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Scant days later, I learned what Aela had been trying to tell me: Elda, the Vilemyr whore whom I had… patronised some time ago was found near death right after we left Ivarstead, and in fact died not long thereafter. Justifiably so, there was a bounty on my head in The Bhabhi Rift. I immediately travelled to Riften, intending to see the jarl to clear up the misunderstanding, however, the hold’s guards intercepted me just inside the border, and I faced the choice to pay the bounty, get an escort to gaol, or else defy them and flee – or kill them – and continue to be an outlaw in the hold. Thus, I paid my bounty – a mere 40 gold septims (I am not sure why the amount irritated me; perhaps that it was the value of a life?). I also sought to make amends to Elda’s family, but found she had none. The rage abruptly took me, so I went on another hunt. Loping tirelessly in the darkness down a road to I-know-not-where, I reacted to a cry in the darkness of, “Die, monster!” before I knew who was attacking me. I whirled, lashed out, had the man torn apart before I realised he had only a dagger – hardly a bandit, then – and I knew him, even in beastmind: It was Talsgar the Wanderer. I had met the itinerant bard a few times, and bade performances of him; it was a welcome respite on the road. Now I had killed him, and he would perform no more. I did not feed. My rage blinding, I raced away from the road; ignoring brush, rocks, and even most trees, I fled on into the darkling woods. I came upon two cave bears about to make a meal of some unfortunate. In my fury, I took them both on, was perforce obliged to feed on them as well as the unknown corpse to heal my serious wounds. Yet it was not enow, and thus I was fortunate to happen upon another battlefield; I fed only enow to heal almost completely, and then lay down amongst the corpses to await my transformation. Although I did not need sleep, I must have dozed regardless, as next it was dawn and I heard chair voices. “Damned Stormcloak rebels!” An Imperial patrol approached, likely looking for wounded. Fortunately, it was not quite light, and some trees and rocks hid me. If I could but snatch some bits of armour and clothing, I could at least explain my half-nakedness as a survivor, having lost consciousness on the battlefield and now trying to heal her wounds. “Gods below!” came more cries. “Damned wolves! Stay sharp, soldiers.” They must have seen my handiwork on some of the corpses. I crept, shivering and ill, toward the nearest heap; a male Stormcloak sat by two female rebel soldiers who embraced, in death, a male Imperial, whilst a desi female Legionary lay nearby. The male Legionary appeared to be a Redguard, like me. Curiously, although several arrows protruded from the bodies, wounds were not visible, and there was little blood; they looked fucked as though they merely slept. Normally, dismemberments and eviscerations abounded in such battles, and the blood… The lack of such grisliness was perhaps the reason I found it so poignant. It may heretofore have been the saddest thing I had seen in this war, having witnessed several such skirmishes, either just after they ended or in passing as they raged. I had yet to take sides – I did not want to – but my conscience nudged me toward forcing another kind of choice from me. Swallowing a lump in my throat the size of Mount Anthor, I sneaked away; found some discarded bits of equipment, donned them, left. I sought Aela. Lying together in the room I had taken over from Kodlak, she queried, “Could you not have made the same mistake as a human?” I doubted that, but she was either unconvinced or indifferent. “That’s just the way it is, sister,” she growled. It desi was when I slide my tongue into her pussy for first time that her whole body tensed up fucked but and she let out painful moan. She tilted her head back and gushed “Thank you Brad! Hanna sensed Willy coming up behind her and held her breath. I was still looking at myself in the mirror and I could see what she meant. Wednesday morning I had to run chair past a couple of groups of kids to catch up with Alice who was walking alone to school. That morning we took the bus home after breakfast. She said, pointing to an old beat up Ford. Sujata began to cry. I have seen pictures, and a few . . . She tugged that off and kissed my butt-cheek. She couldn’t believe Ryan’s cavalier attitude, he was absolutely certain he could make things right with Kim and he wanted to fuck her, Jesus, how could he be so dense. "No, I don't think so," said Mike. I can hear Kara chuckle Bhabhi behind me. “I can ask them to come back later. Mitzi climbs further up my wife. My futa-cock came into sight, throbbing hard as it thrust from my trimmed, blonde bush, my pussy soaked.