tags: MxF, KhajiitxNord, catgirl, consensual, blowjob, vaginal, i can't into tags

Kiraya couldn’t always appreciate being a Khajiit in Skyrim. Being an Ohmes-Raht, she was nearly elven in appearance, save for the thin coat of golden fur and the lissome tail that swayed behind her. Her large, almond eyes and soft cheeks complemented her slender, hourglass body well, but she was still “Khajiiti” enough to feel like an outsider in Markarth. As one of the priestesses of Dibella, she was expected to preach the virtue of love, in all its forms. Despite being a devout member of the temple, there was one thing that she could never do as well as the other sisters. While the other members of the priesthood could often be found tending to the more “earthly” needs of their flock, Kiraya had rarely known the touch of another. The few times she had were far between, and each time, she had felt less like a divine symbol of love and more like an exotic doxy. Each of the men before had treated her like some taboo thing to be done away from prying eyes or boasted about in some tavern. She desperately wanted to feel the way the other priestesses did. More than that, though, she wanted to be respected.

It was on a cool Middas eve that she would have her wish.

She was polishing one of the bronzed braziers near the entrance of the temple when Torbald, scion of the Silver-Blood family, pushed open one of the heavy doors to the temple.

“Oh, hello,” Kiraya said, turning away from the bronze torch to greet the young man. “Is there anything this one can do for you, Torbald?”

“No, uh, thank you, Kiraya. I, uh, just wanted to pray for a while,” he stammered back. Torbald was a shy young Nord, barely twenty and with soft-set features that contrasted sharply with the stern face of his father. His relatively short stature and thin, slight frame made him appear especially boyish, with a shaggy mop of brown hair and smooth face only cementing the immaturity of his appearance. Still, Kiraya had always liked Torbald, especially since he was one of the few people who was openly polite to her.

“Of course. Kiraya will be here.”

She went back to tidying up around the temple, but every so often she would steal a glance at Torbald. Occasionally, she would notice him staring at her through half-squinted eyes. Kiraya could feel his eyes tracing along the curves of her body. The thought of him looking at her like one of the other priestesses excited Kiraya. It wasn’t long before she started to feel an altogether unexpected warmth spread over her body. She attempted to return to her routine, but the heat blooming across her, combined with the increasing lewd thoughts distracting her made any attempts to ignore her lust a fruitless endeavor. Throwing caution to the wind, she slunk over to the spindly Nord on the prayer bench.

“Khajiit has noticed your staring,” she purred, scooting in close to Torbald and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, no! I- but- I would never! I’m… I…” If Torbald’s stammering hadn’t given away his guilt in being caught, his ever-reddening cheeks did, and the bulge in his trousers certainly did. 

“Think nothing of it.” She paused, before leaning in to his ear. “This one does not mind, you know.”

Torbald grew silent, then.

“Do you forget, Torbald? I am a priestess of Dibella,” she whispered, before sliding her free hand up his thigh. “I offer succor to those who need it. And you certainly seem to be in need of relief.” She then laid her palm on his crotch, gently cupping his manhood through the rough fabric. For her own part, she was nearly burning with need, and her sex was dripping with her natural wetness. She was enjoying this as much as she assumed Torbald was.

“Oh, um… Really? You… and I? Here, uh, now?” Torbald meekly asked.

“Of course, sweet one.” Kiraya then straddled him and leaned into a deep kiss with the young man. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and lose herself in the sensations. The smoothness of his tongue on hers. The faint, musky scent upon his clothes that reminded her of a library. The pressure of his engorged member against the mound of her groin. Eventually, she felt Torbald’s arms across her back, with one hand above the base of her tail while the other gently squeezed her firm, round rear, eliciting a shudder and a quiet moan from the priestess.

As she pulled away from the initial kiss, dragging a thin strand of saliva between their lips, she paused and gazed at him with half-lidded eyes and a knowing smirk. “So, you are eager, sweet one?” She licked her lips and began to unfasten the upper buttons on his tunic.

He couldn’t help but blush again at Kiraya. “Yes, that is- uh, yes! I mean, it’s not...” His voice began to trail off as Kiraya began undoing the last button of his shirt.

“Not what?” she echoed, the slightest hint of apprehension in her voice.

“Well, you... you are very lovely, and I, uh, don’t want to disappoint.” Torbald glanced down at the floor for a few moments before returning to her gaze, his steely grey eyes locked with her soft copper eyes. The look of unashamed desire she gave him only served to further harden his member, his pants feeling impossibly close to splitting from the pressure.

“Sweet one,” she sighed, gently grinding her crotch against his, “this one knows you will not ‘disappoint’.” She slowly slid off of him and stood, legs shivering slightly at the impossible heat growing within her. By the Eight, she was enjoying this. “Now, those clothes need to go. Quickly.”

Like a man possessed, Torbald shrugged out of his now-undone shirt, kicked off his boots, and began fumbling with the buckle on his trousers. Kiraya also disrobed, untying the single knotted cord that held her robes together and letting the woolen garment slide to the floor. As Torbald finished pulling off his underclothes, he glanced up to see that Kiraya was almost nude, save for a gossamer loincloth. “Wow,” he gasped, letting his eyes wander from the locks of bronze-brown hair that fell around her face and shoulders down to her pert breasts and erect nipples, past her taut stomach, eventually settling on the growing patch of dampness on the front of Kiraya’s undergarment.

“Kiraya thinks you approve,” she moaned, biting her lip. She loved the way Torbald looked at her. She could practically feel him ravaging her with his eyes. She felt desirable. Attractive. Sexy. Of course, she was just as taken by the body of her lover, watching beads of sweat drip down his slender chest and arms, eventually drawing her gaze to his gently throbbing manhood, droplets of pre sliding across the bulbous head. Seeing his cock out in the open, gently pulsing of its own accord, she dropped to her knees, taking hold of it in one hand, the downy fur on her palm brushing gently across his turgid shaft as she began to stroke it in earnest. It was, by no means, an exception specimen, being a bit smaller than what Kiraya considered “average”, but what he lacked in size, she made up for with enthusiasm. After coaxing a few more strings of pre from the moaning stripling, she took the head of his member into her mouth, running her rough, cat-like tongue over and across it, occasionally pressing it gently into the hole at the tip.

“Oh, by the gods that’s… I… Oh, that’s good,” Torbald managed to groan out. He couldn’t help but dig his fingers into the discarded clothing next to him, even as his other hand found itself drifting to the back of Kiraya’s head. She took the gentle pressure as encouragement to continue, savoring both the taste of his precum and the impossible heat that radiated through her body. Eventually, she felt the rough, curly hair above his prick against the soft fur on her nose and cheeks, along with an intense feeling of satisfaction at having taken the entirety of his length. They continued like this for several minutes, Torbald’s groans of pleasure mingling with the sloppy sounds of Kiraya’s ministrations and filling the temple. When Kiraya felt his prick throbbing in her throat, she withdrew from him, letting several thick strands of her spit fall across her chin.

“You stopped...” Torbald muttered, disappointment heavy in his voice.

“Of course I did, sweet one,” the Khajiit retorted, quickly running her tongue across her lower lip. “This one would never deny you the pleasure of sampling all of her… delights.” Kiraya’s hands wandered to the silken fabric that still girded her sex, now thoroughly soaked in her feminine fluids. She quickly loosened the single knot keeping the garment in place, allowing it to fall to the floor between her legs. “Now lie back,” she gently commanded him.

“Just… here?” he nervously replied, shifting his gaze between Kiraya and the bronzed main doors of the temple. “What if, ah, somebody… you know?”

“Well,” she argued, “you’d best hope that nobody does.” Her hands were at his chest now, gently pushing him against the stone bench.

“I can’t believe you do this for free,” the young Nord remarked to nobody in particular.

“Actually,” Kiraya teased, her dripping slit mere inches away from his quivering member, “it’s considered customary to proffer alms to the temple for this particular service.” She didn’t particularly care for delaying herself the release she’d been desperate for, but she couldn’t deny the exquisite feeling of… whatever this was.

“A-alms?” he quickly stammered out.

“But of course,” she continued, slowly dragging her soft breasts across his flat, bony chest, savoring the sensation of his chest hair rubbing across her nipples. “A modest donation, in exchange for comfort in both mind and body. Say, three hundred septims?”

“Three hundr-” Torbald quickly stopped himself when her gaze met his and he saw the pure, unabashed need in her eyes. “Of course. Yes. Anything for you.”

“This one appreciates your generosity,” she muttered, before pressing her lips against his and indulging in another deep, passionate kiss. Gently breaking the kiss, she slowly began to lower herself onto him. She shivered when his head first parted her swollen lips. She couldn’t help but moan lewdly as he slowly slid his member into her, feeling the walls of her pussy gently clenching around his turgid length. Kiraya nearly came when Torbald finally hilted himself inside of her. They stayed like that for a few moments, Torbald as excited by Kiraya’s tightness as the Khajiit was by her Nord lover’s girth and heat. Eventually, she forced herself to rise from his prick, the fullness she had experienced only a moment before slowly replacing itself with a single-minded desire to plunge herself back onto Torbald. They swiftly fell into a rhythm, Kiraya gyrating on his prick in time with his thrusting, his hands on her hips, her perky breasts bouncing in time with their thrusts, the soft, fluid-slicked fuzz of her mound rubbing against the rougher hair on his crotch, her tail gently swishing across his legs. The temple was filled with the sounds of their lewd endeavor, the breathy groans of the stripling mingling with the priestess’s whorish moaning and the soft, wet slapping of flesh against flesh.

It wasn’t long until their rutting reached a crescendo. Kiraya could feel Torbald hilting himself every thrust, and she was quickly nearing her own climax. She couldn’t help but to buck her hips against him and gasp at the sheer intensity of the sensations. It wouldn’t be long now; she just needed a little more, and-

“Kiraya, I-I’m about to… I’m gonna…” Torbald warned her, before the priestess abruptly responded.

“By Dibella, I don’t care! Just cum!” More a command than a statement, and one that Kiraya’s lover was more than happy to oblige. She felt him thrust once, twice, three times before he arched his back and slammed himself into her, painting the inside of her sex with his hot seed, loud moans of ecstasy escaping his mouth. His sudden climax was all it took to send Kiraya spiraling into her own orgasm, throwing her head back and arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, drowning the impossible heat in her loins as she screamed wordless praises.

It was a few minutes before Kiraya felt confident enough to try to stand. While she would have been content to simply lie with Torbald and fall asleep in his arms, the rational part of her mind reminded her that they were nude in the public section of the temple, the unmistakable musk of sex in the air.

“Torbald, make yourself decent. Someone could just walk in any moment,” she quietly reminded him as she re-tied her loincloth, still soaked through with the juices of her sex. It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling, as the scent of the soft garment only reinforced the deep sense of satisfaction she felt.

“Ah. Uh. Right. I should probably do that,” he replied, hastily pulling his tunic on. They dressed silently, neither knowing quite what to say to the other. Torbald finally broke the silence, shyly muttering to Kiraya, “So… uh, the… ‘alms’ are on the bench. I, um, better go. Father doesn’t appreciate me staying out late.”

“Of course,” the Khajiit priestess replied. As Torbald pulled open the temple door, she rushed to him. “Torbald,” she began, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Did I forget something?”

“No, it’s just that…” she was silent for a moment. She then leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. “This one will await your return.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Me, too.”

With that, he slipped out the door and into the cool, humid air of the Reach. Kiraya still had her duties to attend to, though, and she set about tidying up the temple with renewed vigor, her tail perkily swaying behind her. She was feeling something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She felt like someone worthy of respect.