How I longed to be able to massage her tiny feet just now; let her cook me something; lead us wherever she wanted to go; play-fight with her (even though I avoided it, like swimming and massaging her feet, because it was too erotic). But I had lost her. All I knew about her home was that her family lived in Solstheim. Even so, although I had now explored its depth and breadth with Serana – completing several quests, including resolving the issue of my dragon blood heritage – I found no trace of her or her family; she seemed unknown there. Mayhap if I had known her family name…? Further befouling my mood, Serana began to test my patience. If the insufferable vampiress was not complaining of the weather, she was raising dead bodies. Wolves and skeevers were disquieting enow, but humankind was rather something else; I found it more than unsettling, beyond eerie; it disturbed me greatly, even when she used former enemies thusly. cum The grain of wheat that burst the sack was when she raised an innocent miner, a victim of draugr in an archeological dig I had financed. I skewered the zombie that had ‘slain’ the miner’s corpse, which disintegrated into a pile of dust just as had the corpses we animated not long ago. “ Stop it! ” I snapped, whirling on my undead companion. Still brandishing my dragonbone greatsword, sullied with draugr ichor, I wrenched it free, kicking the draugr off it. Sweat stung my eyes behind my new daedric helm (I needs must improve the lining’s absorbency). I had meant to be threatening, but the perspiration slicking my palms cowgirl and invading my eyes obliged me to stow my weapon after cursorily dragging it across the zombie carcass in a feeble attempt to clean it. The dry air of the crypt wrenched from me a succession of hacking coughs. I removed my helm and gauntlets, wiped at sweat reverse cowgirl ineffectually with an equally damp hand. I was exhausted; I refused to feed, as a vampire needs must, thus I was weakening. “I told thee before, close up Shrelle: I am what I am, and I do what I do.” Despite lowered voices, our words resonated off the largely empty stone deepthroat biers set regularly into the walls of the tomb, down through the dusty stone corridors. I felt the barb; she was telling me I needed to feed – which she did, without compunction, upon enemy or ‘innocent’ alike. Yet, I would not poke my nose into that trap. “And I have asked you before: Must you raise innocent victims? Leave them alone!” Darlene gave me a sloppy wet kiss of welcome as our small mob continued toward the shower. He collapsed on top of her. “Shall we go cowgirl there, mom?” To make him happy. She looked at him, eyes gravitating to his uncovered crotch before she managed to pull her gaze up to reverse cowgirl his face. Right when I was on the edge, ready to burst and fill her with everything I had, I remembered what we had forgotten, protection. "Shut up. A finger moved over her pussy and it was flooded with her juices –� she groaned as the first digit entered her hole and easily and it wasn’t alone for deepthroat long as another slipped inside of her. "I don't fucking know," she replied. She wasn’t surprised, she expected this. What kind of food do you like? I slid my hands up her side and grabbed the bottom of the tank top she was wearing. “Fine. She began to rub my dick which, even through my shorts, felt very intense. “I said silence! I grabbed onto the nearby chair to keep my knees from buckling. “You are stronger than us and able to deal with that situation in better way, Vally,” she said. She strutted over me, as Astrid only walked with a strut now, and she knelt until she was beneath me. She reached for my pants, “Just for good luck,” she whispered, licking her lips. and fuming. I lay her down on the bed then climbed up right beside her, and it all started again. I hugged Pakpao and pulled her in even tighter and she melted into me. I could feel her soft skin through her thin t-shirt and the bump of her bra straps as I gently rubbed my hand up close up and down her back. “Mmmm” she cum said softly. I made sure to let her know furniture shopping would happen first thing in the morning. "What does the board have to do with that?" I arched my back in pleasure, presenting my body for more.