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– another dragon joined the fray. Even so, combatants would teen not set aside their differences to confront either, greater threat; everywhere small pockets of soldiers battled one another, whilst a dragon circled overhead breathing fire down upon them and a giant indiscriminately knocked them flying. I was appalled, and incredulous. Withal, I entered the fight myself, albeit only to battle the dragon. When it was over, the dragon carcass lay atop several soldiers. I had not delivered the final blow, and thus it did not disintegrate, and I was unable to absorb its soul. This was a minor annoyance, however, compared to the stupidity of the entire conflict. Vilja was not happy when I immediately cancelled our relaxation trip, and instead headed toward Windhelm. I barely stopped – and then only in respect of Vilja and our horses, who still needed rest – until we arrived in Solitude, whence lay Castle Dour and the Imperial Legion’s headquarters. XV Decisions I am still unsure what finally prompted my decision to babe join the Legion – Vilja will not stop pestering me about it – but I suppose I see it as my best chance to help end a pointless war. I also think that Ulfric Stormcloak is naught but a regicide with his own self-interest in being High King. Furthermore, I detest the way most Nords mistreat other races; ‘Skyrim belongs to amateur the Nords!’ indeed. Once again, do not misunderstand; I am not enamoured with the Empire, either, kneeling as they did to the Aldmeri Dominion and signing the so-called White-Gold Concordat, which forbade the worship of Talos – a sacred figure to the Nords, if no one else. Not to mention how the Dominion’s Thalmor representatives poke their fingers into every pie in Skyrim by sending their ‘advisors’ to virtually every court in the land, and presuming to arrest and torture anyone they suspect might be guilty of Talos worship. Thus have I developed an abiding hatred for the Thalmor as great as or more so than what I feel for bandits; fetish and I may tell you the story of how I stormed their embassy and freed a prisoner some time anon. Now is not that time, however. I spent the following few days (was it weeks?) in chaotic activity, moving back and forth across Skyrim, trying to do my duty as a new Legionary soldier as well as follow up various rumours and solve peoples’ problems. This brought me some fame, I am immodest enow to say, including becoming Thane of several Holds (I have lost count: Whiterun, Falkreath, Haafingar, The Pale, and Markarth, I think). In turn, I acquired the pleasant but time-eating chore to try to build or at least furnish a home in each hold – even if most are homes where no one lives, save a steward, for the nonce. Withal, most relevant to this tale is how I rejoined with Serana – or she with me. 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But it did quite feel like eternity the whole week. Other stories around Grace will follow, all connected by the characters in NAKED LEGAL. Her dark hands cupped my breasts, her fingers brushing the vines tattooed on the left. She grasped her chest and took inventory with her eyes. Dan gasped and opened his mouth. Soft yet firm fingers rolled his nipples and pinched and pulled. After about a month, he mentioned to me that he was moving babe to an apartment closer to where my parents lived. Never again. How could I turn into such a wicked mother so fast? It was to risky to move anymore debris without the danger of the ground collapsing beneath them. At the end of the week, she nervously approached me just to tell me she was going away on a business trip for a few days. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. I lay back on Amber bed, I must be dreaming. 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