Th-thank you.” Mjoll prepared him, as did all Nords, washing and dressing Aerin in his best clothes, amateur arranging his most prized possessions around him on a long table in their home. Normally, there would then be feasting and mourning for at least a night and day whilst he lay in state, but we had no time to let him rest so, lest he arise undead. Thus, the four blowjob of us took Aerin to the funeral pyre outside of town. Mjoll placed what were likely all of his belongings – perhaps some of hers, as well, even aside from Grimsever, her greatsword that I had recovered – and, tears running freely, yet with no sound and perfect poise, she girlfriend poked a torch here and there into the piled logs. Each of us at a corner of the pyre held one aloft, in salute; stepped back as the flames intensified. “You can go now,” the big woman murmured. Feeling that it was more of a command than a release, we did so. Next morning, still in full, gory armour, face now lined with streaked, dried blood, Mjoll approached our table in the Bee and Barb tavern, stopped before me, helm under Hardcore one arm, kitbag strapped over the other shoulder; she looked as though she had been awake all night – likely had, in vigil. “I would go with you.” “Whence?” I suspected I knew the answer. “ These vampires must be wiped out! ” She said it as though she were spitting poison. Thus did I travel for a short time with three companions: Aela, teen Vilja, and Mjoll. We informed the Lioness what Aela and I were, yet it did not appear to faze her, and she lived up to her name – though perhaps we should have renamed her ‘Mjoll the Dragon’, such was her fury. She wielded the new two-handed blade I gave her, an ebony Sword of Terror (probably much better than Grimsever, though I would not have suggested so) as if every foe we met were a vampire. I almost felt sorry for any undead we would meet, but we happened upon none, all the way to Fort Dawnguard. We encamped for the night beside the small lake just inside Dayspring Canyon; we would be at the fortress early the next day. As I have elsewhere mentioned, Aela and I shared a tent, whilst Vilja had her own, shared with Mjoll for the nonce (and I did not know how I felt about that). My blonde Nord companion had long since ceased her offers to cook or do anything for us. In fact, she had had little to say at all since the naked hot spring dragon-fight. I think she knew what was going on in my lust-filled mind, and I should have sensed her discomfort – yet it was much more than that, as it turned out. “We have to talk.” Vilja came upon us suddenly as I was helping Aela doff her armour just outside our tent – which, as I have related, we maintained a distance away for… decorum. Despite her tone, I would have known something was awry, as she normally said, ‘Wouldn’t it be nice to jest talk a little, you and I?’ or some-such, when she wanted to ask or tell me something. Usually, it was not of major consequence. “What is it?” I was terser than I meant to be; I saw the flash of hurt in her sad, blue eyes as I glanced up. I got the impression that she had a low pain threshold. You mean you…” You will certainly make a classy one too. "Yeah, a lot." He gave her a amateur slight smile and a nod "hey" she smiled back and he closed his eyes again. Of course, I tried to lift her shirt to counter her advantage but that never worked. After Alan finished kissing both her feet, he flipped her body over. There was no way unless... ELENA He asked, rather sheepishly, “Rumor is that somehow you are connected with the company that teen bought us this past week. I blowjob would Hardcore show him my prowess. My nuts smacked against her flesh. With shrieks and crying on her part, she looked up to see Miranda at the door and motioned for her to come in and join them. "I can't," she answered quietly. I wonder how that will go. He is still slamming girlfriend his cock in her. Later I came to know she was a slave in that house just above me. She was an obedient wife. As soon as we left the city behind 10 km I immediately felt Aunt Sheen press closer to me, crushing her huge, soft boobs on my back. She knew it. Her mind was swirling through possibilities sparked by the understanding of exactly what they were doing.