“My thane ,” the housecarl repeated, laying her hands on me; pressed me back into the bed. “What do you wish? I’ll get it for you – you must rest.” My fears subsided, as did I, momentarily. “No. I have rested enow. “Where is my armour… weapons?” I would kill the dreams. “I must find Vilja.” “You wonted to towk to me?” She wore her blue dress, my favourite, matching her eyes. I half-sat up for a moment, heart lodged in my throat. Approaching from the bedroom door, she made as though to hug me; I reached for her, suddenly appalled as I noticed fur on my hands, long talons sprouting whilst the hunger leapt, a red haze before my eyes— I awoke, sweating. Bright sunshine pierced gaps between the planks of the walls; dust motes swirled. I heard children playing in the street outside, the distant call of hawkers from the market. “My thane.” Lydia, this time. Unsteadily I reached for her, glanced blearily at my hand as I clutched her bare arm; it was normal. I squeezed, ascertained that my housecarl was real. A dark eyebrow rose. “My thane?” I snapped my head about the room – a little too quickly, as a wave of dizziness swept over me; Vilja was not here. “I…” My throat felt like the entire Alik’r Desert had invaded. Yet, amateur I took that as the final proof that I was actually awake and japan cured; I had felt neither hunger nor thirst, other than as an illness, for what seemed like ages. Lydia handed me a goblet of water; I emptied it, messily; she refilled it. “Are you hungry, my thane?” I told her thought I could eat an entire ‘flock of mammoths’ (as Vilja once put it), and beg for seconds. As it happened, Vilja found me anon. I am uncertain that my fervent wish for her – I may even someday admit that it was a prayer – was mere coincidence or not. All I know is that I emerged into the daylight later that day (or was it several days later?), paused upon the steps of Breezehome, turned my face toward the sun; closed my eyes and tried to absorb it. “Wouldn’t it be nice to jest towk a little, asian you and I?” I dared not open my eyes for fear that I was dreaming again. Slowly, I cracked them; Vilja, in her blue dress, stood in the street at the base of the steps, blonde hair shining, just as I pictured her pussy in my dreams… “Shrelle?” Sinking into her shocking blue eyes, I read the myriad questions therein. I felt myself trembling, jaw working; countless thoughts japanese and feelings washed over me at once, like the wind of a swooping dragon. Tears threatened; I could not answer past another iron ingot in my throat. I rammed into her again and again. She turns to look at him, a questioning look on her face. She gleefully slammed the door as we stepped in and ran pussy off, laughing. She elevated her hips from the floor in a gentle ascension, crying out weakly as she squirted a fourth time. “I had to admit we'd had sex,” she said, “but I didn't tell him asian any details.” The way she moves her tongue.” I will beg. “ARE YOU READY?” Came the voice from the speaker, electronic synths playing in the background. Gerry was a handsome guy, japan maybe a few years older than Summer, and had a pretty good sense of humor. "Nod your head when you can see his cock," she said. The flight home was ‘interesting’. All of Lydia’s girls always wear a pink ‘Hello Kitty’. "What about the tail" she was on her hands and knees, wiggleing her ass to make it wave back and forth. “Mom will have a fit if she sees that crap on your face.” It seemed she had found her new favorite animal. "Your boat?" While unsurprisingly he attracted a good amount of female attention, it seldom progressed beyond flirting as he avoided developing relationships with his clientele so his sex life mostly consisted of occasional amateur calls from old flames who called him whenever they were having a dry spell, which he was more than happy to japanese make himself available for as it was low-effort on his part.Generally his fantasies seemed to revolve around power, either using it, or being deprived of it.