Khajiit Like To...
Khajiit have some good ideas sometimes.
Khajiit Like To...
Updated July 27th 2015
"Come now, you have known S'Jirr for a very long time. Would Khajiit ever steer you wrong? We will find an answer."
The feline grin was unsettling, yet comforting at the same time. Jarvis had never figured out how those two qualities mixed so well. Sharp fangs and slitted eyes made the Khajiit look like he wanted to eat the human right up. But the eyes were bright and ears perked and the cat was right. They'd known each other for ages and Jarvis trusted him.
He smiled and twisted the tie of his armor between his fingertips. "No, Jirr. You've always been great. It just..." he started to say, but the Khajiit cut him off.
"You have no self confidence," Jirr said kindly. "Jirr knows. Jirr helps." He patted the man's back. "Khajiit tries to train you to fight now, but..." He made a face. "Not too good at it. Not good at building either. A sharp mind but no good at twisting magicka. Your father said to get out now that you are grown. Make your own way. So Jirr helps."
Jirr waggled a finger with mock drama. "Jirr has helped much and spent a lot of gold. Jirr very much wants his bestest friend to be happy," he said, wrapping an affectionate arm across Jarvis's shoulders.
The man smiled and looked at Jirr. "You've helped hugely. I just wish I were good at something. You even had me try being a body worker," he said, blushing. "Loved it, but couldn't make as much money as a Khajiit since it takes me so much time to rest after." He fondly remembered his first gig. The Khajiit lass quite enjoyed, but he didn't satisfy her. She knew she'd be getting new blood so she was fine with it, but he felt inadequate. Being new blood only lasted for a short time. His lack of prowess and long resting time after working signaled defeat only a few jobs in.
"You loved doing that?" Jirr asked, looking surprised. "This one thought it was shame that held you back, that you hated it."
He looked at Jirr suspiciously, thinking himself teased, but the feline features and perked ears indicated genuine surprise. This was news to Jirr. "Well, yes. It was really fun and it felt so good. If I wasn't so horrid at it, I'd love to do it."
Jirr's features crinkled into his thoughtful face. Jarvis could almost see the thoughts running around in his kitty head, ears flicking this way and that as he weighed options and possibilities. Then his ears perked. "Jirr... has an idea!" he exclaimed. It was a risk, but hopefully a small one with how strong their friendship was. The potential reward was something the Khajiit had toyed with in his fuzz-topped head for some time. Even if it didn't work out, the chance for it was worth it.
"An id...?" Jarvis started to ask, but Jirr cut him off again.
"Come!! Fight training over!" Jirr exclaimed, grabbing the man's hand and tugging him along. "We go wash at that nice waterfall. Get the gunk off us." He glanced over his shoulder, a new look in his eye and an excited bounce in his step. "Jirr shows you a new thing. Maybe it helps, maybe not. But Jirr tries."
Jarvis couldn't help but be pulled along by the excited Khajiit and the pace quickly found them at the waterfall and standing pool beneath it. The splash of water and the shade encouraged thick moss to grow on the swirling formations of rocks that were worn down by the flow over the ages. Now the water left the rocks be and let the moss have a wonderful place to live.
The moss made an excellent seat or place to lay so the two friends had spent many a lazy afternoon here as Jarvis grew up. In the summer, the water no longer sprayed onto the moss, but the moss was thick enough to wick it up from the pool below and stay lush. So a man and a Khajiit could relax and not get damp, enjoying the sound of the rushing water and the breezes of the day.
Jirr was quick as a lick to strip his own armor off and then went about assisting the inexperienced human out of his borrowed armor. Jirr had not decreed him good enough to warrant buying properly-fitted armor, but if all went well, that would be a concern of the past. Then with everything set aside, armor and training swords in a neat pile, Jirr leaped into the pool, proving that not all cats shunned water.
Jarvis was more controlled in his entry, wading in and settling into the cool water, enjoying the feel of it relaxing his sore muscles. He let out a groan as he realized that he was a good bit bruised and worked over. This was not missed by the perked feline ears as Jirr surfaced.
"Jirr is sorry. Jirr was pushing you to try to make you better," he said, wading through the water to the human. "Jirr hopes his new idea will mean no more bruises for you. This one will be the happiest Khajiit if the idea is a good one." With a full coat of fur he didn't sweat when fighting. His swim was just for fun, not as much for washing. The dust was gone quickly, so he started rubbing the man's bare skin to help him feel better and get clean.
"It's okay, Jirr. I know you care and it's not like Dravin's dad, who beats him because he cares," Jarvis said, vicious sarcasm in his voice at the last few words. The Khajiit's fingers were nimble and besides washing his skin, they were also easing the pain and soreness. This feline was a great friend and good at so many things.
"Jirr does not want to beat you with a practice sword," Jirr said with a look of exaggerated consternation. "Mmm... Jirr will make up for it by beating you in another way, yes?"
The Khajiit made the instant decision that the human was clean enough and scooped the man up in his arms, walking out of the water. The cat had done this since Jarvis first met him and just hadn't stopped even though Jarvis was nearly his size now and grown up.
The man was deposited on a nice spot of moss and shielded himself from the flying water as Jirr gave a mighty shake. Then Jirr showed how sneaky Khajiit were, being right there beside the man even before he realized the shaking was over. A soft touch of a finger and a tickle of a clawtip in a very sensitive place brought a sudden breath in through Jarvis's teeth and got him to turn his attention back to the Khajiit in a heartbeat.
This kind of pleasant touch had developed only recently. The Khajiit was not shy to show his friend the pleasures of the flesh and had introduced him to many females as well. Jarvis could count a good number of pleasant nights with delightful ladies of all the races, though most were single nights with any given person and none had blossomed into more. Jirr did point out that the lady friends he brought were just passing through and looking for a warm bed and a warm person, so why not have his friend enjoy?
Then, during the long spells of no traveling companionship, Jirr found no fault in giving a helping hand to the human. Sometimes a pleasant bit of feline maw. Other folk might be stuck up, but many Khajiit were easy going and laid back and not shy of any bodies in the right company.
It wasn't long at all before Jirr had the man's flesh at attention and his fingers played along the soft skin. But this time felt a little different to Jarvis. Jirr leaned over and licked his jawline and that sent a delightful shiver along his spine.
"Humans have some things easy," Jirr commented with a purr. "Some things, not as much. Poor Jarvis pops and then...!" he said dramatically, waving his hand widely. "And then must rest for so long. Ahh, but Jarvis let Jirr know that he liked being a body worker. But a body worker must be good for the clients. A body worker must satisfy them and must be able to help many enjoy." Jirr licked the man's neck to distract him from the sad he was trying to feel.
"I tried, Jirr. I go off so quickly they're not done yet and it tires me out so," he said with a sigh, though it was very difficult to be sad when your best friend was rubbing you so delightfully.
"Jirr knows. Now Khajiit knows you enjoyed trying too. Jirr rubs you like this and is not satisfied, but Jirr does not seek such. Then you are happy and sleepy and Jirr is happy and snugs you. This one was so silly to think that you should have people swinging swords and spears at you. Now Khajiit has an idea. Jirr will teach you of an even better spear," he said, his nearly-dry fur fluffing a little in excitement.
"Spears instead of swords?" Jarvis asked warily, nearly lost in the moment.
"A very special kind of spear," Jirr purred. "Soon. Here..." He scooted closer to the man and wrapped an arm around his waist, then moved the other to grip his hips. He lifted and drew Jarvis to sit on his furred lap, bare legs spread to either side of the cat's own. Then his hand found the man's flesh from this new angle and fingers curled around it, eliciting a moan that was lost in the rush of the falling water at a distance, but still made feline ears perk.
"Relax, friend," Jirr purred to him, licking along the side of his neck. "Here is a new thing for you..."
A clawed fingertip slid further between the man's legs, tracing around the curve of his balls and then tickling gently across a tight pucker. Jarvis swore he'd just been hit by some kind of super-happy spell, his moan fighting even the waterfall's noise and the twitch of his hips and his shaft giving a positive sign to the conniving Khajiit.
"Jirr thinks his friend likes that. So sensitive. It is good, yes?" His fingertip pressed and rubbed there, massaging the tight muscle and making the human squirm despite a completely still grip on his front.
"Oh, Divines, Jirr, that feels g-good. Why didn't you show me this before?"
Jirr sighed a dramatic sigh. Always good for show, this Khajiit. "Alas, Jirr has claws and has to be very, very careful lest he scratch you. That is much a worry to this one. Even your squirming now makes Khajiit worry." He drew his finger away carefully, cupping the man's sack.
"Oh, d-don't stop," Jarvis said with a small huff as he tried to catch his breath.
A soft tongue slipped up his neck and he shivered. "Jirr was hoping you'd enjoy, and is glad to hear you say that," the cat said, his hands sliding to the man's hips and tugging, repositioning his body just right.
A shift of the Khajiit's hips and the feeling was there again. Different this time, but better. Many types of Khajiit, Jirr included, had spines. At the size of their bodies, the spines were far too large to be sharp or even very hard. Rigid cartilage - like in a human's ear or nose - was sharp and rough at small scale, like on a cat's tongue. On a Khajiit's bits though, the spines were large and flexible, tucked in pockets of skin at rest and pushed out as the feline's ardor grew.
Jarvis had explored Jirr's flesh before. He knew the spines and he had toyed with them with his fingertips, making the kitty squeak and tell him not to play with just one. But the spines were not on his mind, nor was he even really making the connection of what was rubbing his puckered hole now as he just enjoyed the sensation.
Jirr was excited. He was a good Khajiit and enjoyed life. He liked a good female tail of course, but that didn't stop him from enjoying a male. Such dalliances even had the benefit of not having a chance to accidentally make him a father. But he'd been being extra-good, not playing as much with others as he watched over the young human growing up. Then he was a sneaky Khajiit, showing the human how to enjoy a female and helping him have fun as he grew older. But he'd always had a soft spot in his heart for the young man. Then a hard spot in his sheath as the boy grew up. Just never anything beyond a thought and a fleeting fancy until now.
Another shift of hips and the slick tip of the Khajiit slid along the man's skin at the right angle to lodge against the softer, well-massaged spot. Just a quick, sneaky press and both of them were quite happy at the inch that pushed past the tight pucker. A suck in of breath from the man and a hiss of delight from the Khajiit, both lost wholly in the surrounding cacophony.
In the pause for breath, Jirr licked at the man's neck again and let the idea work to sink in deeper than the cat had so far. Best to take this first time slowly, lest something good turn into something bad.
Jarvis was delighted though. The feel of the hot tip pressing in was exquisite. Something he'd never experienced before and he was almost ready to accuse Jirr of hiding it from him. Then the realization that both of Jirr's hands were on his hips reached his happily-fogged mind and he gave a squirm.
"J-Jirr? That... That feels soooooo good, but what is..." His words were delayed by the fact that his squirm enticed the cat to squirm in kind and slide an inch deeper. "...is... mmmm... it...?"
"Mmm, do not tell Jirr that you do not know of his spear. Though maybe you do not recognize it without playing with the spines with your fingers and making Jirr squeak. One spine? Not-good. But this rubs all the spines and is good."
"It's your...?" Jarvis asked, surprised and twisting a little to see the cat. But once again this got a reaction from Jirr and another two inches into the human, cutting the words of the man off with a deep moan of delight.
"Mmmhmm," Jirr managed to purr suavely. "Jirr's spear is what he spoke of. Khajiit thinks you like being poked with this spear much better than being whacked with any sword, yes?" He pulled his hips back and the spines caught and tickled delightfully for the human as he slipped out, making them both moan again
"Mmmf! Do... do that... more..." Jarvis managed to whisper. That was music to the Khajiit's ears and the cat obliged him happily. It didn't take too many pushes and squirms before the next push put fuzzy sheath against a stretched ring and the man delighted in the feeling as Jirr was finally confident in full length thrusts that tickled with more and more extension of his spines each time.
Soon enough, words were left behind as moans and purrs were the language of the moment. Jirr laid back along the curve of the rock, pulling the man back with him so he had more room to rock his hips and enjoy the depths of his friend.
Laying back also let Jarvis savor the soft, hot, furred body against his skin. The new angle didn't feel as forced and he loved it despite not a touch to his own flesh. Females were good and this was good too. Neither was better than the other. Each was different and delightful in its own way.
Ahhh, and of course the good Khajiit would not want to wear his companion out with this first time. Like all cats, he could be a swift kitty and if the situation called for it, go again, and again, and again. But this time? Just a nice, swift, happy kitty.
Jarvis didn't flinch at Jirr's jaws holding his shoulder at the crook of his neck. His mind was not on the danger of such teeth. He trusted his friend and he loved the feeling he had right now. Then he felt Jirr shake and shiver behind him and for half a moment he was almost worried. But the worry was erased as his companion drove delightfully deep and he got his first experience ever of the cat's hot flesh bucking and leaving the kitty's milk deep inside him. The delighted mrowl and other cute noises Jirr made allowed the man to relax and drink in the sensation. That was a sound that told him his feline friend was exceptionally happy.
Hands loosed their grip on his hips and he sucked in a deep, delighted breath. Then Jirr released his neck from the gentle hold of feline jaws and licked frantically as he calmed down.
"Mmm... Jirr is very happy. Is Jarvis happy?"
"Rrr. yes... that felt really good. I still feel you twitching in me! Why does it twitch?"
Jirr grinned widely. "Twitch? Jirr twitches? Ahh, it must be because Jirr is satisfied. Jirr popped ever so delightfully."
"Popped? But what about all the goo?" the man asked, wide-eyed. Ahh, the innocence of youth.
"Deep inside where it belongs. Jirr knows that Jarvis will not have kittens, so Jirr is even more happy."
"Huh... never thought of that. It's like you humped a female, but I'm not a female. But I still like it. And no kittens is good, right?"
"Ahh, Jirr thinks you missed the other important thing," Jirr said, assaulting the man's ear with relentless licks.
"Ack! W-What is th-that?" he asked, squirming again and enticing another hump out of the cat that quickly quelled the squirm and turned it into a moan instead.
"Mmmf... Jirr. Is. Satisfied. Oh, and also you are not tired out and needing to rest. Khajiit don't have that problem so they do well for females. But... mmmm... Jirr could go again. And you're up for it, not all tired out and resting. And Jirr would be satisfied again. Body work that satisfies and can take more than one client, yes?"
"Satis..." he said, the idea dawning. Then he squeaked happily. "Oh! It's like... like... reverse body work? Like if I were a female body worker. I could do that and satisfy people! But I'm not a female." He wilted a little. "Why would anybody want a silly young man for something like this when so many nice shapely females are around?"
"Jirr knows that males flock to the lovely ladies at Dibella's temple, but there are many places with no temples and only ladies who would bear young." He rubbed the man's tummy softly. "South of here, in Elsweyr, caravans of Khajiit merchants and traders travel without a willing tail to warm their flesh for weeks. Females dare not even join them as the wants of the males would bring them kittens so soon."
The feline grinned again, but this time it was a satisfied grin, like he'd caught his very own canary. "Jirr will show you to there. Jirr will help you find clients and help keep you safe. Jirr will be a good Khajiit and help you practice on the way and stay in shape when there. With this one's help, it will not take long for you to have enough coin to retire in comfort. Or if you very much like it, you can continue. Either way, Jirr will be happy."
"You're purring. Satisfied and happy both. You really enjoyed this, didn't you?"
"What? Jirr enjoy too much? Never!" the cat exclaimed. "Though, Jirr does admit... So many ladies of the moment that pass by, but Jirr likes having a long time companion. Jirr does not want kittens though. Little balls of fluff that bite tails." He made a mock sad face. "Human and mer girls say Jirr is just a Khajiit and no good. Khajiit girls want kittens. Orcs would break poor Jirr."
Then he grinned again and gave Jarvis an affectionate lick. "But Jirr has his friend that he has watched over for so many, many years. Jirr is a simple Khajiit. Happy and playful and fun. Jirr thought his friend was shy around girls and liked them only and felt ashamed being a body worker. So Jirr grew fond of his friend. But Khajiit could only think and dream from afar until today."
"I'm glad you showed me this," Jarvis murmured warmly. "I... I'm a little shy about the idea, but I think I could do it. I've always trusted you with my life and I know you won't lead me wrong." He chuckled. "Really I'm happy to see you happy too. I know how pent up you get, but I never was good with my fingers at helping that like you are."
"Well, now no fingers needed for a happy Jirr," he exclaimed with a chirp. "And a happy Jarvis too."
"So now we practice pretending you're another client and see how well I can do?" Jarvis asked with a cheeky grin.
The cat's eyes widened and his ears perked in anticipation. "Oooo... yes, Khajiit can get behind that idea. In fact, the idea is in you and this one is behind you, so he is already behind this idea."
"Good! It still feels good and you said I should practice. No bruises for me from your spear though. I don't want to be sore in sensitive places."
"Ahh, Jirr is very good with his spear and will give you good practice. When you want to stop, we stop. But Jirr will enjoy every moment until we do," he purred, finally feeling like things were more complete with his life. The sage had spoken truth, perhaps. The years of waiting and being guardian to this human were worth it to find a companion like this. Hopefully the rest of it were true and this would be something to enjoy for years and more to come.
"Good. Then show me how it's done," Jarvis said, giving another squirm that teased the Khajiit. They were definitely going to get to sleep late that night.
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