The snow fell softly on the city of solitude as a grey figure padded swiftly through the darkened streets. The few, half-asleep guards still on patrol failed to notice the dull blue glow of the Khajiits nighteye from the shadows next to the city apothecary shop. Mik'hel couldn't have picked a better night- It was a bit cold, yes, but his rainment of nordic design was perfectly insulating from the bitter night. The previous night had borne a full double moon, and he took a moment to revel in the view of it he'd had while letting his beast blood take over. He also grinned with a slight hint of grim satisfaction at the taste of those bandits who had thought that a lone khajiit on a moonlit night was an easy target... Werewolves can be surprising that way. Mik'hel shook off the memory of blood on his jaws and looked carefully around. Still unseen, the khajiit climbed up a few bricks on the wall of the building, his sharp claws making the climb as easy for him as it was for a nord to raise a pint-sized tankard of honningbrew reserve to their lips. He waited a moment, making sure that the smoothskinned guards were looking in harmless directions before silently swinging silently onto the wrought iron torchpost- quickly casting a spell of invisibility to conceal himself near the revealing flame. Then, with his muffled boots donned, he leaped with acrobatic ease found only in skilled khajiit onto the top of the sharply sloped roof. With a happy grin, he recalled his days as a young khajiiti cub in his home town of Senchal. He felt a sense of childlike freedom as he ran, leapingwith the lightest of ease across the cold rooftops of solitude, just as he had in his desert homeland on the exact opposite corner of the continent of Tamriel. Soon, enough, however, just as he'd planned, he came to his destination.
The estate was large- even by imperial standards, and was surrounded by a formidable wall. Inside the walls of the estate was a band of mercenaries- hired no doubt to dissuade thieves like himself. Luckilly, Mik'hel knew that the owner of the house, an imperial legate, was conveniently abroad- Down in cyrodil in fact, attending to business in the imperial city.
As were half of his guards.
The legate was a veteran of the great war, and had once been posted at murkwood after the war, where he was captian of the imperial legion in the Black Marsh. Why such a colored and high ranking official was doing with a home in Skyrim was beyond the khajiit, and he didn't really care anyways. What Mik'hel did care about was that- during the legates time in Black Marsh, he had come to possess a valuable amulet. Not just ANY amulet, but the famed Heart of roses.
The Heart of roses was a rare argonian rose diamond of unnaturally large size (big enough to fill the hand of an orc) and cut into the shape of a heart. The amulet encasing the diamond was a masterfully crafted fitting made by a now passed argonian master jeweler. It was formed of pure gold in the once popular style of elven metals, and fitted with large rubies and emeralds cut to the shape of two roses. And it was worth a fortune.
Perched like a gargoyle atop a tall building, Mik'hel drew his bow, and shot a cheap, iron tipped arrow into the far corner of theestate, where it harmlessly clattered on the stones with a resounding clatter. The keener-eared of the guards cautiosly drew their swords, hurrying over to investigatethe sound. As anticipated, however, seven or so guards remained. Casting invisibility again, Mik'hel leaped forward, gliding through the air with only his wide, lynx-like tail for steering, before slowing his descent with a quick levitation spell. He hovered briefly above the ground with arcane assistance before easing himself to the ground. Running invisibly past the two nearest guards, he sank into the shadows, sneaking along until he reached the gated veranda. Being as silent as possible, and knowing that a wayward glance at the well-lit area would reveal him, he cautiosly squeezed in between the bars- his mastery of acrobatics making him extremely flexible. Even by khajiiti standards. He cast yet another mastered spell of invisibility upon himself as he carefully set about picking the lock. It took Mik'hel several agonizing minutes of his invisible task, breaking six lockpicks along the way, but he eventually got through the masterfully constructed lock, and slipped with catlike ease into the large house.
Once inside, the rest was easy, as all but one or two of the house servants would be asleep. Those awake- one was a scullery maid at work in the kitchen, the other (if she wasn't napping away somewhere) would be cleaning various parts of the estate. He'd have to watch out for that one.
Sneaking carefully down the halls, he slipped past the kitchen, biting his lip to keep from rushing at the alluring scent of fresh-baked bread, and juicy salmon steaks. He moved down further, flattening himself against the wall as he turned the corner. Assured that the hall was clear, he slunk forward again, pausing only to swipe a large sack of gold coins from a table. As he came to the stairs leading up to the second floor, he gave a cautious glance behind him. The only thing out of the ordinary that Mik'hel detected was a particular book that was half-concealed on a nearby shelf. He felt his face grow hot as he recalled it... It was written (and very, VERY graphically illustrated) just a few years prior in the Elsweyri city of Riverhold. In fact- Mik'hel had been working in Riverhold at the time... as a porn star. He recognized the book as one of a popular series of Khajiiti pornography that seemed ever-so-popular among the more corrupt of Imperial officials. He also knew it because he was in it. Grabbing the book as an afterthought, Mik'hel moved swiftly up the stairs and quietly through the door to the private chambers.
The second floor was every bit as lavish as the first, if not more, and proved an appealing target for any thief. He found plentiful god hidden around in various places, as well as other odds and trinkets that he could turn for profit. Hearing footsteps, he froze, his big khajiiti eyes widening as they approached. Quickly, he sprang into the air, grabbing onto an elegantly carved rafter and swinging his body up over it. He held his breath as a tired-looking nord woman passed below him in a dark dress, broom in hand. The maid walked by harmlessly and down the stairs through the door he'd come in. Letting himself to the floor, he sighed deeply."That was too close for Mik'hel" he whispered to himself in a strong, but oddly smooth khajiiti accent. He turned, and went on with his heist.
At last, he came to the door to the legates chambers, the room where the amulet was kept. Nothing could possibly go awry... or so he thought.
Entering the room, he looked around carefully. A few dull embers smoldered invitingly in the fireplace, casting a warm orange glow on a nearby statue of the divine goddess Lady Dibella, which was adorned with flowers, candles and... jewels... There were simple wooden bowls around the statue filled with rubies, emeralds amythests, sapphire, and diamonds as if they were candy,and around the bare neck of the statue of dibella were two amulets... One was an amulet of Dibella, identical to the one Mik'hel had in his pocket... The other was a dazzling rose pink diamond.
The Heart was more beautiful than Mik'hel had imagined, it's colors, it's brilliant luster, it's remarkable craftsmanship... He was entranced in its beauty for a moment, almost forgetting he had come to steal it. Blinking a few times, Mik'hel padded softly towards it, gingerly taking it from the statue and whispering a hushed prayer to lady Dibella. With the glistening amulet in hand, the cunning khajiiti thief unlatched the window to make his escape, when an unexpected gust rolled in, and an even more unexpected sound was heard...
"H-huh...? who's there" stammered an effeminate voice behind him. Mik'hel turned just in time to lock eyes with the startled mistress of the legate, who had just lit a small candle. The imperial woman sat wide-eyed in her bed, the blue-green nightdress glistening in the candle light. "W-Who are you?" she asked, gasping when she saw the amulet in Mik'hels hand.
Fearing that she might cry out, he shut the window, and turned towards her. The only way out of this would be to talk her down... and maybe use a few illision spells as well. "Who are you?" she repeated in a demanding voice, her gaze seeming to be one of unsure recognision rather than anger. With a careful breath, the thief replied, "This one is Mik'hel...". He waited, half expecting her to call for the guards, but instead she calmed down more at hearing his name. "Hmm... you seem familiar, Mik'hel" she said, thinking carefully. "I... I do not believe we have met" He said, trying to think up a new escape plan. Then, seeing the edge of a book poking from the thiefs pocket, the woman grinned... "hey... That's my book..." she said, grinning a bit, "hmm... trying to cover your tracks, huh? ja'khajiit?". Mik'hel felt his face grow hot again before suddenly realizing his only way out. "Well... This one was unaware of his fame this far from Elsweyr... I assumed it would not be missed". The woman looked on with a dejected expression, saying, "I... have a collection of Khajiiti erotica". A deep blush rolled over her face, "So... did you really do everything in those books?". Mik'hel felt his tail twitching slightly as he said, "Er... yes, Mik'hel performed all of his work...". It was true, after all, as he'd been paid to have sex with multiple young females according to carefully written scripts, while artists stood by to illustrate the scenes. Thinking fast, he picked up a nearby quill, "Would this one like Mik'hels autograph?" he asked, opening the book. "Maybe..." she replied with a grin, "so... pornstar in Elsweyr to thief in Skyrim? Well, Mr. Mik'hel, you seem to have quite a bit under your belt, isn't that right, ja'khajiit?". "Yes..." Mik'hel answered simply, setting down the book, "Allow this one to apologize for stealing from your home... what could Mik'hel do to make up for such an intrusion?". The Imperial grinned, unbuttoning her nightdress slowly. "Well... for starters, you could let me see if the stories are true..." she said, giving him a lustful grin...
Returning her grin, the Khajiit, tugged lightly at the straps of his armor, the lightweight cuirass dropping to the ground. "ooh, turn around a bit..." she said, admiring the pitch black streaks adorning the slender felines back. Mik'hel quickly shed his gauntlets and pauldrons, the specialized leather armor forming a heap on the floor as the topless khajiit danced slowly for her as he had as an escort and pornstar in riverhold, and when he was a sex slave in Vivec, a major city in Morrowind. She bit her lip eagerly as he slowly slipped out of his pants, his revealing underwear sliding off just as fast. She sat, transfixed as the naked Khajiit performed the erotic dance he'd dedicated to memory. Flipping aside the blanket, she pulled off her own clothing, and said, "Here, kitty...".
With a low purr, Mik'hel moved towards her with the grace of a panther stalking its prey. He bend forward as he crawled slowly across the bed, moving slowly over her, he sensually kissed and licked up the length of her body, his evident skill showing through his well practiced use of his rough tongue. Reeling back slowly, he curled himself down, licking slowly at her exposed genitals. "mmmh, oh yes..." she breathed, feeling his hot, rough tongue moving slowly over her most sensitive of places. "Oh divines... Mik'hel..." she moaned, looking at him wantingly. With a warm, accepting smile, he prowled forward over her again, kissing her softly- the sweet taste of her own juices hanging upon his lips. With careful ease, he pressed his phallus into her, purring hypnotically as he slowly went in to the hilt of his shaft- covering her mouth while casting a carm spell into her- quickly followed by a spell of calm. She lay there in docile submission, quietly moaning and eagerly taking his moves as he pleased her. She squealed in a hint of masochistic pleasure as the khajiits barbed cock poked into the delicate walls of her oriface, and she felt short of breath when he took her left breast in his mouth, massaging it with that rough khajiiti tongue.
Each of them came several times that night. Sometimes together, sometimes on each other. They made love and sodomized freely, the woman stroking Mik'hels cock, and drinking up his hot seed. They made love in evry position he'd tried in his career, and even a few new ones. At one point, Mik'hel had even lifted her into he air, and brought her down heavilly onto his shaft... He also did this with her mouth.
After a long night, and Mik'hel penetrating parts of the womans body she had no idea were so pleasureable, she finally fell asleep. A satisfied look was on her face, as if she'd never known satisfaction in her life.
With a nodding grin, Mik'hel tucked the blanket around her, and donned his armor again. Stealing her Heart of roses, and leavinga note of thanks, signed in the book sitting out on her nightstand.
With the treasure now his, he opened the window, and dropped to the city below. The crisp sunrise just appearing over the horizon.
THE END?