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Mayhap I have none; it matters not.” “What about dragons?” I proposed. “What about them?” “Perhaps you wish to fight them?” I had piqued her curiosity about joining the Blades, but she reaffirmed her intent to stay to contemplate life – or at least un-death – a while longer. Which may Fingering be some time indeed. I left, thanking her again, feeling guilt and more regret – that I could not help her? I was unsure. Ingjard and I returned home, Ingjard as my wedding guest, after which she would join the Blades. Anon, my nuptial day arrived and I made my way by myself toward the Temple of Mara in Riften. As was Solstheim – or local, I knew not which – custom, rather than everyone awaiting the bride, the bridal party, as well as the rest of my friends, plus some local guests and dignitaries, waited thence. I had agonised briefly regarding what to wear, deciding upon my daedric armour, although I eschewed the helm. Briefly, I considered wearing an Amulet of Mara as a joke – knowing how Vilja disdained the traditional token of availability for most Skyrim inhabitants – finally opting instead for amateur her mother’s gift to me, an Amulet of Infinite Patience. I had left all my weapons behind in Honeyside, my Riften home, aside from my daedric battleaxe – for ceremony, I told myself. Yet, no longer a werewolf or vampire, I felt helpless without some sort of weapon. Which was just as well, since none other than Halvdan and a comrade confronted me in the courtyard just outside the temple. I warned them away, but they would not yield. “You think you can steal my girl?” Halvdan threatened. “She is not yours – never was.” I stood loosely, gauntleted hands by my sides, though they itched to reach for the greataxe strapped to my back. “Yield, or this time you die. Both of you.” He snorted as they drew steel, Halvdan a greatsword, his companion a handaxe and shield. Almost lick immediately, I realised that Halvdan’s skills had improved since I had humiliated him – twice – but then, mine had as well. Even so, it may not be an easy fight, two against one. Halvdan circled to my left, his compatriot the indian right; they had apparently rehearsed this encounter, as they both, bellowing, attacked at once. I sprang back, plucking my weapon from the ready hooks built into the back of my armour. Halvdan’s slash twisted him as it met aught but air; his friend nearly took him in the shoulder, as I was suddenly not there. Yet they avoided collision as I leapt forward, swinging horizontally at them both, wicked curve of my axe clipping shrubs in the courtyard; they evaded me. I parried his cohort’s blow, returned it; jolted as he took it upon his shield, I was unable to take advantage, having to counter Halvdan’s swing at my bare head. Ducking, I spun round; but he was quick, dodging as I caught air once more. Both came at me again, and perforce I had to back up. Anon, I sensed the high stone walls of the courtyard behind me as they pushed me into an outdoor alcove. I managed a crashing blow against Halvdan’s friend’s shield, gouging away a chunk of it, driving the man to a knee. Turning toward Halvdan, I was surprised and irritated to be on the defensive once again, parrying his powerful swings one after another. From the corner of my eye I caught movement, was not quite in time to evade the handaxe chopping against shoulder and arm; though it barely penetrated, I was babe suddenly hurt. Sweating and bleeding, more than a little concerned; this was not going well. A stroke from Halvdan battered against a leg; buckling, I barely fought off a series of hacks from the second ambusher. I tried to get them to call me daddy or papa or anything else, but they called me Master, just like their mothers. “A-ah, ah, Sombra, I’m getting close, I’m going to cum!” Lena gasped and whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut, her bounces quicker and more frantic now. My heart beat so fast. UGHH!! It was Fingering like all those denied orgasms, all that pent up frustration from trying to cum babe again and again for hours, amateur was unleashed lick in her at once. The women were nodding with smiles on their lips Dr. Lawrence continued asking his questions and then did the medical examination. "Sure Dad, I'll see to her." Susan slipped off her bunk and grabbed a belt from her dresser. After a long moment he pushed himself from her, looking up at her with watery looking eyes and she smiled down at him, kind and reassuring. Patrick is all smiles now. “I kind of want to get to know this guy for some odd reason before I exchange any of the good pictures with him.” He wasn't sure if she was asleep, but still being cold, he rolled over to his side and brought his hand over her. Come on, I’ll show you how.” She had just offered to let me do some more intimate practice with her. I smiled, my breasts jiggling. "So Dad indian was left on his own to try and figure out how to keep from havin' more kids, while at the same time, continuing to have regular sexual intercourse with his own wife.