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“That was the last one.” She belched, tossed the empty aside. “Know your place, pup. Fetch another. And none of that Alto slop, by Frostfire – something decent, like Firebrand or Colovian brandy.” “I am not your servant – get it yourself!” She was atop me before I noticed her move, preternaturally strong hands about my throat, yellow eyes glaring into mine, elliptical pupils dilated. “There is much for you to learn, cub,” she rumbled in my face. Curiously, I was unaware of her sex centred upon my stomach this time, for her visage morphed into a snout, fangs abruptly appeared as her jaws opened and she leaned in until my nose was practically down her throat; her breath was humid, smelled of iron and cheap wine. Suddenly, I was sweating more profusely; nonetheless, I sought to fight back. It was a mistake, of course; I was not yet as strong as the rest of the Circle each on their own, let alone against three of them, as Farkas and Vilkas, along with Aela, sought to put me in my place. For, just as did their fully lupine cousins, werewolves had a strict social hierarchy, and if I had had any illusions bus that Kodlak Whitemane was solely in charge of girl the Companions, I now knew whom the dominant female of the pack, and likely leader, was. Furthermore, if I had thought that sex alone with Aela was incomparable, I was completely unprepared for the ‘lesson’ the twin brothers and the Huntress gave me. I have no doubt that, at certain times during our tryst, we were in beast form, at other times human – perhaps even, yes, both at once. Yet, it is not coyness that compels me to spare my audience the prurient details; I simply do not remember them clearly, and thus I would deign not make up lies or exaggerate – although, judging later from my sheer exhaustion and sense of gratification, embellishment would not be possible. In any event, I will have another chance later in my tale to describe such an encounter that turned out even better. As I prepared to leave Whiterun sometime anon, intending to return to Schoolgirls Vilja and Lydia, Kodlak Whitemane intercepted me halfway down the long staircase into Whiterun proper from the main doors to Jorrvaskr. “I would have a word with you, lass.” Out of breath, the old Nord public seemed anxious. “What is it, old man?” I did not dislike the Harbinger, but he had recently lectured me regarding Aela’s and my attempts to wipe out the Silver Hand, the beast hunter group that was dedicated to killing werewolves, ostensibly for slaying one of our number, Skjor. We had met with some success, even despatching their supposed leader, yet Kodlak believed that we had gone too far, that it would only result in escalating reprisals. Further, I shared Aela’s and the others’ disdain for his desire to ‘cure’ himself. He had told me on more than one occasion hardsextube that, with blood of the beast in him, he doubted he could go to his Nordic afterlife of feasting in the halls of Sovngarde with his gods and ancestors, instead of having his soul claimed by Hircine, the god of shape changers and hunters. In fact, Kodlak had already tried to enlist me in removing the curse by seeking the coven of witches that had supposedly laid it upon the Companions some 200 years ago. I had told him I would think about it, although, at the time, I did not intend to do so. “I wonder if you have thought about my… appeal.” I was about to answer ‘No’, but something changed my word. “Yes.” He looked at me expectantly. “I… have thought about it. I must think on it further.” “It is just that I feel… time passing, and I wish to go to Sovngarde.” He was not going to hurt his sister again and this was their last hardsextube chance. I just wasn’t sure………..But now…….. He laid on his back and pulled her ass back onto his face, darting his tongue in and out of her as his mouth massaged the engorged lips of her swollen pussy. “Ponlo en la cuenta girl por favor Manuel.” I shouted as the 3 of us left; one naked girl followed 2 bemused girls. Why was that? I closed my eyes and lied back as far as I could. The man in the Schoolgirls suit was from the airline. I inhale a lung full of air as I shoot up from my bed. Selena whispered before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. public 30 minutes later, Carrie texted back. I had learned so much about myself thanks to the Program. There was a distinct smell of smoke and dirt on the clothes, but there were few alternatives. “I can swim over here if I want to.” They met in my mind. This was the first time he felt bus not only a physical but an emotional attraction to the woman he was in bed with since his wife had passed. but having resumed the earlier argument.