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"Oh, I wonder what treasure might lie in here," I said as my green Khajiit eyes scanned the dark entrance to a nearby cave. It was dark out, but my feline eyes make it easy to see the three silhouettes behind the flames. They had all the makings of bandits, and two of them were quite obviously drunk on way too much mead, still gulping down the contents of another bottle as their speech slurred profusely. The third, however, kept a watchful eye, but being human, it was a tough task. Too tough.

I pulled my crossbow from my back and dropped to a knee, steadying my aim as I lined up the bolt. From eighty yards away, this would be an easy hit, and a guaranteed kill if I nailed it right. The problem was that even the two drunk idiots would make enough noise to alert the rest of the camp, likely hiding in the depths of the cave, should they see their comrade fall dead with an arrow sticking out of his skull. Their reaction time would heavily increased due to their inebriation, so as long as I could get close enough for a knife throw and a quick dive into the third with my dagger, I'd be fine.

Moving in closer, I ensured I stayed to the shadows, staying as quiet as the light breeze that drifted through every moment or two, remaining still until the next one muffled my approach. Once I was at half my original distance, my instincts told me that I was at the edge of discovery; even one more step forward would likely alert them to the presence of something and then my game would be off. No more than the whisper of a moth sounded as I again lifted my crossbow and lined up the sights. There were no obstructions to my targets and at this distance, I could close my eyes and still hit between his.

Letting out a soft breath, I steadied my bow and clicked the trigger, the soft twang hitting their ears just as my bolt embedded itself in the first man's cranium. With the speed of my cheetah brethren, my wrist flicked a projectile blade that penetrated the second man's throat and silenced him forever. By the time the last bandit, a large woman, could even realize what had happened, she was on the ground, rocking a new red fashion as blood poured out of six stab wounds, my dagger then driving into her heart for good measure.

A soft gurgle hit my ears and I turned to see the second bandit gripping at his throat while death gripped at his soul. Not willing to lose one of my forged blades, I walked up behind him and pulled his weakening hands away, ripping the serrated knife back out as blood then spewed from the gaping hole. Seconds later, he was as quiet as the others and I was on my way to the entrance. Thankfully, bandits rarely sent out roving guards at night, so I figured there would be no need to hide the bodies. Using a bit of water, I cleaned off my dagger and knife before stowing them away again and moving into the darkness of the cave.

Even for a Khajiit's eyes, the first several steps were taken with immense caution in what was near pitch blackness. Bandits were notorious for setting catastrophic traps in their paths to keep out unwanted intruders and the last thing I wanted was to lose a hind paw inside the teeth of a bear clamp. I just shuffled my feet forward until I could finally see the silver claws poking out from them, the golden yellow fur of my paws following swiftly after.

Confident in my footing, I stooped back down and began to creep forward, my ears flicking forward to catch the sounds of conversation that would alert me to where the rest were located. My crossbow in my right paw and a blade in the other, I kept moving inwards, stopping only once I reached a corner. Peering around slowly, I saw a shrine, but not one to any of the Gods. No, this was clearly dedicated to Sanguine, the Daedric Lord of Debauchery, the twisted replica of his staff etched perfectly into the stone slab his artifact sat on top of.

"Why would any cave have a temple to the Daedra?" It was a question worth asking, even to myself, as it just made no sense. Generally, those who worshiped the Daedra chose high places to build their monuments, in hard to reach places so that they would be better protected from the crusaders who served Stendarr and strove to eliminate all praise to unnatural beings or the Daedric Lords. Perhaps, this had been the "hiding in plain sight" principle, but then again, it had taken me three minutes from the entrance to arrive here.

Not a single sound echoed in the distance. Even in the dead silence, there was no breathing and no footsteps. Maybe there had only just been those three. It was certainly a possibility to consider; bandits traveled in many sizes. Some had previously been part of a larger group, but mutiny was common practice and failed attempts meant death unless you could get away. The idea was probable enough, but I couldn't just lose focus, so I moved past the shrine and around another corner.

It proved to be a mistake as the distraction of the shrine caused my eyes to skip over a small pressure plate that I stepped onto two steps later. Wincing, I heard the air sift around me as several small darts flew past my head and bounced off the armor on my back. Unfortunately, not all of them missed, one sticking into the nape of my neck while one more pierced the skin just behind my left knee. Hissing in sharp pain, I quickly pulled them both out, sniffing them to try and recognize what poison they had likely been laced with.

My movements were already sluggish by the time I pulled out a small vial of dark blue liquid, struggling to pull off the cork. I bucked to my knees as I brought the opening to my lips and took a deep swallow. The bottle then slipped out of my weak grip and rolled along the floor in front of me as I fell forward, barely catching myself with my fore paws. The surge of the antidote hit my bloodstream quickly and I felt the sensation of exhaustion abate slightly, my eyelids slowly regaining the strength I needed in order to remain conscious.

As I felt warmth return to my limbs, I looked up and saw the twisted face of a witch above me, scowling as I fell back against the wall, using it to support my attempt to stand once again. She was to have nothing of it, though, and I couldn't dodge her swing as the impact of a small club knocked my lights out and I slumped back to the floor in a limp heap. My consciousness wasn't completely taken away, but my feline senses were severely disoriented. Staying limp and close eyed, I hoped to feign slumber long enough to fully regain my awareness, but I was outplayed as I felt two familiar stings as she pricked me with two more of the darts.

What was left of the antidote was quickly overwhelmed and I felt complete exhaustion flow through my form again, no fight left in me as she picked me up and began carrying me deep into the cave. Many long minutes passed before I was lowered onto a smooth slab of stone, my chest barely tensing up as the feeling of an icy chill ran through my front as it contacted the rock. I chuffed in displeasure and fear as her fingers detached every piece of my armor, soon leaving me in nothing but the undergarment covering my groin and rump and the jeweled necklace hanging around my throat.

The rock felt even colder as my horribly weak body was pushed down flat onto the stone. At my wrists and ankles, I felt shackles bound to the corners and then a heavy, metal collar fastened around my neck. Gingerly testing the restraints, I found they had a rather generous amount of give, enough to let me crawl up to my hands and knees, though the collar exerted a good deal of pressure on my neck. Within seconds, I fell back down, my feeble body giving out quickly as the short term poison only slowly abated its effect.

"It has been a long time since Sanguine has had a cat for a sacrifice, but I have no doubt that you'll do. The ritual is already set up, so I must thank you for your timely arrival." The witch cackled, her sadistic grin more than unnerving. Turning forwards as I realized her mention of the Daedric Lord himself, I saw a large statue of his visage several yards in front of me and shivered. Arranged in a pattern, several herbs lined the floor, with an empty bowl sitting in the center.

Without another word, the witch strode forward and pulled out a knife. Bringing her wrist over the bowl, she slid the blade against it, blood quickly streaming from the wound as she let it fall into the bowl. After several seconds, she brought a salved bandage to it and wrapped the cloth around her arm. Switching her position, she repeated the act on her other wrist, before bandaging it as well. Nearly a pint of her blood now sat in the bowl. Dropping her wounded hands to the slab, the witch began to chant out what I could only guess was a rite to summon his presence so that he could accept her sacrifice. Whatever that meant for me, I wanted little part of it.

Now that her attention was completely focused on the altar, I willed my strength to me and began to pull at the restraints. The chains were held by weights, but I could easily lift them with my arms. The problem was that the chains were attached to my shackles through small holes in the corners, so the much larger weights could not escape through them. The collar had no such chain, but the weight was more than enough to cut my fight short as I soon dropped back onto the stone, breathless, exhausted and resigned to whatever fate awaited me.

Her chant ended and she bowed her head, the both of us now waiting for what was to come. I did not have to wait for long as a deep chill rushed over me towards the statue and rushed up the stone before the energy filled his face and centered on his eyes.

"Sariah, my servant, it has been a long time since your last offering. I hope you have brought me someone with spirit."

"I most deeply apologize for the wait, my lord, but it was well worth it. I found this cat skulking about as I was preparing to leave to hunt for prey as the ritual was all in line."

"How fate sometimes helps even the most wicked," An unnerving chuckle resounding against stone echoed in the deep. "Still, you have fulfilled your final commitment to our deal. What do you wish in return?"

"I wish for ultimate power, my lord."

"Ultimate power? To what end will this power achieve?"

"I will use it to take over the whole of Tamriel and wash the entire realm into mindless rutting and debauchery."

"An almost noble quest, but I have something better in mind."

"What is that, my lord?"

During this time, my eyes had caught the sight of stone slowly rising up behind the witch, quietly circling around her planted legs. She seemed to enraptured and focused in her reverence to her master to notice, and I had no reason or want to alert her. I felt Sanguine's gaze fall onto me nearly naked form as he spoke again, his voice dark and evil as his cackle shook the walls, the stone instantly wrapping around the witch's ankles and legs.

"Your last sacrifice shall be of yourself. Someone new interests me, you have grown dull and boring."

With that, I watched as she cried out and began to try and pull away, but her hands were stuck to the stone, her legs trapped in the rock that now held her at her thighs. Sanguine's chuckle continued to reverberate as a new stone bump jumped from the floor and then stabbed straight through the witch's back, out her chest and onto the table. Her airless gasps lasted for nearly a minute before she went limp, the stone quickly receding back into the floor as her dead body crumpled to the ground.

"As for you, I shall return to you soon, but for now, I have a soul to gather. Do not fret, though. I have something for you that will keep me well entertained."

As quickly as he arrived, he vanished, the light dissipating from the statue and then flying up out of the cave. The witch was undeniably dead, though no blood dripped from her form or from the gaping hole in what used to be her midsection. She was of little worry now, though, as my thoughts returned to what Sanguine had said on his way out. Nothing about that sounded welcoming, and when I heard the chittering sound of a skeever, I started piecing the puzzle together.

Turning my head around, I saw the very large rodent sniffing the air as it walked into the room. Larger than any rat I had seen before, its frame was large, and its fur was full. No disease lived in its body, its teeth ivory white, the tail long and smooth. It was as if this skeever had avoided everything its species generally dealt with. In all honesty, I found the rodent to be quite likable in its appearance, the first time I could have ever said something as such about one of the most virulent disease spreading species in all of Skyrim.

I felt the table grow warm underneath me as its gaze and attention shifted to me. It was then that I remembered again where I was and who specifically had just addressed me. Realizing what was about to happen, I struggled again, causing the large rodent to hiss and bound towards me, vaulting onto the table and then onto my back, its weight crushing me back down onto the warm stone. Its tongue slipped down to lick at my left ear while it brought its hind legs to slide in front of my own, pulling them backwards and apart as the rat settled itself on top of me. Sinking its teeth into the nape of my neck and wrapping its front legs around my chest, I whimpered as I felt the skeever's cock brush against my rump.

It was now obvious he wasn't instantly belligerent about entering my anus to breed me, rather sliding its sleek and smooth length up against the cleft of my rear. I heaved, feeling bile rise in my throat, but the weight of the restraints below me and the rodent above me made escape impossible. This is what Sanguine had in mind, and there was nothing a mere mortal feline could do to stop him. I called out to Alkosh just as the skeever pressed his tip against my hole, but there was nothing in response. Groaning, I felt my sphincter fight against the intruding rodent dick, squeezing hard against the tip.

The skeever chattered back in pleasure, almost possessing a sense of sexual intelligence as its thin claws pricked at my nipples. I tensed up as I felt a splatter of precum hit my rump, some of it sputtering into my passage. The lubrication was just enough for the rodent to enter inside, the first few inches gliding into me as my anus was penetrated for the first time in my life. Shuddering as those claws pinched my nubs, I felt another spurt of the rat's juices soak my insides, slightly soothing the burn I felt from the few inches inside me already. Having no idea how large the skeever was, I gripped the stone as it pushed deeper.

What felt like another six inches spread me out deeper than I even knew I had room for, my maw agape and drooling as I felt the rat molest my nipples, his tail moving underneath me to tease at my own sheath. To my surprise, my shaft was already out, though soft, likely unable to ignore the skeever's own shaft rubbing against my prostate gland. There was no way this was a normal rodent, but my mind could barely hold onto much as the last few inches of the rathood pushed into me, the tip nearly pushing into my rectum.

Hissing into my neck with what sounded like joy, the skeever remained still for several minutes, likely more to enjoy how tightly I hugged his length than to allow me time to adjust. However, I didn't mind his intentions so long as it helped the burn inside my passage to lessen. A full foot of skeever dick throbbed against the tunnel of flesh it had invaded, a few more squirts of precum pouring from it before I felt the male grip my chest tightly and slowly pull back. Moaning out in a mix of pain and aroused delirium, my own cock twitched as he bucked back into me, sheathing his meat inside again.

"You're not a...normal creature, are you?"

I received a soft nibble against my nape as the critter again pinched my nipple, a soft chitter escaping through his tightened jaws as he began to pull back again. A regular skeever would have already let a load loose by now into a mate, so there had to be far more to this rodent than I knew. For now, at least knowing I wasn't being fucked by a mindless feral helped to lessen the disgust my mind felt at being violated by one of the most reviled creatures in the nation.

When he plowed back into me again, this time he didn't stop, rather bouncing back and pulling out about half his length before driving forward again, starting a slow and steady rhythm of thrusts as I felt him grip tightly around me. Saliva dribbled around my neck as the rodent drooled, clearly loving the sensations he was feeling as he slowly rutted me, ensuring to drag it out as long as he possibly could. The thought that this thing, whatever it was truly, was in rapturous ecstasy just at the sensation of fucking me allowed me to begin to feel full arousal myself. Within a few seconds, I could feel blood flooding into my own member and my feline body soon embraced the pleasure of the rodent's thrusting penis.

I gasped as the rodent kept plowing into me, releasing more dribbles and streams of precum into my passage, marking my depths for the impending load of rat spunk. The skeever's nimble claws and fingers fondled my nubs as his tail lithely wrapped around the base of my genitals and squeezed tightly, making me moan out in my growing lust. The chattering and squeaking above me was growing louder and more incessant, the humps inside me starting to lose their rhythm. Erratic shivers of the large rodent's hips hit me and I heaved in thick arousal as that tail tip began to dance over my spire, the barbs around the tip and length starting to flare out.

Drool poured out from between my open lips as I kept feeling the sensation of lust build within me, the skeever squeaking above me as I felt his legs and hips shuddering as he tried to keep thrusting. Neither one of us wanted it to end, and for some reason, when my mind again realized that I was seriously about to lose my anal virginity to a fucking skeever, I felt no sickness in response. More and more precum dribbled out of my shaft and ass, the formerly dry humps now sounding like wet squelches each time the skeever sheathed his thin spear into me.

I knew it couldn't last forever, but the rodent above me did all he could to try, keeping his tail tightly wrapped around the base of my jewels, slowing his thrusts down to just grind into me as he let go of my neck and just whined. I felt his cock throb and his limbs tense and shiver for several seconds, but then he relaxed, only a small dribble of semen leaking from his urethra before he began to hump into me again. Moaning back in approval, I gladly accepted the continued intercourse, my sensations nothing but pure joy as my battered prostate sent shocks of constant approval through the rest of my body.

I tried to form the words to ask what he was, even though I knew he couldn't form a verbal response, but that was cut silent as I felt my balls tightening in my sac. A surge of intense heat and pressure built up just behind the critter's tail hold, my jaws stiffening as I felt the appendage loosen just enough to allow me to spew my load out onto the stone below me. I cried out in sheer joy as spurt after violent spurt launched itself out through the pressurized hold of the tail of the male above me. My ass gripped tightly around his length, the skeever letting out a high pitched squeak before burying his shaft up to his balls inside me.

As my own immense climax subsided, I felt the first throb of rodent seed spill deep into my ass, the skeever tightly embracing my body to his limbs as his liquid spunk poured into my rectum, filling it up rather quickly before I felt it begin to seep around his length. Slobbered, thick saliva poured out between the rat's jaws as he trembled on top of me, rutting my ass with each strong throb punctuated by a small hump of his hips, trying to drive himself in just a millimeter deeper. Even as my orgasm waned, I did all I could to squeeze my passage around his length, milking it for every drop I could get from him.

His orgasm lasted longer than mine, his heavy body finally losing its strength as he loosened his grip and just laid on top of me, the last few spasms of his spire firing before both our bodies bottomed out. Letting go of my neck, the rat licked my cheeks and ears, chattering at me in contentment before resting his head on my shoulders. Within minutes, I could hear the soft snoring of the spent rodent above me, almost adorable in how satisfied he sounded. Even with the cloudy haze of lust gone from my mind, I didn't find it at all repulsive to feel the softening spire of the skeever still gently throbbing inside me. In fact, it felt rather comforting.

Lifting one of my hands, I stroked along one of his arms, feeling the coarse rat fur against my pads. In my head, I imagined holding the rodent close to me, petting and grooming him. Skeevers had always been so disgusting to me before, but now all I felt was endearment and affection. Perhaps it might never speak, but it was clear to me that this rodent had a functioning brain that allowed it to feel emotion and physical sensation. Giving it a soft little scratch, I settled down on the warm stone and closed my eyes, my heartbeat slowing down to a restful state.

All I needed now was to figure out how to get out of these restraints, but as I heard an otherworldly chuckle in the back of my head, I remembered that this was entirely out of my hands.

I absolutely intend to continue this series, going back to the roots of what remains one of my favorite and still played games of all time. Also because there is a horrible lack of love for those adorably diseased rats. Definitely feel like I'm getting back into the groove of writing and I expect to start knocking some new ones out soon, along with continuations on others that I had wanted to get to, but hadn't had the creative resources or stability in life to get to.