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“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 busty 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 Huntress was not – would never be – over him. Whatever the case, she certainly seemed sincere in her veneration of Hircine, as I knew I could never be; 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. If I failed, I would find myself banished to the Dreamsleeve, whence I could either languish for an eternity or, perhaps, be reborn for another opportunity at life, as some races believed (Imperials, for one). Yet, did I wish to sit at the knee of some daedric prince, or take my chances with trials and perhaps move on to a new life? After all, I have proven myself reasonably competent in this short existence Big Boobs thus far. As I revealed, I never knew my parents, and I spent my childhood in a tavern. I will not speak of it herein, other than to say I disliked my life, and sought to better my lot. I availed myself of every opportunity to learn: to read and write, amateur for tits example. An old Hardcore Imperial merchant – notice I did not say ‘kindly’, as he was not; he used me for his own purposes – taught me my letters and numbers. Thus did I learn how to get what I wanted – using guile, sometimes stealth, and both aspects of my physicality, including sex and, later on, my formidable strength. I also learned of the greater world from travellers, and developed a yearning to see and experience it – as if getting away from my virtual enslavement were not incentive enow. “Should we return?” Aela asked abruptly. For an instant, I thought she meant to whence I came, which provoked a violent reaction within me; but I answered, “Yes.” I needs must ponder my reaction more closely sometime anon. I return to the present crossroads. Even Aela, it seemed, was not unaffected by this war. “Damn shame,” she murmured. Corpses littered the slopes amidst rocks and scrub; guts, limbs, a head or two liberally strewn; blood soaked virtually every speck of snowy ground. This time, I felt no poignancy, only sadness. Vilja, apparently, thought I had other things on my mind. “If we meet someone when you’re a werewolf,” she proposed, “we could just pretend that you’re a dog. “This is really nice, I would have never bought this for myself but you picked it right.” She lifted her head which stretched her neck then shot a spray just below her ear then invited “Smell it there.” I couldn’t resist, as I put my nose next to her ear I was impelled to kiss the spot she had perfumed. "I'm your step daughter." Now I might have to have a mini-camera installed under your desktop.” Her golden hair draped in a score of braids across her shoulders, her deep-set eyes stared coldly from her brow, and her lush lips were pursed in thought. Their tongues dance and twist in each other's mouth. Despite the intense ache in her thighs, breasts and nipples it was sending sensations deep into her body that she had never experienced. It made her heart stop! "I'll try." He continued to lick me and eat me out. “Come in,” I hear. I smiled, recognizing the Big Boobs same pair that my mom used on Mrs. Armstrong in the hotel room. I bet you'd like to order them to do some things, wouldn't you?” "Hey, Lil?" she asked. Quickly grabbing the base of her amateur shirt, I pulled it up over her head, exposing her marvelous set of tits. I asked Chris, "So how does it feel having my dick in your ass? tits "Let’s give her some incentive then" Jack replied. A part of her was looking forward to the competitor and a part was mildly anxious as well. Seth let out a heavy sigh. I hear a high-pitched sound and with a quick flash busty I am out like a light. ‘It’s all I’ve Hardcore got for now, hon.’ I said. [part 7 follows]