The morning after I claimed my mate's mouth finds me outside hacking away at a weakened tree with a rusty ax I found abandoned behind our humble abode. I'm drenched in my own sweat and am snarling threats and curses while whacking away at the bark so stubbornly set on protecting the wood beneath. My mate is quietly sitting in a dejected lotus pose beside the hole of our door and contemplating the dirt in front of her. She's been unusually quiet since we last fucked and I'm not inclined to break her silence by stirring her to action. The Khajiit has been lost in her own thoughts the entire time I've been working and for that I couldn't be more thankful.
All of my energy needs to go into cussing and wrestling this tree to the ground. The sun is directly above us when I manage to shred the tree enough it leans heavily to one side. The Khajiit finally picks herself up and retreats into our home as I put all my force into shoving the tree over. Finally, after straining hard enough to give myself a headache, the tree relents and begins its jerky, tumbling descent as it snags on every tree around it during its journey to the ground. I'm panting with my hands on my knees and sweat dripping from me when I hear my love's steps return outside. I throw her a glance and see her returning to her former seat with some potions in her hands.
I can see the potions she has are clearly green and purple, so I already know she's taking the potions for pain and mending that Danica Pure-Spring prescribed for her. I already saw to pouring out her abortifacient elixir and telling her which potions, such as the one for regrowing bone and one for preventing spasms, were redundant and that she could feel free to drink or dispose of. So far, my mate has seen fit to only take the potion preventing any lingering pain from forming and the potion meant to help her muscles and flesh mend together again. The pain and mending both need to occur at the same place: my lover's abused cunt.
I've been letting her take her potions on her own due to her inability to overdose on any of the potions. She might be able to make herself sick enough to vomit the elixirs back up, but none are powerful enough to harm her for any significant of time. The only thing I could worry about is the halfway empty bottle of Sleeping Tree Sap currently squirreled away in a loose floorboard of the home; still, I don't think the woman will try anything. Regardless of what I've done to her, it's clear my love doesn't want to die. Her cries for mercy and whimpers of fear have more than proven to me that she isn't going to be able to muster up the courage to end her own life. At least, that's what I hope.
My contemplations are ended by the Khajiit sipping her elixirs in the recommended amount before placing the potions down beside her. My mate goes back to looking at the ground and I go back to hacking and slashing away at the tree now laid low before me. It takes me the better part of the rest of the day, but by the time the sun is dipping below the horizon I've sawn and shaped the wood into planks fit for a door. I don't have any metal on me to work with, so the somewhat ruined remains of the previous door to our home will have to do. I'm able to use the saw as a poor makeshift hammer to bang the nails and hinges into rough enough shape.
The moon is shining down on my straining, sweat-soaked back when I'm finally able to drag the roughly hewn door into place. It's loose on its hinges and won't work as effectively to keep the weather at bay; still, it's better than a gaping hole. I'm finally able to take a breath and relax with the sight of my Khajiit love fast asleep on our shared bed. I'd love nothing more than to mate her after a day of hard work if not for the ache in my muscles overcoming the ache between my thighs. I resign myself to a night without fucking and collapse into a stinking, wet mess beside the woman already on the bed. I'm drifting off to sleep when I feel the woman wiggling out of my grasp. My hand encompassing her wrist is enough to draw a whine and more wiggling.
"Aela," I roll one eye open to see her looking down at me with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "I left my potions outside and I'm hurting.". I roll my eye over to the table and see her two potions are indeed missing. I chew over the information for a minute before releasing my grip. I keep my eye on her and give her some advice as she advances towards the door I've been slaving over for the last day.
"If you try anything-".
"You'll hunt me down and do something horrible to me, I know.". I find myself allowing a chuckle to slip past my lips at the small bit of venom my lover works into her words. The door opens, shuts, and opens again with a final click closed as the woman returns with her potions in her hands. I watch the woman take a swig each before placing the elixirs on the table and rejoining me. I wrap an arm around the Khajiit as soon as she's in bed with me and hold her close. I hold my lover tight against me and wait until her breathing has fallen into a steady rhythm and her tail is twitching between us to safely assume she's asleep. I bury my face in her mane and allow myself to drift off with her scent surrounding me.
I'm woken by the sensation of the Khajiit sliding out from beneath my arm. A part of me is tempted to grab her but my curiosity gets the better of me and I allow her to slip away. I crack a single eye and take in my surroundings in an instant. A faint light streaming into our home tells me it's nearing morning while the Khajiit's nervously twitching tail warns me she believes me to still be sleeping. My aching muscles tense as I prepare to charge or leap for the other woman at a moment's notice. My love's head is pointed towards the door as her hands find her potions and once again undo the toppers sealing them. One swig for mending and two for pain are downed by the woman before me.
The potions find their way back to the table and the Khajiit remains looking at the door. Her feet shuffle towards it and I get ready to tackle her the second she begins opening it. I'm stopped by the next action the Khajiit takes by picking up a few discarded rags from the floor. I remain ready as she makes her way to the exit; however, I feel my muscles relax as she begins shoving the rags in the cracks between the frame of our home and the door itself. By the time my mate is crawling back into bed beside me, I'm comfortable enough to have my eyes closed once again.
My love slides back underneath the blanket facing away from me with an obvious effort to avoid touching me. The Khajiit doesn't wrap my arm back around her, so I go ahead and do it for her. She stiffens at once and it's a struggle to turn her towards me while also wrapping my arm around her. Thankfully, for her sake, she doesn't fight me aside from a wiggle or two and greets me with wide, concerned eyes. I bring her lips to mine and whisper her praise in between kisses.
"You're such a good girl for me, you're learning so quickly!". A kiss between the eyes.
"Such a smart, clever girl I have.". One on the tip of her nose.
"It's one of the reasons I love you so much.". A kiss on either cheek.
"You're just so smart and so willing to learn.". A final kiss on her lips. She still isn't leaning into me, but the tightness has left her muscles. Hopefully, that will make what I need to do next easier for both of us. The Khajiit and I are dangerously low on food and, now that the sun has risen and the door is rebuilt, I need to return to Whiterun for a multitude of reasons with the main being a resupply run. My secondary goals are to come up with some fake story to tell our fellow Companions, to see about purchasing a home within city limits in the future, and to see about purchasing some different sort of "supplies" such as some chains and a cage.
To do all that, I'll need the Khajiit to take the rest of the Sleeping Tree Sap I have stowed away. It'll knock her unconscious for a day or two which will give me more than enough time to get done what needs done. Having her take the draught willingly will be far easier than pouring it between her jaw after I shatter it for a second time. I find myself crawling over my lover and shushing her as she opens her mouth to question me. The sap is hidden beneath a loose floorboard under the bed and it's easy enough to retrieve and hand over to the Khajiit. The sun is freshly risen, and I'll need enough time to get to where I need to go and return, so I motion for her to drink without an explanation.
In a move that makes me infinitely proud of her, my lover begins drinking the mixture. After a few swallows, she begins to hesitantly pull the bottle away from her lips. I motion for her to drink more, and she raises the bottle to her lips a second time. After the drink is gone, I barely have enough time to pluck the empty vial from her hand before she's tumbling backwards onto the bed. I stash the bottle away and roll the Khajiit onto her side on the off chance she vomits in her sap stupor.
The home is secured easily enough by locking my sorry excuse of a door and a quick transformation allows me to sprint my way to Whiterun in record time. Waiting for my transformation to wear off takes the better part of the morning with the time spent relaxing atop one of the hills outside of Whiterun in the warming sunlight with a crisp air stirring my fur. Once I'm back to my Nord form with my clothes once again on, I'm free to make my way to the Whiterun stables. Jackass is securely fastened in his stall where Danica left him and more than happy to see me. I offer him some gentle words before strapping a feed bag onto him in order to get him ready for when I need to return home.
I inform the nearby stableboy of my desire to "check out" Jackass from the Companions horses, then begin walking up towards Whiterun proper. I've already had time to think of a likely story to tell my fellows and have gotten the finer details set in stone when I enter the city I call home. My gaze falls upon an unoccupied home near the entrance of Whiterun as I pass it and I make a note to examine it more closely on my way out. I'm mounting the stairs to Jorrvaskr when I run into my first problem of the day coming down towards me after leaving the building where the Companions and I reside: Danica Pure-Spring.