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Ready, we begin the ritual, but nothing happens. "Why won't it work!?" Makari spits out. Krinrah suggests "It must be a silence spell, or problems with the triangulation- we'll have to go all the way back to be certain." We begin sneaking away into the shadows filling the valley, and trudge for hours back over the desert, furtively watching for enemies while sticking close to the canyon walls. The darkness is in our favor, spreading out from the cliffs, pooling under them as the sun has barely risen in the hours we've been here. Once again we pause at a safe mid-point, covered by cloaks around a cluster of boulders, when we see a strange thing flying in the distance. "Is that a moth!?" It is hard to judge perspective without reference, but it appears to be a giant moth with something on its back, far from us. However, it passes quickly, apparently heading toward whence we just left. We keep hiding for a minute more, but see nothing else fly over, and hurry to the plaza so Makari can begin the ritual. "Give me a minute to set up things here.... OK, everyone get ready..." We hold hands again while Makari is adjusting the device and-

fall slightly, nearly toppling over together. Makari curses about minor adjustments to the mechanism, and we wobbly around dizzy for a few minutes before we realize there is a crowd. The entire clan appears around us, straggling in from whatever they were doing, and begin cheering when they see we are safe, chanting "Moon walkers!" and various things in Ta'agra. Clan Mother grabs Makari and they communicate in some secret sign language, as it is too noisy to talk. Jidargo and Krinrah walk off into the crowd, showing their dusty clothes, and then Clan Mother gathers us up to go to the bath house. Inside is damp and cool, and once again we travelers shamelessly get naked in the changing room, and take a communal bath while clan mother sits and questions us- "I assume you succeeded." "I have the ring..." said Zinni, taking it out of her inventory for examination- "but not my mother, except as bones." Clan mother matches the lack of emotion- "Unfortunate, but at least expected... the third thing, the knowledge?" "We made notes on what we saw, and can make more now... other than that, well, while they were... gathering bones, I emptied almost everything from my inventory and filled it with books that looked useful, things written on Jone." Their eyes get wide at this. Zinni continues- "The city we saw was abandoned, there were no colonists, they moved, or vanished like the Dwarves." Knowing we lacked enough information to speculate, we relax and mention minor things, but I have a thought- "Clan mother, there is something I don't understand- at the shrine there..." and then I briefly went over the events with the voice and winged twilights. She makes no expression- "Hmm, yes, that is mysterious." Krinrah grins- "Perhaps it was another power... like Mafala, prince of sex and lies and murder." Makari splashes water over herself- "Conversely, she rules over lovemaking, secrets, and justified execution, is matron of clan mothers, like me- I will be." Zinni floats on her back- "She is also maker of the Ring of Khajiit, so perhaps she was spinning her webs to return her artifact to the Arena." I'm more skeptical- "One Prince invading the shrine of another? Perhaps it was simply a mad wizard- we saw the moth-ship flying by, the Altmer might send nutty scientists there..." Makari laughs, washing my bits to distract me, "You said dabbling in the daedric realm was foolish, so don't worry about it. We aren't important enough for a god to grudge against." "Unimportant? We helped retrieve one of the great artifacts!" Zinni breaks in- "Ahem, yes- speaking of this, it all must stay secret, I am happy to share my books as payment for your contributions, but the only non-Khajiit that can know is that one." gesturing at me. "Secret!? There are fifty Khajiit out there!" I laugh. "Hrothmund, please, they're our family, if you trust them with your life, you can trust them with Khajiit mysteries." Makari says pinching me, and clan mother speaks patiently- "Indeed, do you not think that I know who feeds information to the Thalmor? We keep many secrets- we are very sneaky." "Well, nobody would believe us, so no point in bragging."

We finish and dry off, and pull out spare clean clothes. When we get outside they are already having a feast! I whisper to Makari- "Why are they so excited? I know it was an adventure..." She sighs- "We succeeded in doing what Khajiit are meant to do, we grow up knowing that we must tend to the moons, and to know that now we can return, regardless of Dominion or Empire..." "But.. it's dead, there's no food..." "The part we saw. Do you think all of Elseweyr is barren? This valley is small and hidden in the desert-" Kittens run up all talking at once- "Take us on the wings of Khenarthi, Captain Walker!" "Can you show us how to moonwalk too?" "Are there robots? We know how to talk to them! Bah wah weep grah nah weep ninnybong!" I loudly whisper- "What the hell are they chattering about!?" She shrugs- "You know how kids are, they read too many picture books!" "I wasn't allowed to have those... everything had to be educational." They gasp in horror and shake their heads in pity. "No wonder he's so weird!"

We decide to rest in town the next few days. The the arcane experts are busy reading the books in secret in the mayor's house. I leave them to it, taking time to socialize and tell stories of our brief adventure. A woodcarver makes a heavily decorated casket for Zinni to put her mom's bones in, with carvings relating parts of our adventure. This is a great honor, as the desert tribes do not have wood to use for such things, burying the dead in colorful cloth instead. We clear out the front room on the bottom floor, with only the casket on a table with candles. Zinni doesn't cry, that I see, but is sad.

On the next morning, we have breakfast, then Zinni asks us to talk in our bedroom in private. "I hope I haven't interrrupted conjugal time in sharing your bed." "No, we can have sex in lots of places, not just in bed!" "Yes, Hrothmund is not shy, he has joined in our parties before." "Oh... welll... would you mind sharing more than just your blankets?" she says with a lecherous grin. "Oh no" says Makari, who starts fondling me. Since it was morning I was already half hard, and she whips it out to brag about. "Oooh, it's so big and smooth!" Zinni says, and starts to play with it. I grunt- "You're so small, I feel kind of dirty..." which is true, she's not even four feet tall, although her body is proportionately adult. She laughs and makes a stereotypical 'old person' voice- "Oh, if you don't want a little girl you can pretend I'm a little old lady!" "Ugh, that's gross too! How old are you, anyhow?" "Almost twenty... I think. I have tits, so I'm old enough to do this." she says cheerfully, and examines our bits, working out how to make them go together. At this point I'm as curious as horny, and glance over at Makari, who watches us with a perverted grin- "What do you think, kitten?" "Meow."

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My penis didn't have any issues, but then it seldom does. I certainly felt more hesitation in leaving Makari out of it, but she was obviously interested in watching. The little Dagi quickly stripped, her cheetah pelt white in the front and pale yellow with spots on her back. I stripped what little I had as well, and sat in our bed on the floor. She eagerly straddled me, not even bothering with foreplay- "Have you done this before?" "Oh, yes, plenty of big men, big cats, big cocks..." Hmm, a size queen. At least she's short enough to make average sized guys feel like mighty gods of cock, haha. Her slim thighs slip around me as she lowered herself, leaning back to watch my shaft slip in between her lower lips as she worked her way down. I remained sitting cross legged while she did this, hands gripping the blankets as I felt my stiff cock slip inside the tight wet heat. It started to smell of sweat and horny Khajiit, Makari was gleefully playing with herself and the little cat's wet horniness was starting to drip down onto my balls as she finally reached the bottom of my shaft. Her arms held me tightly and her furry face pressed against my chest, hot breath blowing on my skin. I could feel my head meeting her cervix, rubbing against it as she worked up and down, gently stretching to take my girth. "Mmm, good and fat but not too long, that's just what I need... I'm ready to get rrrrrough..." she growls, and I agree. "Oh, right, remember the safe word is 'Argonian Maid'." It was nothing for me to pick her up, still inside her, simply uncrossing my legs and getting my feet under me, then quickly rising straight up. She had her arms and legs around me, but I could hold her easily with my hands on her rump, and she loosened her grip, and I started bouncing her up and down. Her soft belly fuzz felt smooth against my abdomen, and her (only relatively) little tits jiggled, her hard nipples skittering on my skin. We were both grunting and gasping. My muscles weren't warmed up enough to do this for long without pulling something, and I desperately wanted some sort of furniture to throw her down on. The house was nearly empty of it, we simply kept clothes in baskets instead of drawers, and the bed was just a mattress on the floor, which left... the kitchen table. Oh sure I could just lean up against a wall, but it never hurts to remind the clan I'm no stray kitten... Their eyes got big as saucers as I casually knocked the curtain aside (not enough wood here to have doors inside the house!) and strolled down the stairs. Some cousins I barely talk to are chattering away over roast rabbit at one end, but the nearest is clean and I drop Zinni onto her back, grinning when I see it's the perfect height. The two Khajiit stop talking and glance over sideways, suddenly stiff in various ways. I ignore them and pull her legs up, but they're only long enough to get her knees in the crook of my elbow. Rapidly doing mental geometry I adjust my angle of attack, simply grabbing her by her tiny ankles with my big rough smith hands, which made her moan and roll her eyes back, and then start plowing her like a hungry mule. She squealed and clawed at the table as I pushed her legs back, driving in all the way and smacking into her cervix with each thrust. I noticed her dig her claws in to keep from being slid along the table by my eagerness, and I briefly imagined the comic motions of sliding her back down, or her flying off my cock with one big thrust, sliding along the table clear off the other end. She starts squeaking and and shuddering, and I feel the already tight cunt grab my cock more as she starts to yowl out an orgasm. I could go a bit longer, but pump out my load to push her over the top, a few good thrusts and my Nord seed shoots inside her Khajiit pussy, with so little room it quickly slops back out around my shaft, and I feel it rolling down between her cheeks. Satisfied, I stand there panting and huffing, pulling out when I get limp and leave her there, just as flaccid. I turn, and Makari is behind me, wide eyed with one hand still twitching in her crotch, and she says "You need to do me like that more often." I shrug, and scoop the Suthay up- "Oh, well you're a little bigger but I think I can manage the next time you fancy a rough tumble." "Ooh!" "Say, do you think she'll be OK?" I ask as I set her back down, muscles still not ready for more work. We glance at the Dagi, who mumbles- "Oh I'm great, just need water... whoever gets me some gets sloppy seconds..." and the two Khajiit still sitting like rocks at the end of the table jump up, wrestling to claim the prize. "Ah, well, good, cheerio then. I need some pants, it's a wee bit nippy this morning." I say, and Makari snorts "You've been living near Bretons too long, what kind of Nord talks like that?"

I just roll my eyes and go upstairs while she watches the morning's entertainment.