She's a Wood Elf. So tiny. So cute. Just like her, when she was also tiny and cute. She must taste sweet. So sweet. I mustn't, they could be back any time. What's wrong with a little taste though? She practically gave herself to me. She fears me. I want to taste that fear.

This Khajiit needed to escape. This giant killer looms over him and his comrade in silent vigilance. She so easily accepted her fate, this one would rather die than go back to prison. Nords in Skyrim are not hospitable to Khajiit, even more so behind bars. This one knows all too well. He must wait for his chance. It might be soon as the giant Morenwen has been keeping her eyes on the elf more than him. Patience. Patience will give him his chance.

The chance came, but he didn't think it would be like what happened.

The killer Morenwen moved in front the elf. The little elf cringed away with wide eyes. Morenwen crouched over her small body.

"You said you submit, yes?"

"Y-yes?"

"…...You don't want to die, yes?"

"No!"

After that line of questioning she grabbed her shoulder and hoisted her up onto her feet, her hands still bound behind her. She grabbed the back of the elf's head, tilted it back, and snaked her tongue into her mouth. She moved a hand under her fur clothing and fondled her small chest. The elf's eyes went wide, and a single tear rolled down her cheek that was lapped up by her aggressor quickly before devouring her mouth again. She tastes so sweet.

W-What? Why?! Please I don't deserve this! The elf glanced at her comrade and pleaded for help. He did not think they could be more deplorable after they slaughtered their group, but the chance he sought showed. He extended one of his claws and started to saw off his bindings. The abused caught on. He's using his claws! I only have to hold out now. Soon he'll be free and then he'll free me!

The assault on her mouth continued

"You taste so sweet, you're such a good little girl," exhaled Morenwen just below a whisper.

What? W-what's that supposed to mean? Their lips parted and now the tall lady was gazing down at her with unfocused eyes, panting heavily. She didn't like that, not one bit. They were so close though, so close she just needed to stall a little bit longer for him.

Morenwen mind wandered from the succulent sweetness she was feasting on and started to unknowingly turn her gaze towards the Khajiit. No! If she finds out we're finished! She started hopping a little and started making small whiny attentive noises, anything to get her attention again. Her gaze returned to hers with surprise.

"You like it?"

"Y-yes! Please d-don't stop" She felt disgusted with herself. Her actions terrified her even more when her assailant actually smiled, like she was just served the finest steak dinner. Morenwen focused her attention to taste the cute thing even more. She kissed her more passionately, and moved the hand previously fondling her to travel further south towards the supple rear. The elf squeaked in surprise and hated that she was starting to like the feeling of someone so large engulfing her. Just a little longer!

He almost had it! A few more strokes and he was free, but what next? He could make a run for it, maybe join another band. He did not hold enough loyalty to the elf, she was a liability when she first joined us. Even if he tried to help her their enemy was too strong. The arrow was still embedded in her back, and she hasn't even bothered to treat it! He had to make a break for it. If he was quick enough he could make a break for the wide open gates, over the hills, and out of sight. He made his decision.

Morenwen was kissing her neck when she noticed that her fellow bandit's bindings fell off silently. Yes! He freed himself. Now he can free me and we can escape! The only odd thing she noticed when he got to his feet was how he put his finger to his lips, signaling her to stay quiet, while he backed away from them. What? Where is he going? Why isn't he helping me?! He was a nearly half way to the gates now. Is he leaving me? Or does he have a different plan? She mouthed 'help me' to him, pleading for his aid. What happened next made her freeze, gasping aloud in astonishment. He turned tail and sprinted for the gates. Without her. How could he? How could he just leave me?

Morenwen stopped her fun time and looked at what caught her sweet girl's attention. The other bandit was making a mad dash for the gates. In the blink of an eye she sent a greatsword flying towards him.

The Khajiit, with his superior hearing, heard the elf's gasp and turned his head around in case the monster noticed. He saw a blur of iron and just barely dodged death, ducking to the left of it losing his footing for a split second. The iron greatsword embedded half its length into the fortification walls, showing how hard we would've met the gods. That split second though cost him dearly as some force swept under him, losing the limbs below his knees, and fell flat on his face. He screamed in pain the hardest he has ever had in the dirt at that one moment.

Jenassa emerged unscathed from the mines hauling a bag of loot with Amren reunited with his family sword. The cover of the dark greatly helped eliminating the bandits, even if they had to take their time maneuvering around their patrols. They both didn't expect to see a de-limbed bandit trying to crawl in agony away from an armed Morenwen with a bloody greatsword in one hand, and the other bandit cowering in a shaded corner that smelled slightly like urine.

"What happened here?" asked Jenassa.

Morenwen turned to face her, sheathing the bloodied blade with the others. "That one tried to escape. I made it so he couldn't." She pointed to the bleeding out Khajiit near the gates.

Jenassa noticed that she hasn't done anything about that arrow sticking in her back. "Are you going to treat that wound?"

Morenwen glanced at her back for a second before answering, "I'll be fine, just stuck in the under armor."

"I see…well our task is successful. Amren said he'll give the other half of our payment when we return to Whiterun. He said we're also allowed to loot anything these bandits have and sell them for our own profit. I couldn't grab everything so if you want you can scrounge the rest."

Morenwen nodded, "All right, I shall do that."

"Actually, if you don't mind it's getting late and I have to leave now if I want to get back in time, or else my dear Saffir will have my head!" piped Amren.

"I see…Morenwen what do you want to do?" asked Jenassa.

"You may escort Amren back to Whiterun. I shall scour the area and be back tonight."

"Good call, I am sure you are more than capable to deal with anything the night can throw at you. Good luck, and great job today." Jenassa started making her way back along with Amren.

As Morenwen saw them disappear over the horizon she turned back to give her whole attention to her sweet little girl. She saw her trying to slowly crawl away, but froze in fear when their eyes met.

"I'm sorry about that." She walked towards her

"P-please…" I don't want to die.

"Shhh…the scary kitty cat won't interrupt us anymore." Morenwen was nearly there.

She glanced at her legless comrade. She couldn't see his chest moving. Serves him right. A hand turned her head away from the bloody body and into desperate face. She's going to assault me again. I'm so tired from all the shit that's happened today. I just want to go to sleep.

"Don't look sweety. It's just us now. You'll be safe with me." She pushed her little elf's back until her body was sprawled on the ground, presenting her to feast upon.

Just let her do it, why bother. Give her what she wants and maybe she'll leave me alone. She hasn't tried to hurt me yet though…maybe I have a chance!?

"Such a sweet girl, you won't have to worry anymore. You'll always be safe with me. Always…" She was straddling her waist, her whole body hover over her. One hand next her head while the other was sensually rubbing her shoulder. She lowered her head to taste her small shoulder.

She was shaking uncontrollably. Just let yourself go. Let it happen. Don't think about it. It'll be all over soon.

It ended sooner than she thought when her assailant tore a chunk of her shoulder out with her teeth, chewing on her sweet flesh while salivating uncontrollably. She screamed in agony as another piece of herself was torn away from her cheek.