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 know the benefits of having them all. Each on its own bestowed a blessing of sorts when amateur 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 – it was too much. I knew she was not deliberately teasing me, but I do not believe she is utterly innocent of the effect she has on me, either. Thus, the circumstances that found all three of us – Aela, Vilja, and I – together nude with several other swimmers at the hot pools near Eldergleam Sanctuary a while back, were incredibly frustrating for many reasons, not least of which is that, by all the gods, a dragon attacked us. There we were, Vilja, Aela, and I, bare as newborns but for a bit of jewellery, along with two other naked women and a man, with aught but weapons – and some magic – to fight a dragon; it must have been a remarkable sight. Withal, if it were not for my Shouts and Vilja’s magic, plus whatever the others were able to do – I was too busy to notice – it may have ended badly for us all. Indeed, we were lucky that any of us were alive (and I am a little surprised that Aela and I did not take beast form under such duress). As it betided, the dragon grabbed the poor man in its jaws, shook him like a wolf with a skeever, and later we could not find much left of him to bury or burn. That left five naked, wounded, stressed girls. Have you ever noticed how many women’s nipples harden after exertion, even if it is not sexual? I have – as I noticed all of ours then. I, for one, was moist betwixt the legs, too. The strangers were so impressed with how I had absorbed the dragon’s soul – recognising me as Dragonborn – I am certain they would have been amenable to any advance I proffered. Thus, with all the luscious flesh on display prior and following that battle, Aela and I were all at once in sore need of sating our other lust. Moreover, I had to be hands-on in assisting Vilja to heal the others’ wounds, which of course only frustrated me more. Hence, with only one another to rely upon to relieve both hungers, Aela and I did so that night. Following our hunt – which, as was now our custom, we restricted to game japanese animals or ‘miscreants’ – I subsequently found myself pondering how finding time and place both for sex and the hunt had become ever more problematical. I know it hurts Vilja when I have sex within her hearing, let alone sight, and so Aela and I needs must tryst a ways off to spare her. Not too difficult, given that we do not need to sleep in the same, or a nearby, tent, although we set one up anyway, to be out of the ofttimes harsh Skyrim elements. Even so, however much I voyeur disliked leaving Vilja alone on these occasions, this was not asian the greatest problem, either; it was becoming… trite. Although we could not wear one another out, I felt some staleness with Aela, and I sensed she felt it as well. By this time, of course, Vilkas and Farkas had been human again for quite some time, and therefore both of us were pining for male company. I admit that we even tried… enticing some of our male wild brethren whilst in beast form, but it did not work; we scared them, it seemed. Neither did we yearn to seek others of our own kind; the skinwalkers, for some reason, did not recognise us as kin, although they would not attack us, either. Do not misunderstand me, however; speaking for myself as well as, I trow, for Aela, I did not value male and female sex partners in that one or the other was preferable. I prized both sexes equally for their differences, the same as I sought experience with different races. It is the variety I crave, to allay the hunger. Furthermore, I do not see one sex or the other as more or less ‘loveable’ than the other; I deem myself capable of loving either male or female equally – and perhaps even more than one at a time. As I pondered these thoughts, however, I questioned my notion of ‘love’ in its primal sense. I had not heretofore experienced it – at least the love that all the bards sing of – and thus, what could I know of it? That is, what do I feel for Aela; is it love, or merely lust? What of Vilja? I am public deeply attracted to the blonde Nord, but is it only a physical longing for something that is, for the nonce, beyond my grasp? Did I love her as I did Aela, or was it something different? How could I even know, as a beast? Once more, I cast my mind back a few nights. "Oh!" she gasped suddenly as the slick head of japanese my dick popped through her outer ring with the mouth of her sex snapping behind the mushroom dome to grab me tight, "Ooo!" Im so amateur sorry, I’ll come back.” She said. “Oh, gosh, I'm going to cum.” Kate sat at one end of the sofa and I sat at the other end it didnt take long before kate had her feet up resting on my lap this is our normal position on a Friday night. David asian knew he had no choice and said, "I will pay you the money." “When I cum into your girlfriend’s mouth, I’m gonna snap your spine and neck, faggot! Ethan had seen that as well and he smiled when I looked at him. “The jammers are secured in such a way that they can only be disabled on the authority of the Security Council. I only wear it for sunbaking in the backyard.” To say the least I love being owned by the farmer's daughter. I loved the feel of her silky pubic hair caressing my cheeks as I fluttered my tongue deep into her snatch. “Shhh, just ride the waves baby.” I watch her lips kiss my hips. And Lisa was all of the sudden overcome with the strong urge to voyeur lean down and lick Bill's piss-hole opening, which was something that she absolutely loved doing to her lesbian girlfriends' piss-holes. "Mmm. Reaching an apartment block, Beth led him up to what Peter gathered was her apartment, she put a stop to his gabbing by leading him to the bedroom and firmly pushing him down on the bed. They only spoke when one of the men lagged behind or looked like he public was wandering, a quick and harsh threat to return to formation. He leaned down, squeezed one tit rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb as he kissed, licked and nibbled the other until she moaned and relaxed her sphincter letting his cock head pop inside making her groan with slight pain. Ryan told me that one of the guys had renamed the parties as the OON Parties. "It's OK," he said. Do you wanna lick Daddy's dick? I picked at it before rolling onto my side and hugging my pillow. “She’s OK, she won’t do anything stupid,” I reassured him. I am amazed that you would tell her that you are going to be here with me she said.We have had a great marriage I said, honesty is the key.We love each other very much as I am sure Rod loves you as well.He would have too I said to allow you to be here all night with me. She moaned loudly again, even more intense but shorter lived. Dakota was riding my face, and Sharon was using her oral skills on my hard cock. I walked into the leisure centre again and the receptionist smiled at me. It was one of those ‘knowing’ smiles.