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and loping tirelessly along the Treva River, whence I shortly came upon Treva’s Watch once more. We had scouted it earlier and decided not to attack, as it was already near dark – but I knew, deep down, that my argument against attacking the bandits there and then in human form along with Vilja and Lydia was because I amateur wanted the pleasure – indian yes, I can admit it – all to myself. Although they had foolishly left their gates open, I attempted stealth, but was unsuccessful; nonetheless, as I tore into a lookout I learned that my speed precluded any need for stealth. He raised the alarm, yet only two others came at me, with pathetic boasts such as, “I’ll rip you apart!” I slaughtered them all with little trouble, fed, approached the entrance to the keep proper. The still-human measure of my mind very briefly pondered that I seemed able to do certain things as a beast – for example, open (unlocked) doors – while other ‘normal’ tasks, such as searching for loot and rifling bodies, simply did not even occur to me; my focus as a beast was the immediate cycle of hunt, kill, feed. Regardless, I teen knew my friends and I would be back the next day, when we could ransack the place at leisure. What I did not count on was my travel mates’ reactions – or, for that matter, my own. “ Mother of the Ice! ” hissed Lydia, as we rode through the entrance. Our mounts, halting abruptly just inside, began exhibiting a collective desire to flee the horrific scene. I had not noted the carnage I left behind the night before; the three corpses were in almost identical positions: on their backs with their chests torn open, contents strewn about. I made a mental note to tear the bodies apart next time, as I had the last one I caught two nights past, which should prevent any such diagnosis. Vilja, a degree paler, if that were possible, gasped. “Oh… Oh, no . They… look like… like they’ve been eaten !” She appeared to be swallowing her bile. “And this one – where is her head?” For some reason I was disturbed more by her response than anything else – for example, the fact that I was responsible for the butchery – as the blonde had not displayed any squeamishness thus far in our adventures, in spite of encountering, perhaps even inflicting, much worse. I shrugged off her observation. “Probably wolves. Let us take the horses outside anyway, and you can stay with them if you wish.” She refused, but I should have insisted. The interior of the fort was worse, and of course, no one would believe that ‘wolves’, or any other predator, could have gotten inside and done the same thing to those half-dozen-or-so bodies, one of whose face was virtually gone, as if peeled off (I vaguely recalled sitting atop someone and ‘slapping’ them with both clawed hands). Thus, Vilja was not able to continue looting, and I trow that even Lydia was grateful, for once, that I had assigned her to the other Nord girl and thus had excuse to leave as well. I knew I was in for more disturbed looks, if not questions. VII Naked Pursuits We continued in the same mould for many more days, wandering Skyrim and completing quests, before my luck finally ran out, in a manner I had not predicted. Although I had for quite some time now ceased passing out before changing back – whereupon I had heretofore to wake up, orient myself, and find my gear – I was Hardcore usually no more than a bowshot away from my stash, and almost immediately fully cognisant of myself and my surroundings. I had also been able to plan my near-nightly hunts, so that I did not roam so far that I was not able to make it back near camp and my cache before I resumed human form, which was always involuntary, and dependent upon how much I was able to feed. Katie was into yoga and biking. The way she was grinding her legs together and smiling and giggling to herself, I could tell she was really horny and would definitely beg me to fuck her when we got home. It was fun playing around with Sam, and I would totally do things with Mom, but it was Daddy I loved. indian “We’ve practiced. Mary nudged Jane to shut her up when she giggled but whispered to me “Oh, I’m sure he’ll do that okay”. There was a small opening that sloped down to the water. Hardcore I gently pull my cock from your mouth and amateur you moan in disappointment. He put his shorts and T-shirt on, watching Candy the whole time. Brian used his good leg to lunge around the old, CRT television and get out of view of the waist-height slit. Miss Kara may want teen to look at the goods before we buy." I felt this cock head touch my pussy and I gasped.