Thus did I learn how to get what I wanted – using guile, sometimes stealth, and both aspects of my physicality, including sex and, later on, my formidable strength. I also learned of the greater world from travellers, and developed a yearning to see and experience it – as if getting away from my virtual enslavement were not incentive enow. “Should we return?” Aela asked abruptly. For an instant, I thought she meant to whence I came, asian which provoked a violent reaction within me; but I answered, “Yes.” I needs must ponder my reaction more closely sometime anon. I return to the present crossroads. Even Aela, it seemed, was not unaffected by this war. “Damn shame,” she murmured. Corpses littered the slopes amidst rocks and scrub; guts, limbs, a head or two liberally strewn; blood soaked virtually every speck of snowy ground. This time, I felt no poignancy, only Hardcore sadness. Vilja, apparently, thought I had other things on my mind. “If we meet someone when you’re a werewolf,” she proposed, “we could just pretend that you’re a dog. I’m sure they would believe us.” Her comment did not sink in until I heard Aela snickering behind me, apparently unsure if she ought to be laughing, considering the scene. Trying to hold the mirth inside, I did not turn around; instead heeled my mount, continued westward. Some weeks later, intending to return to the hot spring near Eldergleam Sanctuary for a little rest and recreation, we happened upon yet another Stormcloak-Imperial battle. This time, however, a giant had somehow gotten embroiled in the conflict, and – by all the gods, again! – another dragon joined the fray. Even so, combatants would 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 doggystyle stopped – and then only in respect of Vilja and straight 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 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 the Nords!’ indeed. teen 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; 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?) The actual execution crew who carry out the hangings are all male corrections officers; female corrections officers are with each condemned woman in each holding cell, two per cell. I shivered, my pussy still tingling. She reached down and rubbed me through my boxers. “Pita! Once straight her Master was able to pull his cock from her violated pussy. “I wear a uniform, right?” She shrugged, blushing. She broke eye contact and blinked several times too. My mind was spinning and I almost forgot I was still there completely naked, with cum on my face and yet my heart felt so close to him so in love. “Kevin?” I asked. asian "Let me eat that cock before I die!" I looked with growing excitement at her lovely and curvy body which glistened with water. I continued to finger fuck her and suck on her clit, pushing her into multiple orgasms. Soon Erica had finished cooking the food - a chicken and rice dish. opened her legs a little wider as he rubbed real low I managed to take a single step forward before a small cold dot landed on my nose. "You're married?" Molly's pussy was peeking between her legs, and Zach moved his hands along her thighs until he reached teen her outer folds and moved back down. Shuffling a little, he moved to lay down on his side, his head in her lap looking down at the now almost hard cock, doggystyle a deep chocolate colour he saw, darker, he noticed, than the rest of her exotic skin. Damn it fucking reeks. Hardcore