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The dragon just came out of nowhere. One moment there had been clear skies all around, the next an enormous darkness fell upon them and they scattered. Kala felt useless, she had been hired as part of a group to protect the merchants on their travels, the next she was the only survivor and the caravan had been burnt to cinders. She wanted to help, wanted so badly to save everyone, but there was nothing she could do against a real live dragon.

Which meant that technically, she might have to accept it was a miracle that she was knocked into a ditch. It was a miracle that she was crouched in the fetal position as an eternal and unstoppable monster killed people in front of her. It was a miracle that she was shivering and powerless, fur tickling her own nose just to spite her as her sword and shield lay by her forgotten.

It hardly felt like one, though.

Kala hated being powerless. It wasn't even for her sake, powerlessness just meant that she was no good to anybody. The fact that it was working out for her personally at the moment just made it worse. Kala slammed her fists against the floor of the ditch below her. A desperate flailing of claws and paws out of sheer frustration, looking down in shock as the ground began to crack below her. She looked up one last time at the dragon leaving behind the charred remains of what she was supposed to protect before falling into the darkness.

...

When Kala came to, it was in a polished antechamber. It was nothing like a natural cave, it almost resembled an ancient Daedric temple, though it was somehow more... bright. Carvings and columns of curious complexity rose on either side of her path, all leading up to a grand staircase on the opposite end of the chamber from where she had fallen. The stairs seemed to have been made for somebody much taller, and Kala had to struggle to climb them one at a time, but curiosity compelled her onwards.

Some of the stairs set off traps. Some of the columns fell as she passed. The area she was in was heavily trapped despite no triggers being visible anywhere; but every time, luck kept Kala out of the worst of it. She got lightly charred, lost a couple whiskers, but always she survived. Eventually she reached the top of the stairs and saw a much more reasonably sized shrine before her.

Atop it was a gauntlet.

Kala stared at it, polished gold surface reflecting her face. She looked a mess, weary eyes slit with worry; fur frazzled and dirty; tail stiff; she'd be winning no beauty pageants even from the most ardent khajit fetishists. She looked pathetic. The gauntlet, though, it looked powerful. Stories of ancient dwarf weapons, of daedric artifacts, of supremely powerful tools ancient and forgotten ran through her mind as she looked it over. If it was truly miraculous, maybe it could even save the dying.

Take it.

The voice was distant, and not entirely foreign. A small part of her wondered if the artifact was taking control, but Kala couldn't deny that she wanted it, wanted at least a chance, even without any nudging. She picked up the gauntlet, wincing as she waited for some kind of trap to activate, then breathing a sigh of relief when nothing happened.

She put the gauntlet on. It fit perfectly, it was like wearing nothing at all. Even on her skinny arms, the spiked and shining material radiated power, and Kala reached her hand out in a power gesture, shouting 'HEAL!'

...Nothing happened.

Kala supposed it might be a bit unrealistic to suspect user friendliness.

As she turned to take her prize, however, a crack appeared above the altar. Not in the ceiling or walls, but seemingly in the air itself. From it, a voice more deep and soulful than any she could imagine spoke to her.

Chosen of the gauntlet, know the truth of your quest.

Worlds, no, entire universes in the past have succumbed to poison and died.

Though, the decayed remains of what its inhabitants once called 'everything' linger.

And they possess power.

Power to guide their successors.

Or destroy it.

Six singularities exist inside this world. Within each of them is power unimaginable. Within all of them is the ability to make THIS world perfect and eternal.

So long as they find their way into the hand of the right candidate.

This gauntlet was made for the purpose of channeling them, perfectly and safely, so that one of pure heart might wield them well. It's design was stolen from a world as foreign to us as we would be to those who once inhabited the singularities you must now seek, but it's design is... universal.

Seek the gems.

To aid you in your quest, I have something to start you off.

The Space Stone, the miraculous stone I once found in this very cave.

Take its power, and save the world.

The Dark one comes.

The voice rang in Kala's ears even as it faded away, replaced with a rending sound as the tear in the air slowly collapsed in on itself. Eventually, the rent in space collapsed, replaced with a bright blue stone hovering gently before her. Now that she knew what it was, and what it meant, Kala wondered if she was worthy of such a thing... before deciding that she'd simply have to be.

The khajit reached out and touched the stone, instantly feeling as though her being were scattered across the cave and beyond. Briefly, she felt connected with everywhere she had ever been, mind screaming at her as faces, forces, and lights screamed in every bit of her consciousness. Just enough, just exactly enough was familiar to her that she managed to put the stone in the gauntlet, and the visions faded.

"I'm okay! I'm okay..." Kala spoke aloud to comfort herself, and was surprised to hear her voice was not what it had been. Experimentally, she sung a few bars of an old marching song, marveling at the quality of her speech. Her voice was deep and resonant, husky... and almost effortlessly sexy. She could feel the slowed yet somehow powerful vibration of her vocal cords on every word, and even when she stopped singing and just started to recite from an old book she once read, her voice still sounded lyrical and enticing.

Kala laughed, a booming, beautiful sound that filled the cavern and echoed back at her. Singularities cause voice deepening. Who knew? Kala realized how much she must sound like the voice from the rent in space, and that they must have been using the stone when the spoke. That ruled out figuring out who it was, then, but that didn't matter so much. Kala had been given a job to do, it didn't matter who it was from.

She focused on the stone now in her gauntlet. When she grasped it, she saw all the places she had ever been... and more besides. She was a well traveled woman, she'd escorted caravans all across Tamriel, apparently that was enough to keep her grounded as visions swam past.

Visions which included other stones which shone just like hers.

One was close.

More importantly, that one was being used for evil.

In her glimpse, Kala saw slaves, whips, and misery. It would be a fitting first visit.

After she got out of here.

Kala held the gauntlet high, tapping into the power of her new stone, and teleported.

A few feet.

Over one of the stairs.

Where she fell in a heap.

And compressed into the floor slightly.

The khajit stood back up, brushing herself off, and tentatively pulled at her normal hand with her gauntleted one.

The arm lengthened.

"So!" Kala said in a voice so like honey she almost didn't hear her own annoyance, "Powers include teleportation and stretching. Powers do NOT include good control of it." She looked out over the stairs that had taken her hours to climb, and the passageways at the far end of the cave beyond her. "Well, at least there's plenty of space to practice." Kala teleported again, this time onto the next stair intentionally.

She still missed, appearing above it and starting to fall, but this time she managed to freeze her position inches above it.

"See, I'm learning already."

(end chapter one, waka waka!)

Nakeem hated the maid outfit. One fucking pervert writes a book and an entire species never lives it down. She hated that story and she hated maid outfits even before she was captured. Now, though, she had much worse problems. She HATED the bandit king. She HATED being a slave in the first place. She HATED every degrading bit of work she had to do in aid of narcissistic bastards who couldn't care if she lived or died.

By contrast, she merely hated the maid outfit.

She should come up with new words.

Nakeem didn't even know how it had happened. One moment she was at home, a lovely little Argonian village on the outskirts of Cyrodiil, the next some mad redguard with long hair and too many belts decides he should invade their city singlehandedly.

That wouldn't be worth getting out of bed for, except he won somehow.

Buildings, weapons, even people seemed to move the very instant he wanted them to. No assassin could ever sneak up on him, no person could begin to foment revolution. He controlled not just their possessions, but their secrets. The king often made a show of answering their thoughts aloud, just to show his power and how far their prison extended.

So, Nakeem would dust the ugly vases wearing her stupid maid outfit, and she would pray really hard that something would change, since that was just about the only thing that didn't get tortured.

"People of Tamriel, I have heard your pleas!" the voice of a god called forth. The sound was deep and smooth and resonated around the camp, shaking all the tents that took the place of the now ruined buildings and sinking in to every argonian in the area. Nakeem shuddered, it was the kind of voice that made you want to believe everything would be alright. She hoped it wasn't the bandit king speaking into her mind.

The vase Nakeem was working on flew outside, the argonian chasing it into the courtyard, there she saw a khajit standing alone, wearing only tattered rags and wielding only a golden glove. The vase slammed her square in the head and shattered, the lone hero not even blinking.

"SHADDUP you idiot! It's only like 11 in the morning!" the bandit king emerged with cucumbers on his eyes and malice in his mouth. "Who the hell complains early, and why do you still have your spleen?"

"Evil bandit king!" the khajit spoke in heroic tones, "I, Kala the valiant, have come to end your reign and free your people. The power you wield is not yours by right, not so long as you wield it maliciously, not so long as you wield it foolishly, selfishly, and other adverbs that are bad! Prepare to fade into history... guy whose name I don't actually know!"

Damn her voice was sexy. Nakeem was pretty sure she blocked out a couple words of that speech and only heard the pretty. The argonian risked openly rooting for the lone warrior, even if the bandit king was unstoppable.

"Holy tits, bitch, you actually thought that before you said it. I wanted to insult you, but I don't even think you'd get it. Ugh, this is so tedious. Alright, time to lose your spleen." the bright yellow buckle on the king's largest belt glowed brightly, it always did when he was using his powers hard, and Nakeem looked away from the gory sight.

"You know you swear too much? My spleen is staying right where it is, and so are these lovely argonians. It's YOU who needs to leave." the interloper's voice remained perfectly even.

"No, just... like... hold on. Almost got it."

"Uh-huh."

The khajit was completely ignoring the attack! Nakeem had seen dissenters literally turned inside out, and this 'Kala' didn't seem to care at all. She made a motion as though checking her watch, looking at the top of her gauntlet where Nakeem caught the faintest sparkle of blue; even as the flash of yellow from the bandit king grew to a brighter and brighter crescendo... before stopping.

"Alright, why can't I hurt you?" the bandit king asked.

"I possess the same sort of powers you do. I can fix my body's location in space, you could sooner move the heavens than move me." Kala boasted.

"You're a god, too?!?" the bandit king almost bowed.

"What? NO! Neither are you. At best, we're, like, 1/6th of a god maybe? Come on man, don't make this weird, I just wanted to beat you up a bit." Kala added silently 'and take your stone.'

The bandit king righted himself, standing proud and wiping the cucumbers from his eyes. "I'd sooner die a THOUSAND times, I can't move you, but I bet I can hurt you!" Blue and yellow flared, and the fight began in earnest.

The bandit king flung object after object as the khajit slowly marched towards him. The first few simply bounced off, but eventually the king started thinking, and varied his attacks. Shards of glass struck her at multiple angles, drawing blood. Kala looked at her cuts, as though not quite believing them, before vanishing from the scene.

The king smiled, before sensing the appearance of thoughts behind him and rocketing into the air by levitating himself, narrowly avoiding a gauntleted punch. The khajit kept up the assault, teleporting above him and diving down, to the sides, each time he caught her thoughts the second before and rocketed out of the way.

Kala concocted a desperate plan, teleporting high into the air and falling to terminal velocity, before warping once again and allowing her conserved momentum to launch her at the king at incredible speed. She found herself wrapped in several layers of tentcloth at her destination, the king anticipating the attack and slowing her enough to dodge handily once again.

An aura of glass began to surround Kala, countless shards levitated into a sphere around her and prepared to strike. The bandit flared his energy and prepared to strike, ready to run her through, and the khajit made a blind teleport, realizing the danger of being unable to see inside the cloth.

Nakeem wondered where she went for only a half second, before feeling something soft and furry behind her. The khajit's heart was racing. She was putting on a brave face, being the hero, but was pushing herself to her limits. Close like this, Nakeem could see it in her eyes, the strain.

"Do... you need some help?" Nakeem asked before she could stop herself. Ah well, she didn't enjoy living that much anyway.

Instantly, Nakeem was pulled off her feet, hovering next to the bandit king as she bit her lip to keep from screaming. The scales were slowly being pulled from her leg, one at a time.

"Well well, a volunteer," the bandit king spoke, "okay, hero, I have a hostage now. You're going to need to leave, or at least surrender, otherwise I'm killing her. Then killing the next. And the next and the next until you have no reason to continue anyway."

"No you won't," Kala spoke with conviction and Nakeem almost believed that voice, but she had seen what the bandit king would do.

"You think I'm bluffing?" the bandit looked incredulous.

"No. I think you're smart. I think you have self preservation. I think..." Kala turned to a tent, putting her gauntleted hand upon it and watching it disappear. "You want me to have an incentive to leave this area intact. If people start dying, I've got no reason not to teleport this entire area into the depths of space. I can be back in a second. You'll take significantly longer. Tell me, king, you've got a lot of powers. Is one of them the ability to breathe in space?"

She was serious. The bandit king read her thoughts, and now all he could hear was his own. She was SERIOUS. The only thing keeping her from winning outright, killing him instantly despite all his power, was her need to actually do some good with it. It was... disgusting. That he be so weak, that she be so strong, all of it.

He was actually starting to get mad.

Naveem fell, and the ground cracked. She was fine, instead, massive chunks of earth flew up, orbiting around the bandit king as he floated gently off the ground, arms spread wide. The earth flattened into a hundred razor thin discs, orbiting around him as he said, "FINE, Let's have you regret your fair fight, then, it will be a matter of pride for me to be the valiant one, beating the egotist foolishly holding back, I leave nothing aside, now come for me!"

Kala didn't have to be told twice, teleporting to the side to avoid the first of the discs, blinking back and forth faster than she could even parse to avoid the barrage. The attacks came hard and fast, and dodging became increasingly difficult. She didn't have to care where she dodged to, that was the only solace. If she knew where she was going, so would the bandit king, and so she would get hit. On the defensive, she could survive... but she could only survive.

Fearing collateral damage, she chanced attacking the bandit king, just once, but the need to plan what to do allowed him to get her... hard. She nearly lost a breast, it sheared almost entirely off as she gushed blood from the wound. Surprised reflexes sent her zig-zagging back, popping in and out of space and preventing a deadly follow up, but she was now on a timer. She might actually bleed out.

Nakeem... had an idea. Despite its speed, she could follow the battle, and Kala couldn't attack. What's worse, because she had tried, she now needed to, soon. So Nakeem -needed- her idea. She just hoped it would work.

"EVERYONE! Nakeem shouted. Remember your plans! Every one of us, every man woman and child, have fantasized about killing this bastard. Think about your plans to do so now, as hard as you can!"

Nakeems familiar voice rung over the din of battle, the argonians of the village realizing her plan and thinking hard, from their disguised positions. All of them, an audience of hundreds, looking at the floating engine of destruction that was the bandit king and beaming their contempt at him.

'So I'll teleport above him and stomp him flat with my claws.'

'I'll teleport inside him and rip him apart.'

'I'll leave, wait until he calms down, then get him in his sleep with a trained unthinking animal!'

'I'll hide behind one of those discs, the surprise will keep him from realizing my space even if he can sense my presence!'

'I'll teleport behind him, take the hit, and kill him with my last breath.'

'I'll teleport...'

'I'll wait until...'

'I'll random walk towards...'

'I'll...'

'I'll...'

'I'll...

It was too much. There were too many plans. None of them would work. Many of them didn't need to be stopped. But he couldn't see all of the ones that did need to be stopped. Couldn't tell where they were coming from. Dammit why did that khajit have to have such a nice voice, he had actually listened to her rather than memorizing the very different voice of her thoughts. He spun the discs faster, creating a razor shield around him, clipping very close to his own skin, almost cutting himself to ribbons, anything to shield him from getting struck while he sorted through the plans, trying to grab onto the train of thought he sought.

"It's over," the voice shone through the din, a golden hand upon him. The hand was attached to an arm that extended fifty feet into the distance, stretched all the way from the distant khajit. Stretching, not teleportation. He had discarded the thoughts that used other powers as irrelevant. And now he'd lost.

The discs... couldn't cut through the gauntlet. His close range shield was worse than useless. He couldn't even feel his stone anymore, the remains of his last command slowing and fading as one golden finger reached down and scooped it off his buckle, affixing it into the gauntlet.

The bandit king fell to his knees, ready to beg. "Don't look at me. Kill me if you must, just don't look at me." he sobbed as his hair fell out and the belts across him snapped. Nakeem couldn't help look, she didn't even need to spite him, so much as she could resist after a command like that. Before her eyes, he grew bald... and fat... with a scraggly, greasy beard and none of the style he'd commanded as king.

Kala looked away.

"I won't look at you OR kill you, but I will leave you to the people you've abused. They're the ones who deserve to decide justice here, not me, it's enough for me that you're stopped." Kala stepped away from the bandit king.

So did Nakeem.

"Wait," Nakeem said, not sure why, "take me with you. I can help you, or... help somebody. There's nothing for me here anymore, and you're still bleeding out."

Kala stopped. She seemed to consider a moment, before saying aloud, "Alright."

It was the most beautiful thing Nakeem had ever heard. She grabbed the shoulder of her savior, and they disappeared.

(End chapter 2. Next up, 2.5 - actual sex happens...)

Nakeem stood before her hero. Saved from a life of slavery, now promised to partner with a khajit wielding impossible partners. It would probably be more difficult, but now it was her choice. She had teleported them away from her last conquest, placing them in some kind of ancient temple full of sprung traps and high ceilings. Nakeem wondered if this was where Kala was worshipped in ancient times.

Kala was sweaty, beaten, and tired. She had half a tit missing and was slowly bleeding out, her eyes were starting to glaze over and she looked like she might pass out. Her outfit was hilariously mismatched, old rags still barely hanging on and one gauntleted hand shining gold lending her a sense of twisted asymmetry. Yet even like this, Nakeem thought she was beautiful... probably not a goddess, though.

For one, goddesses don't urgently need medical attention. Nakeem tried to remember everything she knew about spells, calling to mind a healing spell and ineptly attempting to patch up the khajit. It... sort of worked, but it left ugly welts and had her target screaming in agony. Nakeem lamented her uselessness, trying to remember anything that would let her work better, before finally making it through and patching up her partner.

It would definitely scar. It still looked painful. Nakeem knew she had done a terrible job.

"Thank you," Kala spoke, her voice still like salve to the soul.

"But, it's awful..." Nakeem aplogized.

"I'm alive, that's enough. Besides, vanity didn't serve the bandit king well in the end, did it?" Kala laughed.

"I guess not," Nakeem laughed along.

"So, uh, I like your outfit," Kala said.

Nakeem was mortified. She was still wearing that ridiculous maid outfit the bandit king demanded.

But... if Kala liked it, it couldn't be all bad.

"Thanks. You look, uh..." Nakeem stammered, "Well I like your gauntlet."

"Yeah?" Kala nodded, "It's supposed to be the best way to control these stones. Still tough though. I haven't used the one I got from the king yet because I'm not sure I'm ready to read minds accidentally. That's why I went to this isolated spot."

"Is that why you brought me along? For practice?" Nakeem's heart fell.

"What? No. I was gonna wait until you were out of here, I don't want to read your mind accidentally. I brought you because you seem nice."

It wasn't the biggest compliment, but it made the argonian's heart soar, "Um... I can't think of anything I would mind you reading from me, actually."

Kala just smiled, "Alright then, I guess I'll fire it up."

Yellow light shone from the gauntlet on Kala's hand, engulfing her and blinding Nakeem momentarily, before slowly calming down and leaving them standing once again by the temple altar.

Well, Nakeem was standing, Kala was floating an inch or two off the ground.

"I feel very strange," Kala said.

"You look strange," Nakeem agreed, there was something surreal about the battered form before her floating like a holy angel.

As if in answer to her thoughts, yellow light flared again, and a change began across Kala.

The wounds and scar tissue from Nakeen's inept healing sloughed off as the rags Kala had worn began to unravel. The burnt flesh and tattered fabric both crumbling into dust away from the cat's blazing body. Kala was suddenly as naked as the day she was born... aside from her gauntlet.

Kala's malformed breast was the first to change. From where it was missing a chunk, new flesh billowed out. The heroine's breasts slowly smoothing, expanding, and evening out. The wounded one grew first, new tissue growing in to replace the lost parts... then continuing until becoming absurdly massive by khajit standards. Then the other breast slowly evened out. Becoming rounder, smoother, perkier...

Nakeem wasn't that into mammal stuff, but looking at Kala's chest... it was amazing. Perfectly round, perfectly perky, and so large too. It was a marvel that they held up as well as they did, but they did. Perfect E-cup breasts hanging free in a pose that simultaneously mimicked the most flattering of shapewear and looked completely natural. Even the fur on top of them looked too soft to believe.

Nakeem found herself reaching out unwittingly, needing to touch those perfect mounds, when a ripple ran through Kala's fur, surprising her. The wave continued spreading throughout the khajit's form, leaving nothing obvious out of place... but as Nakeem looked closer, the fur looked so much more enticing. It was becoming silkier before her eyes. Glossier, smoother, it didn't just radiate a healthy glow, it looked like the kind of thing Lords of Tamriel spent their estates just trying to feel. Kala's pattern was largely simple and without note, but with the sheen radiating from her now it felt rock solid. Comforting, the spine behind impossibly delicate beauty.

Kala just smiled as she waited for what happened next, she had figured out what was happening now, and was very ready to embrace it. She felt her face begin to change, first. Her bone structure narrowed, cracking painlessly. Her eyelashes lengthened before her eyes, emerging into her view. Teeth sharpened and tingled as all the wear and use of a lifetime vanished. Kala wanted to look at herself, wanted to see how her teeth must have sharpened, and her structure must look beautiful and ethereal, and her whiskers must be oh-so-cutesy... but she wanted to see it in Nakeem's face instead. In the Argonian's beaming, drooling face.

She must look good.

Nakeem was in love. Well, that probably wasn't news, Nakeem might have been in love since she got rescued from a life of servitude. She was definitely in love since she saw her savior's kind soul and accessible demeanor. Nakeem was in LUST. Every part of Kala was perfect. Too perfect. Nakeem wanted to bow to the ground and slide her fingers under the floating cat to play with her little paw pads. She imagined they'd feel like the clouds of heaven. Nakeem wanted to run hands up and down Kala's delicately smooth thighs and never stop. She wanted THAT.

'Oh, hey, I think the powers are coming in.' A voice resonated inside Nakeem's head. Unlike Kala's impossibly sexy real voice, this voice was simple, sweet, normal. It was like talking to an old friend. It made Nakeem's realization much less embarrassing.

'Wanna guess what the first thought I ever read was?' Kala asked playfully.

'I'm pretty sure I know,' Nakeem thought, turning flush with embarrassment.

'Well, do you want to say anything, or am I expected to just read your mind?' Kala teased, leaning her chest closer to Nakeem.

'aljklajfdslankmenavmnw'

'Iiii think the gauntlet might have broken?' Kala seemed taken aback.

'No, no that was just a seven chariot pileup in my brain, yes, please, let's do things.' Nakeem forced herself to breathe.

Kala just smiled. "I think you might be feeling a bit too intimidated, let me try to help," The khajit reached out with her gauntleted hand, placing it on Nakeem's shoulder. A tingle ran through the argonian as she looked down. The scales the bandit king had pulled off of her earlier had grown back, and they looked a little shinier? Nakeem stared in bewilderment as the sheen ran up her own leg... before there was a snap and she was back to normal. The scales restored, but dull and a little dusty.

"Aww, I guess I can't share my beauty, yet," Kala pouted, "I'll need a couple more stones for that I guess. Well, I suppose there is one way I can share my beauty with you."

A flirting look on the khajit's supernaturally gorgeous face was too much, and nakeem jumped into her arms, sending her floating dear spinning through the air. She was so soft, and she was so delicate, but she was so powerful and Nakeem just got lost, nestled into those glorious tits as she rubbed herself over every inch of her glorious savior.

She could have kept at it for hours, but eventually a question came, "Do, uh, do you want to actually have sex?"

Nakeem appreciated the 'uh', a voice like that asking that question you couldn't say no to, otherwise, and the argonian wanted to FEEL her yes before she said it. She liked the weight of it.

"Absolutely."

Kala lay back on the altar, still unwittingly floating slightly as she beckoned for Nakeem to follow her. Nakeem didn't fancy lying on freezing stone, so she just jumped right on her fluffy partner. Kala actually seemed shocked as Nakeem let her tongue out and started slowly teasing Kala's nipples, and Nakeem grinned at being able to surprise such a specimen.

The argonian reached her hand down, gently moving her fingers around Kala's pussy as her mouth tended to the breasts. The poor cat was already gasping as Nakeem ditched her maid outfit with one hand, gently nipping Kala's breasts. They were as absurdly, perfectly soft as she had dreamed; and she liked to think that came with an appropriate amount of sensitivity.

Kala was wet. Those mere seconds of teasing were already enough, and Nakeem proudly played her fingers against her partner's rapidly moistening clit. Seeing somebody so powerful, so amazing be so vulnerable to her touch... it was enticing. Nakeem ventured penetration, sticking just a finger into Kala's vagina to see how it felt. It was absurdly tight, and powerful. Still all softness and sliding, but it radiated a force, and both parties shuddered.

Nakeem shifted positions, moving herself up and riding Kala's face as she bent over, leaning across those perfect boobs and running her hands up and down those thighs like she had promised... before burying her face and eating Kala out. Kala flexed and quivered with every flick of Nakeem's forked tongue, and the argonian puffed with pride at having an angel be putty in her mouth. She kept at it, going for every fold until she found it. The right tap of the clit, the right pull of the sides, and a delicate flick of this one little point a few inches in.

Kala's moans shook the cavern. Naveem had found her g-spot and was raiding it brutally, leaving the khajit gasping and screaming in pleasure. Her deep voice alone began to vibrate the ex-maid's own nethers, sending a gasp of pleasure through her and a rivulet of juice into Kala's mouth. Naveem was delicious. Kala stuck her tongue out, using telekinesis to pull it further and further, stretching in recklessly as her orgasm's approach made her crave yet more pleasure.

Kala plunged her tongue into the slit sitting on her face. Deep, deeper, filling it up entirely as she licked the sides recklessly. Nakeem jolted in shock, losing some control of herself... and punishing Kala by intensifying once again.

Deep and high, their voices reached a crescendo as the screamed. It was too much. Kala went over the edge, clamping hard around the tongue as she came, hard, spraying down Nakeem's mouth and all down her face while Nakeem did the same, the out of control feeling of being filled and being victorious over all that beauty overwhelmed her, and Nakeem came as well.

Kala's orgasm continued for almost a whole minute, refusing to let the lizard go; and Nakeem's orgasm continued as well, unwilling to be the first to stop. It wasn't a long session, but it was amazing. Nakeem curled up on top of Kala, the sheer joy of simply touching her not at all diminished in the aftermath of mind bending pleasure, and for the first time since arriving she felt herself relax.

"Thank you," Kala panted.

"That's my line," Nakeem jokingly returned.

"It's just, that was my first time." Kala said.

"Oh," Nakeem said.

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