After all, I have proven myself reasonably competent in this short existence thus far. As I revealed, I never knew my parents, and I spent my childhood in a tavern. I will not speak of it herein, other than panties to say I disliked my life, and sought to better my lot. I availed myself of every opportunity to learn: to read and write, for example. An old Imperial merchant – notice I did not say ‘kindly’, as he was not; he used me for his own purposes – taught me my letters and numbers. Thus did I learn how to get what I wanted – using guile, sometimes stealth, and both aspects of my physicality, including sex and, later on, my formidable strength. I also learned of the greater world from travellers, and developed a yearning to see and experience it – as if getting away from my virtual enslavement were not incentive enow. “Should we return?” Aela asked abruptly. For an instant, I thought she asian meant to whence I came, which provoked a violent reaction within me; but I answered, “Yes.” I needs must ponder my reaction more closely sometime anon. I return to the present crossroads. Even Aela, it seemed, was not unaffected by this war. “Damn shame,” she murmured. Corpses littered the slopes amidst rocks and scrub; guts, limbs, a head or two liberally strewn; blood soaked virtually every speck of snowy ground. This time, I felt no poignancy, only sadness. Vilja, apparently, thought I had other things on my mind. “If we meet someone when you’re a japanese werewolf,” she proposed, “we could just pretend that you’re a dog. I’m sure they would believe us.” Her comment did not sink in until I heard Aela snickering behind me, apparently unsure if she ought to be laughing, considering the scene. Trying to hold the mirth inside, I did not turn around; instead heeled my mount, continued westward. Some weeks later, intending to return to the hot spring near Eldergleam Sanctuary for a little rest and recreation, we happened upon yet another Stormcloak-Imperial battle. This time, however, a giant had somehow gotten embroiled in the conflict, and – by all the gods, again! – another dragon joined the fray. Even so, combatants would not set aside their differences to confront either, greater threat; everywhere small pockets of soldiers battled one another, whilst a dragon circled overhead breathing fire down upon them and a giant indiscriminately knocked them flying. I was appalled, and incredulous. Withal, I entered the fight myself, albeit only to battle the dragon. When it was over, the dragon carcass lay atop several soldiers. I had not delivered the final blow, and thus it did not disintegrate, and I was unable blowjob to absorb its soul. This was a minor annoyance, however, compared to the stupidity of the entire conflict. Vilja was not happy when I immediately cancelled our relaxation trip, and instead headed toward Windhelm. I barely stopped – and then only in respect of Vilja and our horses, who still needed rest – until we arrived in Solitude, whence lay Castle Dour and the Imperial Legion’s headquarters. XV Decisions I am still unsure what finally prompted my decision to join the Legion – Vilja will not stop pestering me about it – but I suppose I see it Hardcore as my best chance to help end a pointless war. I also think that Ulfric Stormcloak is naught but a regicide with his own self-interest in being High King. Furthermore, I detest the way most Nords mistreat other races; ‘Skyrim belongs to the Nords!’ indeed. Once again, do not misunderstand; I am not enamoured with the Empire, either, kneeling as they did to the Aldmeri Dominion and signing the so-called White-Gold Concordat, which forbade the worship of Talos – a sacred figure to the Nords, if no one else. Not to mention how the Dominion’s Thalmor representatives poke their fingers into every pie in Skyrim by sending their ‘advisors’ to virtually every court in the land, and presuming to arrest and torture anyone they suspect might be guilty of Talos worship. Thus have I developed an abiding hatred for the Thalmor as great as or more so than what I feel for bandits; and I may tell you the story of how I stormed their embassy and freed a prisoner some time anon. Now is not that time, however. I spent the following few days (was it weeks?) Don’t speak, just nod or shake your head.” She nods. They didn’t try to cover up - they just called her name. Her other hand went to his testicles, gently massaging them, fondling them with such tender care. He just wanted me to bring more of my friends’ home for him to play with. Dakota answers it. 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"Honey, I'll never forget that." *You don't japanese need one.* A cage, large enough for several women to stand in, is bolted to the floor. She grinned, "So now, do you want to complain about what we did?" When that person came out of the shower I saw that it was it was a different young girl. Her mouth came down on me once more, and she found my spot, working it with practiced, confident patterns. I mean did it make you feel all horny inside?" Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet!” I told her. Jon gave me a towel and told me to go and take a shower. They were well behind on their asian mortgage payments to Richard’s bank, but that was just how it was going to have to be if Richard wanted to keep his legs intact. I'll go make us omelets." "Jeez, what am I gonna do about you? is the iron version." As he walked downstairs to join his wife, Scott found himself slightly aroused by what he was doing.