I sagged against a wall. “Serana, this is no longer working out.” “If thou sayeth so.” “Methinks we must part ways.” I found it difficult to say; I still felt something for the thousands-of-years-old, lonely undead woman. Was it merely lust? Yet, I was too sick and tired lately even for sex. “If thou sayeth so,” she reiterated, maddeningly. “You will not seek a cure along with me?” “Shrelle, we have discussed this. Speak not to me of it again.” I made up my mind. “Very well. When cumshot we are done here, I travel back to Fort Dawnguard to seek a cure for myself.” I relented somewhat. “You are… welcome to accompany me till then, Serana. But if you choose not to accept it as well, then we must part ways.” “If thou sayeth so.” Did I detect smugness, as though she did not believe me? She added, “Thou dost not wish to find your lady love as thou art.” My ‘lady love’? Why would she say that, in quite that way? I found myself demanding to know what she meant. The vampiress’ red-orange eyes did not change whilst her tone became almost patronising, as though she instructed a simple child. “Thou wert once a werewolf; amateur Vilja left thee because she could not abide thee thus.” My innards twisted as Serana went on, “Believeth thee that she will be any more accepting of thy being a vampire? I endeavoured to tell thee this ere we came hence.” I did not answer, instead tried to swallow bile past an iron ingot blonde lodged in my blowjob throat. I knew she was right; why was I here, now, like this? Perhaps it was just as well we had not found Vilja. Withal, I yet felt my mind was not wholly my own; I knew, albeit subconsciously, that I was still obsessed with feeding and fucking, no different than when I had been a werewolf. Moreover, my guilt at being Dragonborn and yet a slayer of dragons – Vilja estimated some time ago that I must have despatched more than fifty – had begun to gnaw at me. I had added two to that number since arriving in Solstheim, and I now began to question whether I could follow through upon my presumed ultimate destiny if it meant slaying yet another dragon, even if he was ‘evil’. All this, added to my longing for Vilja, only exacerbated my illness. Thus, I do not remember the voyage back to Skyrim from Solstheim, or the trip to Fort Dawnguard from Winterhold harbour. Later, Serana told me that I spent the entire journey essentially unconscious below decks in our cabin and then in a hired carriage. Nor was I aware of the uproar I caused, arriving at Dawnguard in this condition; it was only much later reality I learned that Serana had come even closer to being killed than she had when she first arrived, for supposedly being responsible for my illness. Her head came up and back, she had a wild look in her eyes. I need both of you by the large rock.” “What’s that?” A favourite one of mine is stand reality in front of a mirror with a knee length gown covering my front but completely undone amateur at the back so my cumshot naked legs and arse can be seen in the mirror. While John told him that he wanted fried egg sandwiches, Sammy thought that I would enjoy a couple of them blonde as well. Julie’s mom picked up Olivia right at 10:00 and then I said good bye to Robin so she could go to work. “Some guys would say, ‘Not a bad job if you can get it,’ and she’s kinda cute in a nerdy way, you’ll like her. We agreed to meet at 8:00. Zoe was holding something. My nipples tingled as she washed me. It wasn’t the first time Seth had covertly watched Janel and Abby as a male would watch attractive females, but it was the first time his cock stirred so quickly, he had a semi hard prick caused by what he was blowjob thinking.