Kodlak Whitemane was dead. The Silver Hand audaciously attacked Jorrvaskr, and slew him. Some escaped, and they stole the fragments of Wuuthrad, Ysgramor’s battle-axe – Ysgramor, of course, being the founder of the Companions many centuries ago. Heartsick that I was not there to help defend my shield brothers and sisters, we determined that we would take revenge on them; storm their own stronghold, wipe them out, and recover the pieces of Wuuthrad. Vilkas and I accepted the charge, and I decided it was not the best idea to bring my other friends, thus I left Vilja and Lydia behind in my Whiterun house, girl Breezehome. It betided that it was not much of a challenge, and so we shortly returned to Jorrvaskr, whence we attended Kodlak’s funeral. Jarl Balgruuf and other citizens as well as, of course, all the Companions, listened to a eulogy from Eorlund Greymane, the Companions’ smith. Following the service, Eorlund asked me to find the last piece of Wuuthrad that Kodlak had kept near, so that Eorlund could re-forge the weapon. When I did so, I found the Harbinger’s journal, as well; and I admit that I felt almost no guilt as I read it. Aside from noting his wish to be cured of lycanthropy, he made mention that I should become the next Harbinger! I would keep this to myself for the nonce, as I did not know how the others would react, my being a new Companion and still young, after all – not to mention the… social structure of the Circle that I had already grappled with. Nadja Stonearm, for one, who is not even in the Circle, resented me enow already. Nonetheless, we needs must travel to Ysgramor’s Tomb, whence the original 500 Companions from ages past lie at rest; there we will be able to complete the ritual that will free Kodlak, posthumously. Even Aela agrees that, as it was his wish, we should seek to fulfill it doggystyle for him; it is the honourable thing creampie to do. Eorlund bestowed upon me re-forged Wuuthrad, and with it, we conquered the blowjob spirits in Ysgramor’s tomb, Aela, Vilkas, Farkas, and I. Actually, it ended up being only Aela and me at the end, as Vilkas felt unworthy to proceed past the entrance, and would you believe that Farkas is afraid of spiders? Granted, they were giant, frostbite spiders, but still… Nonetheless, when we defeated the last of the ghostly ancient Companions, we met Kodlak’s spirit and cured him, despite the fact that he was dead. He named me Harbinger, and Aela heard him. She did not appear slut too upset, but I sensed a challenge ahead nonetheless. “Why do you delay, sister?” Aela demanded. We had returned to the entrance, whence Vilkas and Farkas told us they wanted to remain a while, ‘to look at the carvings’ in the old tomb or some-such. I was reluctant to leave as well, yet I noted that I had apparently graduated from ‘pup’ to ‘sister’, at least. I am certain the Huntress knew what I was contemplating. The window was dark, but I knew he was in there with Kyleigh for his morning fuck with the hottie. "I seem to be having a bit of trouble with a Command Doctor Colonel. I walk along the beach, trying to maintain an equal distance to the girl shoreline and the treeline. Your mind creampie and your words too.” The bulging meat of his cock spread the snugness of her pussy walls, and the wetness flowed down her cunt to moisten his progress. And you wont ever have to worry about me judging you. He looked at her as she climbed on top of him, pressed his hard cock flat against his stomach, then sat down on it and started to grind her pussy. You're really soaked!" Fucking a woman. And I think she's really cute--for a black woman, that is." After slut a quick shower and blow drying my now really short hair, she had me model my new outfits. “I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw your cock. “Not the point. So Toby started the presentation, everything was going fine and blowjob he was delivering everything perfectly. We watched them for a minute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. No need to increase my power. We had some privacy, but not completely. Oh god, why does this always happen to me? I now stood about 6 feet away from this beautiful woman staring directly up her gown as she stared at me and laughed and smiled as she drank her wine. I was so glad I was the first futa-president. We spent the morning split between sitting in the hunting chairs, eating the treats that had doggystyle been packed for us, and screwing in various positions and combinations.