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As Yennefer and Tirwin enter Falkreath, whispers follow them like a dark shadow. The townsfolk cast furtive glances, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and revulsion.
The barkeep at the Dead Man's Drink raises an eyebrow as they stumble through the door, their clothes stained with dirt and... other fluids.
"You two look like you've been through the wringer," he says, his voice a low drawl that seems to carry an undertone of knowing.
Yennefer forces a smile, feeling the stickiness of the elk's seed between her thighs. "We had... a successful hunt," she says, hoping her voice doesn't betray the tremble in her chest.
Tirwin nods, her eyes downcast, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Yes," she agrees, her voice softer. "Very... educational."
They make their way through the tavern, the eyes of the patrons following them. The heat of their recent encounter is still palpable. They find the bathes at the back of the inn, a welcome reprieve from the prying eyes and the sticky evidence of their rendezvous.
Yennefer and Tirwin wash themselves thoroughly, scrubbing away the scent of the forest and the elk's musk. The warm water feels almost scalding against their tender skin.
After they're clean, they sit together at a table in the tavern, sharing a meal of roasted venison and warm bread. The food is rich and filling a welcome feeling both are in desperate need of.
"The next book is in a place called Angi's camp," Tirwin whispers to Yennefer, her eyes darting around the room as if expecting someone to overhear.
Yennefer nods, swallowing a mouthful of bread. "Where is that?"
"I don't know," admits Tirwin, her voice low. "But the barkeep might."
Yennefer nods, pushing her plate aside. The two finish their meals before making their way back to the counter, the barkeep eyeing them with a knowing smile. "Looking for directions?" he asks, wiping his hands on a dirty cloth.
"We're looking for Angi's camp," Yennefer says, her voice firm. "Do you know where that is?"
The barkeep's smile fades, and he leans in closer, his eyes narrowing. "Angi, you say? That's a name I haven't heard in a while," he murmurs, his voice low enough that the nearby patrons couldn't overhear. "Her camp is high up in the mountains to the south. No one has seen or heard from her in days." Yennefer nods, the anticipation of their next adventure thrumming through her veins. "Thank you," she says, her voice sincere. She drops a few extra Septims on the counter as a show of appreciation.
The barkeep's eyes follow the coins as they clink against the wood. He nods once, a knowing look in his eye. "Be careful up there," he warns. "The mountains are a harsh mistress."
They leave the tavern with a sense of urgency, the whispers of the townsfolk trailing behind them like a shadow.
The journey to Angi's camp is a treacherous one, the path winding through the dense foliage of the forest and then ascending the jagged slopes of the mountain. The air grows colder and thinner with every step.
After hours of climbing, the trees begin to thin out and the peak of the mountain comes into view. There, perched precariously on a rocky outcrop, is a small shack.
Yennefer and Tirwin spot a disturbing sight as they approach the camp: a fresh blood trail snaking through the snow. Their hearts racing, they follow it, fearing the worst.
The trail leads them to the lifeless body of a Nord woman, sprawled out on the rocky ground. The poor soul is naked, her flesh marred by deep claw marks that criss-cross her body. Her thighs are splayed apart, her pussy a gaping maw that oozes a thick, unnatural substance. The sight of her, so vulnerable and violated, sends a chill down their spines.
"This must be Angi," Yennefer says, her voice a cold whisper. Her sword is drawn.
Tirwin's eyes scan the area, looking for any sign of the creature that had done this. "The book," she murmurs, her eyes falling upon the yellow tome lying innocently in the snow. "It's one of the ones we're looking for."
Yennefer nods, her heart hammering in her chest. As she bends down to pick it up, a sudden, earth-shaking growl echoes through the camp. Her eyes widen as she sees a massive shape emerge from the shadows. A sabre cat, its fur mottled with the hues of the surrounding landscape, paws the ground menacingly.
The creature's eyes lock onto them, the intensity in its gaze unmistakable. Before Yennefer can react, the sabre cat lunges, its powerful legs propelling it forward with terrifying speed. It slams into Tirwin, knocking her to the ground with a sickening crunch. The elf's cry pierces the silence, and Yennefer's instincts kick in.
Her sword flashes through the air, slicing into the beast's side. It roars, its eyes flashing with pain, but the creature's arousal is undeniable. Its cock, thick and engorged, juts out from its fur, glistening with a clear, viscous fluid. Yennefer's stomach turns at the sight, knowing that Angi had been its most recent conquest.
With a snarl, the sabre cat turns its attention to her, its eyes gleaming with malice. She can almost feel the heat of its desire, its need to claim another victim. But she won't let it have her, not today.
Yennefer raises her sword, but the creature is too fast, its paws swiping at her with a speed she's never encountered before. One of the claws catches the edge of her armor, slicing through the metal like it's made of paper.
The sabre cat's hind legs flex, and it leaps, its powerful body slamming into hers. The force of the impact sends her flying, her sword skittering away across the rocky ground. She hits the ground hard, the wind knocked from her lungs.
Her vision swims as the creature looms over her, its claws poised to strike. Yennefer fumbles for her weapon, but the sabre cat is too quick. It pins her arms to the ground, its weight pressing her into the cold earth.
Through the haze of fear, she can see its massive barbed cock, pulsing with need and anticipation. The creature's eyes burn into hers, a wild hunger that sends a shiver of both terror and inexplicable arousal down her spine.
The sabre cat's claws dig into her arms, drawing blood, but Yennefer's focus is on the monstrous organ above her. It's unlike anything she's ever seen before, a weapon of nature's most primal instincts. The creature's cock pulses, the barbs along its length standing erect with excitement.
Yennefer's eyes widen with a mix of fear and anticipation, knowing full well what's to come. She can feel the beast's weight pressing down on her, its breath hot and heavy on her neck. She knows this is going to hurt, knows that the creature's primal instincts will leave her body bruised and torn, but she can't help the strange thrill that courses through her.
Tirwin watches from the safety of the shack, her heart racing as she sees the sabre cat pinning her friend down. She feels a twinge of jealousy, an irrational desire to experience the same power and fear that had overtaken her during the elk mating. Her eyes are glued to the creature's thick, barbed cock, wondering how it must feel to enter her.
With surprising agility for its size, the sabre cat begins to strip away the remnants of Yennefer's armor, its claws deftly tearing through the leather and steel. Each piece of armor that falls away exposes more of her pale flesh, which the cat seems to appreciate with a low growl of approval. Yennefer's eyes widen with fear, but also a hint of excitement, as she feels the cold air brush against her skin.
Once her armor is in tatters, the creature rears back, its hind legs spread wide, displaying its monstrous cock in all its glory. It's covered in barbs, each one standing out against the red, veiny shaft. The sabre cat's eyes never leave hers as it lowers itself, aligning its member with her quivering opening.
Yennefer feels a rush of fear and arousal as the tip of the cock nudges against her, the barbs scraping against her sensitive flesh. Her body tenses, but she knows she has no choice. This is what they were meant to find, what they were meant to experience. The creature's weight shifts, and with a grunt, it thrusts into her, the barbs tearing into her as it claims her.
Her screams are lost in the wind as the sabre cat's powerful hips drive it deeper and deeper. Each thrust sends bolts of pain and pleasure through her body, a symphony of sensations that she's never felt before. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she tries to process the overwhelming feeling of being filled so completely, so utterly by the beast.
Tirwin's eyes are glued to the scene, her heart racing. She feels a strange mix of horror and fascination as the sabre cat ravishes her friend. Her hand drifts to her own sex, her fingers tracing the slick folds as she watches. Her mind reels with the memories of their own encounters with the elk, and she wonders if this is what Yennefer felt.
The sabre cat's hips move in a relentless rhythm, the barbs on its cock tearing into Yennefer's delicate flesh with every thrust. She screams, her body arching off the ground with each powerful penetration. The cat's claws dig into her thighs, holding her in place as it uses her like a toy.
Tirwin watches from the shadows, her hand sliding down her stomach to the wetness between her legs. Her eyes are glued to the sight of her friend being claimed by the beast, her own arousal building with each of Yennefer's cries. The elf's hand moves faster knowing she will most likely be next to take that barbed cock.
The sabre cat's hips continue their brutal dance, the elongated barbs on its member ripping into Yennefer's tight pussy with every thrust. Her screams of pain mingle with the creature's growls of pleasure, the symphony of their union echoing through the mountain air.
Tirwin, unable to tear her gaze away, watches from the shadows of the shack. Her own fingers delving into her slick folds. She feels the same twisted excitement that had consumed her during their encounter with the elk, her body responding to the raw, primal power on display. Her breath quickens, her chest heaving as she brings herself closer to the edge of climax.
Yennefer's eyes squeeze shut, her teeth clenched as the sabre cat's thrusts grow more violent. The barbs of the creature's cock drawing blood with every movement. The cat's claws dig deeper into her thighs, leaving half-moons of red as it stretches her to the brink of her endurance.
Tirwin's hand moves faster, her fingers slipping in the slickness of her own juices. Her eyes never leave the sight of Yennefer's brutal rape, her own excitement building with each of the Nord's agonized cries. Her breath hitches as she brings herself closer to the precipice of pleasure, her hips rocking slightly in sync with the creature's thrusts.
The sabre cat's hips stutter, its body going rigid above Yennefer. A final, earth-shaking roar tears from its throat as it releases its hot seed into her, the barbs on its cock embedding themselves deep within her. The girl's eyes roll back in her head, her body spasming with the intensity of the climax she never wanted.
Tirwin's breath hitches as she watches the creature's cock pulse, the clear fluid spurting out in thick ropes to coat Yennefer's insides. The sight of it fills her with a strange sense of awe, her own hand moving faster between her legs. She bites her lip to stifle a moan as she reaches her peak.
Yennefer's body goes slack beneath the sabre cat, the creature's weight pressing her into the cold, hard ground. The cat's hips jerk erratically, its member buried to the hilt in her ravaged pussy. The barbs on its cock twitch with the aftershocks of its orgasm, sending fresh waves of pain through her body.
With a final, guttural growl, the beast pulls out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used. She can't believe what has just happened, her mind racing with the horror and the undeniable thrill of it all.
Yennefer gasps for breath, her body trembling, as the sabre cat stands over her, its cock still standing tall and covered in her blood and juices. It licks its lips, the barbs on its member retracting slightly, hinting that it's not yet finished with her. The pain is unbearable, but she can feel a strange yearning deep inside her, a need for the creature to fill her again.
The sabre cat seems to read the conflict on her face, its eyes gleaming with a predatory light. It steps closer, its cock twitching with anticipation. Yennefer tries to scoot away, but her legs are too weak to move.
Then, without warning, a naked figure emerges from the shack. It's Tirwin, her body bared to the elements, her eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and desire. "Take me," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Take me instead."
The sabre cat's gaze shifts from Yennefer to the elf, its pupils dilating with excitement. It's clear that the creature's hunger hasn't been sated. With a snarl, it stalks towards Tirwin, its barbed member swinging heavily between its legs.
Tirwin's eyes are locked on the sabre cat's cock, her anticipation palpable. The barbed member is unlike anything she's ever seen, and she can't help but wonder how it would feel inside her.
The creature moves swiftly, its powerful muscles coiling before it lunges at her. She doesn't resist, letting the cat pin her to the cold, rocky ground. The weight of the beast is immense, pressing her into the earth, but she feels a strange comfort in its dominance.
The sabre cat's cock finds her waiting pussy without hesitation. Its barbs scrape against her sensitive folds before plunging deep inside. A scream tears from her throat as the creature's full length fills her in one brutal motion. The pain is exquisite, the barbs tearing into her, leaving her no doubt that she's been claimed by this beast.
Tirwin's eyes roll back in her head, her body arching off the ground as the creature's powerful hips begin to move. The rhythm is slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending shockwaves of agony and pleasure through her. But soon, the cat picks up speed, pounding into her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless.
Her cries of pain soon turn to moans of pleasure, the barbs inside her hitting all the right spots with each violent penetration. The creature seems to sense her change in demeanor and growls with approval, its thrusts becoming even more forceful.
The sabre cat's hips move in a blur, each stroke sending her body writhing in ecstasy. The pain is still there, but it's been overshadowed by the intense pleasure that's building within her.
Yennefer watches the scene unfold before her, her eyes glazed with shock and a hint of arousal. She can't believe her friend is willingly giving herself to the creature.
Her body is a wreck, the aftermath of the brutal mating still resonating through her core. Each breath is a struggle, her muscles quivering from the exertion and pain. Her eyes flit to the sabre cat's cock, still embedded deep within Tirwin, the elf's screams of agony turning into whimpers of pleasure.
The creature's hips move with a feral grace, the barbs of its cock digging into the elf girl's tender flesh with each thrust. Yennefer tries to call out to her friend, to save her from the same fate she's suffered, but the words catch in her throat. Her vision swims and darkens at the edges.
With a gasp, she feels her consciousness slipping away. The cold ground beneath her seems to rise up and swallow her whole as she succumbs to the pain and exhaustion. Her last thought is of the book, lying forgotten in the snow, and the promise of more horrors and ecstasies that await them on their twisted quest.
The sabre cat seems to sense her weakness and slows its brutal rhythm. It takes its time with Tirwin, savoring every moment of her submission. Its eyes bore into hers, a silent challenge to see how much she can handle. She stares back, a mix of fear and excitement in her gaze.
The creature's barbed cock slides in and out of her, the hooked protrusions carving a path through her sensitive tissues with every leisurely thrust. The pain is unrelenting, but she feels something else stirring within her. A dark, primal need that she can't ignore.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sabre cat's movements become more deliberate, each plunge sending sparks of painful pleasure through her body. She feels the barbs scrape against her inner walls, the sensation building, coiling tighter and tighter.
With a keening cry, she feels the pressure peak, and her body clenches around the creature's cock. The barbs catch and drag, sending a rush of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her legs tightening around the sabre cat's waist.
The sabre cat's eyes widened with surprise at her sudden climax. Its grip on her tightens as it feels her pussy contract around its member, milking it for all it's worth. With a final roar, it releases its seed deep inside her, filling her with a thick, hot warmth. The barbs on its cock retract, allowing it to slide out of her with ease, leaving her panting and trembling in the cold mountain air.
The creature takes a step back, its chest heaving from the exertion. It sniffs the air, as if to ensure that no other threats lurk nearby. Satisfied that it has claimed its prize, it turns and lopes away, disappearing into the shadows from whence it came. The only evidence of its existence is the blood and semen that paint the ground around them.
Tirwin, still shaking with the aftermath of her own violent encounter, pulls herself up from the ground. Her legs feel like jelly, but she forces herself to move towards Yennefer's prone form. She's cold, so cold, and her skin is pale as the freshly fallen snow. The elf girl's eyes are wide with shock, but there's no sign of life in them.
With trembling hands, she reaches out, her fingertips brushing against the Nord's cheek. "Yennefer," she whispers, her voice thick with fear. "Wake up."
There's no response, no flutter of eyelashes or twitch of muscles. Panic grips her as she realizes the extent of her friend's injuries. The sabre cat's mating had been too much for the Nord body to bear, and without immediate care, she might not survive.
Tirwin's mind races, her thoughts a whirlwind of spells and incantations. Her trembling fingers weave through the air, casting a gentle glow that surrounds Yennefer's body. The healing magic courses through her, sealing wounds and mending broken bones with a sizzle of energy. The elf whispers ancient words under her breath, her eyes squeezed shut with concentration.
Slowly, the color returns to Yennefer's cheeks, and the tension in her body eases. Her chest rises and falls more steadily, the harsh rattle of her breath smoothing out into a gentle rhythm. The cuts and bruises from the sabre cat's brutal embrace begin to fade, leaving only the stark memory of what had happened.
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at the sky, the stars above seemingly unchanged despite the horrors she's just endured. Then she feels it, the warmth of another body beside her. She turns her head and sees Tirwin, the elf's eyes filled with a mix of relief and concern.
Without a word, the elf girl wraps her arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Yennefer's body feels like it's on fire, the pain of the sabre cat's mating still raw and present. But within the warmth of Tirwin's arms.
Gently, Tirwin helps Yennefer to her feet, her own legs wobbling slightly from the aftermath of her own encounter. She winces as she stands, feeling the sticky mess between her thighs, but she forces the discomfort aside. Her focus is solely on her friend.
"Is the sabre cat gone?" Yennefer's voice hoarse from her screams.
Tirwin nods, her eyes never leaving Yennefer's face. "It's gone. You're safe now." Her voice is gentle, soothing, but there's an edge to it that speaks of the fear and horror she felt watching the creature claim her friend.
"We need to get out of here before he comes back. I don't think either of us could survive another round with that beast," Tirwin says, her voice firm.
Yennefer nods. Carefully Tirwin helps Yennefer into the tattered remains of her armor, her movements tender as she covers the Nord girl's bruised and trembling body. Each piece of metal and leather feels like a protective embrace, a shield against the horrors they've just faced.
As they gather their belongings, the sabre cat's grisly gift of semen begins to solidify on their skin, a cold reminder of what has occurred. With trembling hands, Tirwin collects her own robes, The fabric clings to her, sticky with a mix of her own juices and the creature's seed.
Her eyes fall on the book lying in the snow, its leather cover stained crimson. She picks it up, and her heart skips a beat as she sees the detailed sketch on the cover. A sabre cat, its powerful haunches flexed, mounts a woman, her body arched in a mix of pleasure and pain. The image mirrors the scene they had just experienced.
Tirwin's gaze shifts back to Yennefer, whose eyes are still hazed with the remnants of her trance-like state. "Lets get off this mountain,"