My lover's tears begin streaming down her face as it twists in horror with her eyes locked firmly on my face. I slide down to meet her opening mouth and catch her in a secure, domineering kiss to stop her from screaming. My hood securely falls to cover both of our faces and I use the new secrecy to give her lip a sharp nip to remind her of what happens when she doesn't obey me. A choked sob catches in the Khajiit's throat and comes out as less than a faint sigh. I whisper comforting words against her face as the healer finishes tending to the last few areas of my love's bruised and broken body. Of course, my love and I have different views on what's "comforting" in this situation.
I whisper a sweet promise to keep her safe and secure while she's healing and even go as far to promise her that I'll be as gentle as a dove when we mate during her recovery. Fat, hot tears keep burning from her swollen eyes and I can't keep myself from stealing a taste of her misery. My tongue lapping gently against her face and tracing the tears rolling down to her chin only causes her to shudder enough to give the healer pause. I retract my tongue and give the woman beneath me another loving bite of warning on the lips. She's able to contain herself long enough for the healer to finish her job and allow me to take over.
I pull the battered, broken woman gently into my arms and lift her from the pool of vomit, blood, and piss that she's surrounded herself in while I was absent. For her part, she neither whines nor whimpers as I take her and place her back on the bed where I'd so recently mated her. I give the Khajiit one last, long kiss before breaking apart and returning to the healer. The woman has neatly placed her supplies up and is giving me a parchment with a long, detailed list on how to care for my love. A few bottles of salves and potions are left on our single, rotting table for later use to heal the Khajiit. I scan the text as I walk the woman to the door.
A spark of fury rises in my throat that I'm barely able to choke down as I catch the word "abortifacient" within a paragraph near the bottom. The healer hasn't yet given the woman anything to stop my seed from taking, but some of the potions currently sitting on the table behind me are meant to cleanse the Khajiit of any unwanted pregnancies from her supposed gangrape. I make a mental note to destroy the potions before the Khajiit can get back on her feet and get them herself. I didn't spend all this time fucking my seed into her just for her to sip a draught to kill our babe before they've even gotten the chance to quicken.
"I can come back out in about a month if you'd like and see how your wife is doing.". I find we've come to the door and quickly shove the instructions into my pocket for later reading.
"We'd appreciate that. You can take my horse back to Whiterun and just bring him back when you come out to do a follow-up.". We iron out the details a little more and settle on the woman, who finally introduces herself as Danica Pure-Spring, using Jackass to return to Whiterun and bringing him back to the follow-up appointment tied to her own steed. Danica once again emphasizes to follow her instructions and to either come get her or take the Khajiit to her should something go wrong during the healing process. Finally, the woman takes her leave and promises to return in a month. I linger in the doorway and wait until she's long gone on Jackass before closing the door and turning back to my lover.
The Khajiit is so full of potions meant to dull her pain that she's nodding off as I near her. Still, I grab a bottle of Sleeping Tree Sap before heading over to my dozing lover. My hand gently cradling her cheek brings her back to reality in an instant. Big, wet eyes roll up to meet mine and a croaking sound emanates deep from within the other woman's chest. She struggles to wet her mouth to speak, and I quickly find myself fetching her a skin of water and tenderly raising it to her chapped, swollen lips.
I allow her to drink her fill before pulling the skin away and replacing it with my lips. The only reason I don't shove my tongue down my woman's throat is the countless bandages wrapped tight around her head to prevent her from opening her jaw fully for fear her newly fixed teeth will fall from her skull. Still, I grab a taste of her lips as I pull away from her. More tears and sniffles greet me until the Khajiit finally manages to gather her courage and speak to me.
"Please-". I raise my hand and place my thumb carefully on her bottom lip. She stops immediately and looks at me with the sweetest begging eyes I've ever seen not on a dog. I give into temptation and thumb her lips as I give her my advice.
"Darling, the first words out of your mouth better be an apology.". The woman looks at me in a stunned state and I take pity on her. After all, she's clearly not the brightest and needs me to explain it more for her.
"You made me lose my temper. I was correcting you and you bit me. You made me get so mad I couldn't even see straight, and when I was finally calmed down, I had to go get a healer to help you. You owe me an apology for making me go all the way to Whiterun and back to get help, and for making me so angry you needed one in the first place.". I apply the slightest bit of pressure on her lips and get a wince in response. Thankfully, the pressure and speech got the idea across.
"I'm sorry.". I give her a kiss between the eyes and do my part to end the fight.
"I'm also sorry, love. I shouldn't have hurt you. I promise it'll never happen again. I love you so, so much. You mean everything to me.". I reach up and take my cloak off before wiggling out of the armor I'd so quickly put on to go get the Khajiit help. Soon, I'm crawling into bed to lie down beside my lover in all my naked glory. My love is in a likewise naked state if you don't count the numerous bandages wrapped around her limbs, torso, and skull. Luckily for both of us, her cunt was so swollen and bruised that Danica had no option aside from rubbing some poultice on it for pain and allowing nature to take its course.
I didn't need to give the woman any of her multiple potions, poultices, or elixirs tonight, but that doesn't stop me from bringing the sap I snagged earlier up to her lips. The Khajiit allows the liquid to slide down her throat without question or complaint which earns her some kisses from me. I'm still covering her mouth in kisses when the sap takes control, and she slips into an unconsciousness she won't be able to be roused from.
I wait until I'm sure she's out to carefully climb atop her. The woman's arms are bandaged and tied to her sides with her legs in a similar state of being bandaged; thankfully, I manage to pry apart her legs without tearing any of the wrappings or causing any pain in my love. Her hips were thankfully saved from my savaging, so I'm able to get her legs pried far enough for me to slot myself between them. The raging erection I've had ever since Danica left kisses the Khajiit's clit and I slide it down further to get it where I'm aching to be. I take some of the cool, numbing poultice from the woman's cunt and rub it along my length.
My length is soon tingling and numbed enough for my liking. The poultice works well to lube my prick and allows me to slide fully into the Khajiit in record time. My cock covered in poultice serves two purposes: get the healing cream as deep into the woman as possible and let me shoot another load of cum deep into her guts to make sure she's carrying my bastard before Danica comes back to check on her. The thought of the woman below me fat with my child drives me to start moving my hips in a rapid, desperate rhythm. On any other occasion, I'd be spilling myself deep into her cunt soon with the thought of our spawn urging me on.
The numbing poultice smeared across my cock and up into the woman's cunt has other ideas, unfortunately. The delicious tightness of my favorite hole to fuck is distant and faint compared to what it usually is. A part of me wishes I hadn't drugged the Khajiit so I could listen to her cries for mercy and see the tears streaming down her face to help me finish. I do my best to conjure forth the image of my lover sobbing and fighting as I keep ramming myself home inside her. The only part of the poultice that helps me is the fact the woman's so relaxed and open that the head of my cock is able to knock against the opening of her cervix without her crying and bitching about the agony I'm causing her.
I can't resist any longer and find myself bringing a hand up to my love's chest. I find her nipple beneath the bandage and give it a cruel twist. The woman doesn't wake, but a sharp whine falls from between her lips. My cock jumps at her whine, and I find myself giving her nipple another sharp turn. Soon, I'm abusing the woman's sensitive nipples and tits while thrusting into her with new strength. Even when the poultice is fully fucked into her warm walls, I keep messing with her tits as the familiar feeling of her warm, unwilling channel comes back to my cock. Tears resume falling from beneath my mate's lidded eyes.
A deep, foreign growl comes forth from my throat and I find myself once again thrown between woman and wolf. The Khajiit lets out an audible cry of pain as my prick swells to abnormal length and my fingers cruelly twisting her tits grow claws. A part of my rational mind knows I need to stop and force myself back into my Nord form; however, some deeper, stronger part of my brain screams at me to keep going. I let an elongated tongue drape from my mouth as I shove myself as deep and close to the woman as I can get. My fangs find the junction where her neck meets shoulder and slice through the bandages to taste the flesh beneath.
The Khajiit's crimson draught fills my mouth and I scream a ragged howl into her as my seed paints her insides. I'm pulling my cock from her abused, puffy cunt when a thought creeps into my mind. The woman below me could heal almost instantly if she had the blessing Hircine gave to me. My form changes back to normal as I find my knife that I tossed haphazardly somewhere across the room hours ago when I first mated my wife. It takes barely any pressure for the knife to slip the skin across the palm of my hand open. Before I know it, I find myself shoving bloodied fingers into the Khajiit's broken mouth. I still have my fingers down her throat when her eyes once again fly open. The only difference this time is the strong, new teeth that clamp down on my hand.