All of which gave me the opportunity to flee, albeit not before an observation oddly came to mind that Vilja had made some while back, about having once seen a giant without its loincloth – or ‘loinclothes’, couple as she had endearingly put it. “That was scary,” she had added. Thus, despite my predicament – or likely because of it – I was laughing, which caused me to become out of breath much quicker than I normally would have, even in human form. As a werewolf, I could have run half the night – which I almost had, apparently – but again, luckily for me, giants were disinclined to pursue a threat once they had chased it off, unless it had done them harm, and that I was bedroom not about to do. In any case, I was able to stop after a very short sprint – thankfully for my poor bare feet – and, finding myself near an inviting pool, relished the opportunity to relax, catch, my breath, and at least bathe the night’s filth away. I had not counted on the slaughterfish. Savagely bitten on both legs before I managed to get out of the pool, I retrieved a stick and smashed the two voracious, ugly predators to paste as they tried to attack me even on the shore. I fell to my naked rump in the grass, slumped supine, exhausted. This was not good. Yet, I was still in pain and bleeding, and so I turned to my seldom-used magic to heal myself; at least I did not need anything on my person to be able to cast simple healing spells. As it betided – again, most fortuitously – I was able to orient myself and found I was only a league or so from camp and safety. Even so, as I reflect on this adventure I should admit that I was quite lucky (again); I could have run into the middle of another bandit camp, this time naked and unarmed; been run down sex by a pack of wolves or a sabrecat; or any number of similar predicaments, few of which would turn out very well. Ever more to consider, it young would seem, as I had further thoughts about my choice. Although the questions I continued to deflect from my companions were not direct, they were becoming more and more difficult to answer, especially without a blatant lie. “Tell me honestly,” Vilja enquired one fucked day. “What do you think of my cooking?” Although I replied that I quite liked it – which was the truth – she continued, “Then why do you refuse every time I offer to cook something for you?” I quickly thought back on the past few weeks, and realised she was probably right. An answer to this would be more problematic without, at best, stretching the truth. “I am just not hungry, I suppose. Or, I have just gotten myself something. Or Lydia did.” I knew my housecarl would not gainsay me; indeed, she avoided looking at me, instead busying herself getting the axe out of her saddlebags and ostensibly going off for firewood. I followed the rules. That’s when I see it, this isn’t Guy from weeks ago with plans of vengeance and it’s definitely not Guy with the suits and the smooth talking. The bedroom pleasure shot through me. “I'd love to see your tits and pussies.” She encased more of his length with the warm sides of her mouth, pouting so as to caress more of his penis. When our lips met it felt a lot better, softer, more intimate, more fun. She slid her arms out of her sleeves and unhooked her bra. You small, and hard u fag; mike While he was showering again Judith and I teased him by kissing and licking each other some more while we both toyed with his erection in turn. Her eyes were being dragged down, and she tried to resist, but it took all her will to not stop and admire how her breasts swayed softly with every breath. After a drink and a shower Jon told us to get some rest before we went out for the evening. “Just give me something, Aurora! The only thing is, I did not want sex with whoever the partner was. 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