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 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 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 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 indian 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. Regrettably, it does not do the reverse. Thus, all I recall is that when I slunk back into the camp that Lydia and Vilja had set up on near our recent battle – doubtless not knowing whence I had gone and when I should return – my two companions had gathered up my shed belongings, intact, and stowed them for me. It was well after dark when I returned. I had been obliged to turn to my magic once again to heal, keep from freezing, and to find my way in the night, not to mention cross the river, which I was able to do using wife the whirlwind sprint Shout, which moves one in the blink of an eye several man-spans. It cannot compensate for steep terrain, but otherwise it will move one over quite significant gaps or obstacles, such as traps. Or rivers. Returning to my tale, then, I do not believe that either Lydia or Vilja slumbered as I crept, shivering, into the bedroll they had set out for me in our tent, but I would be unable to avoid their questions – verbal or otherwise – beyond morning, I knew. Thus, somewhat past dawn the next day, I told them I would speak with them both. Amid the purple morning mists, we sat round the campfire for a stretched silence, aught but its occasional crackle and the rustle of the nearby river to intrude upon the uncomfortable quietude. “I am a werewolf,” I finally admitted, although I did not suppose it came as any great shock. Vilja, holding herself stiffly, began to sob, eyes downcast at her boots shuffling nervously in the brown grass. Lydia regarded me warily. “I… I do not know what more to say,” I added lamely. “But, w-why?” Vilja cried. “H-How did this happen?” “I… did it myself.” “But… why ?” the blonde repeated. “Why would you do something like this – become a… a m-monster?” “‘Monster’?” I countered sharply. “See you a monster before you now?” “Well, not now, no. But—” Then he pulls his cock out and climb on me, he slides his cock between my plump rounded perfect tits and start to fuck my tits fast. Now, what did you find? This is yours." She had a monster in her ass, fucked by 3 different cocks and couldn’t get enough cum to swallow. "What do you have to say for yourself?" But if your grimmy…?” She sat cross-legged with a small pillow in her lap. "We were studying, we have exams next week so whatever you want him to do for indian you tonight, it ain't gonna happen." “Mommy!” I cried out desperately. I take it back, wife this was a fucking sensational feeling. As Jake’s thumb buried itself in Katie’s ass, Katie’s moans before him picked up, she frantically rocked her body back and forth, impaling herself on his cock, enjoying the sensation of Jakes thick cock filling her pussy and his thumb stretching her ass. “You’ll never get anything, even if you take him to court with this video. By going through the motions, we could force Miguel to unknowingly play the game on our terms and not his. “Christ Maclean I thought you said the rangers were going to come after us!” As Hullete spit a phlegm ball out of his mouth “ It’s no ranger it’s a woman!” admiring her lines of her face. Was I going to put the Espeon in danger to stand for my morals? I am going to start giving him a hug and kiss in the morning when I am naked. Her face contorted in pain. What Wrath had here, was word-for-word the same things as… wait. “Can Maria a have a quick shower here?” Michael waves at the bathroom as he cracks a stubby, his cook still dripping. Drip, breathe, drip, breathe. Now she was a widow and would have to deal with all the shit widows have to deal with: funeral homes, burials, death certificates, insurance. 969 scurried off and I stared at the cock on 132. To explain this, I’m going to have to go back in time. “It'll take some time to do properly.” It's at least an order of magnitude stronger than the last one."