By the time the sun is beginning to dip down over the horizon, I find myself atop an unruly stallion with the Khajiit's arms wrapped firmly around my midsection. The boar I was told about has made his lair on the border of where Whiterun Hold and The Pale meet. I'd originally been planning on turning down the bounty as winter is beginning to creep in and the frost should send the boar fleeing to warmer areas soon enough; however, the excuse to get the woman behind me alone and somewhere she can't flee is too good of an opportunity to turn down.
A small, weak part of me is trying to get my body to jerk the reins around and start the return to Whiterun. It's a part easily squashed by the flame of desire that's being steadily fanned as I feel the woman's arms adjust around my waist every so often. In truth, even the stallion I chose and the supplies I packed are meant to make the woman wholly reliant on me. The beast we're atop, so lovingly nicknamed "Jackass", is the least tame of the horses the Companions have to our name. He's known to bite, kick, and buck whenever the urge takes him. Jackass has only ever behaved for Kodlak and has given me more bumps and bruises than I can count. If the Khajiit should find herself looking for an escape route, then riding Jackass wouldn't be a reliable method of fleeing anytime soon. The horse is more likely to bite her or give her a kick to the head than let her make a timely escape.
As for the supplies, I've made a distinct effort to avoid packing any food or water aside from a single meal we'll be enjoying later tonight. I'm the best damned survivalist and hunter in all of Whiterun, so I'm never in any danger of starving or going thirsty. An inexperienced warrior who looks like she's barely entered adulthood, however, is less likely to survive in the wilderness on her own. The final trick I have is the blessing Hircine gave me: my bestial form.
Even if the stars align and the Khajiit attempts to flee on a willing Jackass, I can track her scent for miles and overtake her the second she's within sight. The cold and calculated moves I've made cause an ache in my heart even as I envision the night that I'm going to spend with the woman behind me. I've handily "forgotten" to pack more than a single tent or enough blankets to allow us our own space. After I'm done doing whatever it is I'm going to do with her, she's more than free to leave. I trust she's intelligent enough to realize she can't make it back to civilization on her own and will "play nice" until I get her back to Whiterun. Once we've bedded down for the night, I also trust she'll be smart enough to not try sleeping outside the tent and braving the cold of The Pale. Even inside the tent, she'll need blankets and shared body heat to keep warm in the coldness of the night.
I'm almost making myself afraid as I realize how perfectly I've planned everything. I've led the willing woman to her own demise and she's none the wiser. She's even humming a soft tune as I pull on the horse's reins and slowly bring us to a halt within a thicket of snowy trees. A thin layer of ice cracks and allows my boots to sink into the snow below them. I offer the woman a hand down and do my best to avoid letting her rub against my cock as I help her off Jackass.
For his part, the horse remains docile as I wrap him in a protective blanket and strap his feed to his face. It takes the better part of an hour for the Khajiit and I to set up the tent and get everything ready to camp. The Khajiit plays her role perfectly and seems genuinely shocked that I've "forgotten" a tent, sleeping sack, and some blankets. She even goes so far as to try gently teasing me about it as she prepares her borrowed bow and arrows for a hunt she doesn't realize will end in disaster for her. I humor her for a bit and take us "hunting" for the boar with the last little bit of daylight. I make a show of following invisible tracks before "losing" them and making us return to camp with nothing to show.
I make us a dinner of beef and eggs with a few swallows of water to wash it down with. Thankfully, when I begin to boil some wine the Khajiit doesn't seem to realize how odd it is I've brought cloves and cinnamon while forgetting something as obvious as an entire tent. I let the wine warm and add the spices while stirring. I pour the woman beside me a generous serving while only taking enough to warm my insides on such a cold night. She's babbling about something or another and I can hardly find it in myself to care as I keep imagining her lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck her face.
I try to drink a little more wine as darkness finally consumes all and I can gently usher us into our shared tent. I douse the fire, catch a glimpse of the other woman's ass as she crawls into the tent, and find myself loosening the singular clasp on my armor a little bit. I wane pathetically at the moon for strength to stop myself from committing a grievous crime against the woman before finding I don't particularly care. I'm hard and throbbing and I can't find it in myself to force myself to give a shit if what I'm about to do is going to permanently scar the woman for the rest of her life. I take one last deep breath of fresh forest air before following the woman inside.
I can't contain a dreamy sigh that slips past my lips as I find the woman bare before me with her back turned towards me. I don't know if she was changing before sleep or simply taking her shirt off for a brief respite; and, honestly, I don't really care. Her ears twitch as I undo the clasp keeping my armor on and my clothes sink to the floor. A tenseness comes and goes across her shoulders in an instant as the deep, feral part of her brain warns her of an approaching predator and her civilized mind quells the fear in favor of logic.
Oh my sweet, sweet girl. I'll need to teach you one day to listen to your gut when it tells you to run.
My legs flex before my brain comprehends what's happening and I find myself airborne before I can grasp the severity of the situation. My entire weight slams into the Khajiit's back and she soon finds herself crushed to the ground with my entire weight holding her down. Instantly, she turns into a spitting, hissing, fighting cat that might have been able to wiggle free if she had listened to her gut earlier and prepared herself. As it stands, I easily grab her right wrist and force it behind her back.
Claws flash as she swings her left hand backwards in the hopes of hitting me. I swipe her left hand to the side and shove her right hand up as far as it'll go. Her defiant hissing is quickly replaced by pained yowling as I continue applying pressure. I take pity on the sobbing, twitching woman beneath me and inform her on what's going to happen to her tonight.
"Sweetling, I'm going to need you to stop fighting me. Whatever happens tonight is going to end with me spilling my seed inside your cunt, but you get to decide if it's with a broken arm or not.". The woman goes completely still below me for a solid five seconds before she finally comprehends what I've said and what it implies. Then, the crying and begging start.
"Please, I swear I won't tell anyone! I don't know what I've done or what you want, but just let me go! I promise I'll never come to Whiterun again, I'll give you all my gold, I'll do anything just-". She babbles more pleas and tries bargaining with whatever she thinks will convince me to not ram my cock into her. Sadly, the only thing I want right now is to feel her walls fluttering around me. I grab the woman's own knife from her nearby pile of clothes as I flip her over in one quick motion.
The woman can't comprehend what's happening before I have her own dagger pressed against her throat. She becomes frozen for a second time and looks at me with big, pleading eyes. Tears begin to form, and she offers me a pathetic whimper as I pump my cock a few times with my free hand to make sure I'm ready to ravage her.
I keep her knife pressed against her throat as I wrestle one of her legs up and over my shoulder. My head presses against her tight, dry entrance. Her sniffles and pleas for mercy are the only reason I spit on my cock before ramming it home. A yowl of agony loud enough to wake the dead rings out as the woman digs her claws deep into the blankets she's lying on and throws her head as far back as it'll go. I try to salvage the intimacy of the night and toss the knife to the side to bring my locked hands around the woman's throat.
I spare a glance downwards to where we're connected and see beautiful, sparkling blood covering my cock. No matter what happens or where we find ourselves after tonight, I'll always be the first to claim her. The thought drives me forward as I begin to mindlessly thrust into the woman like a beast in rut. I offer her gentle whispers of praises and kisses across her face and get sobs and tears in return. The woman has her eyes closed the entire time I'm inside her and keeps sniffling and occasionally, whenever she gathers enough courage, still trying to reason with me.
"Please, it hurts.". I allow myself to be cruel this one time and thrust into her particularly rough as I answer her plea.
"It's supposed to, sweetheart.". Her maidenhead's blood stains our stomachs as I begin panting directly into the other woman's face. She screws her eyes shut even further and tries to turn away from me. A low, deep growl quickly makes her rethink her attempt at escaping my breath. I go back to whispering encouragements as I find myself closing in on my own peak.
"Such a good little slut for me. I'll make sure to save the blankets, so we show our children where I shot them into their mother's cunt.". More mewling coupled with weak pushes against my shoulders. I can't contain myself anymore and surge forward to trap the woman's lips in a kiss as I feel my balls emptying deep inside her. A loud cry goes up as the woman realizes what's happening and tries wiggling away from me.
I hold her tight and offer kisses and compliments as I feel my seed beginning to leak out and mix with the blood from her broken maidenhead. The woman sobs and tries freeing herself for the better part of an hour as I trap her in my arms and bask in the completion of our coupling. Outside, the wind begins to pick up and Jackass stirs against the tree he's tied to. Soon enough, the Khajiit has exhausted herself and fallen into a fitful, uneasy sleep in my arms. I remain awake with my mind racing about tomorrow and what all needs to be done. In the end, though, I spend a majority of the night just as I'd planned: watching my own cum slowly leaking from the Khajiit.