Author's Note: This chapter has a sexual scene between Anjaarra and S'Baadar so if you're not comfortable with reading that sort of thing, feel free to skip to the end of this chapter where I will review anything of importance that happened in this chapter.
Chapter Ten: Beautiful Dreams and Vengeful Flashbacks
Anjaarra stared down at the giant frostbite spiders that surrounded the tree she had climbed. They had jumped out of the brush and attacked her horse, which was now being chewed apart by a couple of the grotesque arachnids. And she was about to be next on menu.
"Hulgar!" She screamed out again, looking for him with her bright orange eyes. She felt the tree shudder under her and she diverted her gaze down at a spider steadily climbing up the side of the trunk. She screamed out in fear when it reached out with a hairy leg to grab her. With a quick motion, she pulled out her ebony dagger and slashed at it, the spider screeching as the tip of its leg fell away to the ground below. The frightened Khajiit gave a quick kick and sent the spider falling down with the leg.
"Hulgar!" Anjaarra screamed out again, another spider jumping up the trunk, anger seeming to burn in its many eyes. Anjaarra went to slash at it with her dagger but the spider flung its legs out at her, striking her arm and catching her off balance. One moment her feet were planted firmly on the branch, the next she seemed to be slowly falling down to the horde of spiders below her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she landed on top of one of the furry beasts, hearing its body break beneath her weight.
Another scream of her's left her mouth as she felt the furry legs wrap around her, trying hard not to let their fangs bite into her. She didn't hear the horse gallop over to her and the whistle of an axe hitting the spider on top of her. She did feel, however, the splatter of green blood fall over her body and the weight of the creature lifted off of her by the force of the blow. The cat-woman nervously peeked through her eye lids, watching Hulgar leap off his horse and swing at another spider. Anjaarra slowly sat up and watched the Nord fight off the spiders, a smile crossing her lips. She really hadn't expected him to come back for her but here he was, risking his life for his. Maybe he did…
"Ahh!" She screamed out, her eyes bulging as she felt the spider's fangs force themselves deep into her shoulder. Her bright orange eyes watched as Hulgar looked over at her, a look of horror crossing his face and was slowly replaced with burning rage. He quickly lifted his war axe and gave it a good throw. The weapon slowly spun through the air and plunged into the spider's face, the force of the axe forcing it off her, the fangs still deep in her shoulder. But Anjaarra's body was already numb from the poison, her world slowly blacking out as she fell forward and collapsed against the ground.
"Anjaarra…!" Hulgar shouted out after the shock left his body. He dropped his other war axe and ran over to the fallen Khajiit, dropping down beside her and rolling her onto her back. The spider's fangs stuck out of her shoulder near the base of her neck, red blood sliding out of the wounds. Hulgar stared down at her, flashes of his sister's bloodied body replacing the cat's.
No, he thought. This can't happen again… He felt a tear escape from his plum eyes as he gently picked her up and walked over to his horse. The Nord laid her over his horse as he easily as he could before mounting the gelding himself and quickly rode back down the path to where they had stopped earlier.
"Stay with me, Anjaarra…" Hulgar said quietly, stroking her cheek. "Stay with me..." He rode to the tree they stopped at earlier, jumping off his horse and pulling the Khajiit into his arms before carefully carrying her to the river. He kneeled down next to the river bank and laid her down in the sand. With as much care as he could, he slowly pulled off her leather cuirass, trying not to look at her fuzzy breasts. Instead, he focused his gaze on the fangs that were still plunged deep into her shoulder. The blood had matted the fur around the wounds and a green colored liquid tinged the sticky liquid.
"Talos help me…" Hulgar said quietly. He wrapped his fingers around one fang, clenched his teeth and yanked it out of her shoulder. Her body convulsed from the pain but not a single whimper was emitted from Anjaarra's lips. Hulgar stared at her with a worried glance but quickly pulled out the other fang, tossing them into the river. Blood only trickled out of the wounds, the venom in her veins closing up her arteries. With clenched teeth and beads of sweat starting to drip down his face, the Nord quickly brought a healing warmth to his hands, praying to Talos as he placed his glowing orange fingers over the wounds. After several seconds that felt like hours, the wounds slowly started to heal up and close, two bald spots replacing the once gaping wounds.
Hulgar released the breath he didn't realize he was holding, watching as the furry breasts slowly rose and fell with steady breaths. He watched them for a moment before looking at the Khajiit's face. It looked peaceful and pain free but the Nord knew she would need rest. He stood up and tied up his horse before grabbing his knapsack and the blanket. He walked back over to Anjaarra and spread the blanket over her, smiling softly at her sleeping form.
After reluctantly looking away from her, Hulgar set up camp and started a fire. He knew Anjaarra would need her rest and that she probably wouldn't be up any time soon. At the moment, he didn't care; this would be a great time to plan out where the hell he was actually planning on going. The Nord sat down by the fire across from the Khajiit's sleeping body, pulling out a map of Skyrim. It was one of the maps that Gro-Gluk had given him and it showed him all of the locations of people who would help him out. His plum eyes scanned it over before they fell upon a very interesting annotation…
"I'll fight at your side," Anjaarra told S'Baadar in her fevered dream. Her body had slipped into a dream state since the spider bit her and all her mind could do was dream. S'Baadar grinned at her, bringing out his claws as Anjaarra did the same. She didn't care what the Khajiit man had done to anger these Nords, she only cared that they were going to try and hurt him.
Both of the Khajiit stopped at a dead end in the alley, slowly turning to face the group of five Nords. They all varied in height and weight but they all looked equally angered. A short Nord with a bushy brown beard stepped forward. He pointed a short stubby finger at S'Baadar.
"You've stolen our money for the last time, cat!" He shouted at the calm faced Khajiit. "And now we'll make both of you miserable lowlives pay!" As the last word left the Nord's mouth, all five of them lounged at the pair, but the two Khajiit were already on the move. With all of their claws extended, they each pounced onto the building behind them and climbed up the dry wooden wall. Anjaarra laughed down at the men below her who cursed and spat at them as the two Khajiit climbed onto the roof of the building.
"Did you see the looks on their faces?" Anjaarra laughed out as the pair collapsed against the roof. S'Baadar laughed and smiled over at her.
"It was a very warming scene, wasn't it, moon flower?" He asked her quietly. She smiled back at him and nodded, her tail flicking quickly with excitement. She didn't know what it was about him, but he seemed so exotic, so amazing, so… With one quick motion, Anjaarra wrapped her arms around S'Baadar's neck and kissed his lips. Anjaarra couldn't remember telling herself to do that but she didn't regret it. The cat-man greatfully returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her thin waist. Anjaarra had never been with a man before but she didn't worry about that with S'Baadar; the cat-man made everything feel so natural and right.
The two Khajiit broke the kiss only to embrace in another one, this one stronger and hotter than the last. S'Baadar's hands were firm against Anjaarra's lower back, holding her body close against his. A purr rumbled softly from their throats as Anjaarra broke the kiss and licked softly at his neck, her fingers wrapped in his smokey fur. A grin played across the cat-man's lips as he gently but firmly pushed Anjaarra onto her back and climbed on top of her.
"Ever made love before, moon flower?" S'Baadar purred. Anjaarra's ears flicked back in a gesture of embarrassment, but she slowly shook her head. The man purred and smiled, softly licking her cheek. "Neither have I." A smile crept across the cat-woman's face. She knew it was probably a lie but she didn't care at that moment. All she wanted was S'Baadar and everything that he could give her.
With lust-filled speed, Anjaarra quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her body, S'Baadar's gold speckled eyes watching her with a smile. She smiled at him as she watched him pull off his shirt and began to undo his belt. They didn't care about being exposed out in the open for the roof kept them away from prying and disapproving eyes. But with a soft, gentle roar, S'Baadar pounced at Anjaarra and playfully pinned her down, grinning as she giggled and nipped at his neck. She still wore her skirt but they had no need to rush through their fun.
"These lands are too cold, S'Baadar," Anjaarra whispered up to the man who hovered over her. "But we can make them as hot as the desert sands." She grinned as she watched a shiver run down S'Baadar's body before he turned and dominated her lips with his. His large hands let go of hers so that he could pull off her last article of clothing, their bodies twitching to become one. The cat-woman's skirt was off in one quick motion along with his pants, both of them exposed to the other. Anjaarra stared down at S'Baadar's member wide eyed for a moment before spreading her legs wide for him, relaxing underneath him.
S'Baadar gave her a look that asked if she was certain, but after a firm nod from the cat-woman, he grinned and slowly entered her. A surge of pain and pleasure rocketed through Anjaarra's body, her arms instinctively wrapping around her lover's neck and gripping his shoulders tight. He winced slightly, softly breathing in her ear.
"It's alright, moon flower. I promise it won't hurt after this." He breathed airly into her ear, her body trembling at the whisper. She nodded slowly before relaxing her body and took a deep breath. S'Baadar grinned before he thrusted slowly into her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He buried his face into her neck and bit gently, their tails entwined with each other. A soft purr rumbled from Anjaarra's throat as the cat-man picked up the pace, his member pumping faster into her.
Anjaarra had never felt anything as amazing as this. She had heard stories of how great making love had felt but none of the stories came close to comparison to what she was feeling. A moaning purr wafted from S'Baadar as he pulled her body closer against his. She arched her back and pushed her breasts up as he thrusted faster and harder into her. With a lusty moan, the Khajiit man latched onto one of her nipples, sucking greedily. Anjaarra moaned and winced, gripping the back of his head as she thrusted up against his member.
"P-please don't stop, S'Baadar…" She purred to him, matching her thrust with his. He purred out another moan, their tails tightening around each other. They were so close, their bodies burning with lust and passion. With a quick, simultaneous motion, the Khajiit lovers covered each other's mouths as loud moans escaped their lips, orgasms rippling through the bodies. They both shook and shuddered in each other's arms as the orgasms rippled through their bodies before they collapsed against the roof. Soft mews of pleasure escaped their lips, their arms wrapping around tight and keeping their bodies close.
Anjaarra lay close against S'Baadar's body, breathing in his deep, earthy scent. She had her face pressed up against his chest so she could listen to his heart beat. He had fallen asleep after a few minutes of stroking her ears but she didn't mind. A smile crept across her lips as she pulled his arms tighter around her. She hadn't even been in Skyrim for a day and she had already fallen in love…
Hulgar looked up when he had heard a soft moan from Anjaarra. At first he thought she was getting up but then he had heard another moan and her body had rocked softly and he realized that she was just dreaming. He looked back down at the map, staring at the interesting annotation. It was an arrow pointing at Dushnikh Yal, an Orc stronghold that sat at the border of Skyrim. Gro-Gluk had also added a note next to the arrow: If you become blood-kin, the orcs here will show you way into Cyrodiil without using any roads.
"Blood-kin?" Hulgar whispered to himself. He wasn't sure what the term meant and he had never heard Gro-Gluk mention that word before either. He sighed and shrugged before rolling up the map. Maybe Anjaarra would know the meaning to that word, if she ever woke up.
Hulgar looked at the now quiet cat-woman, his eyes searching over her still form. The blanket was still covering her body but he could still make out the form of her breasts and the width of her hips. His plum eyes continued to stare at her body as his mind turned to wonder what she looked like totally naked. He bit his lip softly as he stared at her. She probably wouldn't wake up if he took a peek at her…
"H-Hulgar…?" Her voice stammered uneasily, her eyes blinking open. The Nord held back a sigh before he crawled over to where she lay.
"I'm right here, cat." He whispered softly, staring at her. Her orange eyes stared at him, but the orange wasn't as bright, as if still dulled over by the venomous bite.
"W-where are we?" She asked, starting to sit up. Her breath was suddenly taken from her and a jolt of pain shot through her shoulder and down her spine. She screamed out before falling back, Hulgar's arm barely cushioning her fall.
"Take it easy, Anjaarra. Your probably still pretty weak from that spider bite." He softly explained to her, not realizing how close his body was to hers. Anjaarra had noticed it quickly though, her tail fidgeting awkwardly under the blanket. "Right now, you just need some rest, alright?" The Khajiit stared up at him before nodding slowly.
"A-alright, Hulgar… Thank you." She whispered weakly. Hulgar was about to ask her what for but she had quickly fallen back asleep. He stared at her sleeping face for a moment before sighing quietly. The blanket she had been covered with had fell down to her waist when she had tried to sit up, revealing her upper body. Though his body told him to explore what the unconscious Khajiit had to offer, the Nord reluctantly recovered her body, sitting a few feet away from her.
She'll probably sleep for a few more hours, Hulgar thought as he leaned back against a rock that stuck out of the ground. He stared into the low burning fire. His thoughts soon turned to his past again, thinking of the first day he went into battle…
It had been almost a year back. The Dragonborn had joined the side of the Empire but Jarl Ulfric didn't care; he used that as his excuse to finally take Whiterun city, sending his best men into battle. Even if he couldn't have the Jagged Crown, the rebel leader was determined to free Skyrim from the corrupt Empire. And Hulgar, of course, wanted to help his idol as best as he could.
And so he stood there, waiting for Galmar Stone-Fist to finish his speech so that he could show those Imperial bastards who truly ruled over Skyrim. He couldn't remember what all Galmar said, but Hulgar could remember the pride filling up in his chest as he thought of all the glory he would receive for fighting for Skyrim's freedom and indepedence.
After a few minutes more, Galmar took out his warhammer and charged into battle, Hulgar and the other Nord soldiers quickly following him. Their battle cries filled the stormy air as they charged through the destroyed tundra ground to the outer walls of Whiterun. Imperial archers showered the advancing Nords with iron arrows but it wasn't enough to stop them. One of the other soldiers had taken them out with a few fireball blasts, the true sons and daughters of Skyrim quickly advancing through the wooden defenses to the main gate. Hulgar's heart was pumping from all of the excitement and adrenaline. But all of that stopped when they saw him.
The Dragonborn stood at the main gates, his daedric armor seemed to draw the light out of the air, an evil magickal aura eminating from the suit of armor. He had two devillishly long looking daedric swords pulled out and poised at the ready, his silver gray eyes staring at them from his helmet. Everybody had frozen still in fear at the sight of him, even Galmar did, the warhammer drooping to the side in his hands.
Hulgar couldn't remember what happened next but all of a sudden he heard a loud booming sound and he was sent flying back into the air. He crashed back against a wooden post but not everyone was so lucky. Others that flew back were impaled on a few wooden spikes or were completely blown off of the battlements themselves. It only took Hulgar a few seconds to get his bearings and quickly get back onto his feet. He had grabbed his war axe and charged back into the battle. The Dragonborn still stood there, locked in battle with Galmar Stone-Fist.
With a bloodthirsty shout, Hulgar charged into the battle, striking at the Dragonborn with Galmar. He had thought that he and the general would be able to overtake him but the legendary warrior was easily holding his ground, parrying and blocking each blow they dealt. Hulgar would swing a blow from the side, the Dragonborn would reflect it with a sword. Galmar would bring his warhammer down from above, the Dragonborn would either dodge out of the way or knock away the oversized mallet. This went on for almost an hour before the Dragonborn grew bored of the game.
As Galmar brought his warhammer up to strike again, the Dragonborn quickly sliced off the iron head of the hammer before turning to Hulgar and slashing at his chest. The world seemed to slow down for Hulgar. He had seen the blade quickly slide across his chest but it seemed like it took an eternity for the blade to slide away, drops of his blood following the jagged, black blade. The Nord slowly fell back from the force of the blow, his plum eyes slowly glazing over in shock as his blood streamed out of his chest.
He couldn't move, or at least he didn't try to, for several minutes. It was a sudden tugging on his arm that made him jolt back to awareness. It was Galmar, telling him that they were retreating and that he had to get his ass into gear. Ignoring the burning in his chest, Hulgar shakily got to his feet and tried to keep up with Galmar as they retreated back into the hills, the Imperials shouting out in victory against the rebels. Anger and fury burned in Hulgar's chest as he weakly ran after Galmar Stone-Fist, his mind furiously whirling around the battle with the Dragonborn. He had lost that battle but he would ensure that the next wouldn't be lost so easily, he was sure of it…
Author's Note: Okay, so Anjaarra had been bitten by a Frostbite spider and slipped into unconsciousness. While she was out, she had a dream/flashback about her and S'Baadar's first time. While this was happening, Hulgar discovered a place where the pair might go to: Dushnihk Yal, an Orc stronghold. But for him to get helped by the orcs, he must first become blood-kin. He isn't sure what that means and so he decides to ask Anjaarra once she wakes up. While he's waiting for her to wake, he spaces out and thinks of his first real battle, which was the Stormcloacks' failed attempt at trying to take Whiterun. Hulgar and Galmar both fought the Dragonborn and all three survived the battle but Hulgar barely survived from a chest wound. That's about all that happened in this chapter. I just want to say thanks for reading and following my story. It really means a lot.