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Moreover, I fuzzily understood that I was hurting people, in more ways than simply killing and eating them – or fucking them to death. Elda, for example; despite my finding out that the reason my bounty had been so low was because I could not have been convicted of murder – there being no direct proof of my having killed her – I felt dildo no better. (As an aside, when it occurred to me that Aela had not slain me when we fucked ere I became a werewolf, she assured me it was because she had learned to control herself with humans; I was intrigued, but did not pussy wish to inflict further harm ‘experimenting’.) I had not even loved the whore, yet I felt remorse. Why, then, did I not feel more guilt about harming those I did love? For I was hurting loved ones, was I not? I loved Vilja, or at least, I wanted to know how I felt about her without a ‘clouded mind’. I wanted to know how I felt about Aela, too – even though I still doubted I could have her, beyond what we already shared. I had wanted Mjoll, too, barely gotten to know her; now could never know her – though I mayhap could have – because of what I was. I wanted to experience others – very well, I wanted to fuck others – and sample more of what life offered, but I could not, because of what I was. I began to recognise my obsession as virtually all-consuming, yet could not tear myself away from the carnality. Moreover, I had taken two children off the streets; what kind of life could I give them – was I giving blonde them – living this way? I was avoiding home, as I did not trust myself near them. So, what was the point? Why did I adopt them, if I was not able to care for them? Withal, were I masturbation to try to have some kind of home life as a werewolf, how long before I… hurt them? I had even moved us all to Solitude to keep them from harm in the war – Whiterun being in the virtual centre of the conflict, having seen battle once already – and yet I seldom saw them. I no longer wanted this life. Thus, I made up my mind that, as soon as we were done at Castle Volkihar, I would go to Ysgramor’s Tomb and perform the ritual to cure myself. I did not know that the choice would be denied me. Rowing a dinghy to its island, my first glimpse of Castle Volkihar as it emerged from the mists was unfavourable: A hulking half-ruin, brooding over its island like the huge stone gargoyles bracing its wide main staircase. Further exploration only confirmed my first impression. I felt appalled that Serana had spent her childhood in this dreadful place; it had to have been worse masturbating than mine, although she did not seem affected by it, other than, at times, waxing wistful in her remembrances. Yet, I will not dwell on the edifice herein. I needs must only say that we found Serana’s mother, Valerica, and the Elder Scroll, but in order to do so I faced the choice of trading a piece of my soul or becoming a vampire. Despite Serana leading me to believe that only a vampire lord could turn a werewolf, she had obviously lied, for she now told me she could do it teens herself; I was furious at her deception. “ How could you lie to me? ” I hissed. Deep in the bowels of the half-ruined fortress, we paused in an ancient crypt. Water trickled steadily down the slimy green stone of the walls, collected in dead pools here and there on the floor. The air was dead, smelled of putrefaction, mouldy antiquity. I inhaled her aroma. I guess as you said earlier, they are men.” We both began to laugh. Not having a boyfriend of my own at the moment probably made it worse and I found myself daydreaming about Brian, wishing I was Claire. Free yourself—explore the limits of what it means to be free. I'm not doing anything for you!" Her hips even started masturbation grinding her ass onto my fingers. 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Trying not to speak Hailey just made noises and grunts with no formed words as she felt herself shudder in yet another orgasm. She began heaving, her body trying to expel the mass that was choking her. “Come on! “Now cum in me! Please, please, just spill that cum in me! Erupt!” you think for a moment that you heard the door, but the music is so loud you can't be sure. I am starving for some fun—sexual fun, and I don’t give a shit who pussy gives it to me.” I looked up and could see everyone’s eyes on us. He leaned down more and more as the pleasure took over, his face closer and closer to mine. My cute tush was giving him such pleasure. Glendian looked purposefully at me. “She died bravely, Ranger Straltaira, in the service of her country.” Claire was so embarrassed. Roboticly, I follow her instruction. “Paul Stevens.” He smugly declared. Inch by inch I slowly started feeding her my cock. 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