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Frustration mounting, I returned to a spot that, despite being at first repulsed by the smell, I was somehow instinctively drawn: a mound of leaves and detritus beneath a large oak. I tried to hold my breath as I dug through the pungent odour of (I somehow knew) my own urine, to find the stashed gear. Despite it doubtless being similarly fragranced, I donned it, making a fuzzy mental note to wrap it in leather or something next time, as well as to try to find a more accessible spot near water. I knew why I had to make these nightly preparations; it had been my own choice, after all – a choice I was coming to Brutal regret. Nonetheless, I had been under no duress at the time; I had voluntarily drunk of Aela’s freely given blood four nights past in the Underforge, receiving the taint of lycanthropy into my own body. Some of the Companions – the order of warriors in Whiterun that had recently admitted me – such as Kodlak Whitemane, their Harbinger, or leader, considered it a curse, and sought to rid themselves of the ‘taint’. Others – Aela, primarily – considered it a gift to be exploited to the fullest. She had made it seem so attractive: to be stronger, faster; to experience the hunt and battle, not to mention sex, more intensely than any human could; in short, to be more alive ! I remembered being overcome by lust as we laid together that night, plummeting utterly into her intense green eyes as she urged acceptance of her other gift. I found myself recalling, moreover, my wonder at how it could get any better. I now knew it was all true. II Primal Urge Six nights ago… “It could be better than this,” Aela assured me huskily. I lay beside the milky-skinned Nord, exhausted, fur coverings thrown aside, allowing the Slave night to japanese cool my dark, sweat-sheened skin inside the benighted tent. I withdrew a bare leg from across hers, moved her arm from my heaving stomach; further contact was too intense just now. Yet, she hardly seemed fatigued, her breathing barely quickened. I could not believe it – after what we had just done? “H-How?” I demanded, which she took as a response to her query. The odours of sex and sweat-drenched furs pervaded the interior, along with the pungency of smoke from the single brazier that afforded poor reddish light and too much heat. “Perhaps you noticed that I am barely started with you.” She half-rose, flicked both my nipples simultaneously with her fingers, followed by a swift lick and a nip to each, causing me to start and cry out. “N-No… more!” I attempted to deflect her lips contacting mine. “I n-need… some time.” I was almost ashamed; after all, I was supposedly Dragonborn . “That is what I mean,” she growled, rolling fully astraddle me and pinning my arms to the fur mats. “You would not, were you to accept my gift.” I had neither domination time nor senses to ponder her double meaning further. She was, I had to admit, incredibly strong. No milk-drinking female myself – a Redguard warrior by My Father’s Name – yet she had no trouble imposing her carnal will on me, licking and biting around my over-sensitive dark areolas and elsewhere as I struggled beneath her. She emitted another guttural rumble as my exertions only seemed to inflame her – without doubt, they did, for she began to grind her sex against my still-heaving stomach. I glanced down; the contrast of her white skin against my duskiness was thrilling. “N-No,” I whimpered again; but I stilled, surrendering, once more aroused in spite of myself. “Very well.” The lithe, auburn-haired Huntress abruptly rolled off, laid beside me once more. “When you are ready.” All at once, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss. I looked at her pale face; obscured as it was by three diagonal slashes of purplish war paint, I could not discern her expression in the feeble light, and her eyes appeared closed. Nonetheless, I had the feeling her meaning was still double; she was not simply referring to the sex. “Hand me the towel.” The strap brushed against her, withdrew, and snapped back in, ringing against her bright red skin. "Listen slut I said strip and I mean Slave now! “Plus, you’ll also get to learn how to put your tack on the horse and give them treats. “Dinner with you?” Jayden said with BDSM surprise. He would be a willing participant but not the aggressor. I am Katie Patrick Master. “You were not supposed to know.” “Oof!” I said at the unexpected penetration. I continued to lick and suck his cock until it was clean and soft. This was crazy. Awesome, I got away with fucking her hot little ass and japanese she didn't know. I was so proud of my effort and then while looking it over, Mabel came into the office, uninvited. They drove for about a hour with him feeling between her legs at every opportunity. Her anus relaxed Brutal and Hayden slipped deep inside of her. 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