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Aithne's story part 79 - Return to Winterhold

The cold bit differently when it was chosen.   Aithne always noticed that first -- the distinction between weather endured and weather arrived at by will. The College of Winterhold shimmered into being around them in a rush of magic and sea wind, the familiar stone arches snapping into place as if they had merely been waiting for her to remember them. Snow scurried across the courtyard in thin, whispering sheets. The sea roared below the cliffs, patient and eternal.   Aithne

Chess gane with Daniela

Mortimer invited Daniela to a game of chess, but he had a surprise for her. He had arranged with Dirk and Renata to leave the door unlocked so they could come visit, because he wanted to enjoy it with them. Daniela was surprised at first, but then she realized that she liked fucking with more people and would not mind joining in next time.      

Trendil's story part 45 - The "Siege" of Whiterun

They started with catapults, just like last time. Last time they had been effective at keeping the Imperials on their heels, at least, even if they hadn’t opened any breaches.   Well, except one.   This time…   The first stone never reached the wall.   Marcus watched it rise from the nearest catapult in a clean, graceful arc, a dark blot against the pale afternoon sky, aimed for a spot just above the bailey.   Then the stone shuddered and, befor

Sian's story part 66 - The "Siege" of Whiterun

I have been in many fights and even what could be considered battles, and I have seen plenty of tv shows and movies (and even played a video game or two) that described or depicted, in historical or fictional detail, what a medieval siege is like. None of them were lifelike, it turns out.   If you had asked me—before—what a siege looked like, I would have told you about dirt and time.   Months. Maybe years. Lines of tents stretching like a second city around stone walls. Sta

Slut behind the window

Renata would secretly look at Mortimer through the window and occasionally see him fucking the neighborhood whores. It was an amazing adrenaline rush for her. The last time she was at the window, Dirk was visiting him, who noticed her and invited her inside. Bella was in the study and as she was about to go home, she heard familiar sounds from the living room and it made her incredibly horny.    

Fogo e Desejo na Fazenda

A estrada de terra vermelha serpeava entre os pastos infinitos, o sol da tarde pintando tudo com um tom dourado e empoeirado. Leroy dirigia a velha caminhonete do tio, as mãos grossas apertando o volante enquanto os músculos dos braços se tensionavam a cada buraco no caminho. O cheiro de terra úmida depois da chuva da manhã ainda subia pelas janelas abertas, misturado ao aroma de couro desgastado dos assentos. Ele tinha chegado há poucas horas na fazenda de Pedro, seu tio, um homem de quase cinq

Sian's story part 65 - Uncomfortable Conversations

I have been in many fights and even what could be considered battles, and I have seen plenty of tv shows and movies (and even played a video game or two) that described or depicted, in historical or fictional detail, what a medieval siege is like. None of them were lifelike, it turns out.   First of all, the scale of the thing is far beyond what stage or screen can convey. There were thousands of people on both sides and…   …   I can hear you all bitching at me fro

Chess game with Rachael

Mortimer loves to play chess. While he still lives in his villa, Linda lives in an apartment near the prep school. They love each other, but each has their own space. Bella is a frequent guest at Mortimer's. He let her know that Rachael is coming to his place for a game of chess. Mortimer and Bella have an agreement that if there is an opportunity, he will call her and she will fuck the sexy whores who come to visit him with him. But Mortimer has high expectations for intelligence, so he invites

Iveta´s fuck training with The Goths

Mortimer had and has an open relationship with both Bella and his new wife. They don't mind inviting someone else into bed and they really enjoy it. Dirk had been fucking Cassandra's classmate Iveta for a while now and when she needed money, she had no problem fucking him on webcam. The wild teen met Mortimer in front of his work. She greeted him and they chatted for a bit. In the end, she ended up the way she usually does, Morti and Linda just fucked her hard and she became part of a circle of

From the monastery to porn industry

Liana went to the monastery because she was disappointed in love. But she realized more and more that it wasn't for her. She thought she could tame her taste for dicks, but she couldn't. When Cassandra did it, she thought she would help Liana raise her shattered self-confidence and told her that her stepmother was very good at makeup. Liana didn't believe in herself as a woman at all. When she visited Linda, she was very curious about how she would handle her appearance. At that time, Dirk was n

Immoral encounter

Lina had preferred to put the spa incident behind her; it was all a mistake for her relationship. But fate had other plans when she met Aaron at the Brindleton Country Club.       But the temptation was too strong and she couldn't resist his dick.                       Perhaps this wasn't their last meeting. But now the problem was Lina's boyfrie

Chapter 43: Wherein Our Hero Gets Some Locals' Stories

So the end of 2005 was a wild ride for me. I'll just start with a sexy aside that has little to do with the story, but which I'm sure you all will appreciate. I finally got a call from Kim, horny and wanting to meet. And when I visited her, my pants were off in like three seconds flat.     She was the only one of Grace's girls I hadn't fucked yet, so this was a big moment for me. It was like getting the last punch on a discount card for your local sandwich shop.

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Sloan's Story part 54 - Lifting the Darkness

The door closed behind Sloan without ceremony.   There was no echo -- just the sound of stone settling into stone, as if the passage itself had decided she could not go back. The air inside the sanctuary was cooler than the forest above, thick with the smell of oil, iron, and old smoke. It wasn’t damp, exactly, but it felt used. Worn smooth by years of bodies passing through, breathing the same air, bleeding onto the same stones. She didn’t move, at first. She stood just inside th
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