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“There is much for you to learn, cub,” she rumbled in my face. Curiously, I was lick bedroom unaware of her sex centred upon my stomach this time, for her visage morphed into a snout, fangs abruptly appeared as her jaws opened and she leaned in until my nose was practically down her throat; her breath was humid, smelled of iron and cheap wine. Suddenly, I was sweating more profusely; nonetheless, I sought to fight back. It was a mistake, of course; I was not yet as strong as the rest of the Circle each on their own, let alone against three of them, bed as Farkas and Vilkas, along with Aela, sought to put me in my place. For, just as did their fully lupine cousins, werewolves had a strict social hierarchy, and if I had had any licking illusions that Kodlak Whitemane was solely in charge of the Companions, I now knew whom the dominant female of the pack, and likely leader, was. Furthermore, if I had thought that sex alone with Aela was incomparable, I was completely unprepared for the ‘lesson’ the twin brothers and the Huntress gave me. I have no doubt that, at certain times during our tryst, we were in beast form, at other times human – desi perhaps even, yes, both at once. Yet, it is not coyness that compels me to spare my audience the prurient details; I simply do not remember them clearly, and thus I would deign not make up lies or exaggerate – although, judging later from my sheer exhaustion and sense of gratification, embellishment would not be possible. In any event, I will have another chance later in my tale to describe such an encounter that turned out even better. As I wife prepared to leave Whiterun sometime anon, intending to return to Vilja and Lydia, Kodlak Whitemane intercepted me halfway down the long staircase into Whiterun proper from the main doors to Jorrvaskr. “I would have a word with you, lass.” Out of breath, the old Nord seemed anxious. “What is it, old man?” I did not dislike the Harbinger, but he had recently lectured me regarding Aela’s and my attempts to wipe out the Silver Hand, the beast hunter group that was dedicated to killing werewolves, ostensibly Bhabhi for slaying one of our number, Skjor. We had met with some success, even despatching their supposed leader, yet Kodlak believed that we had gone too far, that it would only result in escalating reprisals. Further, I shared Aela’s and the others’ disdain for his desire to ‘cure’ himself. He had told me on more than one occasion that, with blood of the beast in him, he doubted he could go to his Nordic afterlife of feasting in the halls of Sovngarde with his gods and ancestors, instead of having his soul claimed by Hircine, the god of shape changers and hunters. In fact, Kodlak had already tried to enlist me in removing the curse by seeking the coven of witches that had supposedly laid it upon the Companions some 200 years ago. I had told him I would think about it, although, at the time, I did not intend to do so. “I wonder if you have thought about my… appeal.” I was about to answer ‘No’, but something changed my word. “Yes.” He looked at me expectantly. “I… have thought about it. I must think on it further.” “It is just that I feel… time passing, and I wish to go to Sovngarde.” He felt the air twist and his clothes pushed behind him as it was being blown out from behind yet he felt a pull at the center of the wind. Sven shouted. Becky bedroom giggled as she said, “Mum what time is it?” I gulped and Bhabhi had to steel my own nerves. And inside Lissa was where it was going to happen. Alicia was between her legs at the edge of the bed and only form her eyes up lick could be seen. I couldn't see what the younger nun was doing, only witness the movement of her head disturbing the fabric as she rose up between the older nun's thighs. I licking slid my hand down desi the small of his back, over his clenching buttocks and cradled his little skin sack balls as they launched his semen up inside bed Cindy. Her knees gripped against me, and then I was soaked, as she did pee, and pee, and yet more pee. "This pair are full of sh..." It was warm, the sun was coming up, the skies wife were clear and there was no hint of the storm from last night. “I’d like to pray with your son, if that’s alright Mrs. Delauter.