Could I govern the beast in me? What frightened me the most is that I may do harm to innocent folk or, worse, my compatriots. I very much wanted to ask Aela about it – how she and the asian rest of the inner Circle restrained themselves from murdering others of the Companions whom were not werewolves, or even innocent Whiterun townsfolk. Nonetheless, for at least two reasons I did not wish to see her again for the nonce. One was that she would, I suspected, not be completely truthful with me, but more so I did not trust myself to be near her and not simply believe anything she wished to tell me regardless. I stowed my effects near Lake Geir before taking beast form (the delicious pain!) and loping tirelessly along the Treva River, whence I shortly came upon Treva’s Watch once more. We had scouted it earlier and decided not to attack, as it was already near dark – but I knew, deep down, that my argument against attacking the bandits there and then in human form along with Vilja and Lydia was because I wanted the pleasure – yes, I can admit it – all to myself. Although they had foolishly left their gates open, I attempted stealth, but was unsuccessful; nonetheless, as I tore into a lookout I learned that my speed precluded any need for stealth. He raised the alarm, yet only two others came creampie at me, with pathetic boasts such as, “I’ll rip you apart!” I slaughtered them all with little trouble, fed, approached the entrance to the keep proper. The still-human measure of my mind very briefly pondered that I seemed able to do certain things as a beast – for example, open (unlocked) doors – while other ‘normal’ tasks, such as searching for loot and rifling bodies, simply did not even occur to me; my focus as a beast was the immediate cycle of hunt, kill, feed. Regardless, I knew my friends and I would be back the next day, when we could ransack the place at leisure. What I did not count on was my travel mates’ reactions – or, for that matter, my own. “ Mother of the Ice! ” hissed Lydia, as we rode through the entrance. Our mounts, halting abruptly just inside, began exhibiting a collective desire to flee the horrific scene. I had not noted the carnage I left behind the night before; the three corpses were in almost identical positions: on their backs with their chests torn open, contents strewn about. I made a mental note to tear the bodies apart next time, as I had the last one I caught two nights past, which should prevent any such diagnosis. Vilja, a degree paler, if that were possible, gasped. “Oh… Oh, no . They… look like… like they’ve been eaten !” She appeared to be swallowing her bile. “And this one – where is her head?” For some reason I was disturbed more by gagging her response than anything else – for example, the fact that I was responsible for the butchery – as the blonde had not displayed any squeamishness thus far in our adventures, in spite of encountering, perhaps even inflicting, much worse. I shrugged off her observation. “Probably wolves. Let us take the horses outside anyway, and you can stay with them if you wish.” She refused, but I should have insisted. The interior of the fort was worse, japanese and of course, no one would believe that ‘wolves’, or any other predator, could have gotten inside and done the same thing to those half-dozen-or-so bodies, one of whose face was virtually gone, as if peeled off (I vaguely recalled sitting atop someone and ‘slapping’ them with both clawed hands). Thus, Vilja was not able to continue looting, and I trow that even Lydia was grateful, for once, that I had assigned her to the other Nord girl and thus had excuse to leave as well. I knew I was in for more disturbed looks, if not questions. VII Naked Pursuits We continued in the same mould for many more days, wandering Skyrim and completing quests, before my luck finally ran out, in a manner I had not predicted. Although I had for quite some time now ceased passing out before changing back – whereupon I had heretofore to wake up, orient myself, and find my gear – I was usually no more than a bowshot away from my stash, and almost immediately fully cognisant of myself and my surroundings. I had also been able to plan my near-nightly hunts, so that I did not roam so far that I was not able to make it back near camp and my cache before I resumed human form, which was always involuntary, and dependent upon how much I was able to feed. However, one night I found myself pursued by a dragon, and so – perhaps instinctively knowing I was likely no match for it alone, but more so because I had no healing potions, magic, and so on – I fled. I know not how long or how far I loped in beast form ere I suddenly found myself once more human, and realised I was in trouble: Finding oneself completely naked, weaponless, and standing in the middle of a giant’s encampment can generate solemn questions about life’s priorities – but I would have to ponder them anon. Fortunately, giants seldom attack without provocation; unfortunately, what was most likely to provoke them was coming too near their camps or mammoth livestock. Fortunately, before attacking they tended to make threatening gestures, such as stomping, grunting, roaring, and beating the ground with their huge clubs (apparently mammoth leg bones), just as this one was. All of which gave me the opportunity to flee, albeit not before an observation oddly came to mind that Vilja had made some while back, about having once seen a giant without its loincloth – or ‘loinclothes’, as she had endearingly put it. “That was scary,” she had added. Thus, despite my predicament – or likely because of it – I was laughing, which caused me to become out of breath much quicker than I normally would have, even in human form. As a werewolf, I could have run half the threesome night – which I almost had, apparently – but again, luckily for me, giants were disinclined to pursue a threat once they had chased it off, unless it had done them harm, and that I was not about to do. In any case, I was able to stop after a very short sprint – thankfully for my poor bare feet – and, finding myself near an inviting pool, relished the opportunity to relax, catch, my breath, and at least bathe the night’s filth away. And putting on freshly ironed shirts really changed the mood for the better. I always wondered why she divorced Dad. One night Tyler was laying on his bed wondering why he hasn't found a japanese mate yet. I lied there for a few minutes. “Oh, my gosh,” she moaned. “That will help?” she gasped. He positioned 3 on her anus, and 5 on her snatch and began pressing. Again she chuckled, "Oh Alec you're so sweet and kind but you are so naïve! “You. Shaila exclaimed as she arched her back. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips before my creampie sweet daughter sucked on my nipple. Down to her soft cunny. I couldn’t wait to watch it later with Mollie. Then he looked upwards again and looked at the cutest pair of adorable titties he had ever seen. The steely animalistic appearance on his face began to soften as cum inched its way up his shaft. Tonight's going to be spaghetti again. What do I say? Mommy! He slapped her again. With unwavering threesome control and skill, the Pokémon fixated his legs on the targeted limb, having previously tucked the ankle and foot under his right armpit, and then pulled back, while also twisting sideways the lower leg of the Trainer in a perfect heel hold. I feel the tensing in my asian belly. Sonia would daily give both her men golden showers before she went to work . And Arthur had now been trained to lovingly eat momma's ass. I feel his balls clench. Her husband Ravi had a bare chest and Smita secretly longed for a hairy chest. Arbor looked at me quizzically from heavy gagging lids. He swallowed, giving me a wary look. She shook them gently, and he watched them as if in a trance, his lips parting in hopeful anticipation.