The woman doesn't even wake long after the sun has risen over the horizon. I can only assume the soreness and shock is what's kept her asleep for so long. As for me, I've been savoring every moment I can spend with the woman even if she's unconscious. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts tempt me to wake her for another round; thankfully, my appetite has been thoroughly sated and I'm able to content myself with simply feeling the woman's ass press flush against my erection. While my love has been enjoying her rest, I've been dreaming and planning of what comes next for us when she awakens.
Regardless of what I say or where we go after we're both up, it's clear to me I can't let the woman leave me. Her response to my love has already proven to me she'd flee and never return if she could. I can't let that happen. I know little about the woman aside from her name and I already know we're perfect for each other. The way her body curls and contorts, her cries as I forcibly take her, the tears staining her fur, everything about her is gorgeous and perfect for me. As for me, I'm virile enough to give her as many babes as we could ever want, and I'm more than strong enough to protect her and our children. Women and men all across Skyrim would kill for the chance to have me as their partner, and I'm sure it'll only be a matter of time before the Khajiit comes to realize her luck.
I just need some way to keep her calm until she finally realizes she's been blessed to get my attention. I'd love nothing more than to return with her to Whiterun and walk in with her by my side, but that's very obviously not an option at the moment. She'd begin accusing me of rape the second we were within sight of the city's walls. I need her somewhere isolated where she needs to rely on me so I can show her how great of a mate I'll make. A vague plan has begun to form in the back of my brain.
There's a small, isolated home for sale on the outskirts of Whiterun Hold that the Jarl always claims is off the market. If I can stash the Khajiit somewhere and go purchase the home for myself, then I'll have somewhere to contain her. A knife to the back and the promise of a quick gutting should she speak should be more than enough to get her from point A to point B wherever I need her to go at the moment, I'll have more freedom to do what I want to her whenever I want. Threats or muzzling should be more than sufficient to keep her quiet when I need her to be. As for whenever I'm forced to leave for Companions business, I'm sure I can tie the woman up or find a cage to keep her in. A local of Whiterun, Ysolda, is currently running sleeping tree sap out of the town which I can easily use to my advantage.
A drop of two of sleeping tree sap in the Khajiit's water should knock her out for a couple of hours if all else fails. Or if I suddenly get the urge to claim her while she can't resist me. I push thoughts of mating to the side as I try to finalize my current plan. As much as I hate to do it to her, I'm afraid I'll have to leave the Khajiit out in the wilderness while I get everything ready. I'm not about to abandon her in The Pale, but I know a nice little hollow near Whiterun where I can stash her for a couple of hours while I go back into Whiterun and get everything ready for us to begin our life of domesticity together.
Both my cock and heart stir as I imagine coming home from a long, hard day at work to be greeted by both the Khajiit's cooking and cunt waiting for me. My imagination overcomes me and the woman stirring against me is enough to make me act upon my arousal. I gently push the woman onto her back and let her legs fall open to show her bloody, bruised cunt to the air. She shudders and mumbles in her sleep as I climb atop her. A single kiss between her eyes is the only warning I give her before I once again find myself at home in her warm pussy.
The woman reacts better than I had anticipated. No clawing, no kicking, no hissing. Just quiet sobs and sniffles as she fully wakes and realizes what's happening. She's smart enough to know I'm not going to stop and instead quietly begs for other things.
"Please, not inside.". I give her a gentle kiss to soften the blow to her head I follow it up with. The woman cries out and I give her another taste of my hand.
"Yes, inside.". A single drop of blood leaks from the woman's cracked lip and I soon find myself licking her wound while ramming into her unwilling pussy. I hate to be so rough with my woman, but she needs to learn, and she needs to learn fast. I've her protector and her savior and she has to treat me with the respect I'm deserved. If I'm fine putting my life on the life by hunting a bear and bringing it back for dinner, then she should be fine with being on her knees worshipping my cock until she's earned her meal. There are few duties I expect my love to take on upon her mating, and I can't let my love for her cloud my judgement to allow her to slip in her duties as my mate. I'm about to buy a house for us using the money I've been working and saving for over the last few years. The very least she can do is look pretty while I pump my load into her.
Looking pretty speared on my cock is, thankfully, something the woman is innately good at. Her walls pathetically clamp down and drag on my cock in a desperate attempt to draw me back in as I pull out of her. The slurry of blood, cum, and sweat has frothed between the pumping of our hips and stained the woman's porcelain fur a light pink. I change the angle of my hips until I know I'm hitting the spongy part of the woman's cunt. A few thrusts on that special spot and her soft cries and beginning increases. Her hands come up to try pushing me away and I've finally grown tired of the bitch below me.
An unhinged, rapid snarl falls from my mouth as my now elongated fangs bite deep into the woman's shoulder. A scream like I've never heard before pierces my ears as clawed hands dig into my scalp and desperately try to push me away. My fangs grind against bone as fresh, hot blood pours into my mouth. My cock grows in girth and length as claws begin to come from the ends of my fingers. I give the woman a taste of my renewed strength and begin pumping in earnest. I turn into little more than a maddened beast as my transformation takes me somewhere between woman and wolf. A part of me wants nothing more than to tear and bite and chew until the Khajiit is a red mist in the snow.
Thankfully, the more rational part of my brain settles for tasting her blood and screams of pain as my cock continues battering the other woman's womb. Her poor cervix gets beaten to a pulp as I chase my high with little thought for her own pleasure. Her cries and pleas have long stopped as mindless, formless whimpers of agony and fear leave her. Weak wiggling is the woman's last attempt to free herself from me, and I have no doubt both of us know it's useless at this point.
I'm a monster mindlessly thrusting into her with no regard for anything other than coating her insides in my seed. I need her broken and exhausted before I begin the trip back to Whiterun. Not only will it make her easier to handle, but it'll increase the chance of my bastards taking root in her belly and permanently binding us together. The idea of the Khajiit tied to a bed and sobbing as her stomach grows with my children is what brings me close to the edge. What finally pushes me over is a small, quiet plea from the Khajiit I'm currently fucking into Oblivion.
"Aela, please...". My name whispered from between her soft, swollen lips like a prayer for mercy is what causes me to slam into her and shoot my load directly outside her cervix. A long, low groan leaves my maw as I suckle blood from the woman's shoulder and put more of my seed into her cunt.
The Khajiit isn't unconscious when I pull my teeth and cock from her, but she's about as close as she can get without it counting. Her heavily lidded eyes see nothing, and her breathing is deep and slow. I offer her kisses and compliments and am met with no reaction whatsoever. The physical, mental, and emotional drain have done her in for the time being. She doesn't even twitch as I get off her to admire my handiwork. Her thighs, belly, ass, and pussy are all coated in a mixture of my seed and sweat coupled with her broken maidenhead's blood. I admire my work before dressing the woman as best I can.
She shows no outward reaction to my ministrations, and I can only guess whether it's her attempt to cope with what happened, or if she's simply too exhausted to do anything other than let me do whatever I want. Once she's dressed, I gather some rope from my bag on Jackass and return to find her in the same position as when I left. I offer my lover praise and words of encouragement as I go about tying her up. Wrist is tied to wrist behind her back, ankle to ankle, and finally ankles to wrists. No matter what the woman could do, she can't escape me without getting the rope off first. I finalize her "capture" by tying all her fingers together to prevent her from using her claws to escape. Finally, I shove a cloth in the Khajiit's mouth and put a bag over her head.
A single whimper is her only act of defiance. Whether it's for fear I'll kill her or because she knows she can't escape is unknown to me. I can only hope she acts feistier once we're at home together. I'd hate for all the fun to have already run its course. Still, I can focus on that when the moment arrived. For now, I toss her across Jackass as if she were a criminal while I pack everything up, then mount my steed. The ride back is long and uneventful with no other soul in sight until I arrived at the hollow where I intend to store the woman. She comes alive when I place her on the ground and begins fighting to free herself.
"Darling, I wouldn't do that if I were you. You don't want to know what I'll do if you piss me off.". She immediately goes still, and I offer her a pat on the head before securing the area. The small, abandoned clearing is free of both predators and bandits. I offer the love of my life a kiss on her bagged head before leaving both her and Jackass in the hollow in favor of taking the short walk to Whiterun on my own. I enter the city as the sun is midway through the sky and breathe a sigh of relief at how much time I have. If I'm lucky, I'll end the night pumping another load into my lover.