. Dammit!" Mike pulled out of me as the truck stopped and the engine shut-off with a dying growl a second later.Both boys were trying to get dressed a... quickly as they could and my brothers and I just watched them with curious amusement. It was only their father and he'd fucked me plenty of times, so why would he be mad if his sons did it? Humans had never made much sense to me, even when I'd been one, so I just lay there, getting on my side with my tummy close to the eyebolt. I could at least. I opened the door to the monastery. The Greybeards were going about their evening meditations, and I tracked down Arngeir.“Ah, you’ve retrieved the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. You have passed all the trials. Come, it is time for us to formally recognize you as Dragonborn.” He led me to the meeting hall, where the other three Greybeards had gathered. “You are ready to learn the final word of Unrelenting Force, DAH, which means push.”Wulfgar gave a small shout at the floor, as before when they had. My used Toyota had that wonderful look of an owner who knew nothing about cars. Me.He closed the door and walked over to me. One hand behind his back. When he got to me, I realized how tall he was. My neck hurt to look up at him. But then again, everyone in the world is taller than me.He coughed into his fist, “Ah...one question?”“Make it quick.”He glanced at the waitresses. Leaned in close to me. I didn't smell cologne, just soap. A nice and clean smell I liked. I stepped back.He nodded in. She was still uncomfortable in his presence or even to be in an area he frequented. When Shasta first saw this room she had been amazed at the starkness and its severe functionality. For the most part the walls were bare with the exception of a number of bookshelves filled to overflowing. The desk was smaller than the one Nesho was presently sitting at and meticulously clean the few times she had seen it. The only ornamentation, if you could call it that, was the full dress armor of a Guild.