Wet T-Shirt Competition #28 (Part 1)

Are… are you… all r-right?” “Yes,” I lied. “But you are not.” She bore several wounds, the worst a rent in her side that had split her steel armour, through which blood seeped; I knew that as bad as the surface might look, inside was usually much worse. Her arm may be broken, too. “T’is n-nothing… m-my thane,” she denied, the pain in her voice obvious withal. “What… happened?” Ingjard, eyes and mouth both wide, stood on the lower steps of the temple in her colourful wedding finery. “We… were waiting… and I… Are you… all right?” “Why does everyone keep asking me that? Help me with Iona.” We half-carried my seriously wounded housecarl to Honeyside. Yet, a healer would not be necessary, since I had modest skill and we had plenty of potions. Withal, it still hurt, and we would carry more scars even after our lameness mended and the pain receded. As I tended to us both, Ingjard disappeared, murmuring something about returning to the temple to reassure the wedding party. When she came back, Iona and I had washed, changed, and so – although Iona’s arm was in a sling and I struggled to hide a limp – we departed once more for my wedding. Though splotches of blood remained discernible here and there in the naked courtyard, Ingjard – or persons unknown – had cleaned up the gruesome scene. Had it been left to me I would have nailed both scoundrels naked to a tree – just as I had served a number of bandits and bounty hunters. Yet, a poor sight that would have made for my wedding party as they emerged from the temple following the service; thus, perhaps it was well that I had not been in any condition to do so, notwithstanding my concern for Iona. Inside the temple, the gathering waited expectantly, thus I endeavoured to push all other thoughts aside as I gazed upon my bride, awaiting me at the altar. Though at first evincing something like curiosity – doubtless at my tardiness – at my reassuring smile Vilja otherwise appeared the epitome of Mara, all modesty and chastity, blue eyes slightly downcast yet following me, a tiny smile curling her sweet red lips. A wedding wreath of white roses and greenery adorned her shining blonde hair, a similar bouquet held against the bodice of her floor-length gown, it the colour of un-melting snow at the Throat of the World. A pendant – an Amulet of Mara, I wryly observed – hung round her ivory neck. My heart gave a lurch, as blood began to pound in my ears; I felt a flush at my throat, heat rising beneath a second, inferior set of daedric armour I had some time ago ‘retired’ to a display stand reality in my home. Though I felt a tingle in my female parts as well, this was different; I knew I loved her, that I would do anything for her; that I would face Alduin and all the Elder Gods, plus the entire Daedric pantheon, naked and unarmed, to protect her. I stood before my girl, unable to stop my slight tremble. “Are you l-looking for marriage, then?” I teased her. She had often been similarly questioned by certain of our companions, when she british confessed her public desire to find one of the popular love tokens college – not to advertise for marriage, she vehemently denied, but “for its mayical properties”. The challenge, of course, is to avoid actually achieving orgasm for as long as possible, which can be very difficult. Go sit in my room and get out of my sight!" said Mr. Siegel as his voice college naked echoed in the hallway. Holy shit, I damn near lost a load public as I watched her eyes while she spoke, “Did you let him all the way, did he cum inside you?” They both british knew that he shouldn’t have said that. Neither knew how long the tryst lasted but as the bedding was becoming moist with Avan’s sweat, the man knew he could not last. "Same here," John answered. She slid it over my butt-crack. “Yes, and why are you here Shelly” After an hour of abuse, he finally separated from her. On the positive side I won’t have to go to confession ever again. Before long Chrystal was bucking and wriggling as her orgasm rose. He pulled harder with June’s hair, there was a popping noise that seemed to echo in the gallery as she reluctantly let go of him. They left flowers there every year until they and their children left for the Undying Lands. "So this is what it feels like to get hit, huh?" he thought to himself. He must have thought that she was immature reality and childish to be shocked by what was evidently normal adult conversation. “We'll be down... down...