I all at once felt flushed; my heart indian raced as a herd of mammoths thundered between my ears. I needs must admit as well that my female parts twitched, demanded contact – and, I concede, it had nothing to do with present company. It took great effort to remain motionless. “I do not enjoy it, exactly,” I dissembled. “I… It is what I must do to heal… to live. And only their hearts,” I added, as sex if that would make the fact more palatable. Vilja seized upon it: “Oh, is that all , then? Well, that makes it all right, of course.” She swallowed; appeared to be holding back more than tears. I had no answer; I could barely look at her. “You still have not told us why ,” she insisted. “Yes, I did.” “Oh, it’s so you can…so you can mate all day desi and night with some tavern wore?” Precious Vilja; she could not even swear effectually. “The word you want is whore , dear, or perhaps slattern, strumpet, or harlot. And what we did was tumble – fornicate, rut, or copulate. Or perhaps even ‘make love’.” “No. It sound to me like mating. There is nothing loving about it.” I sprang to my feet. “How would you know?” The beast was nearly upon me. The other girls must have seen it, as Vilja gasped, eyes flying wide as she fell back off the log; the snick of steel clearing leather as Lydia interposed herself between us. “My thane ! I needs must remind you that you yourself assigned me to protect Vilja, and you haven’t released me from that geas .” As I wrapped both hands around her throat – noting with some horror that my hot digits were elongating and sprouting fur – I girl met my housecarl’s gaze; it held no fear, only regret and… resignation, perhaps? I turned, bolted up the path; this time I noted my accoutrements sloughing away as my beast form came upon me in the brightening daylight. I was soon loping on all fours, racing through the rough scrub as I tore at any passing forest creature; a rabbit, now a fox; I cared for naught but the rage! I college had to kill… something . IX Return to the Pack Morgana grabbed a handful of the serving girl's hair and thrust herself deep in the slack mouth, and then pulled out, wiping the cum and spittle onto the girl's gratefully dazed face. “Where girl do you want me to put this?” I asked knowing I couldn’t wait much longer. He also had no hair on his arms or legs. Jess looked down at her lap as she thought, "Hmm… Well I guess I should be angry," she began, sex turning to look up at her friend, "But I'm not. As soon as he withdrew his dick. I griped her cute arse and squeezed. Please mistress, use my ass." He was fucking her hard and insistently but his strokes were long and deep and measured. We closed the door, but we could hear some screaming, but we couldn’t hot understand what was being said. "Fuck I'm getting close" he moaned as he got faster and faster. Rocky came closer, he indian was silent but I could tell he was closer as I felt his heat college and then his breath on my open cunt. It convulsed and rolled about the countertop, its frantic skittering suggesting uncontrollable mirth. Lora didn't try anything else with me, so I figured it was a one time 'thank you.' When I was sure his penis couldn’t get any longer or thicker without ripping through the desi skin, I began licking up and down its length. Such an intimate place, never before touched by another. But I’ll never admit that!