Dovazhul- I'm afraid the brotherhood won't be getting involved in this one. The assassins are just ones Maven has in her back pocket. Just a few nobodies that the Jarl can get rid of in a moments notice if they screw up.

The woman happily grasps my arm, smiling as we walk to the theatre. I can see people giving us strange looks as we walk, but I ignore them and keep walking. When we reach the makeshift theatre I take the Khajiit to the highest level, where a special both awaits us. It's private, darkened, and the servants have been told not to interrupt (unless they're bringing us food or drink). The balcony is curtained with only a small opening for us to see the makeshift stage. The floor is lined with luscious, gigantic pillows stuffed with goose down. A small table is set up on the right side of the balcony, two meals and a few bottles of vintage wine rest on it. I release the woman's arm and recline on the right side of the balcony, right beside the table. The woman sits down to my left, a few feet away from me. She slowly reclines, making sure she can see the stage. The play still has a few minutes before it starts, so I pop open a bottle of wine. The Khajiit groans when I offer it to her and tells me, "You get me drunk every time I'm around you. Some people might say you're planning on taking advantage of me.". I chuckle, raise the bottle to her lips, and whisper, "Never.". The woman looks unsure, but gulps down the liquid like a hungry babe. Damn bitch almost caught on to my plan, but thankfully she decided not to question me. The bottle is soon drained.

I pop another bottle and press it to her lips, but the woman doesn't drink. Damned idiot. I press the glass more forcibly against her lips, and eventually the woman opens her mouth. I inwardly smile and shove the glass rim into her mouth, the woman gagging as the wine drowns her. She somehow manages to choke the alcohol down, but coughs and gags when I pull the bottle away. She wipes her mouth and tells me, "That wasn't required.". I toss the empty bottles to the side and say, "I think it was. You weren't hurt, and you finished your wine quickly.". She rolls her eyes and mumbles, "Don't do it again.". A filthy cat shouldn't be telling me what to do, but I let it slide. I can't properly punish the Khajiit for her stupidity, that might completely destroy what I've worked for. Instead, I pull the woman towards me and wrap my arm around her shoulders. The woman sighs and relaxes into me, snuggling her head against me. She's drunk (the beast can hardly handle her wine), but she'll get the idea of the play. And, that's not why I brought her here. This booth is off limits to anyone besides me (Ingun can't sneak up here), the Khajiit is now drunk and happy, and I've in essence trapped the woman. Then, the play starts and I can't do anything else to the Khajiit. The woman seems interested in the play, but I couldn't care less.

I just keep counting down the minutes, and wait until twenty minutes into the play. I look over, make sure the Khajiit is interested in the play, and lean over and begin nibbling her neck. The woman gasps and tries to turn to me, but I use my hand to stop her neck from moving. I pull back and whisper, "Keep your eyes on the play.". She looks nervous, but eventually gives in and focuses once more on the play. I push the woman's pelt aside (thankfully it's rather short, so I shouldn't get fur in my mouth.), and resume lightly biting her neck. I can see her cringe, but I just bite down a little harder. Then, I begin to suck on the woman's skin. I see her tail begin to move, and hear the moan deep in her throat. The little harlot actually likes this? I smile a little, but keep sucking. Eventually the woman brings her hand up, curls it in my hair, and attempts to pull me closer. I hold in my laugh and keep sucking, occasionally biting down. When I feel I've done enough damage I pull back, giving the woman's sensitive skin one kiss before I'm done. I once again recline, rubbing the Khajiit's thigh. She's panting, but her eyes are still on the play. Laughter boils in my chest at the Khajiit's reaction, but I manage to hold it in. Instead, I suggestively run my hand up from her thigh and up her stomach, stopping below her chest.

I look at the Khajiit's face and see the lust that has gathered in them, probably with the help of the wine in her stomach. The woman notices me starring and quickly throws her head back, saving herself the embarrassment of looking me in the eyes. I roll my own eyes, then begin to undo the woman's robes. She grasps my hands and when I question her she answers, "Too soon.". I lean in and whisper in her ear, "We're courting now, this is normal. We aren't hurting anyone. Trust me, you'll love it.". She still keeps her hands on mine and I tell her, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want it, and I won't touch you.". I lean back and force the younger woman to look into my eyes. The potion, alcohol, and the fact she's looking dead into my eyes (the effects of the potion grow stronger the closer we are) cause her to give in. She throws her head back so she doesn't have to look at me, and allows me to keep undoing her robes. The woman before me is a filthy animal race, but at least her tits are nice. I inwardly prepare myself (I'm not looking forward to playing with a Khajiit's breasts, but it needs to be done.), push her robe off her shoulders, and reach out to cup the woman's breast. She doesn't make a sound as I do, but her tail flicks faster as I run my thumbs over the top of her breast.

I keep slowly circling my thumbs around her breast, avoiding her nipples. The woman has obviously been slashed on her tits before, sharp white lines cause visible ridges through her pelt. I quickly focus on the woman's nipples when she huskily growls, "Maven.". I'm not sure what the woman wanted, but I begin to violently mess with her breast. I claw her skin, squeeze her tits, and yank on her nipples. The Khajiit gasps when I mess with her nipples, and even goes so far as to hiss, "Tender.". I inwardly laugh, that bitch definitely shouldn't have told me that. Then, I begin to solely focus on the Khajiit's tender nipples, doing anything I can imagine to them. Yanking, tugging, clawing, pinching. The other woman is a quivering mess, letting out noises I'm sure the other play patrons hear. I couldn't care less. The woman gasps and brings her hands up to mine, attempting to pull my hands away. I ignore her and keep doing what I'm doing, but eventually notice the woman is thrusting and moving her hips. I nearly break out in a fit of laughter, but somehow manage to refrain myself once again. The little bitch actually enjoys me pawing at her tits like she's some twenty gold whore. She's known me for a few days, and she's practically humping the air as I fondle her breast. I'll never understand why Ingun is friends with her.

The woman is beginning to moan, so I lean in and whisper, "Be quiet or else I'll have to stop.". That shuts her up quickly, the woman practically thrusting her chest forward to me in offering. I go back to messing with the Khajiit's chest, but take it one step further. I lean my head down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking it like a hungry babe. The beast loudly moans, and I shove three fingers in my mouth to shut her up. Damn the woman is loud. I can only hope she doesn't end up being a screamer in bed, that'll have all of the keep wondering what's going on. And, I've always found it hard not to tell screamers to shut up. Thankfully, I don't plan on bedding the Khajiit until the potion has taken full effect. If I tried to right now she might get frightened off. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the Khajiit beginning to suck on my fingers, matching what I'm doing to the nipple in my mouth. As I've said before, the Khajiit is a little slut. At least she has some idea what she's doing. Then, the woman moans and I feel the Khajiit open her legs. She hisses in pleasure, "Please.". I break the suction on her tit and tell her, "I'm afraid not.". The woman's face crumbles like I just killed her dog and dumbly asks, "What?". I inwardly smile, lean in, and whisper in her ear, "The play is over, and Ingun is expecting you.". I tie her robes back together, stand, and offer her my hand. She looks extremely saddened, but takes my hand. I smirk as we leave, the play long over.

Ingun POV:

I'm scrubbing dishes from my dinner when my friend returns, her face flushed. I smile and say, "Hey. How was the play?". She simply nods and tells me, "Wondrous.". I notice something about my friend's pelt and walk over to her, then push back the ruffled area of fur with my wet hands. I smile and ask, "Did you manage to sneak some time with a whore? Your neck is covered in purple spots.". She instantly smacks my hand away, protects her neck, and tells me, "What I do with my body is my own business.". I snort, go back to cleaning, and tell her, "I've never given two shits what kind of whores you spend your time with, I just thought you swore them off after-". The Khajiit makes a hissing sound and snarls, "We don't talk about that.". We both know I was going to remind her when a prostitute tied her to the bed, stripped her down, then took all of her belongings and gold. But that's caused arguments in the past, so I simply tell her, "Okay, okay. Not trying to start anything. Anyway, I'm glad you had fun. Are you hungry? I have some stew left over in the cabinet if you want it.". She shakes her head and tells me, "I think I'm going to turn in early, I'm pretty tired. Good night.". She quickly leaves, but before she goes I yell, "Good night.". Then, I go back to my dishes.

Dovahkiin POV:

I move my fingers faster against my cunt, thoughts of Maven running through my mind. What the oblivion is going on with that woman? Three days ago she didn't know my name, and an hour ago she was sucking on my tits like there was no tomorrow. Every time I think of a reason we shouldn't be doing what we're doing Maven comes up with a reason why we should, and I truly don't see why not. We aren't hurting anyone, nobody needs to know, and it's not like we're having sex. Our current relationship is perfectly fine. Right? Right. I bite down on my tongue as my cunt spasms, memories of Maven fondling my tits running through my mind. I flip over when I'm done and nuzzle into my pillow, my heavy eyelids shutting.