Vex POV:
I remember the feeling of raping the Khajiit in my dreams. I've always liked submissive women, and it shames me to say the vision of her thrashing and crying beneath me appealed to my sadistic tendencies. Now, in real life, whenever I look at the knight I feel ashamed of myself recalling how wonderful and powerful I felt while raping her. It takes all my strength to ignore her as I help her pack up the tent. I don't even look at her as she's helping me on Lucky. I can ignore her touch, her voice, and her appearance, but there's one thing about her I can't ignore: the smell.
That thick, lingering smell of those leaves she smokes coupled with the "special" mix of alcohol she has every breakfast. It's earthy, thick and feral. It leaves a taste in my mouth that both burns and lingers when she climbs my horse to secure her saddle. She hasn't washed in a week, so the smell of her is even stronger than normal. Finally, I force myself to look at her as she climbs down off Lucky and begins walking towards Cupcake. Her leather armor hugs her small curves and strains against her muscles. The woman's dark, thick pelt ruffles in the breeze as she mounts her horse. The shame burrowing in my consumes me.
I swear to you I'll make up for what I did. I'll make up for how much I loved raping you. I'll show you that I love you no matter what the cost.
The knight begins moving and I gently take up Lucky's reins to begin riding after her. That's when I feel a thick, heavy weight in my pocket. I reach inside and pull out an omen that puts me on edge. A long, thick blade that's serrated in the shape of a fang with a pommel of bone and sinew holding it together. I run my finger along the edge of the blade and feel that it's also made out of bone. Gently, I put the large blade back awkwardly in my pocket. Whatever or whoever the wolf was gave me a gift that I'm not about to throw away.
I don't know why the wolf wanted me to have it, but I'm not about to toss it away when it could possibly save either the Khajiit's life or my own life. Regardless, I feel a stone forming in the pit of my stomach. That means it wasn't just a nightmare: it was real. Some powerful being actually offered to let me impregnate the Khajiit. My spine shudders and I look at the back of my friend's head. I'd have never taken the offer, but there's something extremely disturbing about realizing the offer was still made.
I bite my lip and silently swear to myself I'll show the woman how much I love her. I'll make sure to let her know that I'd never intentionally hurt her regardless of who wanted me to. I only know a single way to show my affections, though: sex. I know the Khajiit well and trust her, but I'm not sure if she's in the same place I am. I recall my dream once again. The Khajiit screaming, begging, and helpless as I raped her after torturing her. No, I have to show her how much I care for her. Fucking her until she's writhing in ecstasy is the only way I know how.
I feel a surge of confidence for some reason and decide I'll just romance her a little before trying to get her out of her pants. First, though, it'd be helpful to know how experience she is. My question is easily answered when I remember she's a damned knight and has only been married once. Usually, knights prefer not fucking outside of marriage. Knights also avoid smoking and drinking which the Khajiit, obviously, doesn't do. However, smoking and drinking she can hide from her superiors, but fucking someone can't be as easily hidden.
So, she'll have only ever had sex with her husband before he died. I feel even more confident for some reason. Probably because I know the woman's insides better than even she does. I wasn't exactly trained how to have sex with a Khajiit, but I had to study their genitals and inner workings enough that I have an advantage over everyone else (especially considering the fact Khajiit and Argonian bodies are the two most different than man and mer bodies). I look around us and try to get any ideas on a romantic gesture. Unfortunately, the terrain isn't helping me at all.
The thick, dense snow surrounding us has not only forced our horses to slow down since it's brushing their bellies, but it's also killed any flowers I could possibly find. A barren, icy blanket spread out in all directions greets me. An occasional frozen tree or stilled spring breaks up the white landscape in a splash of grey or blue, but that's it. I can't bring the knight a snowball or block of ice, so I'm out of ideas. I sigh as I look up towards the sky. Grey, thick clouds dangle above our heads with the threat of rain. The dead landscape and ominous clouds aren't doing me any favors. The knight can't even see the road and is simply forcing Cupcake in a linear line to where we want to go.
Slowly, the snow creeps further and further up the horses. The snow's now brushing the underside of my stirrups and Lucky is barely pushing the dense, tightly-packed snow apart with his chest. I examine my beast and cringe. His eyes have rolled back to the whites, his panting is causing a tiny cloud to form in front of his mouth, and snow is slowly coating his chest as it's tediously forced apart by his body. I pull my stirrups up a little further and try to shake off the oppressing cold that's now weighing me down. Cupcake isn't doing much better. He has to rise into a rearing position before coming back down to part the snow, and snow and ice are already clinging to him like armor.
Suddenly, my desire is answered. Cupcake kicks up a pile of snow and a somehow alive flower is kicked up into the light breeze. Easily, I snatch it from the air as it attempts to pass me. I look at the beautiful flower in the palm of my hand. It's twice the size of my palm with thick, long petals connected to each other only at the base and long, black filaments leading up to even darker anthers. The stigma of the flower isn't there or it's been cut off by something. The flower's petals are a deep, dark violet with streaks of black running along them like veins. I look underneath the flower and see the small, shriveled remains of the steam that's slowly leaking a thick, violet sap.
I rub the sap from my hand onto my armor and tuck the flower carefully away in my bag. Another surprise is awaiting me when I open my sack. A pure white squirrel with scarlet eyes and a pink nose is looking up at me. A deep cut in his throat that's staining his fur pink tells me what killed him. I scream over the light breeze to make sure my friend hears me.
"Did you do some hunting?". Her response isn't comforting as Lucky keeps trying to forge a path separate of Cupcake. I quickly point my horse towards where his fellow steed is forging ahead while I hear my friend's answer.
"No, we'll need to do that when we make camp if we want to have dinner tonight.". I look at the squirrel. It's fat enough and large enough to serve two people. Gently, I reach downwards and pick his head up. Grey garlic is already awaiting me. I bite my lip and debate whether I should say something. Obviously, whoever gave me the knife is giving me the tools to seduce the Khajiit. That can only mean they want me to fuck her.
Maybe this what the wolf's plan all along. Make me want to fuck her, then give me the tools to do so.
If that was the wolf's plan, then it worked. I want to prove to the Khajiit I love her, and if that means serving her unholy squirrel I'll just have to deal with it.
"There's no need, I've already got dinner.". Her response puts me at ease and assures me I'm doing the right thing.
"Thank the Divines! I don't think I even have the strength to think about hunting.". Finally, Lucky makes it into the path Cupcake made. My horse lets out a deep sigh that causes a cloud to obscure his head. Then, my beast easily follows Cupcake's trampled trail until his nose is behind the other horse's ass. Cupcake is still forging ahead with all his strength and nearly bucking the Khajiit with every forceful downward stomp. Thankfully, we're out of the snow soon enough when we arrive at a small incline that takes us upwards. Slowly, Cupcake ascends out of the snow with each step until he's stumbling along with only his hooves in the white entrapment.
Both of our steeds are covered in thick clumps of ice, snow, and hoarfrost from the bottom of their front hooves to the tops of their chests and their chests to halfway down their sides. Both are shaking on their feet and breathing great gusts of freezing air. I shudder and gently begin stroking Lucky's neck. My horse takes some small comfort in it as he's forced to follow Cupcake. Thankfully, the landscape is changing. More frozen, sentinel trees are greeting us with their grey needles spread wide in either a warning or a welcome. A thin, pathetic forest soon sprouts around us. If I had to guess where we are, then I'd say we're closing in on Winterhold. The rough, stone path below our animals' hooves attest to that.
Even better, though, the Khajiit soon finds a place to set up camp for the night. The large, wooden square is resting atop the snow and perfect for travelers. The structure is nailed into four trees to keep it where it is, so I'm assuming locals built it after measuring how high the snow can get. That helps us considering the snow is brushing the underneath of the wood rather that engulfing it. Lucky and Cupcake both sway and pant as we tie them to a tree for the night, and as a reward the Khajiit ties a sack of oats to either of their faces and tosses blankets over them. Then, my knight gets to work getting our camp ready.
I watch as the exhausted woman struggles to get our tent up. I'd offer to help, but I know I'd only get in the way. It takes my friend almost an hour before the tent is shakily standing by itself. The knight was, thankfully, prepared for our travel to the north and already has some stones and dried kindling she got down south before we entered the snowy fields leading to Winterhold. She sets up a small pit for our fire, then ignites the kindling into a weak flame. My friend looks at me and I can see her grimace as she questions me.
"Can you handle dinner on your own?". I nod and practically feel the relief dripping off her.
"Thank you. I'm just going to go take a nap for a little while.". She stumbles into the tent and I see her collapse the second she's in it. I offer the woman a smile she won't see as I go about preparing our dinner for us. It takes me only a few minutes to have the squirrel gutted and skinned, and the garlic chopped and shoved in its torso. I toss the unneeded remains into the snow, then place the squirrel above the flames of our fire. As I watch it cook, I can't help thinking about what I'm doing. I'm feeding the Khajiit a gift from most likely a Prince before giving her a flower, once again, most likely from a Prince.
Can I really put her in that kind of danger?
I remember my dream and how much I want to show I love her.
Yes.
Note: Again, sorry for the delay. My work is keeping me busy.