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I released her hands from her sides, grabbed it in one fist, pumped furiously, directing the generous spurts across our faces and gaping mouths as I reached for the hooded hard pistil at the top of her wet fissure with the other hand. Aela howled, lurched in climax, my own bursting once more as I was abruptly penetrated again, this time in my rear hole. I sought the woman’s lips with my own; tongues duelled, swirling the warm teen milky fluid about as the magnificent sensations washed over us and the first twin pulled out and shot another load all over us. My body gave a last spasm as I collapsed and rolled off her. XII Agony I was sick for a different reason. The ‘bandits’ Aela, Vilkas, Farkas, and I slaughtered last night did not appear to be such at all. As I surveyed the scene of the encampment – Vilja and Lydia no longer accompanied me on these ‘follow-up tasks’, whilst Aela and the twins had returned to Jorrvaskr – I could tell these were not bandits, nor any other kind of scoundrel. Although torn apart, they were still recognisable as orcs. Of course, this alone did not prove anything, but Skyrim bandit groups typically appeared of mixed races and sexes, and these all seemed to be male orcs. I did not know much about the tusked, green-skinned peoples of Skyrim – properly known as Orsimer – except that they were no better or worse, as a race, than any other, including the three distinct ethnic groups of elves: the dark elves or Dunmer; the wood elves or Bosmer; and the high elves, the Altmer. Although racial prejudices abounded, in my experience none were any more or less inclined to violence or criminality than another, including the cumshot racial subgroups of humans, such as my own Redguard, Hardcore the native Nords, the Bretons, or the Imperials. In fact, it may be argued that, since the cat-like Khajiit and saurian Argonians were mistrusted in Skyrim, a disproportionate number were forced to the edges of society, whence shaved ofttimes circumstance obliged one to do what was necessary to survive, thus earning their reputation. Yet, what came amateur first, the mistrust or the behaviour? None of it was an excuse for banditry, however. Regardless, my hunch appeared confirmed, as a search of the remains and camp revealed nothing of typical bandit loot; they had meat – most in the process of smoking and salting – furs, hunting bows, no heavy armour, and few other weapons but skinning knives. I buried what was left of them; I could not leave these innocents to scavengers. What little ‘loot’ I found I interred with the bodies; would that I knew who they were, so that I could somehow return it to families. Thus did my guilt instigate my meeting of Borgakh the Steel Heart. The nearest orc settlement I knew of was Mor Khazgur in The Reach, yet they had no knowledge of a hunting party, missing or otherwise. Borgakh is the daughter of their chief, Larak, and when we met in the bailey of their fort, she appeared to be taking out her frustrations on a training dummy. When I enquired as to her role in the tribe, she related how she would soon come of age, and hence be off to marry a chieftain in some distant Orsimer community. She did not seem enthusiastic about this future, saying something about feeling as though she were ‘in a cage’, and wishing to see ‘new places and people’, yet I do not believe it was this declaration that prompted me to invite her to accompany me. Hesitant at first, she finally agreed when I offered to pay her dowry and assured her that she would be free to return and marry when the time came. Aside from the aforementioned sudden remorse for orcs in general, I felt sorry for her, not being free to do as she pleased – although, who am I to question others’ customs and beliefs? Another day at the mall just to keep the heat at bay. My manhood tingling with desires as it was slipping between the crack of her warm, wet and savory nubile ass cheeks. She looked to be with her aunt. Dani nodded in understanding, and lay down on her back. Even after all this she was still being a bitch. “Off.” I instructed. Both bunny girls, Priyala, and my wife move through the crowd serving drinks. It’s teen obvious that cumshot anything we make can be made more cheaply.” Josiah says. he shredded some cheese. Somehow, Doris's slim little body was able to take both cocks to the hilt, and both shaved men knew they didn't have to hold back. Startled, Stephanie grabbed her breasts, dropping the package on the floor. I spent ages washing the mud off amateur with the dress still on; then I peeled it off and kept rinsing it whilst I stood there, naked as the day I was born. It created this open space that had a narrow entrance. I felt several pairs of hands grab me. My ass, pussy, tits, thighs and waist were all being groped Hardcore by foreign hands. What was specifically drawing his attention and ire today were those jeans, and the fact that they didn't quite go up high enough when she sat down n'or did her shirt go far enough down. Chapter 6 - AFTER THE BEER