Ok, guys. I hope you liked the last one, and it was really long. I try to type in all my free time, but I don't have a lot of that. This one will end somewhere fun. I have no idea where. Probably in Solitude. (Gay smut warning this chapter, and also partial rape later. Skip those parts if you don't like it . Don't worry, Jhak isn't gay though!)
Kharjo shielded his face from what he thought was certain death. He didn't see Jhak slam into the dragon and nearly knock it over. Nor did he see Jhak unleash a flurry of slashes onto the beast's head. He just crouched, cowering against a tree, until he opened his eyes to see Jhak on the monster's snout, and then stab down onto it's forehead. The white cloud again came from the dragon, and he knew enough about the Nords to see that the Khajiit that was being surrounded by the white cloud was absorbing a dragon soul, and therefore he was the Dragonborn. "Thank y...you, friend. I am glad that you saved me." Kharjo did not struggle speaking in first person, unlike most Khajiit. He learned things very quickly. "Dragonborn, I offer my service-" He cut off as the Khajiit Dragonborn walked towards him, helmet in hand, other hand stretched half out as he froze in shock. Both couldn't move, even as the patrol of guards offered their thanks to the savior of Skyrim.
"..My.. B..Brother..." Both Khajiits whispered at the same time, then rushed forward to embrace each other. "Kharjo! You ARE alive! Our parents thought you were dead!" Kharjo looked at Jhak, and then backed away, before kneeling onto the ground and bowing his head. "My Mane, My Dragonborn, My Lord. I-" He fell over with a kick to the face. "Shut up, brother. You know I do not want to be worshipped by anyone. But please, I have someone to assassinate. Follow me, because I know if I didn't offer, you would do it anyway."
"Brother, I still can't believe you ran away from your position for one bitch." Kharjo joked, although still shocked. The brothers sat together in the Bee and Barb, discussing old times. Kharjo, the older brother, had joined a Caravan at age twelve, while Jhak was already planning war strategies at age ten and doing Mane stuff. He had offered Kharjo the job as personal bodyguard, although he didn't need one. Kharjo had refused. "Shut the fuck up, that's not why I quit. It had gotten pretty annoying. Anyway, you're the bitch." Jhak returned. "Nah, but I guess she's kinda hot, for a Nord. You know what mom would say if she knew you wanted to have little Mane/Dragonborn/Nord/Khajiits running around? 'What a whore! That fucking crossbreeder!' Kharjo imitated their Skooma-riddled mother's annoying voice perfectly. They both laughed. Then Jhak's older brother got serious. "She likes you though. I talked to her once, she remembered me when I was at Solitude once. She asked if I could set up a visit, then told me never to tell anyone, but she want's to lay you." Kharjo whispered. "Nah, I don't believe you" Jhak responded.
The assassination had been a breeze, and then Jhak had told him about his time so far in Skyrim, and both were "thirsty". That's how they ended up at the tavern. "She's in Solitude right now. You could join the Imperials, then try to talk to her." Kharjo said to Jhak. "Never gonna work" He said, although inside he believed Kharjo and knew he was right. That was the only way. "Anyway, Thinking about what you guys will do is making me horny, I'm leaving!" Kharjo said cheerfully, and Jhak sighed, although the same was true for him. "Wait, Brother! We will leave in the morning for Solitude after I pick up my payment!" Kharjo grinned and continued up the stairs. Jhak was sore from the battle so he went upstairs too, and walked into the room they had gotten. Jhak laid down for a few minutes before turning towards his brother's bed, and speaking. "Once you finish jacking off, can we please fall asleep." He knew what was coming next. This always happened as kids, Jhak caught Kharjo, then Kharjo asked the question. "Wanna help, brother?"
Jhak, being the ever kind brother, slid out of his bed and walked over to Kharjo. They did this a lot as kids, to relieve themselves after a stressful day. They weren't gay, just friends. Jhak was way longer than his brother though. Jhak's meaty member was seven and a half inches long. More than enough to fill up the Legate, he thought as it grew longer. Kharjo was six and a half inches long and dripping with pre. The Khajiit, being the flexible feline race that they were, could suck their own dicks. But Jhak gladly did it for his brother to receive the same treatment in return. Sucking your own dick isn't comfortable, even for a Khajiit. Kharjo groaned as Jhak wrapped his hand around the member, sliding it up and down. Kharjo reached towards Jhak's own penis, also grabbing it. They were in a 69 position, and both started sucking the other off. Jhak had done this many times before to his brother, and knew how to set him off. It was usually a competition to see who could hold out the longest.
A/N: I am aware of cat anatomy and lore, I do realize that in The Real Barenziah they are recorded as having barbs on their dicks. I just decided that I would change it a little, like I have done with the rest of the story.
Jhak licked up and down while gently nipping the delicate skin, enough to sting but not actually hurt. Secretly, He thought Kharjo was enjoying the dick in his own mouth way to much. Kharjo just slobbered all over his brother's member, sucking the pre-cum from it. Kharjo knew he liked it. He loved dick. He began to thrust into Jhak's mouth, sliding all the way into his throat. They both erupted at the same time, then fell apart. "Been a long time, hasn't it brother." Kharjo said. "Yes, I missed you. Now lets fall asleep. And my answer is still no, I will not fuck you." Jhak said, climbing into his own bed. "Damnit."
The next morning both Khajiits were refreshed and prepared to leave for Solitude. Jhak wanted to see what the Imperial side was about, but he also needed Rikke. Their journey took about 5 days, and they also stopped at Windhelm to receive the boy's payment for the kill. Kharjo had asked Jhak for relief every single night on the journey, and Jhak complied. On the fourth night, they were just about to stop and make camp when they heard screaming from ahead on the road. "Get away from me, you dirty mothe-" The female voice was cut off by a loud smack. "Don't you talk to us like that, thieving bitch!" They heard. Both Khajiit had their weapons ready and ran forward, slightly crouching. Then Kharjo saw the woman fully in the firelight, and stopped. She was wearing black leather armor, and didn't appear to have any weapon. He then spotted the dagger that had apparently been knocked out of her hand. "Little bitch, think you can steal from us." On of the bandits said angrily. "Lets teach her a lesson." Kharjo was angered that simple bandits what attack a beautiful girl like that. He jumped forward and attacked with a massive swing, right after one of the bandits had started tearing off the woman's armor inside of one of the tents. Kharjo's attack had been completely unheard, somehow. But now he couldn't see the girl.
Sapphire was terrified. It seemed like a repeat of her childhood. The childhood she never told anyone about. She felt the armor being torn off of her, freeing her naked chest to the cool air. Her mouth was covered with a small leather strip, so she couldn't scream. The man then reached into her leather pants, ripping them open as well. She wore underwear below that, luckly. She then saw her chance, and kneed him in the crotch. "FUCK" he yelled, rolling off to the side and holding his crotch. She stood up and started punching him. Puling the dagger out of his sheath, she drove it into his chest. "Ugh. That was a close one." She muttered to herself, pulling down her ruined underwear then grabbing her pants. She heard the leather sheet covering the opening to the door get pushed aside, and turned around to see a bandit come flying in. She wore absolutely no clothes, but didn't hesitate to grab up the dagger for the expected attack.
Then Kharjo burst in, slashing rapidly at the bandit. He stuck out his sword, pushing it through the armor and into the man's heart. He turned to see the naked and beautiful woman standing by the torchlight, opened his mouth in a gasp, and stuttered. "T..They we..were ra..raping you..right..?" Kharjo was stunned by the Nord in front of him. "Yes, and thank you. Could you please step out so I could get dressed?" She asked seductively, then almost giggled at the bulge in his pants. "Uhm... Sure." He asked, then rushed outside.
Jhak watched as Kharjo tried to go about the normal camp set-up. The woman, whose name they now learned was Sapphire, had recently left to wash in a nearby river. Ever since she had stepped back out, wearing only a towel while holding her clothes, Jhak's brother had been stumbling around like a blind giant. "Brother, what is wrong? You look sick." Jhak asked, feigning concern. "Fuck off, Jhak", was the response. "It looks like you should be the one doing that, brother." Jhak replied. "I'm going to see if Sapphire is done. Skyrim is dangerous at night." Kharjo muttered, then stormed off towards the river. Jhak pulled out his map, and looking over it he saw that they would reach Solitude after dark the next day.
"I wonder were these guys are going, anyway." Sapphire thought out loud, and jumped back when she saw the older brother, Kharjo, step out. "Why, fine lady, all you had to do was ask." Kharjo stated. Sapphire was happy to see that he had regained his composure. "Well, then, where are we headed?" Kharjo looked around, the said "Jhak needs help trying to get his love's attention. She is a Nord fighting for the Imperials. Legate Rikke." Sapphire knew Rikke. She had been in love with her brother before he had been brutally murdered by the Stormcloaks. "Any idea where she is, Kharjo?" The Khajiit felt that his name was much more attractive when she said it. It sounded sexy. "Solitude, but we must get back to camp now, or he will get worried for us."
Jhak sat back, reading about some stupid legends. The book didn't even have a name for what the legend was about, except for that it had to do with three brothers called the Gauldurson brothers that had a cool amulet. Nor did they know anything else, besides the fact that there was once said to be something about it in a place called Folgunthur. He would make a stop there after going to Solitude. Jhak knew that in dungeons there was the chance of a Word Wall, he had already seen one in a dungeon on the journey there with Kharjo. It had been a particularly hard battle, but the reward shout, Call Storm, was worth it all. So was the cool Dragon Priest mask he had gotten. Yep, all worth it.
Ok, guys, I was kinda nervous about posting this one, but tell me if you want me to continue with smut or not. Also, lots of thanks to Come On You Spurs. The only one that has reviewed so far. :( I WANT MORE REVIEWS. Anywai, chapter 5 dun.