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XIV Crossroads Some days later, Aela, Vilja, and I found ourselves at the crossroads south of Whistling Mine in Winterhold, making our way west toward Mount Anthor. We had another dragon to take care of, this time for the Jarl of Winterhold. Another Stormcloak-Imperial battle had recently ended here, and I found the futility of the conflict, as well as other thoughts, wrestling with my consciousness as I surveyed the Big Boobs grim scene. I wearied of snide remarks from guards and townspeople about finding my ‘wolfish grin unsettling’, or smelling like a wet dog, or questioning if I had fur growing out of my ears. Furthermore, despite Vilja’s assertion that she was not afraid of me – both Aela and I had a tendency to involuntarily take on beast form when under stress – or her avowal that she thought I was ‘kind of cute’ when I was a Solo werewolf, and how she has ‘always loved dogs’ – I was dissatisfied. Nevertheless, none of this yet decided me; nor even when Vilkas and then Farkas came to me and asked for their cure, and I made but a half-hearted attempt to dissuade them. “I will never forget hunting with you, sister,” Vilkas told me. “And I know the nights will never be again. But, like Kodlak, I am a Nord, and I fear for my soul. I wish to know glory in the afterlife. “Perhaps you will join me, sister? Then we can still be… together?” “I… will miss you too, brother, but I cannot.” “As you wish. But it would be my honour if you would accompany me, Harbinger.” I did so, and although I was sore temped again, especially after the twins’ comments following – likening it to the effect of ‘a warm mug of spiced mead’ or how their minds were no longer ‘clouded with thoughts of the hunt’ – I did not partake. Vilkas, oddly, even said something about no longer being able to ‘smell my heart beating’, and although I had not thought of it like that, I know what he meant. Nonetheless, I had yet to collect all of the Totems of Hircine with Aela, and I would know the benefits of having them all. Each on its own bestowed a blessing of sorts when in beast form, similar to various benedictions one received at any shrine in Skyrim. I needs must admit, as well, that I did not want to lose Aela, for I was certain that she would not accept the cure, and I knew this would force me to choose between her and Vilja; but I did not want to renounce any of it. I found it all quite vexing, not to mention inflaming, especially so when, every chance she had, Vilja stripped naked to swim (despite her complaints that the water in Skyrim is too cold). Her tiny frame, pale skin, wisp of blonde hair not nearly covering her perpetually distended nether lips – it was too much. I knew she was not deliberately teasing me, but I do not masturbation believe she is utterly innocent of the effect she has on me, either. Thus, the circumstances that found all three of us – Aela, Vilja, and I – together nude with several other swimmers at the hot pools near Eldergleam Sanctuary a while back, were incredibly frustrating for many reasons, not least of which is that, by all the gods, a dragon attacked us. There we were, Vilja, Aela, and I, bare as newborns but for a bit of jewellery, along with two other naked women and a man, with aught but weapons – and some magic – to fight a dragon; it must have been a remarkable sight. Withal, if it Brunette were not for my Shouts and Vilja’s magic, plus whatever the others were able to do – I was too busy to notice – it may have ended badly for us teen all. Indeed, we were lucky that any of us were alive (and I am a little surprised that Aela and I did not take beast form under such duress). As it betided, the dragon grabbed the poor man in its jaws, shook him like a wolf with a skeever, and later we could not find much left of him to bury or burn. That left five naked, wounded, stressed girls. Have you ever noticed how many women’s nipples harden after exertion, even if it is not sexual? I have – as I noticed all of ours then. I, for one, was moist betwixt the legs, too. The strangers were so impressed with how I had absorbed the dragon’s soul – recognising me as Dragonborn – I am certain they would have been amenable to any advance I proffered. Night Eyes and I moved on her like animals to downed prey; grabbing, pulling, slapping, biting, scratching. "Then I would then stroke, lick and suck your cock until you pumped a bucket full of delicious creamy cum down my throat. He began to move forward, calm and collect, though in his mind his panic was rising. She was a lot more sober by now. Mi Su came bounding down the stairs in a bright Solo yellow sundress that would be fine for dinner, but would make her stand out like a beacon in the dance clubs. She was bent teen facing me pulling on her underwear. It's just that I heard Marli call you that." Looking back, I’m pretty sure they were so energized the first time because of their exhibitionism. She had his dick in one hand and kissing me. I was spinning around in my head. Occasionally he swatted Mira's beautifully sculpted ass cheeks as he raped her. I felt like I was getting a test here to see my reaction to all of this. It felt so nice. She felt the still-mostly-firm meat of his cock press into her cotton-covered crotch as she wrapped her hands around his neck and began to kiss the young Big Boobs boy deeply. She had also combed her hair down and prettied up her face with eyeliner, colored Brunette facial powder and lipstick of flaming red. Typical coaching stuff. Also, she didn’t have masturbation the typical flat Asian ass.