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Nonetheless, I had the feeling her meaning was still double; she was not simply referring to the sex. “What do you mean?” Again rising to all fours, she crawled over my lower half, threw the tent flap aside. The frigid night wind rapidly cooled and cleared the interior; a shaft of roseate moonlight penetrated the shadows. Yet, despite the insufficient light, I had a perfect view of her hindquarters not an arm’s length away; undoubtedly, she knew just what she was doing, as her furry cleft glistened at me. Stretching on all fours, back bowed like a cat (or dog), she took gang bang a deep breath of the night, wiggled her posterior at me. I caught myself reaching for her, but my curiosity at her dual meaning stayed my hands, delving instead toward my own moistness. A sharp intake of breath and I removed my hand; still too soon. I could have sworn by the Blade I heard another animal rumble from the redhead before she replied with her own question, speaking into the night: “Do you really wish to know?” For some reason – instinct? – I hesitated. “Y-Yes.” “You do not sound certain.” She stretched again, the muscles along her back, buttocks, thighs, calves rippling in the muted glow. I had an inexplicable vision of a bushy tail switching back-and-forth, maddeningly obscuring, and then revealing, her sex. This time I could not resist, and I heard the growl as I grabbed for a buttock with one hand, cupped her genitals with the other, delved teen with a digit or two. Whirling on me, teeth bared in a feral grin, yellow eyes glowing (had they not been green just moments ago?), the Huntress leapt atop me, pinning me once more. This time I did not resist the tongue-bath around my ears, neck, and face, followed by a fierce kiss upon my bruised lips. Still squirming, this time with pleasure, I completely forgot my question as she proceeded to my full breasts and ever lower… Later that night I partook of her other gift in the Underforge. What Aela had not mentioned was the killing; indeed, the hunger , to kill, in order to satiate the murderous, all-consuming rage. The rage that never abated, was only briefly gratified by intense bouts of lovemaking, hunting, or even deadly combat versus other humanoids. Nor had she mentioned the inability to sleep, the restlessness that drove one, every night, to either toss restlessly or else seek transformation into one’s beast-form, and hunt; and eat – but not just anything. As I had learned on that first night, simply slaughtering game animals and gorging oneself on them raw, would not suffice. Not even predators, such as the sabrecat somewhat anon, had sated me. I had simply assumed, then, the reason I had been sickened was that I had eaten them raw (entrails and all). Nevertheless, I did not want to reflect on how I came to realise the horrific truth, and what it meant… III Beast Mind Five nights ago... Through a red haze of frenzy, pain, and indian sickness, I somehow came upon the recent kill of another predator. My own slaughter and violent consumption of a fox, rabbit, and most of a deer, had not sated me; indeed, I had disgorged virtually all that I had consumed of them. Yet, I was certain that eating these ill-fated victims would as nothing else – as vile as that thought was to the still-human fragment of my crazed mind. So, fighting the compulsion, I approached, slavering, on all fours – and was almost relieved when the explosive roar of the sabrecat slammed into me moments before its massive body. I relished the lethal battle to claim its kills. Had I been in human form even in full armour, the huge feline would have knocked me sprawling, stunned. Yet my lupine self brushed aside the pain, the blinding rage instead taking over as I leapt to counterattack. More than once, Jess' head touched the soft-top roof of the convertible as she bounced higher and higher on indian James' dick. Ramegowda- what happened son Our paths will cross soon enough." Hands slipped a teen cloth bag over her head and tightened it around her neck. I didn’t dare rub my clit or gang bang finger my pussy, afraid to feel how raw they were this morning. Again with trembling voice she said, "I can't believe Henry would do this". It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. When I felt that happen, I slowly pushed forward. He kept thrust and ramming his whole body into her causing them both to echo their pleasures from their throats. Through the window we saw the van parked outside being unloaded so we left them to it but the next day we had to walk down the street to the shops and Liz said we should knock on the door and introduce ourselves. bad motives, maybe.” “I think so, a little. He moaned in my little pussy while I started to push into his face and he was making me feel so so good that I was trying to find the edge of the ottoman but couldn’t because it’s so big. I unwrap myself from Eve’s arms and rush to my room. Previously I had only seen mom's patch through her thin, white cotton pants or shorts.