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Jha'kzar's return to the Bannered Mare hadn't gone quite as planned. Rikke had kept asking to know what he had to do in Riverwood, and when he kept responding with "Nothing" she had started to get a little angry. Okay, maybe more than just a little. So Jhak decided he would just tell her the truth, and then let her get mad, and then forgive him. Like she did twice a day back in Eleswyr. After he had revealed his position as an assassin and showed her the new contracts, she was silent.
Then, after a few seconds, he heard a strange noise. Well, strange for the moment anyway. A laugh, followed by a few more, until Rikke was practically falling out of her chair laughing so hard. "You... You! An assassin! I would pay to see you try to assassinate someone! You can barely fit through a door without knocking over half the things in the room!" Rikke was now producing tears from her eyes because of how hard she was laughing.
"Honestly, Rikke, it's not that funny!" Jhak said, although glad that she hadn't yelled and just left Whiterun entirely. "In fact, I'm pretty good at it!" He was ready to move their conversation upstairs, now that Rikke wasn't mad at him anymore. "Come on, Rikke, it's time for bed."
"Jhak, I'm not tired, and it's only 8:30, we can stay up a little longer." Rikke said, grabbing another mead from the bar. She didn't even look a little tired, or drunk at all, even though this had to have been her eighth drink.
"I never said we were going to sleep, did I? What do you say we finish what your brother stopped back in Eleswyr." Jhak said, hinting to the time when they were half undressed in his private bedroom, when a specific Nord rudely opened the door, then yelled at Jhak and punched him in the face. Needless to say, the Nord was unconscious when Jhak's servants carried him out of the room. Rikke left the next day, so they could never finish.
Rikke looked like she agreed, and pushed her face into Jhak's letting him breath in her scent. Out of her armor, she was a beauty. Now she was just wearing regular leather clothing, and her body was pressed up against Jhak's similar clothes. "So Jhak, how many Khajiit women have you been with?" She asked seriously.
"All of them, I think." was the response. "No, only twelve I believe. You'll be the first Nord that I've been with, though. And I'm glad, but we really need to locate our room." Jhak continued.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Jhak roughly shoved Rikke down onto the bed and pulled her shirt off. Her small-clothes were in the way, so he ripped them off as well, then began licking her neck, slowly getting lower until he reached her beautiful breasts. He licked and nipped around the nipple on her left breast, while whispering "Khajiit women's breasts are not as prominent. These are beautiful." He then moved over to the other one, licking and gently sucking while Rikke moaned in pleasure.
"Jhak, this is all fine and everything, but I need you in me. Now" she moaned in his ear, breathless. She could feel the bulge in his pants on her leg, and it made her even more wet. Wanting to do something, anything, Rikke slowly lifted Jhak's shirt off, revealing his furry chest. His huge muscles seemed to be bulging out of his skin, and he seemed to not have any fat. As he continued his treatment to her breast, she started massaging his shoulders while moaning.
Using her finger, she undid the laces on both of their pants, then pushed hers off, leaving her in just small-clothes. Jhak did the same, and when he removed his pants, Rikke saw he wasn't wearing a loincloth. "Oh, you naughty kitten. I don't know how that thing doesn't burst out of your pants!" His member was at full length, and Rikke had never seen such a massive dick before. All the Nord men she had been with were tiny in comparison.
"Baby, I don't know abo- OH GOD JHAK" Her worries about the size were cut off when he slammed into her, then pulled out and slammed in again. The pain that was there at first quickly subsided into an amazing pleasure, her moans loud enough to be heard from downstairs. "Oh god Jhak that feel so good, don't stop, don't stop!" She exclaimed repeatedly. Jhak had learned long ago that he could hold out for an amazingly long time, but he had never fucked a pussy this tight before. Nords were so great.
"Rikke, You are so tight. What do they do to you soldiers to make you this tight!" he wondered while he continued fucking her relentlessly. "Oh god that feels good!" They both exclaimed at the same time. Rikke looked down and saw that Jhak wasn't even going as far in as he could, and she wrapped her legs around his back.
"Go deeper, baby, make me screa- OH FUCK THAT'S AWESOME!" She screamed, climaxing for what had to be the third time. It felt so great, the feeling that she was nearly getting torn apart. Jhak's moans were getting louder, and Rikke knew that most men stopped thrusting when they came. "Baby, if you stop for one second until I come again, I will snap your neck."
Jhak, encouraged by this threat, thrusted harder and harder while still sucking on her nipples. He felt his own orgasm coming, and felt like he should warn her, when once again she screamed and moaned in pleasure, setting him off. Jhak emptied his seed into her belly, then collapsed on top of her, relaxing in the bliss.
"Damn Jhak, how are you so good at this." Rikke questioned him.
"Being Mane, I have to have a lot of skills, you know. And my servants need to be rewarded somehow, don't they?"
The day after Jhak and Rikke sat next to each other on the carriage to Ivarstead, Rikke leaning her head against Jhak's shoulder. "So, Jhak, who are we gonna kill here? Some beggar, you said?" Jhak had revealed his secret career to Sapphire in the morning, so now all of them knew. Kharjo seemed to be the only one who had no problem that he killed people.
"Yes, baby. The beggar apparently hurt some rich man's feelings."
As usual, the assassination went like a breeze. Jhak sat in the man's broken down shack of a house, waiting for him to come in. When he entered, Jhak whispered from a corner, "Someone wants you dead, beggar" before slitting his throat.
Upon returning to the in, however, was a completely different thing. It did not go like a breeze, when the first thing he saw was a massive Nord in leather armor turned away from him. Jhak sighed, wondering what Trikas could possibly want. He had finished his job as told.
"Trikas, I just- Um... you're not Trikas are you...?" He said to a face that looked practically identical to Trikas'.
"No, I'm Farkas. I'm here to teach you a lesson, whelp. The companions are not an on-off kind of organization. You made a commitment, you have to stay with us." The man, apparently Farkas, said. Jhak then remembered his drunken night when he apparently joined the group of mercenaries.
Jhak realized he had three choices. Try to explain to the man that he was drunk and didn't really want to be a Companion, tell him he's the dragonborn then lie about meeting up with him later, or beat the shit out of him.
"So what's the lesson?" Jhak asked, ready for the latter.
"Well, as I see it, you have two options. Give me some really good excuse about why we can't talk, or get the shit beat out of you." Jhak promptly spit all the mead he was drinking into the man's face, laughing.
"That's exactly what I was thinking, except you were the one getting the shit beat out of you, friend." Jhak replied. He was distracted when Rikke looked around the corner out of their room, wearing nothing but a shirt that barely went past her waist, and moved her hand in a "hurry up" gesture. Therefore he did not see the huge piece of bone that Farkas referred to as a fist. But he felt it.
Jhak's immediate response was to spin around, after he hit the floor, then jumped onto his feet. He ducked under another punch, then jumped onto the table, kicking out his leg at Farkas' face. The jaring sensation as his soft leather boot hit the skin was good, but not as good as when he tackled Farkas then started punching him in the face. The fight continued after Farkas pushed him off, but after about five minutes Jha'kzar had Farkas laying out on the floor, gasping for breath.
"I quit. Now leave" Jhak said. Farkas left.
Jhak barely slept at all the previous night. Now the walk up these seven thousand steps was agonizingly slow. Sapphire and Rikke had decided to stay behind and were probably gossiping about random things. Kharjo was faithfully keeping up like the brother he was.
"Four thousand, three hundred, and twenty seven. Four thousand- Jhak. They just stopped." Kharjo had been counting out loud the entire way up. He was so slow at counting they were probably at around six thousand. Jhak looked up to seen just a path of snow. It looked like it was moving.
"Kharjo, is something moving. No, I must just be tired." He said that before the fist of a Frost Troll slammed Kharjo against the mountainside. Jhak then had barely any time before he received the same treatment, except he was going towards the side where there was no huge stone wall. Only a drop. He puled out his war ax which he rarely used in a fight, and slammed it into the ground. He managed to catch it onto a piece of rock that was sticking up. He stretched his arm out, pulling slowly towards the ledge.
Kharjo was bravely cowering behind his shield as the troll stomped around the little cave Kharjo was in, too small for the troll.
"FUS" Jhak shouted. The Troll stumbled, saw him, and charged as fast as he could. Jhak stepped out of the way. The troll's momentum carried him forward over the edge of the mountain. He and Kharjo stumbled back up the steps, then saw the castle of High Hrothgar as they came around a corner. They both rushed forward to the entrance.
Meanwhile, Rikke and Sapphire had gotten bored gossiping about the world. Rikke walked up to Wilhelm and asked him if there was any work to be done around town.
"Well, the whole town thinks that Shroud Hearth Barrow is haunted. You could go in there and kill whatever is there." He said. Sapphire and Rikke nodded and walked out of the inn, towards the mysterious barrow.
They had made it easily into the barrow, but the puzzle door was confusing. They finally gave up trying to work it out, and just pulled it on a random one. The door opened.
"Yes!" Rikke yelled in enthusiasm. Sapphire was about to tell her to be quite when she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye. She jumped onto Rikke, pushing her out of the way just as the lightning shot past them. Rikke stumbled up and drew her sword. They both charged at the ghost, slashing it down. It then turned into a Dark Elf rather than a ghost.
After they returned the journal to Wilhelm and were given a Sapphire Dragon claw to explore the ruin further if they wished, they decided to head back to their room, and talk.
"Thanks, Sapphie, you saved my life!" Rikke exclaimed.
"You wouldn't have died, Rikke" Sapphire responded. Rikke looked sad that her thanks was so easily countered.
"No, but it was the thought that counted. Hmmm?" She asked as she ran her finger along Sapphire's neck. Then she pushed her pack onto the bed, straddling her. Rikke rubbed the crotch of her tight leather leggings against Sapphire's.
"Rikke, baby, I would love to do this, but Jhak and Kharjy will be back soon." Sapphire said, although she felt herself getting wet already. Then her resolve crumbled when Rikke licked her neck. She started rubbing back at Rikke, who hadn't yet stopped. Rikke reached down and removed Sapphires shirt, revealing her huge nipples placed on relatively flat breasts. They looked big and hard enough to get fucked with. Rikke leaned down and sucked one of them into her mouth, as Sapphire pulled off Rikke's shirt as well. Rikke's breasts spilled out of her shirt, their huge size causing Sapphire's eyes to widen in shock.
"Damn girl, that is one huge rack." Sapphire exclaimed, causing Rikke to giggle. Sapphire then took one of Rikke's nipples in her mouth, sucking on it. Rikke pushed down Sapphires leggings enough to reveal her cleanly shaved pussy. Rikke dug her fingers in, causing Sapphire to moan in pleasure as she also pushed down Rikke's pants. They then removed their clothes entirely, writhing completely naked on the bed. Rikke lowered her slit onto one of Sapphire's inch long nipples, fucking herself with it.
Sapphire had gotten tired of Rikke being on top, so she flipped them over so each one's face was in the other's wet pussy. Licking and fingering each-other to multiple orgasms, they stayed in that position for a long time.