Though splotches of blood remained discernible here and there in the courtyard, Ingjard – or persons unknown – had cleaned up the gruesome scene. Had it been left to me I would have nailed both scoundrels naked to a tree – just as I had served a number of bandits and bounty hunters. Yet, a poor sight that would have anal made for my wedding party as they emerged from the temple following the service; thus, perhaps it was well that I had not been in any condition to do so, notwithstanding my concern for Iona. Inside the temple, the gathering waited expectantly, thus I endeavoured to push all other thoughts aside as I gazed upon my bride, awaiting me at the altar. Though at first evincing something like curiosity – doubtless at my tardiness – at my reassuring smile Vilja otherwise appeared the epitome of Mara, all modesty and asian chastity, blue eyes slightly downcast yet following me, a tiny smile curling her sweet Hardcore red lips. A wedding wreath of white roses and greenery adorned her shining blonde hair, a similar bouquet held against the bodice of her floor-length gown, it the colour of un-melting snow at the Throat of the World. A pendant – an Amulet of Mara, I wryly observed – hung round her ivory neck. My heart gave a lurch, as blood began to pound in my ears; I felt a flush at my throat, heat rising beneath a second, inferior set of daedric armour I had some time ago ‘retired’ to a display stand in my home. Though I felt a tingle in my female parts as well, this was different; I knew I loved her, that I would do anything for her; that I would face Alduin and all the Elder Gods, plus the entire Daedric pantheon, naked and unarmed, to protect her. I stood before my girl, unable to stop my slight tremble. “Are you l-looking for marriage, then?” I teased her. She had often been similarly questioned by certain of our companions, when she confessed her desire to find one of the popular love tokens – not to advertise for marriage, she vehemently denied, but “for its mayical properties”. “No,” she murmured. “I’m already taken.” She kept her gaze on the floor at our feet. “Yes, you are.” I lifted her chin with one gloved finger, poured my soul into her moist blue eyes as she sought mine; held them. The crowd, temple, city… the world retreated as I recalled oddments of a conversation not long ago, when I asked her when she knew she loved me… “Strangely, I think it started to dawn on me when we met Halvdan in Riften. I looked at him, and he was everything I did NOT want. And then I looked at you...” “Yes...?” “I looked at you... and it was like I saw you for the first time. Your beautiful eyes, the colour of your hair, your soft dark skin… I never thought I’d feel this way for a woman, but that evening, I couldn’t stop looking at you, wondering what it would be like to be loved by you. But I didn’t expect that you would feel japanese the same.” “So that was when you realised you loved me?” I wondered. “No... not really. I knew you were very special to me, that you meant more to me buttfucking than anyone else. And I also knew that I found you very attractive. But I still was mistaking it for friendship.” She went on to tell me that she only gave herself pause when Wilbert suggested she go with him to Cyrodiil. “You see, it didn’t matter that I had dreamed of becoming a bard. Suddenly, all that mattered was that I wanted to stay here, with you. And I was so happy when you asked me not to leave.” “Would you have left if I had asked you?” “Yes, I would. I knew for sure that if you really cared for me, you would ask me to stay with you. And you did. “Tell me honestly,” she continued, “did you ever think of telling me to leave with Wilbert?” I admitted that I had. “I knew how you dreamt of becoming a bard.” She groaned loudly, and her legs came around me, and I could feel her shoes against my butt, holding me tight in her. She is one hell of an English teacher. Disclaimer: I do not in any way support torture or rape in real life. She kept wondering about him. Just take your pants off.” As the pickup up got closer she her skin turned to goosebumps and a brief thought flashed through her mind “what if this person kills me?”. This training was taking longer than she had hoped for just to fetch a ball, so she went back into the software to see if it could be adjusted further. The young girl had adopted a different posture, that of bending forward a little to let her ass enjoy all the electric power she asian could get. Then she slapped the girl's ass hard. During her foster family experiences her daydreams provided refuge for her and over time she became so adept at visualizing scenes and stories that she could outline an entire movie in her mind, connect and rearrange Hardcore scenes, put any scene into a loop, shift the visualization to another part, put the entire movie on hold while she took care of some task such as talking with a repairman that required her focus, or if the task was something routine such as unloading groceries after shopping she could complete the actions required buttfucking by the task while the fantasy continued to play out. I suppose you anal wonder why I didn't choose some table by the wall so I could keep watch around me. Two reasons basically, firstly there was no good such spot since the room was rather crowded, secondly like I just told you I have made a fortune from winning lots of duels and it was not against farmers out in nowhere like this. With the full intent of staying inside he pounded her into her and panted faster and faster until ........ I parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bags, while she went to check on her dog, still angry with me, and barely speaking to me.. I swear to god. I promise to do better. Oh. Make this as good for japanese her as I can. Her big tits are held up and presented by the corset. Of course, Lucilla had boobies as big as my own. OK?" she pleaded.