Even so, I realised that I was once again fortunate to come across a recent battlefield of the war between the Imperial Legion and the rebel Stormcloaks. I had ample bodies to feed upon, and indian yet this night I was to come to the realisation that scavenging would not suffice. By instinct, I made my way back through the benighted forest toward Ivarstead, having consumed enow to make up for the last few days of deprivation. Despite the surfeit – or perhaps because of it – I still felt sick and unfulfilled. Nonetheless, one animal hunger couple being mostly assuaged and removed from that part of my mind, I was seriously contemplating taking Elda, the Vilemyr whore, up on her unsubtle offer upon my return – “I’ll tire you out for only five septims!” – when my thoughts were interrupted by cries of “Die, monster!” It would seem I had loped easily into a bandit camp. Suddenly assailed on all sides, instinct took over once again. Nearly all of them fled in panic when I tested my new ability to terrorise with a ferocious roar, and soon more corpses surrounded me, most of which I had to chase down. The last I grabbed from behind with both paws around his neck, dragged him off his feet to face my slavering jaws. His odd plea of “Mercy!” cut off as I popped his head from his shoulders; fountains of blood showered me, most of which I tried to catch and swallow. I ripped one punjabi arm off, then the other, followed by each leg, as though I plucked a chicken; further gouts of blood sprayed, each somewhat lessened. I lifted the torso above my head, opened my jaws as wide as I could; bit through insubstantial hide armour, skin, bone, tore at collage the heart, chewing it from the corpse. The remainder I tossed aside, went looking for the rest. Thus presented with yet another feast, this time I found the bliss that I sought. As I ripped heart after heart from still-warm flesh and gnawed at them, the fresh blood pouring down my throat, my wounds – some serious – healed much quicker than they had ere now, in either form. I could have swallowed the tidbits whole with no trouble, of course, but I wanted to savour every morsel, to enjoy this. I howled my ecstasy at Masser, the larger of the two moons, out and full red this night. Answered by several of my cousins, I turned toward Ivarstead. I would now see to my other need. Perforce, I was reminded of the necessity to pay even more than usual attention to my ablutions, despite my having bathed in the river before donning my stashed clothing (this time carefully wrapped against my ‘marking’ of the spot). As I entered the inn’s common room and strode up to Elda, wresting her from some fool’s lap and snapping, “Time to back up your boast, wench!” she attempted to shake me off. “You smell like a wet dog!” she retorted. “Get away from me until you bathe.” Abruptly infuriated, I thought to eat her heart instead of her other parts; advising myself against it, I pulled her along, forcing her to stumble after me. “Then help me, and join me.” Raucous laughter pursued us, along with the expected hoots and prurient remarks. As it betided, Elda was all braggadocio, for she most assuredly did not tire me out; the buxom Nord begged mercy as I assaulted her again, furiously rubbing my sex against hers, like two pair of blacksmith’s tongs inserted one into the other. Troll fat, however, made a poor substitute for a woman’s natural juices, I found, as even I was becoming raw, and Elda had all but dried up. She had apparently passed out again, and so I left her, sprawled naked in my bed with a handful of gold coins – far more than she had demanded – as I dressed and emerged to find Lydia and Vilja waiting for me. Ostensibly, they were eating breakfast, but I realised only then that it was near midday, and it now occurred to me that the entire inn must have heard our passions all morning. The looks I received ranged from the expected studiously neutral, from Lydia, to something like shock and sadness from Vilja. Yet, instead of mild amusement or village salacious grins from other patrons, along with exclamations similar to the night prior, the few others present appeared to avoid looking at me, whilst one or two glances that I did manage to catch looked almost… frightened. Despite a pang of remorse I could not yet have identified, I dismissed all feelings other than how energised I felt, instead bidding my companions, “Let us be off!” VI outdoor The Beast in Me I controlled my hunger as we camped the next night, although I could no longer avoid thinking about certain realities and posing myself some difficult questions. I fully understood what Aela had meant, and why she was enthusiastic about the life. Now that we had been separated for a time, I was able to mitigate my bedazzlement of the graceful Huntress, but I knew that the beast in me held certain attractions regardless. It was indeed everything she had promised – yet more. Which was, by Stendarr, the dilemma. I had not actually killed an innocent humanoid, but then, what defined ‘innocent’? Certainly, ere last night none that I had fed upon had heretofore sought to harm me directly, although any number of them could have, given the chance. I want you to think about your mother when you're doing it. “What was I supposed to do, Mary, they’re your friends?” As I expected, Dakota was the first to erupt with a loud orgasm. I gently caressed her face. For the next 30 minutes or so I was taken at both ends and I drained Luke and Lenny. It’s punjabi been a long day.” She started that the car and added, “I’m actually kinda surprised. You could be just as happy. The length of the bed was positioned parallel to the doorway, and the bed jutted out from the wall into the center of Lisa's bedroom, so that there was room for a night stand and a small lamp on each side of the bed. " Mum .... He was quick to lick my pussy and then plunged his cock deep into me. He had become a mad man as he fucked his cock deep into me. It didn’t take him long to full me with his cum and we just laid with his cock in my pussy as he asked, “Did you have a nice day, darling?” I answered, “Oh, yes, it was a marvelous day.” Chapter 3 We were so close to collage having indian sex." And it had all happened by accident! Silence. My pussy juices glowed with the brilliance of the sun. My heart was confused and happy. Whatever. “You don’t really think we’re done do you?” "That's when I notice that village one of the man's balls is quickly growing bigger and bigger, right in front of my eyes, until it's finally the size of a basketball. That was about a year ago and the lottery money is just about gone. I embarrassingly put the cup back and toss them the ball back. He took an envelope from his inner jacket and handed it over and spun back to stare at me with a dangerous smile. The Master had watched Linda's ordeal from his easy chair and had decided that it was a little late in the day to start Gina on the road to be a pony. ” I growled, pushing Angela back. We got our drinks and couple headed back to where we had been standing only to find that the space had been filled by about a dozen young outdoor men and a couple of topless girls. She grabs onto just my dick and starts to stroke it. Am I going to have to move?” Michael could also tell she was very tired and remembered they hadn't had dinner. He laughed “You’re a light weight babe, but you have to drink more with me, it’s my birthday after all.” She lifted her cheeks by pulling her closer and reaching her arm around the front of her. “I’ll need that revised by the end of the day,” she instructed. Showing him HIS hole. I’ve never thought of it using that word before.