The Cursed One
(an Elder Scrolls vorefic, characters looks based off of Oblivion's character models)
--Male Argonian(lizard beast race) pred, female Khajiit(tiger/cat beast race) prey, unwilling/willing(due to charm), charmed/magic controlled, graphic digestion, soultrapping, sexual scenes, minor foot fetish at start of scene. In other words, the usual trash.--
By DarkGriffin

The khajiit slowly stirred awake, the darkness of her bedroom greeting her coldly. Her first thought was that she really should have either covered herself up with a blanket, closed the window, or worn her clothes to bed, but that thought only lasted a minuite as she realized she had been woken up in the middle of the night.

She felt the presense of someone in her room, but couldn't find the strength to move. Everything felt hazy and slow, even her breathing was slowed down. Her head felt dizzy, and she suspected right away someone must have drugged her.

She heard the soft pad of a barefooted scaley step on the wood floor as she sensed someone move from her side to behind her, at her feet. She tried to move, to roll over onto her back to get a better look at who was in the room with her, but she couldn't move at all. With a start, she realized she must have been paralyzed somehow.

She felt the presence lean forward over her still paralyzed legs. The argonian lay down on her, pinning her stiff but shivering body to the bed. She realized from the way his scales pressed against her body that he had stripped his clothes off, she could feel every scale along his chest and legs as he pressed his weight on her, speaking in her ear. "It will be over soon. Pray, for these are your last moments of life. Prepare yourself for darkness eternal." His breath was warm as it washed over the top of her head, but the words and tone that filled her ears offered no comfort to her mind. She started to panic, her heartbeat racing, but the paralysis spell was still strong, and her body refused to struggle. She tried to speak, to ask what was going on, to beg for her life. But no voice came from her throat, and her tounge refused to move much like the rest of her limbs. The only functions on her body were the vital parts needed to keep her alive.

The argonian slipped back downwards to her feet, his naked scales rubbing her back, a welcome warm massage if not for his threat of death and the constant shivering inside her now severly paniced mind.

She felt the grip of an argonian's scaled hand on her left ankle, and tried to scream. But no words came out as she realized she had been silenced as well. She feared he would cut her, stab deep into her legs, or slice her one piece at a time like she had heard in the rumors of other assassin victims.

Instead, the scaled hand slipped between the bedsheet and her furred foot, slowly stroking the top of it. The other hand gently touched, then started to rub the underside of her foot, and they worked together to massage her foot for a few minuites.

Her mind had plenty of time to go from panic, to confusion, and finally she realized he probably meant to rape her before killing her. She immediatly wished to herself that the paralize spell had frozen her mind as well, so she wouldn't have to go through this horror. Being raped would be bad enough, but having it done to her by an argonian... Deep inside though, some nasty part of her mind was enjoying the constant rubbing and caressing of her foot, and wanted more. Her mind was soon inturrupted as she caught herself purring slightly at his skilled touch, and she tried her best to stop and regain her senses. But the world was still blurry and fuzzy. His hot breath on her now well massaged foot was enough to break her mind again, and she uncontrollably started to purr and close her eyes as she felt his wet and very hot tounge slip down her sole.

His tounge slipped around her foot, massaging it along with his hands. She felt his scaled lips slip gently over her toes and with a light slurp he enveloped her toes and half of her foot inside that hot mouth as a hand gripped her other leg and started giving that foot the same treatment.

As his warm mouth worked her deeper, she felt the interior of his mouth around her foot. The warm, firm roof of his mouth rubbed it's archs over her foot's underside as the tounge washed warm, sticky saliva around it. The argonian gave a slight murr at her taste, and the grip on her other foot tightened, pulling it closer to his mouth. With a swallow, the argonian washed her taste down his throat with all the saliva in his mouth, and her foot was pulled deep into the back of the mouth as his lips slipped over her ankle.

She felt his swallow, and his teeth lightly scraped over her foot as his lips slipped over it, enveloping her foot entirely. As her other leg was guided toward his eager mouth, she found she could move her feet again, but she felt something strange attracting her to the argonian. She moved her foot closer to his mouth, something was wrong with her mind, but she couldn't place it. Noticing her guesture, the argonian loosened his grip, and opened his maw slightly. Her foot reached his muzzle, and she stroked it teasingly before bringing her leg down and feeling down along his face. Her toes felt his scaly lips and hot breath, and she lined her leg up as the argonian's tounge thrust her other foot to one side of his mouth.

She slipped her toes into the warm maw, finding it open, and slipped her other foot in willingly. Her foot scraped lightly over his teeth, adn then lay itself inside them, on the smooth, wet surface of his tounge. The argonian closed his maw around her feet, trapping them inside, and eagerly began licking over them both, working his saliva all over her feet and slipping his tounge out to wet her ankles.

She purred, now lost and confused, and her mind gave up trying to free her as she surrended to the warmth around her feet and the darkness of the room. She fell into a trance, half asleep, half awake. Somewhere in her head, she knew this was wrong and she should escape as soon as possible, but as her body regained it's strength she realized she wanted this argonian to stay. A small part of her mind suggested that she might have been charmed by him, but she gave into the spell anyway, lost in anticipation of what her new lover would do next.

Her 'lover' grabbed her thighs, having finished using his hands to weave the spell that would seal his victim's fate. His mouth worked over her feet, and his jaw moved open. His tounge slipped under her ankles as he cleared his throat entrance and opened it wide. One last blast of breath from deep in his body blasted over her feet, and then his breath came through his nose as a flap in the back of his maw shut, closing off his breathing and seperating it from the path of his throat.

With a shove and a quick move forward, her feet were pressed into the dark throat. The throat closed, gripping her feet, and his tounge gripped her ankles tightly, preparing to press them into his maw.

She felt the slimy grip around her toes and the front of her feet. Her mind was in a fog, and all she wanted was more of her lover's grip to reach around her. If her lover was opening his hatch for her legs to explore, she would gladly rub his insides, and so she pressed them both down into him.

His throat swallowed, the ring around her feet slurping them down into his neck as her ankles were pushed deep to the back of his mouth. He realized she had pressed herself in deeper, and grabbed her thighs, rubbing and massaging the backside of them as his tounge and throat cleared for the next swallow. His eyes formed evil slits as he realized his spell had worked and she was willing to plunge into his depths just to please him.

He knew he didn't have much time to work with though, and so he swallowed again. The strong grip around her ankles and her own wiggling worked him up her legs swiftly, the furry knees coming to rest in his mouth with his tounge softly pressing them to the roof. Her feet plunged down into his chest, musles deep inside doing their job of guiding her straight to his empty belly. His throat rippled and massaged her legs, and her constant purring indicated she was totally his.

She felt the tounge press forward as the hatch opened again, and she pushed herself into him. As she pressed, another massage rippled down her legs, and his tounge slipped over her private parts as his maw slipped over her butt. Her tail angled up against her back, it's base pressed tight by his jaws.

She then did something he didn't expect. She pressed deeper again, slipping down a few inches into his gullet without him even needing to swallow. Her intentions became clear once her hand slipped inside his mouth, furry fingers stroking that tounge and pressing it against her nether lips.

The unique taste of her sex urged him to stop his feeding for a moment, gullet full of kahjitt. His wide, smooth tounge pressed hard into her sex, plunging down into her depths and stroking the tunnel. Her vagnia gripped the warm lump and sucked it within her, giving his tounge the same experience her legs were getting. It gripped and swallowed his tounge deeper and deeper till he couldn't reach any further. The tip of his tounge slid through a hatchway, and he slipped his toungetip around the wet insides of the Khajiit's birthchamber, getting some very unique tastes flowing over it.

The Khajiit's body shivered as his tounge reached deeper then her mate's cock could have ever reached, rubbing her deep insides and taking all her juices with ripples that sucked her juice into his own maw. She shivered as she felt her womb being tasted. Suddenly she gripped the sides of his jaws hard with both hands as she arched back, her tail twitching through the air and her warm insides rippling violently along his tounge, gripping it tight, almost painfully. Her head lifted up in a feral roar of pleasure, but the silence spell still kept any cries inside her throat.

His throat accepted her donation of sweet juices as she came, and his tounge soon slipped out of her along with a rewarding dump of fresh juice that soon vanished down the hatch. He felt a stirring desire of his own down below as his cock started to slip out, but he realized this would not be satisfied in his current position on the bed. Grabbing her by the sides of her torso, he slid back off the bed, his throat and jaws maintaining a tight grip that held her in position as he began to sit down at the foot of the bed and tilt his head upwards.

She felt herself slide backwards, moving with him, her mind still dizzy and her recent event still sending thrills of pleasure down her spine. She felt his movements and guessed what was coming next for her by her position halfway down his throat, but she was too dazed and shocked to care anymore. As he sat down in a new position, she felt one of his hands leave her side. She moved her tail downwards, wrapping it around his head and rubbing him with her fur. She then pulled it into his mouth, and curled it gently at the back of his mouth under her butt.

The fur from her tail rubbed his throat's hatch, and he swallowed instinctively. As his throat enveloped her rump and his jaws slipped over her lower torso, her tail slipped down, unfolding itself along her legs as the ripple passed into his chest and to his belly. Her feet slipped into a very hot chamber, the slimey walls of his belly rippling around them. His belly rumbled with hunger at the entering meal, it's digestive systems waiting for the full meal to be delivered before any process would start. His single hand reached upwards, rubbing her breasts with his skilled, scaled fingers.

His other hand also reached it's destination, and wrapped itself around his shaft in a scaly embrace. With a distinct rhythm, he began to ripple his fingers down his shaft as it grew to it's full length, simulating the grip of a female's insides. With each ripple down his shaft, his other hand completed a ripple over both her breasts, and his throat followed each with a ripple of it's own.

The Khajiit slipped down into the argonian at a steady rate, body relaxed, tail swallowed up as well. She placed her hands inside his mouth during his swallowing, and was rewarded by being engulfed completly by his throat, furry hands and wrists sucked deep into his neck. She felt his stomach's slightly rough, slimey, and spongy texture as her feet and lower legs slipped down inside, the ripples of his belly working around her feet, feeling even better then his tounge and mouth had a minuite ago. She felt his distinct rhythm and pumping, and with a glance her thoughts were confirmed as she saw him pumping his own mating instruments as his throat pumped her down to his stomach. Seeing his actions made her so happy, she was sure he was charming her now, but passion was clouding her mind and so she purred softly, sharing in his satisfaction.

His hands reached up to her neck, rubbing her back and shoulders as his lips slipped over her chest with another one of a doesen rippling swallows. His rubbing was well rewarded as she purred louder and rubbed her furry breasts into his tounge, letting him taste everything on her chest and back as he licked her. His pumping got a bit more intense, one swallow for every few pumps now, his throat relaxing a bit and not being as agressive at shoving her into his belly, given his new priority.

He then reached higher up her neck, stroking the back of her hair, and then stroking gently along her chin as her constant purring rippled in his jaws. She gently rubbed her head against his hand, and then playfully licked over it as he reached the front of her mouth. His reaction to being licked, in his mess of passion, was to press against that tounge, as his pumping grew more intense and he started to reach his limit.

He stroked her black tiger lips, now wet with saliva from the previous lick, and pressed his fingers between them, feeling her teeth and gums around his fingertips as he gave another swallow. She slipped further down, his lips forming a loose seal around her neck as her shoulders were enveloped and her brests slipped into his neck. His other hand pumped furiously over his shaft.

She felt him enter her mouth, and parted her teeth carefully, making a warm chamber for his hand to slip into as he pressed deep inside her jaws. She licked his hand, and could taste both his scales and her own scent. Her purring vibrated through his arm and his own chest as she used her tounge to guide his feeling hands on a tour of her jaws, letting him rub everything within them. He felt the rough roof of her mouth, the sandpaper texture of the tounge, and then his hand was pressed under the tounge to feel the soft wetness below. With a slurp, his hand was guided deep within, and he rubbed his fingers against the softer back of the upper part of her mouth. He wiggled his fingers, and she took it as a hint of what he wanted her to do. She opened slightly, her tounge slipping out of the way, and his fingers were sucked down into her own tight throat. Her jaws closed, and he felt her tounge ripple down his wrist and back over the base of his fingers, before her soft throat gripped his fingers and rippled hard, letting him feel what it might be like to be swallowed by her as her mouth emptied the saliva buildup down her neck.

The argonian felt the ripple of her throat as she swallowed her mouth clear of saliva. He could feel the lump in her neck slip into his own jaws and down across his tounge into her chest, and he suddenly shook violently as he started to release his cum. She gagged at the sudden jerk of his hand, and his hand slipped out of her mouth as his own throat rippled in time with the flow of his shaft's pumping. Her shoulders slipped down past the soft back of his mouth and into the hatch. The throat closed around her shoulders, sealing them within, and her neck and head were enveloped by the argonian's hot and slimey mouth. Saliva coated her fur as he murred in mating pleasure and the jaws slipped over her eyes, closing her in darkness. Her legs and butt slipped inside his stomach, and the ripple going down her body rubbed her tightly.

The stream of sperm slowed, the argonian satisfied. His tounge moved to press her face right down his hatch, but it brushed her jaws and slipped inside as she let out a small gasp at the press. She sucked on it for a bit, giving him a sort of kiss from inside his mouth, before he shoved her back hard, pressing his tounge against the slick back of her jaws and ramming her neck and head down beyond his throatflaps.

Her jaws loosened and his tounge slipped out as she felt his throat loosen around her. Everything started to slow down, his jaws closed, the teeth interlocking perfectly as the lips sealed out all the light she would ever see. Behind her, the tube and stomach opened wide as she slipped over the back end of his tounge, only being granted enough time to give his throat entrance one last lick before having her face enveloped by it's slimy grip. His throat sealed tight over her face and head, and with a ripple, she was forced down his neck and into his chest. As the bulge rippled downwards, the argonian placed a hand over his belly and felt the Khajiit slip quickly into his stomach.

The Khajiit was squeezed into the warm stomach chamber, forced to fold into a crouching position. His belly's entrance sealed shut as her head slipped inside, and his belly walls gripped her tight, sealing her in place within him. She tried to breath, and found that the air in his belly would not satisfy her lung's desires for oxygen.

The argonian reached over for a jug of water he had placed on the floor by him earlier, not wishing to lose his struggling victim just yet. He opened his jaws again and poured the liquid straight into the back of them, his throat swallowing the liquid while his jaws remained open to accept the whole pitcher of water. He hoped his last spell, cast while his fingers were in her mouth, had succeeded.

As the Khajiit gasped for breath one last time, the belly churned her around. She heard some rippling sounds and then the belly started to fill with a cold liquid. Water, she realized, as the start of the stream splashed onto her back. As the liquid soaked her and was churned about her, she found she could breath it as if it were air.

The argonian swallowed the last gulp of water, and then placed the jug back down. He rubbed his belly with both hands, feeling the body within, and grinned as he found his prey was still alive, if only for now. He relaxed against the door behind him, closing his eyes and feeling his belly begin taking the tasty Khajiit further into him. His eyes flashed with a wicked pleasure as his belly started to work on the body within with a rumble, and he licked over his lips one last time as he ran his hands around his prey's form. He then raised one hand up, and started to cast another, complicated spell. It wasn't over just yet, he still had one last use for her.

The stomach continued it's relentless churning about her body, the rippling massaging every part of her it touched. The water helped to lubricate her as well as let her breath, but she soon found it was not a blessing. The chamber started to fill with a hot, sticky liquid, a volitile mixture that started to eat away at her flesh everywhere it touched, and the walls soon were covered in the dire liquid. Suddenly she felt a shock to her mind as the charm spell finally faded away. Where was she? What had happened?

The churning and sloshing sounds mixed with the heartbeat brought all her memories and visions back to her, and she realized with horror that she had been swallowed. Her mind screamed this wasn't possible, that her body size and his were not right, but then she remembered the spells he had cast on her, and the potential spells she might still be under since he could have done anything while she was asleep. Having nothing left to do and being lost in the dark, she screamed, but evedently the silence spell was still in effect. Her only reward for screaming was to have her mouth fill with the foul dijestive fluids, and she felt her throat burn as the harsh liquid started to work on her insides.

Soon the burning slipped through her skin and fur, and she felt her blood seep out through thousands of injuries along her shaking, churning body. Unfortunetly, her blood also acted to weaken the mixture, and as her flesh started to melt in the churning heat and acids, the digestive fluids slowed down to a slow, agonizing rate. As she burned, that stupid water breathing spell kept her alive, letting her breath the remaining oxygen in her own blood as her limbs, guts, and her face were slowly dizzolved by the churning liquids.

The argonian finished his spell, and a dark purple glow surrounded his belly before plunging down within it and surrounding the target.

Everything became ripples, churns, bubbles, and squeezes as the Khajiit churned alive inside the torture chamber of his stomach. Her senses finally start fading, starting with her sense of smell, sight, and taste as the tender parts of her head burn away into the gunk, and finally ending with her sense of pain as the last part of her that is capable of feeling things melts away. She didn't feel the cold embrace of the dark spell as she churns, and she continued to breath right till the moment her chest and skull is ripped open by the belly's rumbling hunger and her heart, lungs, and mind are devouered by the digestive juices.

Everything faded out and she was suddenly greeted with a bright feeling of weightlessness as her soul seperated from her body. One light flashed in her mind, a feeling, an idea, a mix of both, someone warm calling her spirit to rest with him...with the Dragon, her God...

She slipped forwards through the void, following the light, and suddenly everything became snuffed into darkness as she felt a cold, harsh, dark grip embrace her. She felt suddenly very heavy, unable to move. The voice still called to her, but it faded into the distance as her perception shrank down to the cage she suddenly found herself trapped inside. She reached out, trying to call out, but her cries are met with the stone cold walls of her prision sealing her soul inside itself forever. She can't move, can't believe, can't even think as her very soul is erased and prepared by the prision she is trapped inside, wiping any personality or hope from the surface of her soul and preparing her for use as soul energies.

The argonian casted one last spell, speeding his digestion of the rest of the Khajiit's body, and shrinking her further, no longer needing her corpse or remaining nutrients any longer. He got up, putting his cloak and dark hood on, and glanced out the window where he had come into the room only a half hour before. Seeing and hearing no one who would cause his assassination mission to be known, he reached down to take the jug of water, and pick up something else as well.

Holding the black soul gem in his hand for a bit, he can feel the tingle of the soul inside slowly feeding it's way into his body's own mana. Not needing any further charges for now, he dropped it casually into the jar before slipping the jar into a special pouch under his cloak.

Target down, mission complete. One innocent life ended, and one murderous one extended. Such is the way, of the Cursed One, incarnate.