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“That’s not it at all,” cuty Vilja remonstrated. “I think… I think you are lying to me, and I don’t know why. There is something… something wrong, I jest know it.” Her cute Nord accent, and something else, thickened her words. I looked up from moving large stones into a circle for the campfire. She stood stiffly, still in her form-fitting leather armour, arms folded, crying; I felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach. “I…” I began feebly, but could not finish. Yet, it casting seemed I would not have to, as she turned and fled – though it was not long until circumstance forced the truth from me. VIII All is Revealed They were upon us before we realised we were under attack. We had just despatched a cave troll, encountered suddenly as we travelled in the hills along the Darkwater River near Lost Knife Hideout. Our first indication that we could not yet relax were screams from the horses, which had fled as we came upon the troll just as we rounded a bend in the road. Luckily for the horses, the werewolf skinwalkers and a couple of their Cuckold wolf companions were intent on attacking us, and so our mounts merely bolted farther away as we turned toward the sound of their terror. Ere I realised what was betiding I had taken on beast form. I assume it was part instinct, part outrage that my so-called ‘brethren’ would dare attack me, let alone in company with my friends; and so I would show them just what they had taken on. Yet, perhaps they realised they had made a mistake, for as we slew the wolves and one of the skinwalkers immediately, the remaining two fled back across the river. I was in no mood to let them be, although, since my companions were not able to ford the fast-flowing course as quickly as I was in beast form, I caught and tore apart one and then the other before my friends were able to cross. It was only then that, even as a beast, I dimly realised what I had done. Up into the surrounding hills I fled, lest I lose control friend or my compatriots, not recognising me, attacked. As I could not feed on the skinwalkers or the wolves – or, since doing so would not serve me well – and I was not fortunate enow to stumble upon any corpses, I was thus unable to maintain beast form for long. Therefore, once more I soon found myself naked and unarmed, as well as wounded, this time across a significant river from my party. It need be said here that it is nigh impossible to ‘normally’ shape amateur change whilst clothed, let alone in armour; clothing will inevitably be shredded as it is suddenly outgrown, and to do so in full armour would be near suicidal, as most armour will, of course, not ‘shred’. Even if it did, it would soon become expensive to keep replacing. Aela warned me of this on that first night, and pussy so I have since ensured that I am completely unencumbered prior to a hunt. This time, to be sure, I had had no time for any such planning. Thus, I can only attribute my sudden change to the Ring of Hircine I had acquired in a prior quest to kill a werewolf named Sinding, whom, in beast form, killed a little girl and escaped custody for the crime in Falkreath. I will not relate that tale, except to say that I chose to spare Sinding and defy the deity Hircine – even though the Father of Manbeasts told me I served him regardless, and bade me keep his ring. In any case, it allows one to take beast form more than once per day, and so it somehow must allow one to shift out of one’s accoutrements at the same time. Rising to the occasion cuty I kissed her and tweaked her nipple. “No daddy nobody has. I see dad sitting in the kitchen, buttering some toast. “I don’t want to die, not like this.” she cried to herself. It was almost pussy unbearable. “Fuck, yes.” Unfortunately, Max refused to follow his orders. Since I’m a low-down pathetic freshman and you still look at me as if I’m your equal. I now had a woman who loved getting fucked by strangers and she was now a amateur woman who thoroughly loved sex for sex's sake. Dad patted a spot next to him. She pulled one nipple hard, and grabbed the other breast roughly. She pushes her way off my lap, as she stands up. “We might as well. In and out, faster and faster. Her face was stoic, her eyes narrow and focused. After the drop the condemned woman usually kicks wildly on air for several minutes, which Cuckold of course has the effect of making her swing casting freely like a pendulum, back and forth, the rope creaking. My legs and ass have friend always been my best features. I then decide to start washing her feet. Ok, that's what we'll do. Finally recovered, Kim sat up and turned to Mandy.