Chapter 2
3E 433. Inside a cavern, hidden deep within the northeastern parts of Blackwood at southern Cyrodil, two figures entered and walked through the dark hallways, passing torch lights and stone corners. Soon, the voice of a man could be heard from around the next corner, before his shadow could be seen from the light of his direction.
"Those beastly harlots should make a fine profit," the man said to himself, as he continued to move closer, "after we find another rich noble from Morrowind to sell them to."
As the man emerged into view, he did not notice the figure hiding in the corner he had passed, as he was momentarily lost in his greedy mind. And before he knew it, the figure moved and silently slit his throat. The figure then looked down at the corpse of the imperial man, and noticed he wore hood and leather clothing consisting of tools and knives, clearly the type usually worn by thieves.
Deeper inside the cavern, through small rooms of stone and pools, four bandits consisting of one imperial man, a nordic man, a nordic woman, and red guard woman, all sat on a table and enjoyed a small feast. Their light leather armory and wicked expressions could clearly identify them as cruel and selfish folk, destined for the inevitable punishment for their crimes, but that was about to come sooner than expected when they noticed that one of their colleagues was entering the room, moving slowly with shocked expression.
"Something the matter?" said the nordic man on the table.
The man who entered the room did not reply, rather he dropped dead, revealing behind him another individual, whom they did not recognize, but noticed he was armed with a one-handed sword. Before they could react, their minds quickly attempted to register the appearance of the man in front of them. He wore a full set of Blackwood's steel armor, while his helmet concealed the rest of his left only his clean shaven, fair-skinned imperial face.
It was none other than Larn, the imperial who wandered the lands of Morrowind, six years ago, now better in physical condition. Not that the bandits would know that, since Larn is a stranger to him, and an intruder at that.
"How did you get in here!?" the redguard woman snapped, before rushing to ready and aim with her bow and arrow, only to have a shard of ice piercing through her head, a spell fired from the armored palm of Larn's hand.
"Die scum!" shouted the nordic woman, as she charged towards the intruder, throwing a swing with her sword. Unfortunately for her, the steel armored imperial saw this and timed his dodge correctly before he countered and slashed the woman.
Then Larn charged at the remaining two male bandits in the room, drawing another sword with his other hand, dual-wielding. He quickly knocked one bandit down with a kick after she deflected his sword at a perfect timing. The other bandit tried to swing his sword at the imperial as well, but Larn both dodged it and horizontally slashed his side with one of his swords, before his plunged the other through the heart while the bandit was staggered with pain. The remaining bandit was quickly slain as well.
One more enemy had entered the room. A nordic barbarian no doubt, judging from his savage appearance.
"Who are you!?" the barbarian demanded, lifting his steel battle axe.
"Hmm, looks like I missed one," Larn said to himself.
The barbarian soon charged towards the imperial, and eventually both sword and axe clashed. The barbarian was strong, as he viciously swung his axe with full force, but the Larn was able to avoid each swing. When Larn saw his chance, he countered and lunged his sword through the heart of his enemy, thus winning this battle. Afterwards, Larn sheathed his sword, and picked up a pair of keys from one of the dead bandits. They proceeded to the prisoner's cell in the next room, where he began freeing the khajiit female prisoners.
"Who are you?" one of them asked, as their rescuer unlocked their prison shackles and braces.
"Just someone willing to help,' Larn answered. "Come, I'll escort you back to Leyawin, where the count will see to it that you are fed and sheltered until arrangements are made to guide you back to your homes."
Where the province of Black marsh is bordered on the east, while Elsweyr on the west, and Topal Bay on the south, the fortified coastal city of Leyawiin was a place where khajiits and Argonians are neighbored along the imperials, making it a great place of combined cultures compared to the rest of the Empire, under the government of the Count, Marius Caro, and his Countess wife, Aleesia Caro.
Within Castle Leyawin, the Count and Countess had recently expressed their gratitude towards the imperial, Larn, for his recent deed of rescuing kidnapped khajiit women who were to be secretly sold as slaves. Once again, Larn was rewarded payment for his continued services under his statuses as knight-errant.
When Larn left the castle, he headed towards the Three Sisters' Inn. It was a large inn that had bedroom suites, each available for forty septim coins. Quite a fancy place actually. The owner was a khajiit woman named Shuravi, with her two sisters; Shomara who served as the cook, and Shamada who acted as the hostess. All three of them were also of the Cathay breed, the kind that looked like humanoid cats with bodies shaped more like humans, walking plantigrade, and having humanlike hair. And these three had golden-brown fur with yellow-green eyes.
"Welcome back," Shuravi smiled, as she greeted the knight-errant who entered.
Larn shared a hug with the owner. "Shuravi, it's always good to see your pretty face."
Shuravi chuckled and felt embarrassed. "Oh stop."
"Your right," Larn realized. "Pretty is far too small a word to describe your beauty, Shuravi."
Shuravi laughed. "You are as flattering as ever, Larn."
Larn looked into the inn's lounge, and he noticed that nobody was around, not even in the lounge. "The place is empty today," he pointed it out.
Shuravi sighed. "Yes, at this time. Most people had been invited out or traveling on business."
"Well then it's a good time for me, because I brought something for you and your sisters."
"Really? Something for us?" said the other sister, Shomara, who came from the kitchen, followed by the remaining sister, Shamada.
Placing a box on the reception desk, and opening it, Larn revealed he brought jewels and gems he looted from the bandits' locked safe as free gifts for the khajiit sisters. Garnets, amethysts, rubies, emeralds, varies rings and necklaces, and best of all, diamonds. All these things made the khajiit women's eyes sparkle with joy and excitement, as each one of them lifted the treasures from the box to examine them up close. They were real, and they were worth a fortune. The sisters were really happy.
"Oh, you're such a sweetheart," said Shomara, placing a gentle clawed hand at the imperial's smooth, clean-shaved face, after he removed his helmet. "You're giving us these gifts freely, and you're not expecting anything in return."
"Thanks, but I don't need anything," Larn assured them, feeling Shomara's furred fingers and palm.
Shamada place her hand on his shoulder. "At least let us offer you a free night at our best suite."
Larn gave it a thought, and decided he could use a fancy bed, so that he could be fully rested for his next adventure. So he accepted the sisters' offer.
That night, Larn was laying nude at the finest suite bed of inn. Why was he sleeping this way? Well, the night was strangely very hot, and his clothing was beginning to absorb all the sweat, so he had to allow his body freedom to breathe, but he kept himself covered by the bed sheet, because he couldn't resist its lovely, soft embrace.
The sound of the door opening broke the imperial's dosing state. He lifted himself to see who was at the door. All three khajiit sisters; Shuravi, Shomara, and Shamada stood inside the room with wicked smiles and grins, wearing their sleeveless nightgowns. Before Larn could open his mouth, the khajiit women easily dropped their nightgowns to the floor, making the imperial linger his eyes at their curvy hips along with the rest of their furred figures, filling Larn with a strange dry sensation as they approached the bed.
Larn was soon compelled to slowly lay his back on the bed again when the khajiit women removed the bed sheet. Then two of them crawled and sank into the bed as well, cuddling the imperial on both sides, with Shomara on his right, while Shamada on his left, letting him feel their furred bodies.
Larn couldn't help but allow these cat-women's clawed hands to explore his muscled and fair smooth-skin torso, as well as caressing his face. In fact, Larn couldn't help but enjoy the attention anyway. Then Shomara became the first to kiss and lick the imperial, filling him with sensational hunger that he tried to restrain before it goes out of control, but that didn't stop him from raising an organ. Then it was Shamada's turn to kiss and lick the imperial as well, and the experience felt all too the same for him. The two sisters took turns doing this during the next moment or two.
Then both Shomara and Shamada distanced their cuddles away a bit, so that Shuravi, who straddled Larn in the middle, could lean over him, allowing her body to press on the human before she finally had her turn to do the kissing and licking. In fact, Shuravi took much more time than her sisters, and Larn thought she was actually better.
Once Shuravi parted from Larn and sat up straight, Shomara and Shamada returned to cuddling and pressing Larn, only this time they took turns giving deeper, longer kisses, and more wet and lecherous licking. Larn was now completely under the spell of these khajiit sisters and he knew that he wanted to be submissive to their power. Shuravi, who was the lucky one to occupy the straddling position, grinned with excitement and lust as she suddenly without warning pressed down on the imperial, sinking down on his long and hard organ, making Larn cry with pleasure inside the mouth of Shomara who had already locked him in a deep kiss during her turn. While the two sisters kept the imperial occupied, Shuravi was free to set the pace to her liking, until she finally broke Larn and made him burst his warm seed inside of her. Then afterwards, Shomara and Shamada would have their turns to ride Larn as well, until they made him burst at the end of each of their turn.
That night, Larn felt like a king who was being worshipped, or rather a slave who was offering tribute to three goddesses. Perhaps he should return again at some time, with more rich gifts, if he wanted more favor from these sisters.