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I prized both sexes equally for their differences, the same as I sought experience with different races. It is the variety I crave, to allay the hunger. Furthermore, big I do not see one sex or the other as more or less ‘loveable’ than the other; I deem myself capable of loving either male or female equally – and perhaps even more than one at a time. As I pondered these thoughts, however, I questioned my notion of ‘love’ in its primal sense. I had not heretofore experienced it – at least the love that all the bards sing of – and thus, what could I know of it? That Solo is, what do I feel for Aela; is it love, or merely lust? What of Vilja? I am deeply attracted to the blonde Nord, but is it only a physical longing for something that is, for the nonce, beyond my grasp? Did I love her as I did Aela, or was it something different? How could I even know, as a beast? Once more, I cast my mind back a few nights. “Aela.” We lay beside one another in the tent, no longer touching, on our fur sleeping pallets. The Skyrim wind whipped the omnipresent snow about our tent in the darkness; the chilly draughts soon cooled our ardour. I had regained most of my breath from the latest of my climaxes. “What… do you know of love?” She emitted that snort-laugh of hers, pulled on her bottled of Colovian, as did I on mine. “Overrated.” “But, have you ever loved anyone?” “Are you asking me if I’m in love with you?” “No.” I downed another gulp or two. For some reason I did not want to know her answer. “I just… I only want to know if I – if we, as beasts, I mean – can know love.” A moment ere she responded, “I’m not the one to ask.” She finished her brandy, tossed the empty aside. “Why—I mean, who should I ask, then?” “Not me.” The Huntress turned away, faced the rippling tent wall. I studied her nude form in the brazier light: muscled back and shoulders; slim waist; strong, round buttocks; firm thighs and calves; goose bumps beginning to rise in the chill. I tried to ignore my rekindling desire. Clearly, she would not discuss the subject. I could thus only speculate that perhaps something in her past had soured her on ‘love’; perchance, this was the reason she would be content as a werewolf. On the other hand, mayhap the rumour that she and Skjor had been more than friends was accurate, and the Big Tits Huntress was not – would never be – over him. Whatever the case, she certainly seemed sincere in her veneration Big Boobs of Hircine, as I knew I could never be; black as I have mentioned, I have no use for deities and their manipulations of us ‘mortals’. Which was another reason for my ambivalence; I had been brooding on the rest of the Circle’s decision to remove the ‘taint’ of lycanthropy so they could anticipate their vision of the afterlife. To what could I look forward? As a Redguard, though orphaned young and raised in a tavern, I knew that Tu’whacca Yokudan, god of souls, would guide me as the other gods set a series of trials before me on the way to the Far Shores. I soon Solo realize the reason black he had pulled out and shoved it in my vagina was to erupt his hot thick cum inside. Not with all these people around.” Big Tits She begged him. He extended his gloved hand, and I shook it, very aware of the strength behind that grip. After showering I put on my skimpiest nightie…I had been gone half an hour, when I returned the TV was on but no one was watching it…I tiptoed to the corner of the room as quietly as possible. My brain was just a horny mess at this point so give me some slack. My ovaries brimmed with more cum to spill. At dinner mother said, "Maybe we should back off on our fucking." Johns legs parted to allow Sheryl’s legs to open wide enough that she would not pee on herself. A dream of his finally satisfied. "Well, Big Boobs something happened in school today. I groaned and popped my mouth off her nipple, darting up. “Now someone give me some cock!” Ok you need to stop soon. To experience. Sure, Danny, I don't see why not. He then slowly withdrew it until only his bulbous cock head was encased in the elastic big entrance to her pussy channel. Then she sat up and leaned towards me, taking my face in her hands. I noticed her breasts were perky.