Could I govern the beast in me? What frightened me the most kissing is that I may do harm to innocent folk or, worse, my compatriots. I very much wanted to ask Aela about it – how she and the rest of the inner Circle restrained themselves from murdering others of the Companions whom were not werewolves, or even innocent Whiterun orgy townsfolk. Nonetheless, for at least two reasons I did not wish to see her again for the nonce. One was that she would, I suspected, not be completely truthful with me, but more so I did not trust myself to be near her and not simply believe anything she wished to tell me regardless. I stowed my effects near Lake Geir before taking beast form (the delicious pain!) and loping tirelessly along the Treva River, whence I shortly came upon Treva’s Watch once more. We had scouted it earlier and decided not to attack, as it was already near dark – but I knew, deep down, that my argument against attacking the bandits there and then in human form along with Vilja and Lydia was because I wanted the pleasure – yes, I can admit it – all to myself. Although they had foolishly left their gates open, I attempted stealth, but was unsuccessful; nonetheless, as I tore into a lookout I learned that my speed precluded any need for stealth. He raised the alarm, yet only two others came at me, with pathetic boasts such as, “I’ll rip you apart!” I slaughtered them all with little trouble, fed, approached the entrance to the keep proper. The still-human measure of my mind very briefly pondered that I seemed able to do certain things as a beast – for example, open (unlocked) doors – while other ‘normal’ tasks, such as searching for loot and rifling bodies, simply did not even occur to me; my focus as a beast was the immediate cycle of hunt, kill, feed. Regardless, I knew my friends and I would be back the next day, when we could ransack the place at leisure. What I did not count on was my travel mates’ reactions – or, for that matter, my own. “ Mother of the Ice! ” hissed Lydia, as we rode through the entrance. Our mounts, halting abruptly just inside, began exhibiting a collective desire to flee the horrific scene. I had not noted the carnage I left behind the night before; the three corpses were in almost identical positions: on their backs with their chests torn open, contents strewn about. I made a mental note to tear the bodies apart next time, as I had the last one I caught two nights past, which should prevent any such diagnosis. Vilja, a degree paler, if that were possible, gasped. “Oh… Oh, no . They… look like… like they’ve been eaten !” She appeared to be swallowing her bile. “And this one – where is her head?” For some reason I was Lesbian disturbed more by her response than anything else – for example, the fact that I was responsible for the butchery – as the blonde had not displayed any squeamishness thus far in our adventures, in spite of encountering, perhaps even inflicting, much worse. I shrugged off her observation. “Probably wolves. Let us take the horses outside anyway, and you can stay with them if you wish.” She refused, but I should have insisted. The interior of the fort was worse, and of course, no one would believe that ‘wolves’, or any other predator, could have gotten inside and done the oral same thing to those half-dozen-or-so shaved bodies, one of whose face was virtually gone, as if peeled off (I vaguely recalled sitting atop someone and ‘slapping’ them with both clawed hands). Thus, Vilja was not able to continue looting, and I trow that even Lydia was grateful, for once, that I had assigned her to the other Nord girl and thus had excuse to leave as well. I knew I was in for more disturbed looks, if not questions. I would devour her. He was too eager and rough for the first few minutes but after repeated urging to go slower and be gentler, my brother started feeling and touching me with caresses and strokes, not grabbing Lesbian and pulling. I liked to think of him in that field of wildflowers. She rummaged around looking for a very specific shirt. Bailee nods leaves for a minute and returns with a large plastic pitcher of water with a lid and straw. With new looks and new abilities, their insecurities had only been heightened. The roads were clear, meaning that I had to go to work. I wanted to hate them so much. “Yes, oral daddy got us out of our beds to do it. The one we are going after must have great skill, though the last was rather pitiful." She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full breasts, allowing their softness to smother his face. I pay my own insurance bills though and that’s more than ok because that’s how I wanted it. The color of the dress matched her eyes; it clung to her body like smooth blue skin. All 3 sexslaves were collared, leashed & wearing heels or hooker boots as they were lead doggystyle to the washroom . It was time , Jake thought , he hoped the ladies were thirsty. As the dinner is winding down, I kissing pass my business card over to Mike. My breath quickens as I watch my husband make out with my daughter. The A.I. droned on. Michael thrust into her roughly till he felt her near orgasm once more. She produced her makeup mirror and turned it around. What could I say but, "Of course we won't. It hadn't dawn on her, yet she would do more that suck orgy Nero’s cock. She was pumping herself really shaved hard at my groin and I knew that the banging together would get her clit really excited. I could see their tongues lashing about.