Liliah Willowmist Ch. 01

Zan chuckled at the idea, shaking his head emphatically as he rose and added the chausses to the rest of his armor then sitting back down "This one will pass on the bathing little one, wet fur is not very comfortable to sleep in.."

Liliah drew a hand up to her mouth, her mouth forming a little 'O' of surprise and her eyes widening in dismay "Apologies Sir, I...did not consider...I have never served a Khajiit before" she admitted softly "I hope I have not offended you.."

Zan chuckled again, catching her chin lightly in his large furry hand before she could look down at the floor "We are both new at this, we learn together yes? This one has never been served in such a way..." Zan winked at her flashing a grin "This one promises not to know the difference if you break protocol, and would not to tell your mistress even if he knew the difference." Liliah met his gaze with her amber eyes, giving him another of those friends-sharing-a-secret smiles and Zan found himself struck once more by the beauty of the little bosmer.

Lili felt like her heart skipped a beat when the caught her chin in his massive hand and turned her face up to meet his gaze. She couldn't help but stare back as he looked at her. His fur was dark, nearly black, with a darker tiger striping pattern that she imagined covered his whole body, the image springing unbidden to mind. She chuckled softly trying to mask how the simple touch had made her pulse race and her head spin slightly scolding herself to get it together internally and asking professionally "So no bath, perhaps instead you would like your hair brushed?" she reached out tentatively running her fingers thru a few loose strands of his mane that were hanging close to his cheek, lingering longer than she intended, surprised by how soft it was between her fingers. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she dropped her hand quickly, giving him a somewhat nervous smile and looking at him questioningly.

Zan lowered his hand also, almost as quickly, realizing he was making her nervous, and doing his best to give her a reassuring smile, nodding in agreement

"This one would enjoy that a great deal." Lili gave a nod of her head smiling with almost relief turning perhaps a little too quickly to retrieve a brush from her bag, and returning and moving to stand behind him, Zan's eyes following her as she moved. The next thing he felt was her small hand touching lightly under his chin to encourage him to tilt his head back. followed by the slight scratch of the bristles against his scalp when she pulled the brush through his mane once he complied. Zan had to admit, the sensation was indulgent and he was feeling that he had definitely chosen the better prize as a reward. He found himself closing his eyes and leaning into the strokes of the brush slightly, turning his head willingly as she carefully brushed out his whole mane.

As she finished with his mane, she hesitated a moment unsure of what to do next, an idea popping to mind as she looked at the back of his fur covered neck, finally asking timidly "Would you like the rest of your fur brushed as well, Sir?"

Zan's eyes popped open at the question his heart speeding up and his breath catching in his throat as he imagined the scratch of the bristles running over his entire body and his voice failed him when he tried to answer. Liliah however had not waited for him to answer, moving back around in front of him and tugging the tie at the neckline of the linen shirt, smiling at him with a reassuring smile.

"I will be gentle, I promise," she said softly, misconstruing the nervous look on his face. She tugged the bottom of the shirt up, pulling the garment over his head and off as he cooperated, and Zan found himself torn between wanting her and guilt for not wanting to take the body of one whom had been enslaved. He reached out and grabbed her wrist gently as she reached towards him with the brush. "Liliah...you do not have to do this if you do not wish it...this one would have you do nothing you do not do of your own will.." Liliah paused giving him a look of wonder at the words, then gave him an innocent smile.

"I do not regret my choice to serve you for the evening, had I been unwilling, you would be 50 drakes richer right now." She said, shrugging her shoulder and giving him a pretty smile. She pulled her wrist slowly from his light grasp, moving behind him, and running the brush gently down the nape of his neck and across the top of his shoulder causing him to shiver slightly at the sensation and his breath to quicken. Seemingly oblivious to the state she was causing in him, Liliah worked the brush carefully over his shoulders and down his back, using long slow gentle strokes of the brush, the bristles raking his skin lightly as she pulled it through his soft fur, leaving him feeling dizzy and like every nerve ending was reaching for more of her. He forced his breathing to remain steady and measured as she finished the back and moved to the front, situating herself so she was once more standing between his thighs.

Liliah, hesitated as she moved around to the front with the brush. She knew it was inappropriate to take advantage of her position by gawking, but it hadn't been enough to stop her from staring at him. Aside from being incredibly tall he was also well muscled, and she couldn't help but notice the shape of those muscles under his sleek soft dark fur every time he moved. It had been all she could do while running the brush over his fur not to run her hand right behind it, but concern over how her master for the evening would have reacted stayed her hand, even if it couldn't keep her eyes from roving. As she rounded the front of him, her eyes swept over the broad muscled expanse of his darkly furred chest. He had a couple of large scars, one wrapping around his rib cage, the other running from almost his shoulder and across his chest, the scars looking like the claws from an animal of some kind and had left pink stripes where the soft fur had not grown back.

Before she even had time to think of what she was doing Lili found herself reaching her hand out to run her fingers lightly over the one running down his chest, causing him to draw a slow hissing breath. She pulled her hand back quickly, her eyes darting up to meet his with concern "I'm...sorry, am I hurting you?

Zan looked at the horrified expression on her face and couldn't help but laugh, the sound coming out as a low husky and almost breathless chuckle, causing his chest to shake.

"Do not worry your pretty face so, little one, this one is sturdier than he appears." he said softly, surprising her by leaning in and touching the end of her nose gently with his, the small affectionate gesture catching her off guard and drawing her gaze up to his golden yellow eyes. Peering into their depths, she noticed for the first time the heat behind them, causing her to draw up short and flush hotly.

Chuckling again a bit nervously under her gaze, he asked her in a somewhat teasing tone.

"You like what you see? The scars add character, no?"

Liliah flushed a brilliant shade of red, unsure how to respond and having no doubt in her mind that she had indeed been caught staring, dropping her gaze to the floor with a shamed look.

Seeing her reaction he laughed again, reaching out gently and running his hand lightly over the bare skin between her top and the low hung floor length skirt that rested so teasing low on her hips, his hands coming to rest lightly on the swell of her hips and drawing her in closer to him, the pads of his thumbs lightly brushing over the skin there as he said in a low husky voice

"This one likes when you look, and hopes you like what you see.." His dark face was close to hers, and she could feel the soft slip of the fine short fur of his cheek brushing softly over hers as his whiskers lightly tickled her pointed ear. Between the feeling of his hands on her skin gently and the soft fanning of his breath on her cheek and neck, her own breath was coming quick and shallow and she was half expecting him to notice the way her heart was hammering.

Zan had not missed the effect he was having on her, and smiled, knowing she was as attracted to him as he was to her, but still hesitated to drag her into his arms and take her. He knew he was going to have to tread carefully if he wanted to avoid scaring or hurting her because of how much larger he was. Moving his hands slowly, he stroked the small area of exposed skin at her waist, his large warm hands running up either side of her waist, his fingertips sliding up her back to either side of her spine, and his thumbs grazing lightly over her belly, running up to the bottom hem of her cropped wrap around top, then back down to the top of the skirt, slipping his thumbs lightly under the satiny waistband

"This one likes when you look, perhaps because he is enjoying looking at you as well, and would wish to see more.." he said in his low husky voice, "If Lili would allow him" he added quickly, feeling another sudden pang of guilt as he realised what he had already committed in his mind to doing.

Liliah, froze in place at the words, a nervous look crossing her eyes and an awkward smile crossing her lips as she stammered softly,

"Y-yes s-sir...of course." causing Zan to cringe slightly and shake his head. He caught her chin firmly in his hand once more, drawing her face back up to look at him, and shaking his head at her.

"No...not as sir, this one is no sir to anyone..As Zan, and as Liliah the woman and not the slave little one...Zan would love you, have you tonight as his own, but only if this is what you would wish also."

Lili did not know how to reply as she gazed into his golden eyes, hearing the gentle words softly spoken in his low rumble and thick accent, so instead said nothing at all, hesitating only a moment, then stepping backwards a short ways and tugging loose the tie string of her scanty wrap-around top and allowing it to fall open. Zan watched her intently as the shy Bosmer disrobed for him, keeping her eyes carefully to the floor as she removed the top and draped it over the foot of the bed. Her breasts were perfect, large and smooth, crested by large dusky nipples. Zan felt his body tighten in response to the anticipation and simple sight of her as her hands dropped to the tie string of the skirt, removing it also and adding it to the foot of the bed with the top.

He squirmed uncomfortably on the stool as he felt his growing excitement cause the tip of his shaft to protrude from its sheath, rubbing unforgivingly on the inside of his rough leather breeches, while she stood there avoiding eye contact. Rising from the stool with a slight wince and quickly untying his own string, he removed his pants and kicked them aside. He offered her a reassuring smile as the action caused her gaze to rise again in a combination of alarm and anxiousness, replaced by something else as her eyes traveled over his body, finally resting on his face once more.

"You....are beautiful to look upon" she murmured awkwardly shrugging her shoulder and offering him a slight smile in her nervousness.

He chuckled softly closing the distance between them and slipping his strong forearms around her, his large hands stroking down the smooth skin of her back, the drag of his soft fur over her skin causing her to shiver in his hold, goosebumps jumping up along her arms. Feeling her reaction, his hands slipped lower cupping her rounded rear in his large hands and lifting her off the floor, holding her tight to him as she gave a small squeak of surprise at the sudden lift, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and locking her legs tight around his waist to stabilize herself. Holding her easily with one arm, he brought the other up, gently brushing away a strand of hair that was near her eyes and reaching up further to remove the ornate barrettes and ties holding her long dark hair carefully in its twisted bun and allowing it to fall free. the ends of her hair no longer restrained hanging low enough to tickle the arm he was supporting her with.

After her hair was free, Zan-virr took a moment to simply gaze at the lovely creature in his arms, grazing her cheek tenderly with the pad of his thumb and murmuring softly.

"No one has ever called this one beautiful before, Zan thinks perhaps the passion has clouded your eyesight...But you...are the most beautiful mer Khajiit has ever laid eyes upon." He carried her effortlessly to the bed, laying her gently down on the pillow, and kneeling over her, bracing himself on his elbows, one arm still cradling her with his hand warm on the back of her neck. As he laid her down, she loosened the grip her thighs had on his waist, letting her feet rest to either side of him and looking up at him questioningly, curiously, and with mixed measures of apprehension and desire, unsure what to expect from the massive Khajiit.

"I...am, I mean I haven't ever..." she trailed off uncertainty, unable to complete the thought out loud, her eyes betraying a flash of fear behind the heat and excitement as she looked up at him, a feeling of panic stealing her voice.

Zan watched her as she stammered, and saw the fear flash through her eyes and frowned slightly remembering what Lady Hlaalu had said about her having been with no one else and scolded himself for his impatience. He leaned in as she fell silent and gently nuzzled her cheek with his lips and whiskers, his tongue darting out to lightly lick her cheek in an effort to soothe and comfort her, allay her fears in this untried territory. He continued to gently nuzzle her cheek and the side of her neck, stroking her cheek softly with the fur of his cheek until he felt the tension leave her and she relaxed in his arms, then murmuring softly in her ear, his lips close enough for her to feel the tickle of his whiskers and his breath soft and warm next to her ear.

"This one will not lie to you and tell you there will be no pain, especially when you are...untouched," he said in a low husky voice, "But Zan promises he will be gentle if you are willing to entrust him with your first time..." Zan continued hold her cradled in his arms, gently nuzzling and kissing her face and neck with slow gentle brushes of his lips, whiskers and the comparatively smooth tip of his tongue when he felt her small hand light on his neck. Drawing back to meet her eyes, he smiled gently at her as she chose her words.

"I trust you..." She said softly, her golden amber eyes locked on his as her thumb lightly stroked the soft fur on his cheek. She said nothing else, simply resting in his embrace trustingly and waiting for whatever he would do next. He gave her a serious look through hooded eyes and a single nod of understanding then scooted towards the foot of the bed slightly, keeping her in place with his firm but gentle hold on the back of her neck.

He paused as he changed positions, looking down at her body, her brown skin almost glowing in the lamp light and smiled, a low purling growl resonating from deep in his chest as he leaned closer, grazing the skin of her belly with his lips and running his tongue lightly over her skin from her hip to just shy of her nipple, causing her to squirm and giggle.

"That...tickles! Your tongue is rough!" she said, giggling and trying to push him away playfully. Chuckling at her reaction he lightly caught both of her wrists in one of his hands pinning them gently above her head and assaulting her sides with his rough tongue again pressing more firmly, the sensation turning from a tickle into something else as he moved up over one of her breasts, running his tongue roughly over her nipple. Her eyes dropped closed as she voiced a soft whimper, and rolled her head to one side, the soft raw excitement in her voice spurring him on. He moved his way to the other nipple capturing it in his mouth and drawing it in hard, running the rough surface of his tongue over that one as well. She whimpered again, the sound coming out almost as a moan as he built her excitement. and Zan found himself compelled by the sounds she made, wondering how she would cry out at the moment of release.

He released her nipple, only after he raked it lightly with his sharp teeth as he drew back leaving her gasping softly, her, breath coming in a series of shallow pants through her parted lips He stole a glance at her flushed face, grinning at the sight before moving lower, tickling her belly with his whiskers, and more strokes of his rough tongue, finally situating himself between her spread thighs. Liliah tensed slightly, a questioning tone in her voice as she said his name.

"Zan?....What are..y-...ohhh...OHH!."

He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing his face between them, as he carefully used the pads of his thumbs to spread apart the fleshy petals, running his tongue lighty up the wet seam. The heady smell of her excitement and the taste of her made his head spin and heart pound and he groaned softly against her as her felt the rasp of the barbed head of his shaft push its way past the sheath in response to her desire.

Lili had not known what to expect when Zan had moved his face lower and pressed it between her legs, but what came next pretty well cleared even the curiosity from her mind as the sensation of his tongue took over her senses. She found her hips rising from the bed to meet his tongue as he ran it over her, craving a deeper touch and feeling she didn't even understand herself. He did not leave her waiting long, after a few moments, she felt his lips close around the sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs, drawing it into his mouth where he then flicked the tip of his tongue quickly over it. Liliah's hands gripped at the sheets of their own accord at the sensation, her head rolled back as she voiced a series of soft moans of pure excitement causing him to change up slightly, drawing on the sensitive nub again and running the flat of his tongue firmly over it and making her squeal from the intensity of the sensation before resuming the quick flicks with the tip.

She is close he thought, forcing himself to resist the urge to ravage her on the spot , intent on at least bringing her to release before he came anywhere near her with what he knew was ...going to be almost more than she could handle. He paused in his intimate assault when he felt her body draw up tight as a bow string and heard her cry out in release, pressing his thumb firmly against the sensitive bud, rubbing it in slow small circles and sitting up slightly to watch her in the throes of her passion, only pulling his hand away and moving back up to cradle her beneath him once she had stilled and her breathing slowed.

She opened her passion heavy eyes sleepily gazing up at him, and he leaned down to brush his lips tenderly over her cheek, hesitantly asking in a low voice "Are you ready Liliah?" She looked up at him, giving him a soft trusting smile and a slow nod of her head.

Zan tightened his hold on her slightly, one arm under her back, hand under her neck and cradling her head, the other hand moving to the swell of her hips as he shifted slightly aligning the tip of his shaft at her opening. He felt one of her thighs slide up his hip, invitingly but hesitated a moment before pushing into her, knowing what was coming. Finally, drawing a deep breath and before he could change his mind, his arm tightened around her , effectively pinning her against his body, and he gave a powerful thrusts of his hips, filling her completely with one smooth stroke, causing her to go tense in his arms and emit a shriek of pain and surprise, slapping ineffectually at his muscled back as he went still and tried to calm her.

"Shhh..shhh, be still little one...this one warned you there would be pain...be still and it will fade, movement will make it worse," Zan urged her, holding himself inside of her as still as possible while she struggled beneath him.