I had left all my weapons behind in Honeyside, my Riften home, aside from my daedric battleaxe – for ceremony, I told myself. Yet, no longer a werewolf or vampire, I felt helpless without some sort of weapon. Which was just as well, since none other than Halvdan and a comrade confronted me in the courtyard just outside the temple. I warned them away, but they would not yield. “You think you can steal my girl?” Halvdan threatened. “She is not yours – never was.” I stood loosely, gauntleted hands by my sides, though they itched to reach for the greataxe strapped to my back. “Yield, or this time you die. Both of you.” He snorted as they drew steel, Halvdan a greatsword, his companion a handaxe and shield. Almost immediately, I realised that Halvdan’s skills had improved since I had humiliated him – twice – but then, mine had as well. Even so, it may not be an easy fight, two against one. Halvdan circled to my left, his compatriot the right; they had apparently rehearsed this encounter, as they both, bellowing, attacked at once. I sprang back, plucking my weapon from the ready hooks built into the back of my armour. Halvdan’s slash twisted him as it met aught but air; his friend nearly took him in the shoulder, as I was suddenly not there. Yet they avoided collision as I leapt forward, swinging horizontally at them both, wicked curve of my axe clipping shrubs in the courtyard; they evaded me. I parried his cohort’s blow, returned it; jolted as he took it upon his shield, I was unable to take advantage, having to counter Halvdan’s swing at my bare head. Ducking, I spun round; but he was quick, dodging as I caught air once more. Both came at me again, and perforce I had to back up. Anon, I sensed the high stone walls of the courtyard behind me as they pushed me into an outdoor alcove. I managed a crashing blow against Halvdan’s friend’s shield, gouging away a chunk sexy of it, driving the man to a knee. Turning toward Halvdan, I was surprised and irritated to be on the defensive once again, parrying his powerful swings one after another. From the corner of my eye I caught movement, was not quite in time to evade the handaxe chopping against shoulder and arm; though it barely penetrated, I was suddenly hurt. Sweating and bleeding, more than a little concerned; this was not going well. A stroke from Halvdan battered against a leg; buckling, I barely fought off a series of hacks japanese from the second ambusher. Another slice of the greatsword chinked along the chinese side of my breastplate, the underpadding absorbing little of the blow as I grunted in pain. Again, it did not pierce, but it dented and hurt some more. I became angry. I shouted a battle cry, my axe whirling in a blur, driving both attackers backward as they parried. Once more, however, I was distressed, this time to find myself tiring ; would that I had my vampire or werewolf stamina now. Halvdan swung backhanded; sluggish, I took another blow, this time to hip and thigh. I was further weakening, almost falling to my knees. His friend dived in, yelling something tits like, “Ha! I have asian you now!” He almost did. A blow that would have split my pale locks abruptly stopped before my eyes, a virtually identical axe intercepting it; the clash accompanied by a shout assailed my ears. “No you don’t!” Iona, my Riften housecarl. I saw you cumming 15 minutes ago!” she marveled. She had come home that day and couldn't wait to tell me about it. We saw each other in the halls after that but had no real interaction in school after that other than her sweet smile and a hug when she saw me. Time progressed and she graduated. She went on saying it feels like she swallowed something really hot but in her ass instead. asian tits She moaned happily and bucked her hips against them. Though my head chinese was turned from him, I knew he was somewhere sexy in the shadows. He watched as the heavy breasted brunette hurriedly performed some last minute house cleaning so that all would be just right when her Husband returned from work to an empty house for the night. "I just want to be honest about that, because I don't want to feel like I used you or anything. This time it started on her opposite shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her japanese middle back. As the waves of pleasure receded I looked at the 2 strangers, the girl was grinning but nowhere near as much as the young man’s grin; and the bulge in his trousers told me that he was enjoying seeing me. Do that again.” Hank said to me. Maybe longer.