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The Companions’ training field was dark. While the rest of the warriors slept, Alrynd still toiled away, sweat beginning to gleam on his body in the warm-cold mixture of moon and torchlight.
The Dragonborn said the words of power one last time, his hand flourishing just before it was engulfed by a flash of light. It was brief, but large enough to engulf his whole vision for the mere second it lasted. He felt a strange power course through him as the light vanished, leaving his sweat-gleaming body heaving with effort, but bristling with strength. There was a rush to it that he hadn't anticipated, but found instantly addicting.
Power.
He knew it had worked before he even tested it, despite his skin not really feeling any different from how it had before. He squeezed it beneath his fingers, finding it just as pliable as before. He released it and glanced up at his companion - Raqis - whose head tilted curiously.
“This spell… works?” she asked.
“I… I think…” Alrynd breathed, before quickly unsheathing a dagger from his side. He dragged it against his muscled chest with a somewhat sadistic grind, and yet…
Nothing.
Unlike the dozen other times that day when he'd drawn a red line and rivulets of blood, this time the dagger didn't even scratch him.
The Nord beamed.
Finally!
Finally, he'd gotten the blasted spell working! Stoneskin! A body as hard as stone but still flexible and warm! To a warrior who traditionally fought without almost any armor such as him, it was a boon beyond belief. He preferred a weighty great sword in his hands and a body unburdened by cumbersome metal armor, and with this spell he could have it all while still being practically arrowproof! The Nord had rarely ever mounted forays into the realms of magic, but upon hearing of this spell his curiosity had been peaked.
“And Nord can still move?” Raqis - his Khajiit comrade - slowly stood from the chair she’d been lounging in, looking him over.
“I can…” Alrynd stretched his arms out, checking them. He perhaps felt a bit more sluggish than usual, but that was nothing when he could deflect blades with his bare skin! Not to mention, he felt strong enough to crush a troll’s skull in his arms!
“Khajiit tests, yes?” Raqis circled around him, as if expecting to find some chink in his invisible armor.
“Of course!” Alrynd braced himself, still grinning, ready to accept whatever blow the Khajiit might doll out.
He was somewhat surprised when her hand found his wrist and lifted it, her free paw whipping out a dagger as she did. Quick as a blink, she sliced him across the palm. Had it been his throat, he would be bleeding out on the floor by now.
Instead, his palm was unmarked.
Raqis stared at it.
Then she stabbed it. Alrynd jumped a little at the sudden jab, his nerves reacting despite the lack of pain. The blade tip bounced off harmlessly, Raqis squeezing the skin to try to wring out any droplets of blood that might have been hiding.
Nothing.
Raqis grinned, exposing brilliantly sharp teeth.
“It works…!” she murmured. She had been the one to buy the original spelltome, so it only made sense that she'd be excited. Alrynd gently wrapped his fingers around her furry hand, before lifting it to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss to it.
“All thanks to you, fair lady.” he offered.
Raqis pressed a palm to her cheek, feigning embarrassment, “Such flattery! This one is going to faint!”
Alrynd let go of her hand, chuckling. In many ways, Raqis was too good for him. The only reason he was alive now was because of her. Her healing magic had brought him back from the brink so many times, he felt like he owed her nothing less than his life’s devotion. Whether they were travelling companions or a healer and her bodyguard, he was no longer even sure. All he knew was that so long as he lived, he'd protect her.
This spell would undoubtedly help with that.
…Though obviously it would take a bit of getting used to. His legs felt a bit stiff, like he had an extra one getting in the way, or like was he trudging through mud. He shifted a little, stretching one foot back until it touched his butt. Still flexible, that was good.
He nearly lost balance, though, Raqis shooting out a hand just in time to steady him. Once again, it lingered on his well-muscled forearm, a claw tracing along the skin. For a second, they both watched as she dragged her knife-sharp finger against his skin. Then she pulled away.
Her claw returned a second later, all five raking his skin harder. Deeper. For some reason, Alrynd actually kind of wished it hurt. Instead, there was nothing; no pain, no blood, no marking. He felt it, but it was like nothing more than warm fingertips on his arm. Raqis laughed at this.
“This one should check elsewhere.” she murmured, ever-curious. Without waiting, she dragged a nail up his bicep. Nothing. She raked his shoulder. Nothing.
Alrynd huffed a warm laugh as she circled around him, feeling stronger and stronger by the second.
Her claw dragged down his back, which arched into the sensation. Razors bit at his other shoulder, down his arm, all the way to his palm, then back up. The Khajiit was obviously curious and experimental, though Alrynd knew that some part of her was simply enjoying this. She liked to claw things, though she'd never admit it.
Her hand came to rest on his chest.
Alrynd smiled down at her, cheeks a bit red.
“I doubt your claws are sharper than a dagger.” he challenged.
“Nord doubts Khajiit?” Raqis smirked at him, as much as a Khajiit could smirk.
In response, he puffed out his chest a little more, inviting her to try. Raqis’s free hand gripped his wrist as her claw sank into the skin as deep as possible. Alrynd braced himself for pain as she began dragging down, points biting into his flesh with sadistic pleasure. The Khajiit gripped his wrist harder as she dug into him, reaching between his pectorals, down to his flat stomach. Further. Further.
Alrynd shuddered.
Furthe-
Raqis bleated in surprise and sprang back, hands snapping to her chest. For a moment, Alrynd was confused. He glanced down, wondering if maybe she'd actually succeeded in drawing blood on him despite the absence of pain, and instead, he found the front of his thin pants had risen like a mountain. The stiff thing was maddeningly hard, throbbing like a monster’s heart as it begged for-
Alrynd quickly covered it, face red, words almost failing him.
“A-apologies, my friend!” he turned away, “By the Gods, I-!”
He stepped away, still feeling that strange heaviness, barely able to keep his erect manhood from spilling out from behind his hands. What in Oblivion was-?! Had he really been enjoying her touch that much?!
No! No, no, no! That was ridiculous!
Alrynd found himself mumbling still, quickly tripping out apologies, “Th-think nothing of it! The spell must have-!”
He turned his back to her, taking a quick peek into his pants as he did. He could honestly say he'd never seen his member so hard before, and worse yet it seemed to show no signs of relaxing. It wasn't just that it was hard, it was that it felt so completely, unbearably, unflinchingly hard! He could honestly say that he, himself, felt rather normal, and yet his manhood was so unwaveringly erect it was as if it had a mind of its own! It was like it could last all blasted night! Was this just a side effect of the spell?! Had every part of his body become hard as stone?!
“N-nothing to be ashamed of!” Raqis spilled out an anxious laugh, “Khajiit understands! These things happen, yes?”
“Y-yes!” Alrynd quickly pulled his length up and tried to pin it against his stomach, hoping it would be a bit less visible, “N-nothing to do with you!” he caught himself, “Not that you’re not a fetching woman, of course! B-but-! Not that I’m-!” he stared at her, heart pounding harder by the second, “Y-you needn’t worry about me trying to-!”
“Of course.” Raqis took a moment to fan herself with a hand, cooling down a bit, “This one was simply… caught by surprise. This spell must… hm…” she cleared her throat in lieu of elaboration, “Side-effect of spell, yes? When this one was first learning advanced healing magic, spells did many unexpected things to Khajiit’s body.” she reached up and twisted at her whiskers, which Alrynd knew she only did when she was stressed or anxious, “M-magic is unpredictable thing, yes? B-best to simply… ignore.”
“Yes! Ignore!” Alrynd nodded quickly, “Just ignore it and I’m sure it’ll… uh… go away.”
He took a chance and pulled his hands away from his manhood, which was still hard as Nordic steel. That certainly wasn’t going away any time soon, and now that they were both more aware of it, it was honestly… embarrassing.
Raqis scoffed shortly as her eyes lingered on the noticeable bulge for a moment, before flicking up to meet his gaze, “Better for Nord not to go into combat like this, yes?” her scoffed turned into a light giggle, “Running into combat swinging club between legs and overhead! People will think Nord is savage man-beast!”
Alrynd could feel his face turn a deeper shade of red, even as he laughed, “Please! Do not jest! I’m sure it will go away as soon as the spell is done.”
“And… is spell done?” Raqis stalked closer, curiosity flickering in her eyes, “Should Khajiit check?”
The Nord bristled as his companion - a lady - moved towards him while he was practically hard enough to taste it. He tried to slide back a little, only to run into one of the training dummies the Companions had out on the field. He braced against it as Raqis drew closer, extending a claw once more.
A claw that had never looked quite so tantalizing.
The Nord shuddered as it came to rest on his chest, his lithe companion breathing a laugh at his red, somewhat panicked face.
“Nord is scared of Khajiit?” Raqis asked, slyly.
“I could never b-be scared of you.” Alrynd mumbled. And honestly? It was true. He respected Raqis more than words could convey, but he’d found her as a failed College of Winterhold student getting mugged in an alley. Seeing her trembling from whiskers to tail at the end of a dagger had lit a protective fire in the Nord that likely would never go out. His first instincts were - as ever - to protect the somewhat bookish Khajiit with his life, not flee from her. The only reason he retreated now was because…
His hands flew over the bulge in the front of his pants, pressing his erection back to his taut stomach.
“Good. Khajiit does not want Nord scared of her.” Raqis extended a single claw on her pointer finger, placing it carefully on his chest, “This one wants to keep Nord safe, yes? And so…” her nail traced down, dragging against the skin, “this one must make sure spell works, yes? This one must be thorough…”
Her claw dragged against his pectoral in a lazy, wavy line, broadly circling his nipple before moving down to his ribs. He could feel it as the point ground against his dense muscles and warm, supple skin, but there was still no pain. The spell persisted. It worked!
Alrynd let out a shaky breath as he tried to relax and let Raqis study. She’d always been a curious one. Apparently she’d only gotten kicked out of the College for a late night experimentation that had ended with a massive, alchemical explosion. Nobody’d been hurt, but she’d scorched through a few thousand Septims in alchemy reagents. That had been the last straw, apparently.
Alrynd shuddered as her claw swiped across his stomach. Five dagger-sharp points sank into his skin, then raked across flesh. Her claws bit and scythed and nipped at his skin, but never drew blood. The Nord melted back against the training dummy as she worked him over, listening to her every, little noise like it was sweet music. The occasional scoff here, an amused humming there, and every so often a low, soft purr. Alrynd felt his manhood spasm under his hands as her claws raked up his forearm, then stopped.
For a moment, there was a pause.
Then her touch found his thigh.
The Nord spasmed, eyes opening to find Raqis bent over slightly, her claws lingering on his upper thigh.
She glanced up at him.
“Khajiit has to check everywhere, yes?” she murmured, her voice strangely… soft.
The Nord panted, staring down at her as her big, glittering eyes melted into him.
Finally, he nodded.
He watched as Raqis slowly sank to her knees before him, her claws still braced on his thigh. He shuddered as she reached down and began to slowly roll up one pant leg, her nails finding warm skin a second later. Razors dragged up his calf as his eyes sealed shut again and he drank in the strangely hot, cloying sensation of the Khajiit’s sadistic curiosity. Her claws bit into him gently, but just hard enough to send a shiver up his spine.
Another pair appeared on his forearm again, dragging against powerful muscles and hot, hot skin. He gasped and shuddered as she slowly, deliberately mauled him alive, every so often working up one pant leg or the other to reach more and more skin.
The Nord stumbled back, sinking even further into the training dummy as it creaked beneath his weight. He felt like he was melting with each grind of her claws, no matter where they were. His breath was silver and hot mist, his brain was a puddle, his manhood was a throbbing, stone monster that he could barely restrain.
Raqis reached his thighs.
She paused.
“Khajiit needs to test… everywhere, yes?”
Her voice was hot and soft and throaty, and it nearly made the Nord lose it right then and there. His eyes shifted open, blurry, to find her staring up at him with the glittering, hot gaze he found so difficult to argue with. He panted, chest rising and falling as he stared down at her, unable to speak. Finally, his tongue started to move again, though it felt strange in his mouth. He was so… so warm he could barely even think!
“You can… you can do whatever you want, Raqi…”
He saw the Khajiit’s whiskers and ears flicker a little bit. The little pet name he’d given her didn’t seem like anything special to him, but he got the sense she always quite liked to be called it. He wasn’t sure why.
“Then…” her hands moved to the waist of his pants, “Khajiit will.”
With that, she dragged them down, slipping them out from under the Nord’s grip as easily as breathing. Alrynd shuddered as his manhood was caressed by the cool, night air, his Khajiit companion gently parting his hands from it to expose it properly.
He stared down at her as her eyes widened, slit pupils turning round as saucers, ears perked up, whiskers quivering, fully taking in the thing before her. His manhood hung in her face like a burly tree, as thick as her tail and so long that looking at its peak made the Nord dizzy. Raqis just stared, seeming lost for words, until she started purring low and hot.
Alrynd’s eyes flickered shut.
“This one… had heard stories…” Raqis murmured, “of Nord virility.” her hot breath poured across his shaft, “This one had doubts. Has…” her words turned syrupy and warm, almost like she was drunk, “Has… has fewer doubts now…”
“Raqi… I-” before he could finish, something eminently hot and wet started to envelope his member. Alrynd gasped as the Khajiit started to take it in her mouth, feeling her thick, muscular, rough tongue work around his shaft as it was engulfed inch by throbbing inch. Due to its size, it wasn’t easy for the Khajiit, but based on how her claws were sinking into his thighs, she didn’t care. She braced herself against him and took it until her mouth was full, then started bobbing. Her head rocked back and forth, sucking and draining and squeezing the Nord’s cock for all she was worth.
Alrynd shuddered, legs threatening to give out from beneath him as he felt like his vitality itself was getting churned up and milked out of him. He gasped and shuddered, throat squeezing shut, legs going numb, head emptying as his balls tightened and squeezed and he felt his soul boil. Blood pounded in his ears almost as loud as the Khajiit’s purring, his manhood enduring the draining torment as much as it could.
Raqis coughed and spluttered on his length as she tried to take it into her throat, claws raking down the Nord’s thighs without managing to draw blood. One reached up to drag down his stomach and Alrynd caught it, squeezed it, and caressed it like his life depended on it. He heard Raqis moan in response, before she hastily yanked the hand away and he heard the shuffling of clothes beneath him. His eyes shot up, half-blind, finding his companion reaching up under her casual dress. She dragged her panties down her slender legs before plucking it off her ankles and placing it beside her.
Her eyes, almost bestial in intensity, rolled up to meet his.
“B… by the Divine…” he moaned, softly.
It was enough. Raqis pulled away from his member with a wet sputtering and Alrynd accepted her into his arms. The kiss - their first - was brief and somewhat awkward. Khajiit mouths weren’t made for kissing in the way the mouths of Men were, and so Alrynd could really only press his lips to hers as passionately as possible before she buried her face in his shoulder. They fumbled together to get him inside of her, his throbbing head finding the silken entrance to her tightness after a few seconds of blind searching.
“Please, Nord!” the Khajiit’s plea spilled out in hot, wet desperation, “Make this one yours!”
Alrynd shuddered before slowly lowering his companion down, carefully impaling her on his length. The instant he began to enter her, her fangs found his shoulder and started biting. They sank in as hard and deep as they could as her molten breath poured against his skin, but they still couldn’t break the surface. Alrynd moaned as his achingly hard member sank into the Khajiit’s sticky warmth, which tightened around him so succulently he felt his brain go numb.
Still, he held her firmly in his hands and carefully thrust into her, only able to fit a little more than half his length inside before he reached her deepest depths. Khajiit claws raked desperately at his back and fangs sank deeper into his skin as he began carefully grinding in and out, Raqis’s depths clinging to him like a second-
“Th-this one is cumming, Nord!” Raqis tightened around him like a fist, Alrynd barely able to process what she’d just said before her tightness started spasming on him. So soon?! They’d barely started and she was already-?!
Still, the way her cunt lapped at his cock made it clear she wasn’t lying. Alrynd held her tight and massaged her depths as she switched between growling and whimpering and purring like mad, her claws raking at his back the entire time. Her tail found his arm and wrapped it as he held her up by the nice, shapely ass and squeezed, only for it to go partially limp as the orgasm racked her. The Nord’s hips dug her out inside gently as he pounded her through the storm of bliss tormenting her body, the Khajiit finally clamping down on his shoulder once more in pure, savage fury. Her fangs sank in as hard as they could, but still couldn’t draw a drop of blood as the orgasm finally subsided and Alrynd stayed as hard as a castle wall. A claw raked at his back, the other finding the back of his head and grabbing a fistful of hair.
The Nord shuddered.
Gods, this was-!
Damnit! Her fangs!
His hands squeezed her butt tighter.
Her fangs were actually starting… to hurt?!
Alrynd stumbled back, away from the training dummy, hitting the stone wall just behind it. Still Raqis sank into him with teeth and claws, like a predator tearing apart its prey, and yet finally - finally - he felt like she was starting to break through!
A jolt of pain sparked through his shoulder and the fang pushed deeper and deeper and… deeper?!
Alrynd’s hips kept moving, beating into his companion like mad as her fangs and claws ground into his skin, both of them locked in the bloody, blissful, angry, loving throes of passion. Her fangs! Her fangs! Alrynd grit his teeth as he felt them reach deeper and deeper until he felt something burst! Something hot and warm started to run down his shoulder as pain - numb, sharp, dull, burning pain - lanced through his arm! He grunted and groaned and whimpered into it as Raqis’s fangs finally broke through his skin and began to sink straight down to muscle, the Nord’s arm going slightly numb from the bite. He stumbled against the wall and fell to his ass, the Khajiit sitting in his lap, her fangs leaving his shoulder. Her tongue lapped against the bloodied wound, though whether it was to savor his sanguine release or soothe the injury, he wasn’t sure.
All he knew was that Raqis was now taking almost his entire manhood.
The Khajiit pulled away, her lips stained with his blood, her eyes sparkling curiously. She still looked aroused out of her mind, but if there was one thing Alrynd could always count on with her, it was her intellectual curiosity managing to shine through no matter what.
“Nord’s spell has ended?” she asked, her voice a maddeningly warm whisper.
“I… I think…” Alrynd murmured. He felt drained beyond words, and yet - with Raqis still impaled on his cock - he also felt the insatiable desire to keep ravishing her.
The Khajiit brandished a clawed hand before him, before sinking all five points into his left pectoral and slowly raking down. Five lovely, red, painful, bloody, burning, hot lines were carved into his skin, the Nord wincing as she reached all the way to his ribs before stopping.
“Spell lasts quite some time…” Raqis murmured, “Is finished now.”
“S-seems… so…” Alrynd felt himself spasm inside of her, the Khajiit jumping a little.
“M-! Maybe not!” Raqis adjusted herself on his lap, her tail squeezing around his arm as he felt a waterfall of arousal pour down his balls, “S… still…” as if remembering she had a dick in her, Raqis’s words turned soupy and hot, “Still… still one part of Nord… So… so very hard.”
She started to purr from deep in her chest, the sound reverberating up through her elegant throat as she hung her head back and basked in his length. Alrynd gripped her hips firmly and started mindlessly bouncing her on him, watching as the cunning Khajiit was reduced to a purring, hot, drippy mess in a matter of seconds.
“Nord-! N-Nord is-!” Raqis reached down and desperately raked at his chest, drawing more rivulets of blood with ease, “Nord is quite s-skilled at magic! S-spell could l-last all night like this!” her eyes shot down to stare at him, pupils dilated to full moons, “Sh-should t-test! T-to make sure!”
“A-aye…” Alrynd murmured, gripping her waist harder. Slowly, he started to lean forward, until he was laying the whimpering Khajiit on her back under him, “Aye…”
He took her hand and gently kissed it, causing her to squirm beneath him all the more.
“Th-this one-!” she shuddered, unable to even keep her eyes open, “C-cumming again!”
Alrynd was almost confused. She’d cum twice and he hadn’t even cum once?
He shook his head in disbelief.
Magic truly was incredible…