Lokir's departure made Zahava feel rather… alone. She considered that she truly had only two friends in the entire world… and one had fallen in love with her. How had that happened? She shook her head, seeking out the other. She found him in the kitchen area and stood to the side, only half listening, for a little while, her thoughts a jumbled mess. Finally, she snapped out of those thoughts and snatched her friend's hat right from his head.

Cicero protested. His hat! Dipping forward, he tried to reclaim it, but the kitty was too quick. She flitted away, and he chased after her, laughing. Though his hat was at stake, the game was fun. She wanted to play? He would happily oblige! After all, she was his best friend! Oh, but she was fast!

The Khajiit realized her mistake belatedly. Why had she made him chase her? She skipped once and scuttled, but her heart did miss a beat when his gloved hand closed around the base of her tail. She stopped dead, her loins aching instantly, and nearly fell flat when he crashed into her. His grip on her tail kept her from falling, but the slight jerk there sent fire through her. Oh, what was this?

The Imperial released the tail, shocked and a bit embarrassed by how close he had come to grabbing her rear. But what had nearly colored his cheeks badly was how she had gasped his name. Something told him… this was becoming more than a game. Before he had a chance to wrap his head around that thought, she was running away again. His hat was still in her hand! He wanted it back! A laugh formed on his lips. "Little Kitty!" he taunted. "You cannot run forever!"

She skidded to a stop in his room, turning and backing up against the wall, hiding the hat behind her back. Her breathing had accelerated, and it had little to do with the running. Her body ached for… for what? For him? No, for what he had accidentally done to her tail! She did not have to wait for long before he was in the doorway.

He grinned, seeing her against the wall. "See? Give up Cicero's hat…" Advancing on her slowly, he continued his mad smile.

"Take it from me, if you can," she said, her voice low. She watched him pause and flicked her tail. When he reached behind her with his right hand, she moved the hat. He stepped forward and tried with his left. His arms around her made her purr, and she nuzzled his face.

Cicero gasped lightly, suddenly realizing the compromising position he was in. He drew back. "Little Kitty… please give Cicero back his hat…" he asked quietly. His eyes flicked from her long legs to her heaving chest, then up to her piercing eyes.

She moved the hat up over her head and nodded. "Take it." But when he reached for it, she caught his wrist, making him reach for it with his other hand, bringing their bodies close together again. His scent began to change. Yes, he was mad. But he was still a functional male. His scent proved it. She smiled into his face. "Cicero… do you want me?"

His eyes widened and he attempted to back away, but she had a very strong grip! "N-no! Cicero only wants what is his to have: his hat, if you please!" This infernal Khajiit! Why would she not just return his hat and let him go? Why was she making him want her like this? His eyes nearly crossed when she slid her knee slowly up the inside of his thigh and called him a liar, saying his smell told her so. He shivered, feeling aroused for the first time in many years. Oh, but this was not fair! "Then why does the little kitty ask?" he panted. Shaking his head, he tried to pull away as the Listener's angry face entered his fractured mind. "No!" he squawked. "You are not Cicero's to have! The hat!" he demanded, trying to make himself sound as forceful as possible.

Zahava flicked her tail back and forth. "And just… who's am I?" she asked, knowing full well who he would say. When he answered her, for some reason, being right annoyed her. A growl emanated from deep in her chest. "Did he tell you that?" she ground out. By Sithis, if the Imperial said "yes", she would skin the Nord!

The sudden anger made Cicero jump. "No! No! Cicero figured it out, yes I did! From the way the Listener glares at him when Cicero is kind to the Little Kitty and plays with you!" He waited to be slapped, rejected, or punished.

She slowly brought the hat down onto his head, trailing her fingers down a bit to hold his face gently. "I belong to no man, Cicero. Not the Listener, not anyone. I belong to me." With a soft purr, she bumped her forehead to his. "Want me now?"

He gulped, his palms sweating in his gloves. "The Little Kitty is still not Cicero's to have..." Oh, but he did so want her… now that the idea was racing through his mind. She offered again, saying that for the night, she would be all his. His cheeks darkened when she pulled him closer, her body merely a muscle flinch away. One of his arms straightened to the side and he flailed it, the torture overbearing. "Little Kitty!" he protested. "Why are you doing this to poor Cicero?!" There was no way she really wanted him. No way. She was too pretty!

The Khajiit snatched that hand and pulled it behind her, her breathing deepening again as his arm was moved around her, and pressed his fingers around the base of her tail. Sliding her hand neatly to his wrist, she breathed across his ear, the contact, though light, sending fire through her again. "You grabbed my tail…"

His entire body went rigid. This was really happening. He was not dreaming. He could feel her breath, the warmth of her body, and smell the freshness of her fur. Like a snowy afternoon in the wind. "An accident… Cicero is sorry…"

She tightened the grip on his wrist, the scent from his arousal almost overwhelming her. She reassured him, nosing his neck, until he finally caved. She nodded, smiling, and pressed against him, pulling his other hand to her tail. His arms around her, she let go of his wrists, and slid her arms around his neck. "Cicero…" she breathed, kissing him gently.

His eyes went even wider. Instinct or not, he had no idea what to do! Why was he holding her tail? What was he supposed to do with it? With a mental shrug, he guessed. Giving the base a light squeeze, he pulled gently and drew a hand up to the tip of that lovely, long, furry tail. He was rewarded with another kiss and heavy purring. He had guessed right!

She drew back, undressing in front of him. His movements were halting, his manner nervous. She would have to be patient with this one. As she wiggled out of her armor, she was gratified to watch him sweat as his breathing became erratic and labored. She licked her lips and flicked a hand to his chest, giving the laces of his tunic a light tug. "Take it off…" she encouraged, curious about what he was hiding under those clothes. She watched him stiffen up again and smiled. As he pulled nervously out of his clothes, her eyes widened slightly. No, he was not completely muscular, but he was obviously very, very strong. Her eyes paused on the patches of hair, one on his chest, the other beginning under his navel, leading her eyes to his hard member, which he quickly covered with his hands.

She stepped forward, pressing her lips to his, and pulled his hands back around to her tail by the wrists. Clothed, he was cute and looked rather harmless. Naked, he was a revelation, one that she greatly appreciated. As his hands gripped her tail and gave it gentle tugs and squeezes, she explored his mouth with her tongue. He was having difficulty containing his excitement, she realized as the scent of his desire grew ever stronger, and his hardness bounced slightly on its own.

Aside from the attention he was giving her tail, he was unsure of what to do. He fumbled with one hand and moved it away, chewing on his lip when she pulled back to look into his face. At any moment, this would end, he was sure. She was playing with him, with poor Cicero, and was going to leave him like this, hard and quivering. His fear made his eyes widen and his breath shorten.

Zahava kissed him gently again and slid her hands from his shoulders slowly, sculpting them along the contours of his chest. She paused and tweaked a nipple, just to see his reaction. His jump and small moan made her repeat the action with the other nipple before moving downward again with her hands. At his hips, she slid them behind him, pressing against him again. His hardness rested against her belly, leaving a tiny wet spot as he became more and more aroused.

Unsure of what else to do, he squeezed the base of her tail gently, his other hand mirroring what she had done to his chest. Only, when he got his hand around her breast, she bucked her hips against his, mewing. Gleeful at another good guess, he pinched her nipple as it hardened and smiled hopefully. Maybe she would not just leave.

She began to chuff loudly, her loins aching. It was no longer pleasant, but urgent. She badly wanted him inside her. Every nervous squeeze made her that much more desirous.  She set her hand gently over his, making him squeeze her breast again, and pulled back just enough he had access to her entire front. Though he clearly did not know what she wanted, she had no compunctions about educating him. His hand, she guided over her belly, though his fingers curled a bit into her fur, and to her very heated mound. He seemed to get the idea then.

Cicero swallowed. He was being allowed, no—commanded, to touch and explore her! Her leg moved, and he paused, uncertain of what would happen. But she just rested a foot on the bed behind him, making it easier for him to see what he was doing. He fondled her entrance, his brows drawing together and upward in amazement. His fingers came away a bit, and her juices dripped from them. Her grunt made him return his fingers to her folds, and he was rewarded with another kiss.

She settled her hand back over his and directed his fingers a bit before letting go again. She felt his strong digits tremble a bit as they were thrust inside her. Moaning, she pressed herself to his hand, gripping his shoulders. He wiggled his fingers, licking his lips, and seemed to suddenly remember that he had another hand. It gripped the base of her tail a bit harder than before, and she yowled in pleasure.

He stopped all movement, eyes wide. What was that sound? Had he hurt her? He pulled both hands away, both shaking a bit. Now what would happen? The Khajiit moved back and to the side. She would leave now. He had failed. Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes, but were dashed when she took him by the wrists and pulled him with her. Where were they going, he wondered. And then, he was falling backward. He closed his eyes tightly, wincing, until he landed on his bed. His eyes shot open wide and he gasped when she leapt on top of him and kissed him with passion and lust.

She could not wait anymore. Encouragement and direction had only gotten him so far. He would apparently have to be shown. Taking his hardness in her hand, she smiled and kissed him, positioning it so the head was just inside her. His hands, laying at his sides, gripped the fur skin beneath him, and he held his breath, his kiss stopping as he anticipated what she would do next.

The pause nearly killed him. He clenched up, trembling, and waited for her to move. She hovered above him, eyes locked with his, and seemed to wait for something. He was forced to draw a breath, feeling near to panic. What now?

Knowing he would do nothing, she dropped herself on him, a moan escaping her as pleasure arched through her body. He was big and hard, and her body was over ready. Seeing the abject bliss in his face, she picked up his hands and pulled them toward her, wanting him to touch her again.

Cicero was in the Void. He just knew it. He had died and was being rewarded for his service at last. The woman on top of him had exquisite shape and she was hot and wet. Remembering her words from earlier about belonging to him for the night, he moaned again, his hands coming to rest on her. He moved them quickly, wanting a good hold of this… this… angel of pleasure. His left hand wrapped around her tail, which made her tighten up around his manhood. His right hand squeezed her breast, and her hips bucked. The movement made his hands clutch as gratification he could not remember assailed him.

When his hands gripped, she set hers on his chest and moaned. This was so much slower than she was used to, but… it felt so good! The grip at the base of her tail was wonderful. She brought the end of her tail around and held it in her mouth, the feel of teeth and pressure there rendering her unable to think. She started to move slowly, sliding up and down on his shaft, his moans and sighs of pleasure and his scent, adding to her experience. Her movements began to speed up with urgency, her pleasure beginning to heighten and build.

He was not going to last much longer. As his body began to stiffen in preparation for his release, his grip tightened a bit more. She was moving with quick and hard thrusts, drawing moans from him. The pleasure swiftly became too much, and he shouted, his hips bucking on their own as he released his seed into her.

The sudden feel of his seed coating her insides, his movement, and the way his cock jerked as it filled her brought her instantly to her climax. Shudders rolled through her and she howled with the release. His name found her lips, and she called it, her head jerking to one side as the violent shudders reached their apex. This was so good!

His arms fell back to his sides and he panted, wide eyed. Had that… really happened? Yes, yes it had. She descended upon his lips, thanking him for pleasure with sweet kisses, which he readily returned. He was still sensitive though, and when she moved, he broke the kiss to gasp and moan.

She pulled off of him and laid by his side, kissing his neck. "Did you like that?" she whispered.

He nodded quickly. "I did, I did!" He bit his lip, feeling silly for answering so loudly to a question asked so quietly.

She chuckled, snuggling into him. "When you are… ready… we can do it again."

He grinned, kissing her happily. "Cicero would like that."

A deep purr was the only sound heard for a while before she pulled him on top of her. "We'll do it like this this time…" she murmured. By the end of the night, she would have him completely educated if the patience required killed her.