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  • XV Decisions I am still unsure what finally prompted my decision to join the Legion – Vilja will not stop pestering me about it – but I suppose I see it as my best chance to help end a pointless war. I also think that Ulfric Stormcloak is naught but a regicide with his own self-interest in being High King. Furthermore, I detest the way most Nords mistreat other races; ‘Skyrim belongs to the Nords!’ indeed. Once again, do not misunderstand; I am not enamoured with the Empire, either, kneeling as they did to the Aldmeri Dominion and signing the so-called White-Gold Concordat, which forbade the worship of Talos – a sacred figure to the Nords, if no one else. Not to mention how the Dominion’s Thalmor representatives poke their fingers into every pie in Skyrim by sending their ‘advisors’ to virtually every court in the land, and presuming to arrest and torture anyone they suspect might be guilty of Talos worship. Thus have I developed an abiding hatred for the Thalmor as great as or more so than what I feel for bandits; and I may tell girl you the story of how I stormed their embassy and freed a prisoner some time anon. Now is not that time, however. I spent the following few days (was it weeks?) in chaotic activity, moving back and forth across Skyrim, trying to do my duty as a new Legionary soldier as well as follow up various rumours and solve peoples’ problems. This brought me some fame, I am immodest enow to say, including becoming Thane of several Holds (I have lost count: Whiterun, Falkreath, Haafingar, The Pale, and Markarth, I think). In turn, I acquired the pleasant but time-eating chore to try to build or at least furnish a home in each hold – even if most are homes where no one lives, save a steward, for the nonce. Withal, most relevant to this tale is how I rejoined with Serana – movie or she with me. I had travelled to Riften for some un-recalled reason, arriving just in time to intervene in a vampire attack upon the citizenry. Whilst we had little trouble despatching the nightstalker and one or two of his thralls – my chief difficulty lay in trying not to hit guards or citizens who got in the way – when it was over, we discovered that Aerin, Mjoll the Lioness’ one-time saviour and purported lover, was a victim. “NNNOOOOoooo!” Glass greatsword clattering to the cobbles, the iron-clad warrior dropped to her knees in the street beside the body; no wounds were apparent, but that was a bad thing. “Why?” she wailed; I did not have to know the lanky fighter well to perceive her anguish. “How could he deserve this?” She suddenly sprang to drama her feet – quite a graceful move for such a big woman in heavy armour – snatched up her weapon, started hacking apart the enemy bodies. Everyone fled, save korean Vilja, Aela, and I. Once the street was awash with blood and body parts, she fell once more, this time prostrate over the corpse of her lover. Great, heaving sobs wracked the tall Nord’s gore-splattered frame, though cute she emitted hardly a sound. After a moment, I gently approached. Fortunately, I knew her well enow – I had retrieved her sword from whence she had lost it in a dwarven ruin and, but for Aerin, nearly died – or I may not have dared. I touched the flared epaulet of her iron breastplate; she probably did not feel it. “Mjoll… Mjoll, I am sorry.” “Leave me,” she intoned dully. “Mjoll, I cannot.” My hand moved from her shoulder to the nape of her neck, left bare with no helm or camail; brushed aside the bloody, straw-coloured pleats. “He… Aerin was bitten… drained of blood. I am sorry, Mjoll. You know what must be done.” I dared rub lightly porn with the tips of my fingers, having pulled off my gauntlets. She did not respond for another moment. Then, “No. I” “will take care of him.” He entangled a gentle hand in my hair, guiding me back and forth, but not forcing me. I felt warm, hard, chest muscle pressing against my back, and tender hands cupping me about the fat of my glutes. I just violated my little girl. Again I found myself looking at naked girls doing very naughty things with others men and women. I did my sets, all the while starring up the leg of his shorts. "Now lets get dressed. Disappointed, Crystal spends an hour trying to coax the monster out. She sniffled again, rubbing the tears from her eyes. Ding! “But I definitely know we weren't masturbating over our naked mother girl while our dad stands frozen watching.” Did you know that korean Bill’s birthday is tonight?” I'm writing this from my cell, holding one ice pack on my skull and another on my sore dick, but I don't regret a single second. “My dear, by you summoning me and using some of your blood. Every cute thrust kept my pleasure alive. It drama wasn’t long before I felt the head of his dick hit the back of my pussy. “I thought I would begin on Friday, I mean tomorrow, and start by setting him a series of tests to get a feel for his ability. “It is,” I said, swallowing. I tried to say something but the crowd was too noisy as Cooper produced a bright red ball movie gag. Don’t forget to wear something that comes off in seconds.” She followed me downstairs, where Momo and Sonja were already waiting for us, sitting at porn the ends of the couch in their sovereign territories. No more! She took a long draw on the joint.