XIV Crossroads Some days later, Aela, Vilja, and I found ourselves at the crossroads south of Whistling Mine in Winterhold, making our way west toward Mount Anthor. We had another dragon to take care of, this time for the Jarl of Winterhold. Another Stormcloak-Imperial battle had recently ended here, and I found the futility of the conflict, as well as other thoughts, wrestling with my consciousness as I surveyed the grim scene. I wearied of snide remarks from guards and townspeople about finding my ‘wolfish grin unsettling’, or smelling like a wet dog, or questioning if I had fur growing out of my ears. Furthermore, despite Vilja’s assertion that she was not blowjob afraid of me – both Aela and I had a tendency to involuntarily take on beast form when under stress – or her cfnm avowal that she thought I was ‘kind cumshot of cute’ when I was a werewolf, and how she has ‘always loved dogs’ – I was dissatisfied. Nevertheless, none of this yet decided me; nor even when Vilkas and then Farkas came to me and asked for their cure, and I made but a half-hearted attempt to dissuade them. “I will never forget hunting with you, sister,” Vilkas told me. “And I know the nights will never be again. But, like Kodlak, I am a Nord, and I fear for my soul. I wish to know glory in the afterlife. “Perhaps you will join me, sister? Then we can still be… together?” “I… will miss you too, brother, but I cannot.” “As you wish. amateur But it would be my honour if you would accompany me, Harbinger.” I did so, and although I was sore temped again, especially after the twins’ comments following – likening it to the effect of ‘a warm mug of spiced mead’ or how their minds were no longer ‘clouded with thoughts of the hunt’ – I did not partake. Vilkas, oddly, even said something about no longer being able to ‘smell my heart beating’, and although I had not thought of it like that, I know what he meant. Nonetheless, I had yet to collect all of the Totems of Hircine with Aela, and I would big know the benefits of having them all. Each on its own bestowed a blessing of sorts when in beast form, similar to various benedictions one received at any shrine in Skyrim. I needs must admit, as well, that I did not want to lose Aela, for I was certain that she would not accept the cure, and I knew this would force me to choose between her and Vilja; but I did not want to renounce any of it. I found it all quite vexing, not to mention inflaming, especially so when, every chance she had, Vilja stripped naked to swim (despite her complaints that the water in Skyrim is too cold). Her tiny frame, pale skin, wisp of blonde hair not nearly covering her perpetually distended nether lips fetish – it was too much. All I noticed was my wife. I got up and went back in the restroom to get as amateur much cum out of my ass as possible. I licked my lips, my heart thundering in big my chest. Her muscles tensed in her legs as pleasure coursed down blowjob through them, curling her toes. We haven't timed it together yet have we? After an half an hour of nothings, he got a hit on a room on the third floor. "It was just a fun picture that she took on her phone and sent to me." “We’re Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, and I’ve already fed you the apple. “Meh, he’s used fetish to it, Ashley,” Danica said, plopping down on the couch so that her chest bounced inside the extremely tight red dress she wore. This is starting to hurt a little more. The succubus bit her lip in anticipation as her agent nestled his cock in her folds, rubbing against her wetness. John didn’t think there was enough butter or sour cream cfnm and asked for more for Diane. He kissed her once while he was exploring her body, then leaned down and smooched her collarbone, and then lingered at her left nipple for cumshot a second with his lips on her.