Syyla wandered aimlessly through the Sanctuary. Ralsa was out on a contract, Llaro was in his bed, and the Bosmer found herself to be utterly and completely bored. Not only was she bored… but she was quite horny as well. She rounded the corner and paused, blinking. The sight that met her eyes cured her boredom instantly, but did nothing to abate the ache in her loins. Quite the opposite, in fact, as the ache became insistent.

She sank backward into the shadows, biting her lip. Jocko, her dear friend, a large brown Khajiit who was known for his professionalism and his manners, was sitting back on the edge of the table. His armor was open at the groin, exposing him to the cool air. Syyla had never seen his cock before. Indeed, she reflected, she had never seen him in a state of undress at all.

Jocko slid a hand along his length, taking a slow breath in as it hardened under his touch. He paused, his ears flicking, and turned his head, his golden eyes piercing the shadows. "I can smell you, Syyla," he informed her, his hand resuming its stroke.

Rather than attempt to deny that she was there, she moved fully into the room, her brown eyes fixed on his large erection. "What… why are you doing this… in here..?" she trailed off, approaching him and finally looking up into his eyes.

He sat forward, taking her hand and placing on himself, nosing her neck. "Jaji has been eating moonsugar…." His voice was gentle, husky, and full of lust. He moved up slightly and flicked his tongue over her ear.

Her mouth opened on its own, a heady wave of pleasure arching through her. She tried to resist, to draw away. She had been cautioned, by her trainer, to avoid rutting with Dark Brothers… but this was too much temptation for the Black Widow! She dropped her head down and ran her tongue along the darkly colored shaft, eliciting a groan from her friend. With practiced ease, her tongue avoided the barbs at the head of his cock.

He drew her up to kiss her, his hands moving over her. He caressed her quickly, squeezing her breast and quickly working the fastenings to her armor. She felt the tops of her thighs moisten greatly at the attention, biting at the tip of his ear as he bared her chest. Bowing his head slightly, he ran his tongue over her nipples in turn, making them pucker and smiled, ridding her of the lower part of her armor.

She reciprocated, pausing to argue with one of his gauntlets. His fur was neither silky or coarse, but soft to the touch. He lifted her from the floor and she bent her knees, letting him pull her over his lap. Sliding her fingers into the fur at the back of his neck, she shivered, her skin reacting to the feel of his body fur pressed against her skin.

He tickled her soft folds slowly, his dexterous and strong fingers opening her with ease. His thumb circled her bundle of nerves while he lavished attention on her breasts. Finally, he deemed her ready, and drew her down, watching with satisfaction as her face contorted with pleasure.

She moaned, feeling him push slowly into her. His barbs! Oh, gods! Her head fell back, and she howled the pain and pleasure to the ceiling. They raked the walls of her sheath, making her grip his shoulders tightly as he drew her all the way down on him. There was a small pause, where she adjusted to the girth of his cock, before she started to move.

She ground her hips, rocking back and forth, moaning. His wonderful tongue and lips moved from her neck to her ear, his hands massaging her breasts, encouraging her movements as he grunted his pleasure. Her hands braced, letting her slide over him with ease. The pain passed quickly, becoming a dull ache, that contrasted perfectly with the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

"Sithis!" he hissed, bucking up into her, his member thickening slightly as it twitched, his seed spilling hotly. The added sensation threw her over the edge, making her shudder and roll her hips as her own orgasm racked her body with intense pleasure.

As the feelings fell away, the world returned to them slowly. "By Sithis…" she mumbled, collapsing against him.

Jocko held her there for a moment before lifting her clear with ease and sliding off the table. He set her on the floor, bent her over the table, and drove himself back into her, biting her neck possessively, the drug amplifying his instinct to dominate the small, but very shapely, female. He pounded into her, listening to her cries of pleasure, and roving her with his hands.

His left hand found that knot of nerves again, and he shifted, adding more friction to his movements as he wiggled his fingers there, needing her to tighten and release again. He grunted with the effort, his other hand gripping her shoulder to keep her steady. Her mewls of pleasure were gratifying, but not enough to bring him satisfaction.

His attention to her pleasure paid off after many minutes of relentless thrusting into her. Finally, he felt her tighten around him and heard her moan loudly as her fluids rushed over him. His release came with power, his senses flooded with pleasure, and he spasmed slightly, his hips jerking forward into her, to spill his seed as deep within her as he could.

She looked over her shoulder at him with large eyes, and he smiled languidly, drawing back to slide out of her and let her go. "This one… ate too much," he confessed by way of apology. "It will kick in again… Jajo had better go while you can…"

She smirked. "Oh, I don't think so…"