Dovahkinn POV:
I work at a slower pace than usual, but it's for a justified reasons. When I'm done cleaning Ma'aji commanded me to return to her room in The Bannered Mare. And, we both know I have no choice but to walk down to the inn, go into her room, and wait until the next morning. Then, I'll return to work and the cycle will repeat itself. If I just keep cleaning, then I won't have to return to my mother as soon. I know her, and the smile on her face when she left told me that something was going to happen to me the second I entered her domain. Right now I'm wiping off Irileth's table. But the wooden surface only has so many dirty spots, and eventually I have to accept it's clean.
I sigh and put my cleaning cloth in my pocket, then lean against the wood as I examine the room. Neat, organized, and spotless. Irileth will come in and ruin it within three seconds of her arrival. I shake my head and chuckle at the memory of how unclean my partner likes her living space. Well, how unclean my ex-partner likes her living space. Ma'aji has made it clear I'm not going to see the Dunmer ever again. Now all I have to do is tell the elf that. A lump lodges itself in my throat. Irileth was the first good thing to happen to me for a while, and now my own mother is determined to take her away from me. Damned bitch. I swallow the lump in my throat.
At least Irileth isn't here at the moment. I at least have a few more days of pretending I'm still with her before the Dunmer turns up, and I have to tell her that it isn't working out between us. What in oblivion can I tell her that she'll believe, and won't write off as my mother controlling me? Maybe I can claim something so insulting and hurtful that she'll become angry, and won't miss me when I'm gone. My mind instantly comes up with a cliché, but it'll work. I'll claim it's because she's a Dunmer, and I'm a Khajiit. Or I could simply claim that it's because she works for the Jarl. No, the first one sounds better. I nod to myself, pleased with the excuse I'm going to use to break things off with Irileth.
The woman won't even miss me when I've left her. But now I have another problem. How much I'm going to miss my partner. Why did it have to end this way? I must have done something shitty in a past life to deserve this, but it still upsets me. Why couldn't my mother have ended up never finding me? She would have eventually given up, returned home, and lived the rest of her life satisfying herself by torturing some poor animals to death. The animals she hurts might not appreciate it, but it's better than what my mother would do to me. I shake my head and look out the window. Night. My shift is over, the room is clean, and my mother is going to get restless if I don't return to her soon. I sigh, put everything away, and head back to the inn.
When I enter the room my mother is already prepared for my arrival. She locks the doors, makes me close my eyes, and hides the key. When I open my eyes the key is hidden, and my mother is already getting naked. I sigh and shed my robes. In my mind I desperately try to be anywhere but here. It starts to work, but then my mother kisses me and everything returns to normal. Ma'aji eventually retreats backwards a few inches, then taps my shoulders and commands, "Down.". I relent and slide to my knees. Something cold and metal brushes my lips as I roll my eyes back beneath my lids in a vane attempt to block out the situation. "Open.".
I spread my jaws and allow my mother to shove the fake cock in my mouth and down my throat, effectively blocking off my airway. When I was a child I would always panic and fight to get away, but by now I've learned something important. Fighting only encourages Ma'aji to make the metal in my throat stay there longer, and fighting takes up my precious oxygen supply. Besides, my mother only thrusts into my throat a few times before she's appeased. She steps backwards and the device slides out of my mouth, a trail of slobber connecting the fake cock to my lips. "Ass, throat, or cunt?". I swallow, take a brief moment to catch my breath, and whisper, "Cunt.".
She lightly slaps the back of my head when I hesitate. When I hesitate more she sighs and commands, "Up on the bed, hands and knees like a bitch.". Without any more hesitation I slide onto the mattress, already fearing what my mother will do if I don't get moving. I feel two hands come to rest on my shoulders as Ma'aji positions herself. Finally, I feel the slobbered on metal find my entrance, the tip piercing my cunt. My mother's claws dig into my flesh as she thrust her hips, her fake cock only sinking an inch or two into me. I'm tense, far from aroused, and my cunt is dry as the deserts of Hammerfell. It's no wonder Ma'aji is having trouble fucking me.
However, it doesn't seem to deter the woman in the slightest. In anything it encourages her. Her claws dig in deeper than ever before, she curses, and thrusts into me with enough force to push me slightly forward. I cry out and instinctively begin fighting to get away from the pain coming from my cunt. Ma'aji shushes me and warns, "If the innkeeper comes up here, then you and I both know what will happen.". Ma'aji will feed her some excuse, then I'll get beaten the second the innkeeper is gone and no longer a problem. I nod and quiet down. I can feel my mother nod as she says, "Good, now relax. This'll hurt less if you aren't so tense.". It's the advice she's given me a thousand times, and I still can't follow it.
Only after a few seconds of cursing and shoving I feel my mother's hips against my ass, the device securely inside me. I closed my eyes the second she began, but now I'm able to slowly open them as I struggle to breathe. Tears blur my vision and fall onto the bed, and my breathing becomes gasps and pants. My tense arms are shaking, and my claws have shredded the bed. A hand runs down the length of my spine as the culprit whispers, "I love you.". I swallow and wheeze, "I love you.". As the woman's hips begin to move she promises, "I love you more than my own skin.". I swallow and whisper, "I love you more than my own heart.". My mother's claws dig in deeper as she begins thrusting like mad.
It takes her a moment, then she finishes, "I love you more than my own soul.". As we both go silent the sound of sex fills the room. Panting, grunts, occasional curse words, the creaking of the bed, and that squelching sound that comes from my cunt and always makes me feel like a whore. I feel Ma'aji grab me, and I sigh as she flips me over. My claws rip the mattress, she bangs my head against something, and the fake cock painfully scratches the walls of my cunt. But my mother wants to look at me while we fuck, and what my mother wants my mother gets. However, as I look up at her something unexpected happens. A banging begins on the door.
Irileth POV:
"LET. ME. IN.". Zoaadirr and Vassakhar are standing right behind me, and look rather unsure what to do. It's like they can't make up their minds if they want to help or not. I decide for them when I shove them out of the way, back up, and charge at the door. I slightly jump at the last second, slamming my shoulder against the door. It shivers, but doesn't budge. I scream and begin throwing myself against it with all my might, screaming every foul name I can think of in reference to Ma'aji. Vassakhar turns to his son and asks, "What's wrong?". The boy is holding his father up as he explains, "The door is bared and Irileth is going to break her shoulder trying to get in.
Sure enough, my shoulder in starting to ache. I stumble back and begin kicking, the door groaning beneath my feet. What was it that Balruuf told me about breaking down a door? Aim for the handle? I smash my foot against the handle and yowl in pain. Definitely not the handle. I hold my foot and whimper as Zoaadirr offers, "I can help. Probably.". I point at the door and demand, "Help!". He nods and positions himself in front of the door (after carefully leaning his dad against the wall), then lashes out with his leg and hits it. I'm not sure exactly where his foot struck, but it was the door's sweet spot.
It swings open and I yank him out of the way, jumping into the room with my sword out. Almost. Almost enough. That's the thought that pounds through my mind as I watch the sight before me. My maid is curled up on the bed, fumbling to do the last button on her pants. Her mother is standing up beside her, rolling her shirt down so it covers her torso. I see a fake cock thrown in the corner, and I swear there's blood on the bed. Almost. But not enough. I could yank them up to Dragonsreach, put them before Jarl Balgruuf, and tell him what I've seen and what I suspected them of doing. It wouldn't be enough.
It wouldn't be enough because Ma'aji would come up with some excuse, the maid would agree with it, and then the two would be on their way. Only now Ma'aji would most likely flee the province, and her daughter would be forced at swordpoint to do with her. In the end I settle for shaking my head and putting my sword up. Ma'aji has finished dressing and is giving me a cruel smirk, but her daughter is still struggling to do the button of her pants. Without thinking I take a few steps forward and reach out. My maid recoils a little but I shush her, and insistently help her with her buttons. As I do it I look at the woman's face, and my stomach drops all the way to my feet. She looks like absolute shit.
I can see her face has been scratched, she has bags under her eyes, and a dark spot on the sleeve of her arm tells me she's bleeding. I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear, "I'll save you. I promise.". I pull back and see tears in the woman's eyes. For a moment I think she'll break and tell me everything, but she doesn't budge. I pull back further and announce, "Zoaadirr, Vassakhar get your asses in here!". The two Khajiit come in, and the entire room seems to go silent.
Zoaadirr points his father's head in my maid's direction and Vassakhar whispers the woman's name when he realizes she's in the room. Slowly, Ma'aji inches towards her daughter. With a sickening smirk in the direction of her husband and son, Ma'aji reaches out and strokes her daughter's mane like the girl is a damned pet dog. The reaction from Zoaadirr is instant. He drops his father, roars, and launches himself at his mother. Damn.
Small update: On my decision to expand outside The Elder Scrolls universe. I'm still mulling over things, but here are a few of the options and my opinions. Just looking for feedback, and any thoughts or comments. This is only a small sample, there are plenty more. I'm just putting up the ones that got two or more suggestions. However, I could go any direction.
1. Fallout. One of my buddies will almost never stop talking about this. Ever. Literally half of the conversations he has are about Fallout. It seems interesting, but I only have the vaguest of experiences with it. Mostly hearing chatter about it. I'd have to gain more knowledge about the series.
2. Halo. Again, a different friend of mine enjoys Halo. But another series I only have vague relations with. Currently awaiting the arrival of a game from the series to improve my knowledge, but it hasn't come yet.
3. Dragon Age. More vague relations, and the same buddy from number 2 urging me to get it. From what I've seen and heard it looks interesting.
4. A Song of Ice and Fire. Two years ago these were all I talked about, so I know a ton about them. A quick brush up and I'd be ready to write. However, I'm not certain if I want to go this direction. I don't really have a pairing that calls to me, and the characters are already so developed by George R. R. Martin.
5. Harry Potter. Another series I'm familiar with, but I fear I have bad memories of this one. Not because of anything in the series, but my fiancée at the time broke things off with me when I was halfway through them. I just got in a slump and connect 'Harry Potter' with 'remember that time you got dumped so badly you got physically sick'. However, I've gotten over the fiancée since then. Actually, I think I'd be good to go. Just another quick brush up, and I could get going. Probably the easiest to write, but it would once again be exclusive to femslash.
6. The Lord of the Rings. Don't shoot me, but this actually isn't my cup of tea. They're important works and beautifully written, but I just can't get into it. I've read them all, watched them all, and done everything, but I just can't get into it. I don't think I'd be happy writing this, but you never know. Maybe if it's heavily requested or encouraged.
7. T̶w̶i̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶. Over my dead body.
So, tell me what you think. -KhajiitWarriorSam