Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Elder Scrolls Series or Skyrim. I only own the ideas in my head that come out of the desire to see things in a more free-choice RPG. Because sometimes, choices can feel rigid and unfulfilling. Though, to be fair, there are simply too many options in real life to really be able to account for in a video game, especially one from 2011.

A/N:

'Dragon?!' refers to thoughts.

"Dragon?!" refers to spoken dialogue.


What did I do? Wait, not just me. We! Yes, that's right.

Ra'zhinda and I!

What did we do?

As I desperately scour my memories of the night, my recollection night's events are random, somewhat embarrassing, but very tame compared to what this scene implies!

'Okay, let me calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat. What happened last night?'

Let me think back through the throbbing headache and grogginess for a moment. When I had accepted to travel around the country with Ma'dran and his caravan, he screamed in elation, hugged me out of excitement, and opened up their supply of spiced wine and mead. Gilfre and I became caught up in the festive mood and caved, matching the caravan drink-for-drink as we caught up on what each of us had been up to since last we met.

Of course, the caravan had more interesting experience than Gilfre and I combined, but that's to be expected. After all, I've spent the better amount of time in the last four weeks stuck in a bed. That and there's only so much excitement to come from a mill. But, it's nice to hear what others have been up to, if only to live vicariously through them. Oh, how I wish to fight bandits while under-supplied and half-nude, caught off-guard bathing in the river!

...

Or perhaps not. I think I'd like to fight fully clothed and totally prepared. And not bathing in the river. I think the last part is more important.

Either way, very exciting compared to staying here. Not that staying here is bad, but the blood that pumps when hearing stories of the battles of others is simply a fact of life. However dangerous it may be, there is always the envy of the action-packed life of another, especially when you see very little action of your own.

I've gotten off-track, but thus far, nothing that foreshadow this chain of events.

After conversing for a good while, and drinking a good amount of their stock, the caravan then decided to bust out the moon sugar, just for celebration. Ma'dran and the others assured me that they were not druggies, and they only brought out the moon sugar whenever they decided to celebrate or really needed to take the load off.

I remember telling them not to worry, and that they didn't have to justify themselves in front of me about the things that they enjoyed. Needless to say, they became even more happy with that news, and offered me the first consumption of moon sugar.

I had once asked, before this encounter, the caravan about khajiit and their addiction or reliance on moon sugar. They told me that moon sugar was commonplace in Elsweyr, and used in many aspects of their culture, especially their meals. Most khajiit do not go a day without moon sugar simply because of their development with the sugar as babies. If the baby's mother does not consume enough of the sugar, then the khajiit in the womb is not attuned to the moons of Elsweyr very well. They also do not feel much effect due to continuous consumption, but going without it for a while leads to their tolerance being low and therefore allows them to feel a sort of 'high'. It is a common substance for most khajiit, but for these caravaneers in Skyrim, it is a precious but scarce resource.

For non-khajiit, however, it makes us happy and stupid people. That probably explains it being a main component of skooma, the highly addictive drug made with moon sugar and a plethora of other things that make people crave it.

It may have been the incredible amount of alcohol running through us simultaneously, but I was inebriated enough to accept this small token of friendship, and joined in the consumption of the sugar. I don't think I have to really elaborate on how that went.

I was on cloud nine, as were the khajiit around me. Perhaps cloud nine is too low, maybe cloud thirty? It felt as if my very soul became attuned to realm of Nirn itself, and I could feel all of these different senses and feelings that I had never felt before. I could smell sound, taste light, and hear the beckoning of my ancestors into their bosoms for comfort and security.

By the Eight, it was an in-body and out-of-body experience at the same time. My soul left my physical body for those brief moments while still being connected to the inside of my body. Does any of that make sense? There really is no other way to describe exactly how it felt, but my head was loose and everything else was sunk into the seat while I enjoyed that newfound connection to the world.

To anyone else, though, it may have just looked like I was doing my best impersonation of a potato. Moon sugar; the substance which makes Amos a bumbling idiot but allows his mind to transcend the bounds of reality. Gilfre probably saw it, and the others too since they had also taken the moon sugar with me. I don't remember if she took any moon sugar, but I do remember her drinking more conservatively than the rest of us.

Bless that woman's heart. The last time we drank with this caravan, I wound up face-down and ass-up on her porch, totally drunk after just seven bottles of mead. She carried my body into the house and put the covers over me last time. I don't think she did that this time around, otherwise I'd have woken up alone and clothed.

After having come down from that extraordinary high and sobering up for a bit, we continued to talk for hours on end about this or that, not really caring about the direction of the conversation, merely enjoying the company of friends.

That is where all of the clear recollection stops, and the vague ones begin.

I remember saying something stupid, everybody laughing, attempting to stand up, and them falling on my ass as soon as I take a few steps.

I remember somebody coming over to help me, and I took their hand in mine as they slung my arm over their shoulder to balance me. I remember feeling metal under my arm on their shoulders. I remember commenting on the softness of their hands and the pleasantness of their smell. I think most people find that observation to be creepy, but I didn't seem to notice or care at the time, being inebriated to the point of wobbling on my own two feet.

I don't think she seemed to care either, considering she giggled at what I had said. Again, though, it might have been because she was almost as drunk as I was.

I remember her opening the door to the house and attempting to lay me down onto my bed. Attempted. Because she failed to do that and we both fell to the floor.

I remember the both of us laughing about the other being clumsy, and laying there for a brief moment without any desire to really get up.

We looked into each other's eyes, and I remember thinking that they were a pretty shade of blue. Not the piercing blue eyes that some Nords have, but a light and gentle blue that only she had. She stared into mine, as if deeply analyzing my soul.

I can remember my eyes closing, and feeling something warm touch my lips.

After that, nothing. No recollection of ever getting on to the bed, getting undressed, or even of the hot, sexy time I apparently had with this lady next to me!

I know I should be worried, but the knowledge that I apparently spent a good chunk of my night in a rather pleasurable position, and woman, yet not having any memory of it, is incredibly frustrating. It leaves so many questions unanswered!

How was it? Was it good? Was I good? Did I ravish her or was it the other way around?

I sighed in resignation. With the state of my memory as it is, I'm never going to remember what was likely the most memorable night I'll have in the next few months. Bandits and political unrest be damned.

I look again to my right, this time, not very surprised or drunk. She has a lot of earrings, I notice. Does it mean something for the khajiit to have so many? I realize even Ma'jhad had some too. I don't remember if Ma'dran did, though it may be possible that he just doesn't.

She has a very cute face, not that others aren't cute, but cute in the same way housecats are cute.

...

Is that offensive?

I mean, she is a sort of breed of cat that can talk so it may be similar?

Wait does she purr like a housecat does when they get head rubs and scratches behind their ear? I'll test it.

I bring up my hand from the arm that her head is laying on, behind her ears to scratch. As soon as I do, the quiet purring that had been a sense of comfort for me, suddenly intensified into something more audible, and she cuddled further into my chest.

That, is adorable. I think I am one of the few people in this land that would even consider laying with another race, and I managed to get myself in bed with one that can purr in contentment. Albeit unintentionally.

At least I'll know if I'm doing something pleasing or painful, most others don't have such an obvious tell.

I continued to lay there and stroked the furs behind her ears for a while, listening to the rhythmic lull of her purrs, and eventually found myself drifting off once again. I hadn't seen any light seeping through the glass near the roof, so I figured that there was some time until we had to leave. There shouldn't be any problem with a little nap.


After what I assume felt like an hour or two, I was woken up by a sudden weight on my stomach and movement atop of me. Shaking the grogginess of a quick nap off of me, I opened my eyes to see those alluring light blue eyes staring back at me, Ra'zhinda sat just upon my groin, narrowly missing what most men experience in their lives; morning wood. Her snout formed into what I assume is a mischievous grin, she brings her snout down to me, and pecks my lips. I think she knows.

"Did you sleep well? Because I did~", I think there's something inherently attractive about an accent, because I could have sworn that there was a sexual undertone to that.

"Yeah, I think. We did drink a lot after all, I would be more surprised if I didn't sleep very well at all, haha.", please do not notice the ever growing slab of meat behind you.

"Hmm.", she rolled her hips. Dammit! She definitely knew what was going on. She was also still VERY naked. How did I not notice that immediately?!

"Um, isn't it time to get up right now? We leave the mill today, and I can't exactly get prepared while you're on top of me.", please work, please work, by the Eight please work. I do not want to start having sex right before we leave, mostly out of concern that we will never leave the bed, but also because they would likely hear us since it is very late into the morning. I think.

I hope.

I also hope that my words were somewhat convincing, because I did stutter seeing a pair of breasts like an adolescent boy. To be fair, though, they are a very nice pair.

I bet they looked even better the first time.

Getting sidetracked, focus!

She looked at me in a way that conveyed that she wasn't convinced at all, and moved her hand down to my crotch, and squeezed.

"Urk!", she smiled at my reaction. I don't think we're getting out of this room very soon.

She began to move herself down my body, moving the covers of the bed to reveal more of her to me.

'Wow, I suddenly don't mind not leaving the bed.', am I easily distracted? Yes. By a pretty woman who happens to be exotic? Even more so.

Gods, I'm an idiot. But I'm going to remember this, so I think that more than makes up for the time that we will most definitely be wasting here. I will be making the most of this, because I don't think constant traveling will allow for much of this, and will likely make for much lusty gazing between the two of us if we stop here.

I decide to go along with her, and as soon as she lines up my cock to her entrance, I thrust upwards. She certainly wasn't expecting that, and she suddenly throws her head back in what I assume to be pleasure, and a silent scream. I leaned up to her hold her steady as we adjusted to the position and she regained her bearings. Ra'zhinda brought her mouth to mine, and getting past the fact that there was a ton of fur on her muzzle, she is also a very aggressive kisser. We find a rhythm slowly, and I become more bold, rubbing the area right above her tail with my left hand. She clearly felt something from it, as she put her head into my neck and began to moan desperately against my skin. I continue with the movements, and she continues to moan more loudly and intensely as I do. Her hips come down faster onto my lap, and I reciprocate with her bouncing. I feel her shudder against me, and I suddenly feel something wet on my lap.

She came rather intensely, and went limp onto my body. She was breathing rather heavily, and looked up at my eyes with a sensual gaze. I still hadn't felt my release, but I'm pretty close.

I lay her down onto the bed and spread her legs to make space for my position between them. She looks at me confused, but I respond with giving her a kiss. I slowly make my way inside her once more, welcoming the sensation of her tight folds around my appendage. She moans into the kiss and bucks at my thrusts, eager for more pleasure. I drove deeper into her as she held my head tighter to hers. I bring my hand up from her thighs to pinch at one of her nipples, groping lightly at her breast as we continue our lovemaking.

We break the kiss, grunting and moaning against one another, looking into each other's eyes as we continue to join together. I kiss and lick at her neck as I continue to thrust into her, feeling my orgasm on the way. I drive my hips into hers deeply and slowly as each moment passes, continuing to taste her, a unique experience, I must say.

I move my head downwards, just enough to give me access to her breasts. They weren't very big, but they could fit well enough into my hands. I take one of her breasts in to my hands and guide it to my mouth, sucking harshly on it. Lashing it with my tongue, I swirl around her areola and lightly gnaw on it. She moans and presses my head deeper into her bosom, and I give her other breast the same treatment. Her moans were all the encouragement I needed to continue nipping at her skin. Soon enough, her release quickly came around the same time as mine, her muscles tightened around my penis, sending me over the edge and my cum splattered into her awaiting womb.

I collapse on top of her, trying to catch my breath. I look up to her as I lay in the valley of her breasts, her eyes piercing into mine. I can feel her purrs against my chin, and kiss her once again to affirm my affection. We lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, appreciating the warmth that the other body gave off. It was very cold, and the fireplace did not have fire running at all. Eventually, I decided to ask a very important question.

"So, what does this make us? I don't think I could live with not doing this again if we're going to travel together.", I ask in hope. Probably not the best time to ask it though, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Sex partners maybe? I'd also like to do this again with you," she purrs into my ear, "and any others that you might bring along too~". What a minx. I'm falling very head over heels with this one.

I kiss her breasts and lean above her, "Then, we agree to this, on top of being partners in the caravan."

She leans up to my face and licks my cheek, "Yes, very CLOSE partners.", again, the accent made that much more attractive than it would have been coming out of a normal tone. I smile and lean down to meet her lips for a few moments before separating and deciding that we've spent enough time in the bed. I wipe myself off with some wet cloths on the table near the bed, looking for the clothes that I'll need for the coming months. Ra'zhinda lay on her side looking at me with her elbow on the bed and her chin in her hand. It took every ounce of restraint in my body to not starting another bout of rutting with her.

I offer to wipe her off too, and she lightly bumps my nose with her tail. Well, I tried. Probably for the best that I didn't though.

I quickly got dressed in some warm garb, and noticed Ra'zhinda clasping her armor together. I had a question, though.

"Do you not wear undergarments under your armor," I really was confused, "Doesn't it feel strange on your skin?"

She looked at me quizzingly, "No? I have fur in the armor so it feels natural. I also don't chafe, if you were wondering.", gods I really wasn't wondering but it's nice to know.

I hum in acknowledgement and blush while looking away from her as she put her chestplate on. She finished putting on the rest of her armor and looked up at me. She chuckled and gave me a wet kiss on the cheek as I felt a squeeze on my backside.

'This woman will be the death of me in the coming months.'

I tidy up the house before standing with her towards the door, opening it to invite the sunlight on our relatively hungover eyes. It stung for a second, but we adjusted.

Ma'dran and Ma'jhad were on Gilfre's porch, looking a bit worse for wear. It seems that they had only just gotten up, seeing as they were holding their heads and groaning as we walked up to them. Gilfre also seemed to have tidied up the porch, because there was no sign of the alcohol that we had consumed during the night.

"Give us a little bit of time to adjust, then we go.", Ma'dran says as I walk up to him. I pat him on the back in sympathy, and sit on the chair I was sitting on during the night. Ra'zhinda split from me to talk to the two of them, and I look up at the sky. Clear blue with a few clouds rolling by. It seems today will be a pleasant day to start this journey.

After about an hour or so, Gilfre comes out to see us off, only to take a look at Ma'dran and then to me. I shrug. She realizes we aren't going to leave until his headache subsides and he gets off his ass without needing help. She brings out some water for all of us and we thank her. I remembered that I had to mention something to her that I meant to tell her on the way back here.

"I can use restoration magic."

Gilfre looks at me surprised, "Really, now?". I nod.

I outstretch my hand to her and concentrate. The familiar sensation and glow come out and envelope her.

"Tingly. I wouldn't have expected you to be able to do that. Since you're traveling with them, your route will take you near Winterhold, where the college is. Maybe you can learn something about this with them.", that sounds like a good idea. I'll probably need to since they know way more than me about the subject of magic.

"If we pass by, I'll certainly ask about it.", she seemed satisfied by the answer and bemused when Ma'dran could muster the strength to stand without wobbling.

"Ready to go?", I ask him. Though I think I know the answer.

"Yes. We are ready.", his raspy voice confidently answers. Though you could tell that he was still lightly hungover, he seemed aware enough. He and Ma'jhad gave me knowing looks and grins. I looked to Ra'zhinda and she smirked at me. She told them!

I blush furiously, and I can feel Gilfre's confusion from behind me.

We pack up their supplies onto the wagon they brought along, and begin our walk towards Windhelm. I wave goodbye to Gilfre, but not a farewell. I know I will still have my place here.

I take up my place next to Ma'dran in the caravan, Ma'jhad and Ra'zhinda behind us, taking my first steps into what will be a very exciting trek through Skyrim.