Bit 2

Faelian's stomach was tying itself tighter and tighter as he ran through the halls of the College. Magicka was seeping through the very walls and he could feel the overwhelming energy surging into the place.

Why? Why is Ancano doing this? Was all he could think as he got to the Hall of Attainment.

Please let her be here.

He dove into Durga's room, and to his dismay it was still untouched. She had not yet returned from Myzuft and they were in very, very big trouble.

"Damn it to Oblivion, where is that Khajiit?" he hissed.

He turned on his heel intending to go check the other hall when he nearly ran into her. They both staggered from the momentum but she ended up steadying him. When he saw her he was taken aback. She no longer wore her simple robes, but a full suit of fine steel armor. A silver and sapphire circlet adorned her head and she smelled of earth, smoke, and blood. She looked tired and grizzled, her fur obviously unkempt for several days now.

"Durga? What happened?" he asked.

"Durga would like to ask you the same. What has happened to the Eye?" she had none of her usual levity. Faelian barely recognized the dour and serious woman before him.

"Ancano happened, and still is happening. He has some kind of ward around the Hall of Elements. Did you find the Staff, Durga?" Faelian pleaded.

Durga shook her head.

"Myzuft, it was not there. But there was a great device that told Durga where it was. She must tell the Arch Mage…" she trailed off as she spoke, staring into space. Faelian was confused only a moment before she looked at him again. Now he saw the Durga he knew, no smile, but that heat was in her eyes again. Despite all that was going on and worry and fear that gripped him, Faelian blushed and felt a small heat growing in the pit of his belly.

Since she had kissed Ancano Durga had grown quite close to him, and made little secret of her attraction. Though flattered Faelian was sure he would not be returning those desires. But when she left for Myzuft something in him changed. She'd entered his thoughts on so many occasions it scared him.

Like she could smell it on him (and she probably could) a new, curious and hungry look appeared on her features. She brought a hand up to stroke his cheek, and a small quiver shot down his spine. Her fur was as soft as a young kitten's and felt soothing and arousing all at once.

"Durga…" his voice shook a little, "Ancano, the Eye… you have to talk to the Arch Mage."

The Khajiit's face set with determination and she pushed him back towards the stairwell.

"Durga knows where she must go, even after helping the Arch Mage." She whispered as she guided him back.

"She must go into some of the most dangerous crypts and ruins in Skyrim. She may not return in time, or at all." She steered him around the small space beneath the stairs, getting closer to him with each word.

"So, she does not want to die without doing something with you." With that she kissed him, just like she did with Ancano. Faelian understood now why Ancano had been so shocked and confused. Kissing a Khajiit was not like anything he'd ever experienced. They had just enough lip to make it feel like a kiss, but the tickle of fur and whisker was just, strange. Faelian managed to push her back enough to speak.

"Durga, I don't know… I… you want to something? What thing?"

"Anything." She said, her voice going soft, "Anything with you. Just with you. She just wants know you once, if she's going to die."

For a moment he didn't understand, then it clicked into place. This was far more than lust on her part. Had they become that close? Faelian's blush spread and the stirring heat flared up. He'd never heard someone say that before, he'd never considered what it might feel like. And he found he liked it very, very much.

A small moan escaped him as his body reacted to her words. Durga smiled, finally, and returned her mouth to his. This time she licked his lips lightly, and he obliged her not sure what to expect next. To his surprise and delight, a Khajiit's tongue was not as rough as a normal cat's. It was still quite different from a human or mer's but she moved it in just the right way as she explored him.

Once he became used to it the sensation grew intoxicating and he soon had an arm around her waist and a hand buried in the black hair on her head, pulling her as close to him as he could. The tickling whiskers that had bothered him before now excited him further, very quickly he was so hard it nearly hurt. He groaned into her mouth and bucked his hips against her armored leg.

Slowly she pulled back and as she left his mouth a thin trail of salvia followed her. Faelian leaned his head back against the wall and sighed. His lips and cheeks were wet from their mismatched mouths and his erection was all too obvious beneath his robes but none of his usual modesty came out. Durga wiped off a bit and then leaned in to gently lick his cheek, then ran a fuzzy hand over his pointed ear.

The effect was instantaneous. Faelian had had his ears touched before but warm soft fur; it made him quake in her arms and elicited delicious moans. Durga's smile grew and she gently licked one ear while teasing the other with her hand. The moans Faelian made; you would have thought he was riding her rather than just getting his ears teased. He was thrusting against her leg and his breath was heaving, he dimly thought that he'd never been so aroused in his life.

Suddenly she stopped and her hands meandered down his body, sliding under his robes and caressing his skin. Faelian calmed a bit and closed his citrine colored eyes, enjoying the feel of her incredibly soft fur over his bare skin. When she got to the waistband of his trousers she first touched him through the cloth, asking him silently if he was really all right with it.

Faelian didn't realize that till he opened his eyes and saw her questioning look. He nodded, a grin coming onto his face. He needed to feel her touch there, the heat in his belly had become a furnace and the throbbing in his groin was bordering on painful. The sound he made when she opened his trousers and gripped him was a combination of a surprised yelp and a very delighted moan.

He gnawed on his lip as she held him with both hands began slowly pumping him, a thumb swirling over the tip. Her smile had not left her face since he had first moaned and it only grew as she watched his reactions. Faelian had a wonderful amount of passion hiding beneath his crafted, cool persona. But she could also tell he was not the most experienced man. Still stroking him, she pushed him down the wall so he could sit and she could kneel.

He made no protest as she pulled his trousers completely open, but got confused as she place herself between his legs carefully pushing them further and further apart.

"Durga, what?" his voice was heady but she heard the small tint of fear. "What are you doing?"

"Is it not obvious?" she gripped him again and idly ran the pads of her fingers along the underside. Faelian squeaked, but shook his head.

"No one has ever tasted you?" before he could answer she dipped her head and ever so lightly licked the tip. Faelian gasped and one hand flew up to fist her hair.

"Durga will do something wonderful for you." She fixed him with a look that sent a shock right down his spine and into his cock. "Just keep your hips still. Scratch Durga's skin or pull hair if you must, no thrusting."

Faelian gulped. He didn't want to do either of those things but…what was it going to be like if he could do that to keep from thrusting?

Durga settled herself between his legs and then lowered her head again, carefully taking the first couple of inches into her mouth. Faelian's moan sounded more like one of pain than pleasure. It was as strange as the kiss at first, he could feel her fangs grazing him ever so lightly, but her tongue… her licking made him feel things that he didn't think a man was capable of feeling.

Very quickly he felt energy building up in his hips, they wanted to buck. Faelian swallowed hard and forced the feeling down and buried his hand in her hair and fur instead. She took more of him into her mouth and began pumping her head, the heat and pleasure of it began spreading from his groin the his thighs and to his belly, a tingling running up and down his skin.

Faelian was moaning or gasping with every breath, occasionally he whispered her name. Every time he did she took a little more of him in, working a new trick with that tongue of hers or running her fingers around the base of his shaft in ways that made him shiver. Faelian began to wonder just how much of him she could handle. Her mouth seemed like a bottomless cavern. Some part of him wanted to ask her but his mind was quickly becoming incapable of coherency.

Suddenly something tickled his inner thighs. He glanced down to see her long whiskers were just barely grazing him. Something about that light tickling was dragging him over the edge fast.

His breath was coming in ragged gasps and Durga was being far less methodical, now working him in every single way to bring him to release. Faelian stopped trying to think and just waited for the climax, it came very quickly. A horse cry escaped him, his whole body stiffened and he broke the rule she had set, pushing his hips off the floor. He felt like he was being crushed by the wave of overpowering pleasure that was running through him, his body was nearly convulsing and all he was aware of was the ecstasy. As he came Durga sucked him, greedily taking in every drop he gave her.

Finally he relaxed and slumped against the wall, drenched in sweat and still quivering in afterglow. Durga lifted her head and flexed her neck, savoring his taste. When he looked up at her she grinned and licked her chops, leaning in and grabbing his head to kiss him and let him sample himself.

A few more minutes recovering and Faelian began to compose himself. The strangeness of what he just did hit him. A new blush appeared on his face and he suddenly felt like everyone in the world knew what had happened in this little corner of Winterhold. He scrambled to close his robes and began stuttering excuses, trying to step around Durga.

She caught him and pinned him again, her smile gone.

"Faelian. Are you ashamed of this?" she asked, very seriously.

Faelian couldn't answer at first. His mind was whirling around, bringing up the Eye of Magnus, Winterhold in danger, the customs of his people, the social norms, the expectations placed on him. All at once he saw every horrible thing that might happen to the both of them if anyone found out what they'd done. His people might kill her, hers might kill him, Winterhold might explode if they didn't move soon…it just kept going on.

Then something stronger came into his head. He'd been on edge for days. He thought it was Ancano, who until a few hours ago had been acting like a man possessed and frightening many with his barely concealed intents. Then he realized… Durga wandering Myzuft all alone, looking for clues, looking for a way to save them. That was what caused the twisting pit in his stomach, and when she came back to him, when she kissed him, when she gave him pleasure; affection. It turned his legs to jelly and turned his gnawing fear into calm, even to confidence.

As she stared him down, Durga saw Faelian's face slowly switch from fear and shame to a kind of quiet epiphany. He lifted a hand to grip her wrist, squeezing it, then pressed his lips to hers. That was all the answer she needed. One last lingering look and he dragged her out of the stairwell.

"Go to the Arch Mage now."

Durga took off towards the door, her armor clanking as she jogged.

"Durga!" she stopped dead and looked back. Faelian was trying to hide his dread and worry behind a sweet smile.

"Live Durga." was all he said. She nodded and went out the door, leaving him to hope like mad that wasn't the last time he saw her.