Bit 3

Faelian took in the well-appointed, cozy place Durga called home. He still found it hard to believe that she had been a Thane of Whiterun even before coming to the College. Now she also held the title of Arch Mage, though if she had had her own way that would have been quickly passed to Tolfdir. After her battle with Ancano Durga was keen to leave Winterhold. Faelian still felt the tickle of whiskers when she greeted him with a hearty kiss after the Eye was gone.

He wasn't entirely sure why he agreed to go back to Whiterun with her, but he did and here he was. Durga hung her snow dusted cloak on a hook and went to the back of the house, going through the pantry cabinets.

"Lydia has kept the house well stocked. Durga will make you something to eat." She said.

"Who is Lydia?" Faelian hung up his own cloak and moved closer to the great fire in the center of the house, warming his hands and toes.

"Durga's housecarl. Durga had her stay behind to protect her home. "

"The rest of Whiterun must not be happy to see a Khajiit become a Thane."

Durga came back with some cheeses and bread on a wooden plate and handed it to him.

"If they are, they do not say or do anything because they know Durga's strength." she said with a look of pride.

"And how do they know your strength?" Faelian sat down in one of the armchairs by the fire pit and sampled some of the cheese.

"Because Durga has killed dragons to save the city."

Faelian was glad he wasn't trying to swallow when she said that, or else he would have choked.

"You killed dragons? Durga how…"

She held up a clawed finger.

"Let Durga get something."

She then hopped upstairs, and he heard her rummaging around in a chest. A few minutes later she came back down with a large set of bones wrapped up in thick leather.

"From Durga's kills." She said, putting them down on the table by his seat.

Faelian carefully unwrapped the bones, studying them. They were not horse or elk bones, they were bigger than either but much lighter. One of them was broken and he saw why. The bones were not solid or hollow, but rather had a web like construction. He tested one, twisting it in his hands. It bent slightly but he could feel the tension in it, the bone was resisting the torsion like a piece of thin steel.

"I have never seen bones like this before." Faelian said with a small bit of awe.

"Look at the skin." Said Durga.

He looked back at the leather that had bound the bones. Flipping it over he saw it was scaled.

"It is nearly fire proof on that side," she explained as he examined a piece, "Durga tried to work with it but it is so thick and strong she could barely get an iron nail through it." She made an exasperated sound.

"Durga tried many things to make armor form that skin. It resists fire and force, even magic."

Curious, Faelian wrapped the skin around his fist and carefully held it over the flames. He felt heat from the fire and took his hand away. He tapped the scales, they were warm but there was no burning or charring.

"It can only be dragon scales."

Even though he was handling the remains of said dragons, he found it hard to wrap his mind around the image of fluffy, cheery, practical joke pulling Durga slaying one of these ancient and near god like creatures.

"How exactly did you kill this dragon?" he put a hand to his temple and fixed her with a look of skepticism.

Durga sat down in the chair next to him and scratched an ear.

"Durga is not the best bard. She does not spin a yarn well," she moved her scratching to beneath her chin, "So let her ask you this. If you had to kill a dragon, and had sufficient power to do so; how would you go about it?"

Faelian took a moment to think. He'd never seen a dragon, had never done extensive research on them, so he found himself guessing based on legends, logic and the nature of the remains she'd shown him.

"About all I can think of is to avoid their breath and teeth."

"A good idea, and one Durga had to use but there's more. Their tails are fast as bull whips and hit like battering rams. They love to fly around and burn or freeze prey from above. They only land to taunt you, so sure are they you cannot hurt them. It takes at least three hits from a good sharp weapon to make them bleed and if they ever sit still long enough for you to hit that many times a miracle has occurred. And they are smart, they see what you try to do, and they act accordingly. Durga has only killed three dragons, but all three nearly killed her."

Faelian gulped. He'd never been keen to see a dragon and now he prayed he'd never so much as hear one from miles away. They sat in awkward silence for a while Durga did nothing but stare into the fire perhaps remembering her past battles.

"Do you have any wine or mead?" Faelian finally asked. A part of him was regretting his trip here and he wanted to silence it with drink.

"Good idea. Forgive, Durga forgot her manners." She went back to the larder and began searching for any alcohol.

"Lydia loves mead. She should keep some. Aha!" Faelian heard the clink of glass and Durga returned holding a huge jug and two large steins.

Faelian gladly took his and Durga filled it nearly to the brim. He took a long sip as she examined the writing on the jug.

"Durga thinks this should have been warmed first."

"It's fine" Faelian could already feel the warmth from the mead spreading through his body, "Its very strong. And…" he took in its unique bouquet, "a bit fruity?"

"Savor it. It was made in Helgen. A special mead with juniper berries. Likely that this will never be made again." Durga filled her own cup and sat back down.

"Why is that?"

When he asked that she looked at him like one looks at a child who asks why the sky blue.

"Helgen was destroyed. Burned to the ground by a dragon."

"Dragons again." Faelian took another sip, "Nothing is talked about but dragons these days."

Durga had gotten lost in the fire again. Faelian sighed.

"By the ancestors, what do you keep thinking about?"

"Helgen." Her voice was uncharactiscally sad, "I was there."

"Wha-" Faelian would have doubted her words if not for her demeanor. For a moment he could think of nothing to say.

"You said you're not good at telling stories." He ventured, "But could you try to tell me what happened?"

Durga looked almost offended by his question.

"Why?"

"I came here because," he paused a beat, not yet ready to say something," because I care for you. You've… proved you have feelings for me as well. Why keep this from me? Shouldn't we be a comfort to each other?"

Close personal feelings and the conversations attached were not something he was good at and he cringed as he spoke, sure he was only offending her more. But Durga softened, her face wore a look of 'why not?' and she leaned back in her chair.

"Durga nearly died several times that day. First time was when she got caught in a skirmish between Imperials and Stormcloaks on the border. She was carted to Helgen with them, and nearly executed along with Ulfric Stormcloak and his men."

Faelian was not so lucky as before when she mentioned Ulfric Stormcloak. He nearly spat his mouthful of mead into the fire. He coughed and sputtered, and Durga patted his back.

"If you are going to keep doing that, put your drink down now." She joked.

When he recovered Faelian did set his drink aside. The mead was very strong and he could already feel a light buzz. He could wait a few minutes to get fully drunk.

"Durga should not have been on the block with them." She continued, "but the captain didn't care. They killed a rebel and then put Durga's neck down. Then she saw something come flying over the mountains. Before she knew it a black dragon had landed on the tower above her. It looked right at her."

Faelian saw her fur stand on end as she remembered.

"It spat words at her, and threw her back with the force. In the chaos she slipped away into another tower with the Stormcloaks. She climbed the tower, jumped down and ran through the village. Everyone was burning, dying, and the dragon was chasing Durga. Finally Durga found a rebel and he helped her get into the Keep and escape Helgen through the caves beneath. After that Durga had to go to Rivenwood for help, and then to Whiterun to get reinforcements for the village. When Durga killed a dragon outside Whiterun a few weeks later, the Jarl made her a Thane."

Faelian rubbed his forhead.

"From Imperial prisoner and illegal immigrant to Thane and Arch Mage in a few months. Your life is a tall tale Durga. Had I not witnessed much of it I would never believe it."

Durga smiled, her sapphire eyes flashing with humor.

"Durga often does not believe her own memories."

"Do you mind answering a few more questions?" he asked, tentatively.

"You were obviously born in Elyswer. Why did you leave?"

"Durga did not want to be a thief or a skooma dealer, or a trader like so many of her kind. She left to find a better way of life." He tone was angry and terse, her fangs bared slightly as she spoke.

"I didn't mean to offend you with that question." As he spoke she waved a hand at him.

"Durga is angry at the past, at Elyswer, not you."

"Why Skyrim?" he couldn't bite the question back, but was relieved when she laughed.

"Good question. Durga can't really remember. She did not like Cyrodiil or Morrowind, did not know about the war and thought it might be good for… some reason. Why did you come to Skyrim?"

Faelian smiled just a hint as she turned the question back on him.

"Much the same reason as J'zargo. I sought to learn and many other magic colleges and foundations are too busy guarding secrets and hoarding knowledge to teach. I didn't realize I was walking into a powder keg either."

"What would you like to do now that you are here?" she asked sincerely.

Faelian had to think on that.

"I suppose I could keep on with my alchemy research. Isn't there a master alchemist in Whiterun…" he trailed off when he saw the look on her face. She looked pained, guilt ridden.

"Durga thinks that she dragged you here unduly." She seemed to have more on her mind but said nothing else.

"You could have stayed at the College." There was a tense silence between them, then she spoke again.

"Durga hated it there. She couldn't stand the thought of running that place and living in all that snow and frost. She was selfish, and made you come along."

Faelian wasn't sure why he posed the next question, but it tumbled out of him almost of its own volition.

"Why did you have me accompany you?"

"Because…" there was pain in her eyes, like she was just on the edge of heartbreak. "she cannot stand the thought of not having you near."

She got up from her seat and reached out to stroke his cheek, smiling as he let her touch him.

"If you want to go back to Winterhold, or the Summerset Isles, you may go."

Faelian chuckled.

"I'm not going back to the Isles. And I'm not going back to Winterhold either. Truth be told I don't think I would have stayed long anyways." He rose, and returned her gentle touch. "And had I not left with you, I would have probably not seen you again. And I don't like to think about that possibility."

Durga was greatly relieved by that, and as he stroked her fur he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. When he looked at her she was disappointed. Her brow furrowed and she put both hands on his face and pulled him in for a more passionate kiss. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth he felt arousal building again, the fire flared in his belly and loins and he put an arm around her waist to pull her closer.

They kissed a long time in front of the fire, each enjoying the comfort and sweetness of it. When it ended Durga purred and nuzzled his neck, he felt his excitement grow as her fuzzy ears rubbed the delicate skin there. Despite what happened before she left to retrieve the Staff of Magnus they still hadn't really had sex. Faelian was nervous; about several things at once.

He wanted to please, but in his past experiences her was really only an adequate lover. He was unsure of how different a Khajiit was from an elf or a human and he wasn't sure if he could get used to the feeling all the thick fur that covered her. So far however his body had told him that it liked all those differences.

Durga was oblivious to his conflict and licked his neck before taking his hand and leading him towards the stairs.

"Wait," he scrambled for an excuse to buy time, "My bags are still, " he pointed towards the two leather bags slumped by the door, "let me take care of them quick, I'll come up then."

Durga gave him a look but proceeded up alone. He took a minute to try to calm his hammering heart and put his belongings down on the tables in the back of the house, then downed his drink in two gulps. He stared at his empty cup, his eyes shot up to the ceiling where he could hear Durga moving about. He shook his head and poured himself another cup and downed that too.

He went slowly up the stairs, still trying to calm his heart. It was pumping like a hummingbird's wings. Upstairs he saw a door to the left and a set of double doors on the right. He could just see the Khajiit moving behind them. One last bracing breath and he pushed them open and walked inside.

Durga was taking off her boots and bracers, not sensually though. She very carefully removed each piece and placed them on a long table beside some polishing wax and a wet stone. Her sword was already set out. She grunted as she tried to undo the pauldrons and breast plate.

"Help me would you?" she turned her back to him and pointed to the buckle hidden beneath the metal. Faelian's nimble fingers had the armor off quickly and she placed it along side the rest, and last the leg plates joined it. She wore linens and wools beneath and took a few moments to stretch muscles and crack complaining joints.

She seemed so tired that for a moment Faelian thought he had panicked over nothing, till she ran her tail up the inside of his leg. He squeaked, he could clearly feel her fur through his linen trousers and his arousal flared when her tail brushed his groin.

He rubbed his forehead, he suddenly felt rooted in place by his own indecisiveness. Durga sighed and embraced him, rubbing hands up and down his back while purring.

"Tonight we will answer questions." She said, "If you do not like what you find, Durga is not the right woman for you. It is that simple. Try something before you swear off it."

Faelian returned her embrace.

"Just… tell me what to do. I will try."

Durga kissed his cheeks and lips, her whiskers making him giggle just a tad.

"Take off your robe, and help Durga out of this tunic."

Faelian did has she asked, lowering his hood and untying his belt. She slipped the thin garments from his shoulders and it puddled on the floor. She massaged his chest, taking in the pretty slight of his slender, golden body shimmering like an idol in the candlelight. Part of her was sue this would be the only time she got to see him like this, so she was determined to make this as beautiful an experience for the both of them as was possible.

With trembling fingers he undid the knots that held her tunic closed and it fell next to his. He was a bit taken aback by her body. Just as he assumed her coat was thick, especially around her neck and chest but he could clearly see the rather shapely curves beneath. His shaft twitched when he saw her breasts packed cruelly into a silken band.

"That looks painful." He voice grew heady as he reached out to gingerly touch them, running his fingers over the line between silk and flesh. Durga smiled and lifted her arms, he untucked one end and she turned around and around, the band slowly unwinding. Faelian found himself captivated by the pattern in her fur. The rosettes of black, silver and cream white were striking and very beautiful to his eyes. Before his knew it the end of the silk fell away from her, and he grinned. Her breasts though furred were pleasing, the nipples were free of hair and a rosy pink and quickly hardened in the slight chill of the air. Her bosom was not a modest one and the urge to touch made goosebumps rise on his flesh.

Durga leaned against him as he stood simply staring. He felt her breasts press against he chest and his member pressed into his leg in response. He ran his hands down her back, burying fingers in her thick, downy soft coat. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. He liked this perhaps a little too much. Faelian forced down his doubts and made a little space between them and cupped her, filling his hands with her bosom. The weight of those mounds was as satisfying as any others, and the hair didn't bother him a bit.

He set his jaw then dipped his head, taking a rosy nipple into his mouth. Durga moaned and purred at the same time, raking fingers through his long amber hair. Suckling her was a bit different, he had to avoid getting hairs in his mouth but he still was aroused by the feel of hard bud beneath his tongue and even more by her rumbling purrs. He jumped when she ran her tail between his legs again, caressing his inner thighs. He nearly bit her when she added fingers running over his ears.

He took his mouth away form her breast and buried his face in her long chest fur. That was… quite nice. He got his first real whiff of her scent. He couldn't decide if it was more like a woman or a feline but he liked it. He kissed his way back to her mouth and pulled her head to his, dipping his tongue into here again and trying to respond to hers. When he pulled back she smiled.

"You like Khajiit women so far?"

He grinned and nodded, following her onto her bed. She lay down and let him revel in her bosom again, purring as suckled her and running her tail over his back and legs, making him shiver. She impatient though, he was starting to drive her mad with all this teasing. She pulled off the cord fastening her trousers and grabbed one of his hands pushing it down over her hips. Faelian felt his nervousness come back but forced it down. He did as she asked and tugged her trousers down her hips, carefully pulling her tail out before taking them off her all together.

He tossed them aside and looked at her for a moment. Her legs were very well built, the muscles strengthened by years of traveling on foot. He noticed her fur was thickest on the outside of her thighs, over her calves and on her inner thigh it was almost bare. The rosettes were just as strong as on her back and belly though. As he ran his hands down her legs she parted them.

Her quim was hardly any different than an elf or a human's and he grinned again. He ran a finger down the slit and she sighed, sinking into the blankets and furs. He pressed past her folds and explored her, carefully probing for her most sensitive spots. She gasped he worked the soft roof of her quim, he turned his hand rubbed his thumb against her. She began purring again as he started a rhythm, he felt a swell of masculine pride as she writhed and bit her own lip, fisting the sheets.

She teased him with her tail again, and he hissed. She lifted a leg and rubbed her knee against his still covered member. Ignoring himself for so long made it insanely hard to keep from coming right then. He grunted and forced her knee back down. Durga was eyeing him with mischievous glee, he suddenly couldn't let her get away with that.

Raw passion took over and he put his head between her thighs, parted her folds and tenderly licked her. Durga stifled a cry, and Faelian began carefully running his tongue over, looking for the just the right spot. He found it just above her entrance and teased her, pressing and flicking the flesh, occasionally plunging into her. She wasn't purring anymore, she was making very human cries and gasps, fisting his hair and running her fingers over his ears. She made him shudder and he changed tactics, taking as much of her into his mouth as he could and sucking.

It dawned on him that he was getting a bit of revenge for what she did to him several times back at the College, pinning him to corners and pulling down his clothes, leaving him to wonder who might burst in on them as she worked between his splayed legs. The thought made him chuckle against her and she laughed as well.

"What did you just think of?" she asked, between gasps.

He teased, then sucked her before lifted his head and wiping his mouth.

"Now you get to worry about who might stumble on you." He said with an evil grin.

"Only Lydia. And she…" Durga couldn't keep talking when he pressed that same spot with a finger, then inserted three into her and latched back onto her. He surprised her with his sudden eagerness. She held her legs up and parted them as much as she could, letting him work her into a blissful; mindless state.

Faelian could feel his belly tightening, he knew he was in desperate need of attention but he was addicted to this. He loved being in control; he loved making her whimper and moan. His hips started thrusting against the blanket and he stopped, making her whine as his mouth left her. He shuffled up on his knees and put her hands to his groin. He was as hard as stone as he rubbed him. She undid his waistband quickly and pulled his breeches down to his knees, and caressed his throbbing member.

Faelian almost growled as she worked him, she leaned in to lick the head and again he had to use all his willpower not to come. He pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her hips up to him. She angled herself and relaxed as he pushed in, a purr rising in her chest again as he hilted himself.

Her quim was hot, wet and wonderfully receptive to him, and the extra heat and stimulation of her fur made him feel like he had sunk a foot into her. Her tail snaked under his ass and between his legs, the tip gazing the small of his back. Faelian took a moment to steady himself; then lay over her and wrapped his arms around her back and neck.

He started slow and shallow, trying to see how long he would last. She reacted in the perfect way to his thrusts, squeezing him as he pulled out then relaxing to let him plunge back in. He started going harder and faster, the sensation was making him feel like lightening was crackling over his skin. Durga was making delighted gasps and raking her claws down his back, he was thankful that she was careful not to shred his skin.

She rubbed her tail over his groin with his thrusts and pushed herself closer to him, letting him come in a little deeper. He pounded faster in response sure he was only moments away from his climax. She startled him when she squeezed him, her slick walls convulsing around him. She ran her tongue over his ear and sucked at the lobe he went as fast as he could letting himself lose all control. He came explosively, his muscles locked and nearly cramped as instinct held him fast, making him push as far into her as he could.

She was still pulsing, and held him in a vice like grip as he came. After what felt like a year and a day he relaxed and collapsed on top of her. His golden skin was slick with sweat and the room was saturated in the scent of their sex. Faelian dimly thought that he could indeed do this again, and again, and again. Durga played with his long, mussed hair and turned him over, letting his member slide out of her and pulled a blanket over them.

"Sleep, its always best after love making."

Faelian felt a blush come to his cheeks as she said 'love making.' An Altmer and a Khajiit. A couple in love. It was strange to think about but not something he could deny. He wondered if he would stop doubting their feelings simply because of their difference in race. He banished those thoughts and let his mind go blank, Durga was already asleep but purring against his chest, the rumbling from her body was quickly sending him into a deep sleep.