The Sword of St. Michael #5

“It’s not that time actually flows differently down here,” Devilah mused to herself as Agrat abused her body on a new torture device. “It’s that perception is so vastly different. It’s a mental change in time. For instance, how long was I in that cage before she moved me to that hobby-horse? To me it felt like days of her rambling on about the various indignities she was going to inflict, but how long was it really?”
Much later she was idly wondering if a watch would even work down here. “I suppose it would have to work. It’s just an over-complex pendulum after all, and a pendulum sure as hell works down here!” she thought to herself. She looked around. “Where am I now? Oh! On a wheel. Well that’s interesting.”
She had to give some credit to Agrat. These devices were imaginative, if pretty barbaric. But then, the denizens of hell did tend to be conservative in their thinking. Access to all the technology from other universes, but they stuck with the old standbys. Well, she was glad she wasn’t a Inquisitor like Agrat anyway. How boring. Pain was boring. Even the various… materials? objects? items? Yes, that was the best term. Even the various items that Agrat had found to use on or in her were boring. And that affected time. Or at least, perceived time.
How long had she been down here? Unfortunately there really was no way to know. No external light. The fires never burnt out. Her own skin repaired itself so there wasn’t even any scarring around her mouth that had been forced with this gag for so long. There was only her own perception, and that was faulty. She wondered how long Agrat thought she’d been at it? Surely it wasn’t as boring for her. Would that make time pass faster or slower? She’d have to ask her whenever she finally removed the gag.
One thing Agrat had been wrong about. Her cage that she was returned to when Agrat left on periodic excursions out to other realms was not, in fact, a toilet. A succubus simply did not evacuate waste like other demons or even mortal creatures did. All her orifices were for extracting food. What happened to it? Devilah had no idea. Didn’t bother her. And now that Devilah found herself once more back in her cage, she was glad of it. The ambient smell was bad enough, but adding her own sewage to it would have beenf… too much. As if ‘too much’ was a consideration here. She decided to sleep for a while. It wasn’t something she needed, but there was no way to know when Agrat would return and there was certainly nothing else to do in here.
She wasn’t sure if she was sleeping or not when Agrat returned. Her tormentor had made a big mistake last time. She’d brought a rather large male animal in and had him ‘rape’ her, thinking that would be offensive. “Stupid Agrat,” Devilah thought as she watched Agrat cross towards her again. “You can’t rape a succubus! It’s like trying to drown a fish. ‘please, Brer Fox, please don’t throw me into the briar patch!’. She’s just not very bright.” But Devilah had played her part, screaming and struggling as she was supposedly raped. And now she was refreshed. She had no idea what that animal had been called, but it had supplied her with plenty of food. She’d be fine for another week after that.
Finally the day came when Devilah returned looking different. Gone was the fury from her eyes. “Alright Devilah. I’m tired of this,” Agrat nodded and the gag disappeared. Devilah worked her jaws and tried to remember how to talk. Devilah noticed that the demon kept her human form though. “Hate this body indeed,” Devilah thought. “She loves it. Can’t feel much when you’re just a living flame I guess.” “So, let’s talk instead,” Agrat said. The cage suddenly disappeared and Devilah found herself sprawled on the floor. She cowered in pretended fear of her superior. “What happened up there, Devilah? I want to know. Oh, go on. You can talk. If I wanted you silent I’d have kept your gag in. What happened? By all indications, you had him!”
“I did. I had him. Multiple times.” “I believe it! The meters almost swung back to net evil. Damnation Devilah, you won! Why did you erase his memory? He could have turned evil after that!” Devilah shook her head in memory. “No. He couldn’t have. Sampson is Good through and through. Stupid but Good. He’s a male, true, but he didn’t fuck me because of animal lust. He fucked me because he knew I wanted it, and… he thought he’d killed me.”
“Killed you? How on the hell could he have killed you? Didn’t you say you thought he…” “Loved me? Yes. I think he did too. But I revealed myself to him. It had been too long, and I had my own reasons. I came to him with my wings on, in full succubus mode. He was scared of the change. He pulled the sword out in defense, but I was moving to fast in my hunger. I hit the sword.” “So? Obviously you weren’t skewered. What’s the big deal?”
Devilah debated internally for a minute, but could see no reason not to tell the whole truth. And despite the ordeal this bitch had put her through, it had been Devilah’s actions that had led to her own humiliation. Maybe she did owe her a full explanation anyway. She decided to tell all of it… “The sword…” “Yes… the sword. I told you there was something odd about it. It doesn’t register on our devices. What about the sword?” “It rang off me like I was made of solid iron Agrat. But it had gone through those assassins like a hot knife through butter.” The demoness looked at her, puzzled. “Think about it Agrat. Don’t you remember your Terran Universe studies? ‘It cannot pierce the flesh of a soul destined for Good’! Her eyes growing wide, Agrat looked at Devilah with a mix of horror and delight. "The Sword of St. Michael!? He has the Sword of St. Michael!”
“But that means you are…” the demoness realized as she considered this. “Destined for Good. Yeah, I know.” “Is that possible?” “Don’t ask me!” Devilah shouted, showing real anger for the first time. “I’m just a succubus! I suck and fuck and sodomize and live on ejaculate. How the hell am I supposed to know? You’re my Superior! I was just doing my damned job up there!”

The Sword of St. Michael #4

Devilah found herself back where she had started. Despite her joking with Sampson earlier, the stench here made Riften smell like a clean spring morning. Here, all was putrid, burned or rotting. The only thing that could be said for the place was it never needed heating.
She knew better than to resist Agrat, especially when her boss was in this state. As her superior, Agrat had complete control over her by a mere nod of the head. To resist was futile. She had, as the phrase went, abandoned all hope. At least, she thought as she knelt awaiting Agrat to deliver her punishment, she finally got a chance to stretch her wings out again and get out of that conjured outfit. “So, Devilah. I wonder if you have any idea of what your actions have caused to happen down here. What they caused to me?”
“I’m sorry Agrat! It was like thi…” she began, but suddenly a gag appeared in her mouth. “No. No, I don’t think I’d like to hear your excuses. Instead, you listen to me. Our master was very displeased. For just a moment Skyrim hesitated towards our cause, but then it swung back. Way back. It could not escape his notice after that. So he called me into his office. We discussed the matter… at length. Intensely. IN DEPTH! I told him all. And then… The things that were done to me… the things that were inserted into me… THE THINGS THAT SLITHERED OUT OF ME!” Devilah had never seen a demon shudder before. She decided she wouldn’t try imagining it. Instead her thoughts turned elsewhere. But Agrat was continuing after she’d gained control of herself again.
…but no. You couldn’t know. You couldn’t imagine. But you will, Devilah. Oh yes, you will. I learned much from our master. He is very imaginative. Very creative. I learned much from him! Shall I teach you Devilah? Yes. I think I will. I’ll teach you a lot of new and interesting things,“ the demon continued. "In the end, he released me. Do you know why? He released me so that I could find and deal with you. I will now focus only on you. I will concentrate on you. You are now the most important thing in the world to me, dearest Devilah. OH HOW I WILL TEACH YOU!” she screamed at the end. Devilah wasn’t listening anymore. She was remembering someone.
Agrat looked menacingly down at the small succubus grovelling before her a moment. “I can conjure up a lot of devices. But alas, they aren’t designed for winged victims. Those have got to go!” And suddenly Devilah’s wings were gone. Once again she appeared to be an ordinary, if exceptionally voluptuous, Khajiit. A Khajiit very much alone. She would miss her wings. “Do you like my playpen? We’ll be spending a lot of time here, you and I. I’ve warmed it up for you. I had plenty of time to prepare for your arrival. I have devices ready to conjure up that you’ve never seen before! I’m so happy to have you here now, to show you my toys!”
“Here’s one I like. It’s not terribly creative, but it’s very effective. Let me show you.” Suddenly Devilah found herself in a cage, quite small and hanging from the ceiling. Too small to stand up in, and her wrists were bound behind her back. “It’s made of iron. Quite sturdy. And you’ll notice there is no door. No need for pesky imagined scenarios of escape. It’s sanitary too! Everything just drops to the floor below you. Just think, Devilah, no need to go to a privy in there! You’re already in one! You’ll also find that you can’t stand up. It’s amazing how much you’ll want to stand up – but you can’t. Your legs will atrophy. You’ll dream of just standing. Walking will be a distant memory. Running won’t even be a memory…”
Then the demon seemed to change her mind. “But no. There’ll be plenty of time for that later. But it’s too boring. I’ve got much more EXCITING devices to show you. They tend to be wooden though. My flames burn them. Why wouldn’t I make them of iron you ask? Why, the splinters! Splinters are excruciatingly delicious! You won’t mind if I change into a more… conventional body will you?” Devilah couldn’t speak if she’d wanted to. Instead she shook her head without even looking at Agrat. “Very well!” Agrat laughed and suddenly her natural flame-body resolved into that of a human… almost. The reptile-like wings clearly bespoke the demon that occupied it. “There,” Agrat spoke in a much different voice.
“Oh I hate this body,” Agrat lied. “But for you, I’ll tolerate it. Everything for you, Devilah. But where to start, where to start? There’s just so much to choose from! You’ll ride a rather unusual horse, hang from chains in so many delightful configurations, spin around on a nifty wheel that our master showed me. It’ll be a veritable fun-ride Devilah! You’ll have such a good time you’ll never forget it. It will be burned into your memory forever.”
But again Devilah wasn’t listening. She was thinking of time. How time moved so differently down here than in the world she’d just left Sampson in. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower, but always different. “What must he be thinking?” she thought as Agrat rambled on. He would have started asking around about where his little Khajiit had gone that night. And they’d have told him all about her little party. Would he believe them? Knowing Sampson, he probably wouldn’t. Dense as mud. But eventually he might. He’d find out she’d fucked every male in the tavern. Oh shit, admit it, every female too. And he’d be pissed. He’d spit on her memory. Would it make any difference if he knew what she was? Probably not.
“…into every orifice you have, and a few you haven’t got yet!” Agrat was droning on. Trying to scare her, or just making promises to appease her desire for vengance? Devilah decided she didn’t care. Agrat was just blowing off steam. This could continue for hours before she even got around to actually doing anything. But she would eventually. The funny thing is that the fire-demon didn’t even know. How could a demon that had spent so much time with her not know? She was a SUCCUBUS damn it. Agrat was not. She actually thought a succubus could be tortured! But a succubus was different. She was no regular demon. Even incubus’ didn’t have her capacity for pain. Hell, she didn’t even feel pain – not like they did. The body, no even the mind of a succubus was different. She could feel pain, but it had no effect on her at all. And degradation? A succubus? The thought of degrading a succubus was complete madness. No succubus cared a whit about what was done to their body! And to top it all off, her body regenerated at a ridiculous rate! She’d be good as new within minutes of anything this laughable bitch could do to her.“
Only a few things could really hurt a succubus. Lack of ‘food’ for one. That would weaken her. Like a vampire, she would weaken till she was little more than a wilted bag of flesh and bone. In theory it could kill her if left without it for long enough. But males had been so numerous and so willing, it had never been a concern. But there were no males here. Fortunately she’d stored up so much that she was good for months. Even Agrat would tire of her tortures after that long. But… she did hurt. She hurt every time she thought of Sampson. She wanted to talk to him, just for a few minutes. She would feel so much better if she could just explain some things to him. Just to explain how she felt about him despite the things she had done. But that wasn’t going to happen now. All she could do now was to put up with Agrat until she tired of punishing her. Well, she could do that. She’d play the game for this insane bitch. She’d scream her lungs out, faint, whatever seemed appropriate. If only she could stop thinking of Sampson for just a little while!

The Sword of St. Michael #3

A month passed in the world of the living. In the tavern of the Bee and Barb, a man sat at the bar speaking in hushed tones to the Argonian bartender. “Still here eh?” he asked quietly. Keerava looked up at the ceiling reflexively. “Yes. He just won’t leave. Every day he goes out searching, and every night he comes back and drinks himself into Oblivion.”
“Sad case. No sign of her I suppose?” “Nothing. Just that bit of charred lock of hair we found outside the door the next morning,” she admitted, shaking her head sadly. “Have you told him? About… that night?” Keerava suddenly looked at him with real anger on her face. “What about that night?! It was a normal night like any other, and damn you to hell if you say anything different!”
Asgeir held up his hands. “Whoa! Back off Keerava. Of course it was.” “Good,” she replied, calming down. “It’s taken me forever to get Talen-Jai back to normal. I had to threaten to fire him if he kept coming on to me when I caught him standing over me while I was sleeping one night!” “You were pretty good,” Asgeir smiled at her. She held up a mug menacingly, but smiled back. “I’ve got a pewter mug and I know how to use it!” she warned.
“Well, you were. What the hell happened to us?” Keerava shrugged. “Damned if I know. Something about that cat though. Made me wet just to look at her!” Asgeir nodded. “Yeah, made me hard as a rock. Even made you look good to me!”
“Hey! I’m the one that managed to take a bunch of scale-less skin-pricks up my…. Well. It’s over now. And forgotten, right?” “I suppose, though you sure felt good inside!” “Shut it monkey boy. You won’t be getting inside me again so you might as well forget it. As should we all.”
“Hell of a party though. One HELL of a party,” he said, adding, “Still, don’t you think he should know? Maybe it will get him to leave her memory be if he knows.” “I’ve thought about it. He’s absolutely convinced she was some sort of virginal angel. Thick as a brick. If I tried to tell him, he’d call me a liar. Probably take my head off for sullying the memory of his cat.” “Whatever she was, she was no cat. So, how are you going to get rid if him?” Keerava shrugged. “He’s out of money, but I let him work for his board. Works hard too. If he had scales I’d trade Talen-Jai for him I swear. Worth the boarding, but it’s no life for a man like him. And…”
“You feel sorry for him,” Asgeir finished for her. “As much as this damned place lets you feel sorry for anyone.” “Yeah. Me too. All that drink is going to bring him down, and at the rate he’s been going it won’t be long.”
“Shh! Here he comes now.” “Damn, he looks like a walking zombie!” Asgeir commented quietly as they watched Sampson cross the room to the privy downstairs. “Does he often walk around in just his underwear like that?”
Keerava shook her head. “Only when he’s so drunk he doesn’t remember to get dressed. He won’t last long like this. But what can you do? He’s just pining away, and no mistake.” “I wonder what happened to her? A shame to see a man reduced to… that.” “Who knows. A dragon maybe. But one thing’s for sure. Whatever happened to her, she’s not coming back.”
The warrior returned, went back up to his room and shut the door. Bleary eyed, he looked around with the unfocused memory of the inebriated, as if the person he sought might be found in a corner or under the bed. He then offered up a prayer to whatever Gods might hear him, asking only that Devilah be safe wherever she was before crying out, “Oh Devilah, WHERE ARE YOU!?”
Finally he sat back with his head in his hands and cried quietly before falling to sleep, trusting in the solid walls to keep his grief private. As he drifted off, he once again affirmed to himself that he would not leave this tavern till she returned.

The Sword of St. Michael #2

Author: Yeah, this is really just porn. Fits in context but… yeah. Orgy ensues. Two hours later, all but the most hardy of the males had become pretty well useless and spent. But that was all right. Devilah was more than sated. Her rather unusual body chemistry soon had her fur back to it’s normal lustrous shine, having absorbed the contents ‘donated’ to her by the male revelers in the tavern. She was pretty sure she’d gotten some from all of them. Even the Argonian. Not that she had been neglected by the female patrons by any means. But only the males could provide that special substance she needed as food, though it didn’t matter where or how it was delivered to her, all was absorbed. Still, the attention by the females was in it’s way even more pleasant, simply because it wasn’t done for need – it was done for lust and lust only.
Later she found herself laying on the bar, a flaccid male behind her, idly teasing her while she watched the two Argonians show what real stamina was. From behind her, the man asked “So what is this, like the 4th round for them?”. Devilah couldn’t remember his name. She wasn’t sure she even remembered his face. She did remember his phallus.
“Depends on how you’re counting, ” she replied. “Third for him. I’d say she’s up around ten. But she’s still as turned on as ever. See the way her eyes are rolled back in her head? And the way she still meets his thrusts every time… That’s a true orgasmic coma there. She’s just a sex animal now. Pure lust. Probably walk like a penguin tomorrow, but she’s in heaven right now.”
“Damn. Must be nice.” “Oh, it is! But sorry, males can’t achieve it. Your orgasms are deeper, but fleeting. Only a female can enter that state of true wanton lust,” Devilah explained, watching the coupling pair distractedly as the man behind her began to fondle her between her legs. She lifted one leg to allow him access, her eyes never leaving the mating Argonians. While the male behind her surely could no longer maintain an erection, she was pleasantly surprised by his enthusiasm and found herself once again feeling interested by his manual technique. When he turned around and planted his face firmly against her behind, she began to moan and thrust against his tongue and nose, to the rhythm of the lovers she was watching.
Suddenly the male Argonian bellowed and the female slumped to the ground, her ass and tail shaking. They were now the only part of her that seemed to have any life as the male spasmed and left his deposit in her. Between the sight of the skewered Argonian female in front of her being hammered by the ejaculating male, and the tongue of the human male thrusting into places that were not designed for such thrusting, she could hold her own orgasm back no longer and moved to straddle man’s head underneath her.
In the throes of her passion, she seemed to be trying to insert him bodily into her own rectum. But when the waves had receded from her mind somewhat, she noticed she still had the male’s head underneath her weight, and released him. He was unconscious, and a pang of worry washed over her. Even in her most evil days, she never actually killed her lovers! But then he shook, took a deep gasp and began breathing again, his eyes opening. Yet, as if nothing had happened, he smiled at her and once again began toying with her body. “You must really love Khajiits!” she said. “Female ones shaped like you? Oh, I do!” he said and began to lick her again, seemingly oblivious to his recent near-suffocation.
She lay her head back onto the bar. The Argonian lovers had separated, a pool gathering under the female’s still exposed rear. Devilah’s eyes wandered over the bar and along the wall to the fireplace. “So bright,” she thought. Suddenly, she realized that something was looking back at her from the flames.
“Devilah,” it said. The succubus instantly looked away. But something was already wrong. The licking of the man between her legs was slowing… stopping. Time was locking up. A time bomb had gone off. She got off the bar in an instant, her clothes back on with the speed of thought.
While she still had any time at all, she raced towards the door and managed to get out into the street before time had completely stopped for the world around her. But she hadn’t gotten far enough away, she knew. “Devilah,” a voice said behind her, stepping out of the bar. “The party’s over. It’s time to come home.” The nearby lights cast shadows, but a much brighter light’s shadow was cast in front of her, flickering as if generated from a flame. A very large flame.
“Goodbye Sampson,” she thought to herself as she turned to face the inevitable behind her. “I loved you, in my way. I hope somehow you will know that.” Out loud she looked up. “Hello Agrat,” she said, sighing as her life in the mortal world ended.

The Sword of St. Michael #1

Author: Sorry for the excessive exposition. I have to assume some may not have read Sampson and Devilah, so I need to catch them up on the background a bit. Meet Sampson. Like Samson, he has the strength of ten men. Like Simpson, the wisdom of Homer. He travels the wilderness of Skyrim with his trusted Khajiit companion, Devilah, bringing law and justice to the land. Having successfully defeated the Assassin’s Guild, he was led to the infamous Black Cat. Unfortunately the heinous villain, shunned even by the Assassins, turned out to be nothing more than a lonely Khajiit who actually left the Assassins because she couldn’t kill anyone. Now the pair has traveled to the town of Riften, known for its Thieves Guild (but even more for it’s stinking ‘river’ that hasn’t actually flowed anywhere for years). Their goal, to wipe out the Thieves as they had the Assassins.
Little did Sampson know that his companion was, in fact, a succubus whose original intent was to seduce the hero which would bring fame and notoriety to both her and her hellish ‘friend’ from the underworld, seen only in flames. However, Devilah’s plan was thwarted when she discovered that she kinda liked the big lunk and really didn’t want to leave him. After a mutually satisfying tryst, she reverted to her feigned appearance as a (somewhat) normal Khajiit and caused him to forget her true nature. Instead, she had guided him to seek out the Thieves Guild in Riften so that their travels could continue and she could stay with Sampson a little longer.
Now, the pair sat in their room at the Bee and Barb, dejectedly, having returned from yet another fruitless day of searching for thieves in need of Sampson’s brand of Justice. “Devilah, I fear this quest is… not what we’d hoped. It’s not like delivering Justice to Assassins is it?” Sampson stated flatly to his companion. Devilah had to sigh in agreement. “No, not really.”
“Killing assassins is noble and just, but some of these thieves are little more than youths. And not all that evil really. I’ve not killed a single thief in the week that we’ve been here, and I don’t think I will. They’re just poor people!” “I think you’re right. And the gold that we ‘liberated’ from the Assassin’s guild is starting to run out too. I thought we’d be knee-deep in it by now. You’d think a Thieves Guild would have some gold anyway!” “Not here apparently,” agreed Sampson before adding hastily, “…not that we care about such things mind you.”
“…and. This place stinks,” Sampson said, curling his nose. “Reeks,” Devilah agreed. “I’ve smelled better air at the bottom of a Draugr’s pit.” Devilah laughed, suggesting instead, “…a Hagraven’s tail feathers.” Sampson shook his head, smiling. “…a Giant’s latrine!” “The shit pit of the Eighth Circle, Bolgia 2!”
“What?” Sampson’s smile turned to confusion as he looked at the Khajiit’s bright laughing eyes. “I said the… Oh! Um… Never-mind. But anyway, I guess we need a new goal,” Devilah said, quickly changing the subject. “I guess I could become an adventurer. Or join up with some army or city guard.” Devilah looked at him seriously. “You will NOT become some faceless soldier Sampson. You are a hero. Such a fate is in no way destined for my… for you.”
“Well, let’s sleep on it. Maybe something will come to us.” Devilah nodded happily. “You know, that whole vow thing… kinda pointless if we have no goal. Do you think, maybe just this once? At least until we have a new goal?” Sampson shook his head in negation. “Nay my virginal friend. We’ve not yet abandoned this noble pursuit.” “Just a little suck maybe?” “No. But… you can sleep in this bed with me… if you want.” Devilah looked away and muttered, “prude” under her breath. “Goodnight dear companion,” Sampson said, laying back in his bed and closing his eyes. “Goodfrump” said the succubus, frustrated yet again.
Minutes later Sampson was sleeping soundly and Devilah pulled out her industrial strength vibrator, it’s batteries still dead. “Fat lot of good you are, Mr. Sparky,” she thought to herself. The last time Devilah had communicated with her accomplice was before the revelation at Castle Kitty. The demon had promised to send some batteries. A promise from a demon? Yeah, right. But then Devilah had discovered that not only was Sampson carrying the famed Sword of St. Michael, but that she herself was destined to be Good. It still seemed incredible. How could she, a succubus, possibly be destined for that fate?! But the sword had rang off her body like it had hit an iron wall. And then she had taken the hero. Taken him a lot. Taken a lot of him! But there had been a problem. It wasn’t done for lust. In his eyes, behind the carnal hunger, was something else. Worse yet, she knew that something was within her as well. She couldn’t name it, but it was there.
She put the useless sex toy away and looked down at Sampson while thinking. Her Flame-Girl friend would be furious. Agrat bat Mahlat by full name. But Devilah had negated any evil her conquest might have earned her by causing him to lose that memory. “No memory? Then it didn’t happen.” was the meme. Her assistance with the elimination of the Assassins guild had weighed against her too, though it would have been overcome had she got Sampson to break his vow. But now… Agrat was probably on the warpath. Literally. She would be looking for Devilah. Probably perform an Inquisition. The succubus figured her best course of action was to lay low for a while. Since then Devilah avoided looking directly at any flames in hopes that it would prevent Agrat from knowing her whereabouts. Just for a while. It couldn’t work forever though. There would come a reckoning, she knew.
She left the room. Sleep was at most an indulgence that Succubus’ didn’t require. What she did require was sustenance. Male sustenance. As she walked out, she looked back at Sampson. It wasn’t cheating, after all. She’d certainly been more than clear what she wanted from him. And it was simply her nature. What else could she do? She’d die without it. She didn’t need much, after all. But she needed some. Even as a succubus she didn’t quite understand how it worked, but she didn’t need to understand it. She just needed it like a vampire needs blood. Already she felt drained in both body and spirit. Well, she had some draining of her own to do. She’d waited as long as she could, but now she could wait no longer. She wasn’t even sure why she had waited anyway. Before… that day… she certainly hadn’t hesitated! What had changed? Well, no matter. She was hungry now, in the succubus way. Somebody was going to get lucky tonight. Damned lucky.

CatDance #40 (Epilogue 2 – Conclusion)

“A letter from Solitude?” Kitty asked as Muz-Ra handed her an envelope. After yesterday’s marathon session with soap, water and scrub brushes, the residents of Castle Kitty had managed to clean up the kitchen to a respectable level and the stench from the fire had almost disappeared. What wasn’t respectable was Muz-Ra’s outfit – or more specifically the lack thereof. Kitty almost didn’t notice, having known the lusty Argonian for so long. But as she looked back, Kitty suddenly realized she was looking at a naked Muz-Ra. “Red! Did you do that to the courier again? Really?!” “Sure! I think he’s beginning to look forward to it in fact. Mustn’t disappoint the poor guy.”
Kitty just shook her head. “Well, glad to have you back again, if only for a day.” “Oh, no problem Kitty. I’d have been back before, but you know the Jarl. After a day of no Muz-Ra, he gets irritable to the staff around Dragonsreach. Irileth practically begs me to come and visit.” “Somehow I doubt they have to twist your arm much,” Kitty smiled at her friend. “No, not much,” she replied. “So, sounds like you and the Jarl are still as hot for each other as ever?” “Oh definitely! Why the other day we were playing in the dungeon and he found this big…” “STOP!” Kitty shouted, forestalling the inevitable details. “I do not want to hear it!” “If you insist. Let’s just say that we both have very vivid imaginations!” “Well, I’m very happy for you, Red.”
“So, who is it from anyway?” “Oh! It’s from Illdi. She’s a student at the college I met. She gave me that book to read.” “What’s she say?” “Let’s see… ‘sorry I missed you before you left’… ‘congratulations’… ‘teach me’… OH! Oh no! I have my first student!!!”
“Well that’s great! When is she coming? We’ll have to figure out where to put her. And where you can teach too!” “Yeah! She’s coming right after I accept her. I’ll write back to her tonight.” “Oh, don’t be afraid Kitty. You’ll make a fine dance instructor. I’d best get back to the kitchen though.”
“Are you staying the night?” “Yeah. I’ve gotta let the Jarl recharge his batteries.” “Oh, is that what you call them?” Kitty joked as Muz-Ra left the room.
“Now,” Kitty mused to herself, “Let’s see what this book is all about. Ah… here it is. ‘Lorna the Bard – Book 1’”
She lay back down on her bed and began to read.
A few pages in and she sat up to get more comfortable. A few pages more and she realized she was touching herself.
“Oh my!” she said aloud, realizing what she was doing. She looked at the book again and set it on the table. She debated if she should go on reading it or not. “If I do, I’d better lock the door first!” Then she thought of Mikael. He’d be working tonight, but he did ask her to visit him as soon as she got settled in. Instead of locking the door, she pocketed the book in the ubiquitous magical inventory that all residents of Tamriel inherently possessed and headed out to find Ubergard.
She found the giantess with K’rris outside by the ‘lover’s tree’ as Kitty had named it. They both stood up immediately as she came upon them, giving Kitty the idea that they had been doing something embarrassing. “Oh, hi K’rris. Say, Ubergard. I’m thinking of going to the Bannered Mare tonight. Want to come along?” Ubergard looked at K’rris, who nodded happily. “We’d be glad to! We’re… kinda going to go on a date.” “You two?” Kitty asked, incredulous. “On a date!?” “Well yes.” Ubergard stated. “You got a problem with that?” “Oh no! Not me! I just… well. I had no idea…” “Hey, it’s just a date. Don’t go making some big deal about it.” “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And Kitty…” “Yes?” “Don’t tell Red. We don’t need her brand of ‘advice’ just yet.” Kitty mimed locking her mouth and tossing a key away. “Not me!” “Too late,” Muz-Ra laughed, walking around a corner.
“Now, don’t worry about me. Just because I’m an expert in the field of intimate bliss, I won’t offer any of my ‘advice’. Have a good time. But if ever you have any questions or need inspiration…” K’rris spoke up, interrupting her. “…we’ll figure it out between ourselves, thank you very much!” Muz-Ra considered that, as if pondering the thought. “Yes,” she concluded. “You’re right. You may not get it right at first, but experimentation is always more fun that just being told the right way to do things by a subject matter authority.” “RED! We’re just going on a date! Unlike some people, we’re not going to jump in the sack tonight!” “Ubergard, I’m offended. I’ll have you know I waited a week before the Jarl and I jumped into the sack!” “As I recall, that wasn’t your preference.” “Yeah, well. Still…”
Ubergard turned back to K’rris. “Let’s go back to checking the ramparts, K’rris.” As they were heading back inside, Muz-Ra shouted after them. “JUST ONE THING K’RRIS!” “YES RED?” K’rris called back. “DON’T NEGLECT THE CLITORIS!”
THE END OF CATDANCE From the author: …ending with words of wisdom throughout the ages across all times and places from Muz-Ra! And now a bit of a hiatus for Thanksgiving and perhaps a bit of adjustment to the Khajiit and Argonian textures before the next story starts.

CatDance #39 (Epilogue 1)

That evening, after much scrubbing, cleaning and carting of water, Ubergard met K’rris alone outside on the balcony. “Thanks for coming up K’rris. I’ve been wanting to talk to you privately.” “Of course, Ubergard. What can I do for you?” “It’s about Udaran.“ “Udaran? What about her?”
“I understand you like her. A lot.” K’rris sighed. “Oh. That… I do. A lot. But she has no interest in me. I think she likes me fine, but that’s all. We get along too but, it’s kinda hard.” Ubergard looked at him. “I know it is, K’rris. I know it is.”
“Why do you ask?” “You know, I’ve never been been very good with people. I know more about how to take their heads off than how to win their affection.” K’rris stayed silent, not sure what to make of this from Ubergard’s normally stoic demeanor.
“K’rris, I’ve learned a lot on this trip about myself. K’rris…” “Yes?” “K’rris. I like you. A lot.” K’rris looked at her, uncomprehending. “Well, thank you Ubergard. And I, you. But I don’t understand what that has to do with Udaran.” “Oh for god’s sake K’rris. Do I have to spell it out for you clearer than that? K’rris, I want to be your lover. I LIKE you!”
Understanding dawned slowly on the Khajiit. “Me? You like me?” Ubergard laughed at him. “Yes, dammit! You! But this whole Udaran thing has me stuck. Do you think you could ever get over her? Do you think I… might be… of interest to you?”
K’rris’s mind swam. “I don’t know Ubergard! I’ve never had anyone interested in me before.” “And this,” she said, indicating the scars that would be there for the rest of her life. “Do they bother you?” K’rris scoffed at that. “Uber, I’m a warrior. Scars are an aphrodisiac! You know that. You’re a warrior too.”
“Well, I had to ask. Udaran certainly doesn’t have any scars! But as for never having had someone interested in you, I am surprised. But you have one now. And I should warn you, I’m used to getting my way K’rris. But don’t panic. Let’s go on a date sometime. What do you say?”
“I’ve never been asked on a date before either. Of course Ubergard! I’d love go out with you! But… are we… compatible? I mean… physically? I don’t know much really about Argonians. Hell, I don’t really know that much about females in general, despite having worked in a Khajiit brothel. We didn’t really… fraternize.” Ubergard shrugged her massive shoulders, while other massive things bounced in firm but pliant accord, which K’rris really noticed for the first time. Bounced… interestingly! “Who knows? But it’ll be fun to find out! And remember, I’ve seen you in the hot tub. I don’t expect any real problems there. If you’re willing to learn, so am I.” she smiled. “But for now, how about a little sparring practice? Let’s get this damn romantic stuff off our minds! Plenty of time for that later.”
And for the first time, K’rris watched the giant Argonian’s movements with more than just martial interest. “Me?” he thought. “She likes me?”
For her part, Ubergard noticed the distracted way K’rris parried her practice blows. He was quite good, and they’d long been sparring with their preferred weapons rather than blunted replacements, relying on the other to pull his attack at the last second. But this time it was as if he were trying his best, but his mind was on different things. “I’ll have to work that out of him,” she thought. “A good guard can’t be distracted by such things,” she thought as she leapt unexpectedly into the air to deliver a kick rather than her blade. As she expected, he was watching other parts of her rather than her foot and he received it without grace.

CatDance #38

When Mikael finally emerged from the room, Kitty noticed he seemed to be a bit bleary eyed and guessed he didn’t sleep well, but Ubergard was in good spirits so they left the Moorside Inn and began the trek across the mountains. The bracing wind of the pass seemed to fully awaken Mikael and he was back to his former self by the time they were over and back on the road to Whiterun and Castle Kitty.
Ubergard was unusually talkative, at least for her, as she explained what Helfer had said while they were both frozen back at Dragon Bridge. “From what she said, she had seen me in the dark and thought I was her former master, come to exact a more permanent punishment on her. So she instinctively Shouted a force command at me which hurled me from the mountain.” “It must have been very dark,” Mikael commented, “if she mistook you for a male!”
Kitty asked, “And you don’t remember any of that?” “Not a thing. Maybe the knock I got on my head that left these scars had something to do with it. But she must have recognized I wasn’t him at some point since she climbed down to check on me afterwards.” “But chose not to tell us what happened. Still, she did stay with you while you were unconscious, knowing you might remember it,” Mikael pointed out. “And she certainly was concerned for your well-being.”
Ubergard nodded. “Yes. She’s still a mystery. Not exactly evil, just…” Kitty suggested, “Broken, I think.” “Yes. Broken.”
Later, Kitty finally saw the distant outline of Castle Kitty and smiled broadly. “Home!” “Yes. It will be good to get back and see what has been going on while we’ve been gone,” Ubergard agreed. Mikael just sighed.
“What?” Kitty asked. “Aren’t you glad to be getting back?” Mikael looked at her seriously. “I’ll miss having you around every morning.” Kitty laughed, “And every night!” Mikael didn’t return the laugh and she stopped and kissed him. “Let the future worry about itself, Mikael. Who knows what it may bring? I’m not going anywhere.”
That seemed to cheer him up somewhat. “True. And neither am I Kitty. I know you’ll be busy for a few days getting things back together, but come by the tavern when you can.” Kitty hugged him again. “I will. I promise. Just give me a couple of days and I’ll see you then. Want to stop in for a bit before you go back to Whiterun?” “I don’t think so, but thanks anyway.”
A little while later, Mikael turned to head back to Whiterun itself while Kitty and Ubergard continued on to the castle.
They were greeted by K’rris, Udaran and Cheetah at the outer steps. “Welcome back Kitty! Uber!” Cheetah called, jumping up on Kitty and giving her a fierce hug. “Oh my God! Uber! What happened to your face?” Udaran asked, noticing the still livid scars on one side. “Long story, Udaran. But I’m alright.”
“What happened?” K’rris asked as they approached the castle door. “I fell off a mountain basically, but as I said, it’s a long story. We’ll tell you later.” “Um… one thing, Kitty…” stammered Udaran in an unusually hesitant voice. “Yes?” “We… had a little accident while you were gone,” Udaran stated as they went inside.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL?!” Kitty demanded immediately upon entering the castle. “That…” Cheetah laughed, “is Udaran’s cooking.” Kitty looked at the embarrassed Udaran questioningly, while K’rris looked pointedly elsewhere and Cheetah just smiled at her. “Well, see, Red has been at the Jarl’s practically all the time, so I thought I’d give it a try…” “Okay… so…?” “Apparently you don’t make bread by cooking flour over an open flame it seems,” Udaran explained.
“And you don’t try to put out the fire with oil either!” Cheetah added helpfully. “Well, how was I to know that oil burns?” “ DUHHH!” “When was this?” Kitty interrupted. Udaran’s eyes began to well up with tears, very uncharacteristically. “Yesterday. I’ve been trying to clean it up ever since. I’m sorry Kitty! I didn’t know any better. I don’t know how to cook.”
Kitty assured her, “It’s okay Udie. It’s okay.” “You won’t kick me out?” “Don’t be silly. K’rris, go fetch us some water and soap. A lot of it. And as many rags as you can find. We’ll all get to work on it…” Kitty commanded, looking at Cheetah menacingly.

CatDance #37

Then Lurbuk began to sing again and the two bid Jonna a good night, hastening to leave the room. As they entered their own room, Jonna chided the Orc. “Cut out that screeching, Lurbuk. Our guests are trying to go to sleep.”
“We could get another room,” Mikael suggested when he saw Ubergard lying on the bed. Kitty shook her head. “No. Ubergard’s been through a lot today. Let’s stay with her. I think your balls can take a night of celibacy, don’t you?” Mikael nodded. “Yeah, the big girl could probably use some company tonight. But this time, how about you sleep in the middle? Those boobs of hers are awfully distracting.”
Ubergard woke briefly and smiled at Mikael and Kitty as they climbed into bed beside her and Kitty gave her a sympathetic hug. Before long Ubergard was snoring deeply but peacefully.
“Mikael?” Kitty whispered in his ear later. “Hmm?” “I was thinking. Jonna obviously likes you. Maybe, if we’re ever going to break apart, you should… resume your relationship.” “Sorry Kitty. I like Jonna. But I’m still in love with you. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. And I don’t want to.”
After a minute, Kitty added. “What about… with me?” Mikael snorted. “Are you suggesting a threesome Kitty? Be careful what you offer, you might get it!”
“Well, she’d certainly be up for it if she’s jerking off an Orc for thrills!” “True. And what about you? Would you be ‘up for it’ too?” Kitty considered that. Sex with a female human? She wasn’t a complete novice when it came to other females, but a human? Still, it might help break Mikael’s too-serious affection for her, and it would be a new experience… “Sure. If you want to, it might be fun.”
“Your penis seems to like the idea, she noted, feeling him.” “My penis likes a lot of ideas, but that doesn’t mean they’re good ideas!” Mikael laughed. “Thanks Kitty. I appreciate the offer, and as hard as my cock might get, I think I’d regret it later. No, I don’t think so.” Kitty laughed quietly, “Suit yourself!” and she acted like she was going to get up from the bed before Mikael pulled her back and began toying with her as she had done him.
“And those books talk about a lusty Argonian! You’re a sex fiend Kitty! You want bring in Lurbuk too?” “If I’m a sex fiend, you made me one. And sure, I’d love to get a look at him if he’s as big as Jonna says! But if she can’t handle him, he’d stuff me like a turkey.” Kitty replied laughingly, though she laid back down. In truth, she wasn’t too sure about the idea really, but if Mikael wanted to… But it was clear he really didn’t so she gave up on the idea. Instead, she snuggled up to him – assuring him, “You’re just my size. But I can’t help being curious.”
A few minutes later, after some quiet fondling, Kitty fell asleep. For his part, Mikael couldn’t quite get the image of a threesome with Kitty and Jonna out of his mind completely. Damn her planting such an idea into his head. However, his relationship with Jonna some years ago was really enough for him. She was quite the wildcat herself in bed, but that relationship was over. Their personalities had clashed as severely as their sex had proved lusty. As he lay there trying to get the images out of his mind, Ubergard’s snoring began to lull him to sleep. Before drifting off, he suddenly realized the image floating in his head was no longer of Kitty and Jonna, but Kitty and Ubergard. “Ubergard!?” he thought. “Am I really fantasizing about a three-way with a Khajiit and an Argonian now? Damn. Maybe I do need a human woman!”
But try as he might, the images kept coming back to him until finally he fell to sleep. His dreams that night were unusual to say the least. But they remained just that – a dream.

CatDance #36

In the end, Ubergard found Kitty and Mikael waiting for her at the edge of the town of Morthal. As she approached, Kitty spoke first the obvious question. “So… did you find Helfer? Was she…” “I found her,” said the Argonian. “She was hurt but still alive some way down the river. But before you ask, no. I didn’t kill her, though had I caught her on the bridge I would have. But when I saw her laying there, injured and afraid, I couldn’t do it.”
The three walked into town towards the Moorside Inn as Ubergard continued. “I’m not some impartial judge here, you know. Helfer is a broken person… and a murderer. You didn’t hear the story she told me when you were both frozen, and I won’t repeat it now. But she has killed before. But still, I was also responsible in a way. I hurt her badly. Like a wild beast when injured, she lashed out in any way she could.” “What did you do?” Kitty asked. “I… gave her a healing potion. It’s not going to fix her voice, but it will keep her alive. But I feel sure that she’s lost the power to Shout for good.”
“Well, that’s a relief anyway. Do you think she might follow you? Still be a threat?” Mikael asked, still concerned for Kitty’s safety. “I don’t think so. I think I understand her better. When she had her Shouting ability, she felt that she was somehow worthy enough for my love. Without it, she would not presume to be my equal. So no, I don’t think we’ll ever see her again.” “What will happen to her, do you think?” Kitty asked. Ubergard pondered this as they approached the door to the Inn. “She’s resourceful. She’s a survivor. And, frankly, she’s got a body that anyone would envy and she’s not afraid to use it. She’ll be fine. I think.”
In the tavern, the orc bard Lurbuk was ‘singing’ again. Kitty noticed that no one was there save the owner, Jonna. However, the singing stopped when they entered. Kitty went to her at the bar and requested a room for the night, which Jonna was more than happy to supply. Ubergard excused herself after that and retired early for the night while Jonna sat with Kitty and Mikael at a table to talk.
“So, how’d it go in Solitude? Y’all seem pretty down,” Jonna asked Mikael. “Not because of the College. But it’s a long story. You remember the other Khajiit that came in with us?” “Helfer? Sure. Kinda weird though.” Mikael nodded. “That’s the one. Let’s just say we had a falling out with her. Should she ever come back around though, just be aware she can be… dangerous.”
Jonna nodded, “Ah. Gotcha. But the College?” “Oh, that went better than expected actually. Kitty here is now officially a Master of Dance and can teach students of the art from her home near Whiterun.” “REALLY?! Well, you oughtta be proud, Kitty.” “I am! I’m just kind of coming to grips with it really. But looking forward to it.”
“You sure did a great job with Helfer,” Mikael reminded her. “She was keeping up with you at the ‘Skeever after just a day of practice.” Kitty looked a bit wistful. “If only… she was a model student. Of course, being a Khajiit doesn’t hurt either. We’re pretty good at stuff like that you know. Had she been different, I’d have suggested she train as a Bard herself.”
Kitty then changed the subject. Speaking in a low tone, she asked, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you something Mikael…” She then nodded towards Lurbuk. “Not meaning to be offensive, but… how did Lurbuk graduate as a bard? I mean… really, he’s pretty bad.” Mikael smiled. “Oh, I know. And so does the College. But he’s the first ever Orc graduate. He was there for four years, and no matter how bad he was, he stuck with it. I think they finally just gave up and gave him the diploma. For his dedication if not for his talent. Besides, he IS the best Orc bard they’ve ever had.” Jonna laughed. “He’s the only Orc bard they’ve ever had!”
“Then why do you keep him here? You surely could hire better if you really wanted to.” Jonna sighed, looking at the Orc. “First, you’d be surprised how cheap he is. This place is so dead, I couldn’t afford anyone else. Second, he’s kinda a legend anyway. Folks actually do come in just to see him. Don’t stay long mind you, but at least they come to see the lunk. And finally… he’s kinda cute. Has an enormous penis too!”
Kitty looked startled. “You and Lurbuk?!” Jonna laughed. “Me? Oh no. I couldn’t handle it if I wanted to. He’d split me in two, though what a way to go! But when you hang out with a guy as long as he’s been here… Well, maybe once or twice when I was really drunk… Ain’t no other Orcs around you know. And he tries SO hard to be a Bard. A little pity-fondling surely can’t hurt. He knows better than to take it seriously. I make damn sure of that. But even Lurbuk needs a little somethin’ every once in a while.” Looking at Mikael she added, “Plus it’s not like there’s any other men around here I’m interested in.”
Mikael looked to the Orc who was busy scrawling something meant to be music onto a parchment on the floor, then back to Jonna and affected a disgusted look. “Hey!” she rose in protest. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve got your furry pussy here – no offense intended Kitty. I’ve got my dopey Orc but hung like a horse. We all got our kinks.” “Well I think it’s sort of sweet,” Kitty interjected.

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