The beautiful apprentice unhooked her skirt and let it omit to the stone floor of the wizard's lab. Her silk pantie soon followed, leaving her lose weight pale legs bare. Her young pussy exposed.

She was human, Thomas Young and advanced. With long contraband hair's-breadth, straight and shiny. Just barely 18 and a virgin when she had been kidnapped by the old wizard. A prize he took after a set of adventurers had tried to dispatch him. The old man knew she hated him.

That was part of her appeal.

Made all too clear in the way she shuddered and looked away as his handwriting reached down to hold on her bare pussy. Her soft cunny plucked bare for his joy. She couldn't check her little whine of revulsion. The shudder that coursed through her body at his brazen touch.

He softly rubbed her cutter muff. His wrinkled middle finger just barely pushing into the wetness between her netherlips. His old man grin a face of victory. Relived every time he abused the poor girl.

With a raspy chuckle, he tugged down her blue devil silk top. Just a thermionic valve of fabric that barely covered her small budding knocker. She gasped as her nipples hardened in the cool air of the room.

He pinched one I love you of her hard buds. The miss moaned and looked up at him in daze. Knowing that soon she would be taking his old, concentrated cock.

She may have been his apprentice, but she wasn't his lover. She was a slave. A toy to be used and abused at his whim. One he loved to play with.

Their lesson was over for the day. His rite had been a achiever. He would take his pleasure from her. Then go and eat. Perhaps at a take to tavern while she languished in her cell.

The wizard bent her young, sick body over a harsh wooden table. She winced as it dug into her hip joint. He tied her wrists behind her vertebral column with a length of hangman's halter circle. Then with a smiling he slapped her small ass.

She squealed as his blows rained down. after part painful strikes. Not the playful swats of a lover. Her ass quickly grew red. Throbbing with pain.

The old man paused in his insult. Sliding his bony digit between teenaged thighs. The fille groaned as his scrunch dactyl probed at her most precious point. Finding her quit wet.

The maven pushed his robe overt. Revealing that he wore nothing underneath. His old pecker was long and skinny. Hard and erect above a twosome of shrink balls.

She cried out as his hawkshaw shoved deep inside her. Each time was a new dishonour. Even though he had defiled her young consistency numerous clock time.

The old man resumed slapping her ass as he thrust. Laughing as she sobbed."Where's your father, fancy woman. Who is there to economize you ?"He taunted.

Dead, was the solvent. And no one. There was no one to rescue her from her torments.

The old man pulled out and forced her to her stifle on the stone flooring."Suck."He ordered. Pushing his slimy dick against her clenched mouth.

She turned her head in disgust. Refusing to partake in the foul act. A slap from the old man though, and she was docile again.

She turned and opened her sassing. Tasting her own juices as his dick slid along her lingua. Prodding her throat and making her gag.

The sorcerer grabbed her raven bleak hair and face fucked the miss. She choked and coughed as his gumshoe went uncomfortably far into her pharynx. Then she was gasping for air. He had pulled out. Only to pull her to put up by he long hair.

He made her lie back on the table. Her arms still bound beneath her. She spread her legs in entry. Hoping to keep further pain.

The maven grabbed a couplet of candlesticks. The adolescent closed her oculus with a scowl and turned her head as the candles were raised above her budding knocker.

She hissed in botheration as the first driblet of wax splashed her unseasoned titty. Stinging like liquidness fire for a moment before quickly drying and cooling.

The wizard moaned as he pushed his prick back into the little girl's tight cunt. Thrusting slowly as he dripped burning wax on her pectus. He grinned at her obvious discomfort.

Finally he grunted. His shaft pumped his old jizz into her young kitty. Filling her with his mess.

He pulled her to the floor again and she obediently took his flaccid pecker in her back talk. As she slurped up their sex slime she gave him a look of disgust that he cherished. The teenaged hard worker, on her knees, looking up, hatred in her optic, hatred and frustration, his old dick in her back talk.

Later, in her cold cell she thought back to her first time with the offensive magician.

"I have a talent for your sixteenth birthday, girl."The old wizard had announced. He was cruel even then, but he had taught her some thaumaturgy. With the promise of teaching her more.

"You ... you are going to let me go ?"Catherine had asked.

"Of grade not. But you will aid me in a mighty ritual. One requiring a virgin sacrifice."

Her eyes went wide with awe. Till now he hadn't laid a bridge player in her. She had been his slave and prentice for two long time."I ... I thought you said ... a gift ..."

"I didn't say the gift was for you, girl."He grinned cruelly."great deal of demons love the perceptiveness of a Virgin's innocence."

She struggled, but she was small and penny-pinching. No friction match for the surprisingly impregnable old man. He dragged her to his lab. There he clasped her wrists in manacles attache case to the ceiling. Lifting her so she stood uncomfortably on her tiptoes.

She begged as he cast his summoning spells. A long ritual that left her sore and frightened.

Then the Isidor Feinstein Stone floor beneath her seemed to crumple away. The old man laughed in triumph as a well six feet in diameter opened. strange mist rose from the maw. Illuminated by a unknown green light. She could feel the inhuman air from the hole. Colder even than the Harlan Fisk Stone tugboat. It seemed to nybble at her now dangling toes.

Catherine could do zero but look down into the hole with horror. Something was down there. Something writhing in the mist.

total darkness tentacles rose from the pit. Half a dozen wiggling, and glistening. Covered in putrid gook. The young teen screamed.

She kicked her legs, dress flapping around her. vibration and jerk, she tried to swing to the edge of the pit. Futilely trying to get away from whatever monstrosity lived in the dark.

Two tendrils wrapped around her ankles. Pulling down, gently but firmly. Holding her in place. Spreading her branch apart.

One tentacle rose up behind her. Gently wrapping around her cervix. She could feel it as it's tip rubbed against her cheek. Like leather covered in jam. And inhuman. It raised goosebumps across her organic structure. Catherine moaned as her Brigham Young cunny began to strangely tingle.

Another tendril rose underneath her plain stitch wool clothes. She could see its material body writhing against the grey textile as it rose.

She moaned as it slithered under her shift. low temperature and disgusting against her tummy. Wriggling up boulder clay it found her niggling mammilla. Just tiny buds, they were still quite medium. Catherine gasped as the cold invader began to rub them. She didn't even notice her skipper with his dick out. Slowly stroking his long peter as he watched.

Her whole torso tingled from the tentacle's touch. She had only recently began exploring her body. Finding the places that filled her with a titillating delight. Her little breasts only seemed to vibrate when she touched them. This was so much more. Like a completely eubstance tickle. And that tingle in her cunny has turned into a bombilation. An stimulate bombilation.

The tentacle slithered back down her trunk. Slipping gently into her bloomers.

"No ..."Catherine moaned weekly as it squirmed past her bare pubis. Her unscathed consistence shivered in jounce as it lightly brushed her young netherlips. It felt like her heart had skipped a beat.

The tentacle in her pantie gently rubbed her most precious spot. While the one around her neck gently caressed her cheek. Catherine's second joint trembled in anticipation.

Satisfied, the tentacle pulled away. Taking the missy's foul-up down with it. Catherine the Great cried out in shock as she was disrobed. She struggled as two Thomas More tentacles grabbed the neck of her clothes and began tearing. Easily ripping the woolen garment from her body. Her linen shift soon followed. Leaving the sixteen twelvemonth old Virgo the Virgin totally bare and vulnerable.

She yanked her ankles free and pulled her legs up in a vain attempt to pass over her precious sex. Tentacles wrapped around her knee joint, and though she clenched with all her might, slowly pulled her thighs open. Leaving her kitty bare and vulnerable to the monster.

She watched in fascinated repulsion as a tentacle slowly drifted between her thighs. Wiggling it's way forward almost hypnotically. Then it's tip was pressing against her pristine cunny.

It felt cold and slimed. Like a absolutely thing.

There was no gentleness this time. No lightheaded caressing. The tentacle around her neck opening tightened. Making her head pound as the one at her pussy shoved ruthlessly in.

Catherine screamed. The pain in the ass was something she had never imagined. Her maidenhood torn away by this evil alien ... thing.

But it wasn't just a pain of the figure. As the beast raped her tight twat she was lost in a daze. She could find it darken her someone. Taking something treasured from her. A piffling part of her heart that it would forever keep. Forever owning a part of her.

As she came back to herself she could feel the former tentacles writhing around her. The one on her neck forced its way between her young lips. She gagged at the disgusting gustatory sensation of its guck.

Another wrapped her thorax. Then it's tip opened. A little toothless sass that snapped at her bantam mamilla.

Catherine squirmed as the tentacles abused her. She had never felt so full moon as with the cold tentacle wriggling in her pussycat. Her bitch throbbed. Uncontrollably clenching its intruder as he body responded.

This was her first time. Something she could never get back. No do it husband. No gentle lover. Just a dusty, demonic mass of tentacles.

Tears filled her eyes as she felt a moth-eaten tendril push between her asscheeks. It pressed firmly against her tight hind end.

She tried to oink around the tentacle fucking her throat as it penetrated her analflower. The frigid trespasser burned its way up her ass. She could horribly finger it rubbing against the tentacle in her bitch. Unnaturally filling both her tight Whitney Moore Young Jr. holes.

Catherine the Great's ogre rape seemed to go on for hours.

She was barely witting when she was dropped unceremoniously onto the hard gemstone floor. The flagstones seeming to be warm beneath her belly than her foremost buff. The tentacles retreated and the well closed as if it had never been.

She tried to wind herself. She seemed sore all over. Especially ... down there.

Then warm hands grabbed her. Her master. There to help her up !

No. The old man forced her down. His warm, wrinkled physical structure climbed on top of her. He easily slid his old dick into her gaping cunt. Grunting with delight.

Catherine wept as her master took her for the first time.

It would be far from the in conclusion for the pretty teen.

It would be years before she was mighty and brave enough to hightail it him. old age of abuse and violation. old age of diligent study and drill. Years spent in his cold pillar.

**********

We are on the boarder of Biladi farming. Traveling up the foothills of the Red Rose Mountains. This close we can see the scarlet tincture that gave them their public figure. Probably something to do with the soil. iron subject maybe ? I'm not a geologist.

The daunting mess separated these non-human lands we have been traveling through, from the human kingdoms. Or so I have been told.

"Many different lords and kings lay claims to the mountains. From both sides of the range."Priyala lectured as we marched."No one has been able to tame them, though. There are a few free lance settlement. But mostly the passel are barbarian. Monsters, bandit, bad weather condition, and other dangers keep most out. Plus the human being don't really want anything to do with us."The cute cat girl grins up at me.

"This human does."I grin back, reaching down to turn over her ass a squeeze. practically to her obvious delight.

When we stop for a little pause Rebecca snuggles up close to me."Happy ?"I ask smiling down at her.

She smiles back."Always, if I am with you."

There's a thump and a feather of smoke a short way off. My wife scowl."Those shooter are going to change everything."She warns.

I nod."From what we've seen, conjuring trick dulls the need to win science."Becca looks at me."Why invent irrigation, when a mage can simply produce it rain where you need ?"

"Maybe that's why the Goblins are so interest in your stories."She suggests."They have little or no magic among their people. No power in the expectant worldly concern. Science could apply them that power. tear down the acting field."

I nod, surely she's compensate. I point to where Amanatia and a few others gather around her tympanum. I can see she has already made adjustment."You know, guns didn't tame the west."I lecture the beautiful woman. She grins, used to me expounding on ideas."It was trains, the telegraphy, and electricity. The less tatty affair that made everyone's lives easier. Infrastructure."

"Some would say that wasn't a skillful thing."She suggests. I just shrug. I have fiddling patience to those who would stand in the way of forward motion.

That evening we decided to throw a small celebration. We were close decent to the hatful that I declared we had officially left Biladi lands. The mood of our band seemed to be one of excitement. Ready to tackle what cane following.

A nice dinner was cooked and we even broke out sweets for everyone.

After dinner nearly everyone joined in the eventide saturnalia. Even some of the Nathair, who have definitely been warming up to the sleep of us.

My followers better half up, or collect in pocket-sized groups. Stripping and touching. Soon the air is filled with groan and gasp as they enjoy each early's consistence.

I look around, Natia bounces up and down in one of the Snake River men's lap. Her big goblin chest jiggling.

Gort thrusts into Kara from behind. His hand slapping her light green ass in time with his fucking.

I see Sakura's pink fuzzy body under a grouping of goblins. Her peg spread and head tilted back as she takes special K dick at each end. Plus another who straddles her thorax and dry humps her perky C-cup breast.

Rebekah groans loudly as she bends over. Taking one of the big Chockwa men from can. His thick-skulled blue cock spreading her human pussy.

Minna squirms playfully on my lap. One of the Roden, a computer mouse miss. She is thin and as forgetful as the hobgoblin. Her skin is a dark Lady Jane Grey and velvet smooth. She has perky B-cup tits and a cute trivial ass.

She shivers and giggles as I caress her big round pinna. Her minuscule hired man tugging at my hard tool."Put it in me, master."She begs in her cute, luxuriously pitched articulation."I need you to fill me up."

I lay her down on a blanket. The mouse spreads her pegleg for me and grabs my shoulders, pulling me close. We both gasp as I thrust into her tight pussy. Other duo fucking nearby. Our moans are lost in the intimate blaring.

After she has a footling, squeaking, mouse coming I flip her over. I settle above her little body and agitate her long nates aside. Minna gasps as I enter her from tooshie. She reaches back and caresses my buttock as I thrust bass inside her.

I groan through my own orgasm when I finally conclusion. I roll over sated and tired from the day's march. The trivial mouse girl snuggling affectionately up to my side of meat.

We are in the slew now. Making our way through a series of vale. Trying to get to a offer that will allow the easiest journey through.

We rest beside a widely flow. It pools among some bowlder where we break for a light repast.

Most of the young lady have stripped. My slaves make a wonderful muckle in the sparkling stack water. Splashing and frolicking.

I start to pull my boots off when Gort comes huffing up to me, out of hint.

"Trouble ?"I ask with a raised brow.

"Not yet."He catches his breather."We're being trailed by some Goblins. deal Goblins."

"That dissimilar from your boys ?"I ask, pulling off my shirt.

He shrugs. We are much farther than he has ever travelled."I don't think they'll try anything. We look passably engagement quick now, Boss."The little green man looks around as I pull off my gasp.

"The guide think they may have been scoping out the princesses, though."He hops from foot to leg it. Nervous.

I raise another eyebrow at him. Then work my head. I hear Becca's lovely laugh somewhere behind me. I spy her, water glistening off her big beautiful orbs. She pulls one of the twins close for a buss. Before splashing and diving away.

"The princesses ?"I turn back to my lieutenant.

"Get yourself a princess and you can maybe start your own warren."He shrugs.

I nod. It makes sentience. Basically turn the poor girl into a baby making manufactory.

Something else to watch over out for.

A shiver rubs through me as I step into the water. It's cold !

"Freezing."I moan as I submerge.

When I come back up I hear,"I'll keep you warm, handsome."In a husky part. The big, blue harper. Naked and wet and grinning. Her titan tits near my head teacher.

"I'll payoff you up on that later, beautiful."I grin back at her.

"hope, promises."She laughs. Then pulls me in for a deep candy kiss. I happily reach around and squeeze her big round ass.

Then her tail thrashes the H2O as she wades off.

We travel for a week. The terrain definitely tougher than the knit and forests we left behind us. The weather stays decent during the day, but gets cold at night.

We are nearly halfway through the chain of mountains according to our map, when we spy a townspeople. Low and gray. It seems to hug the priming menacingly. Surrounded by a twain dozen farms. The only building over two stories is a expectant wooden widget at the centre. Like scaffolding surrounding a III of large crane.

"Let's get close and rest."I gild."See if they send out an emissary.

Sure enough, within the hr a leash of what must be dwarf ride out on big crib. They wear full plate and carry big axes. They each have a foresightful ornate beard.

"Hallo, the camp !"The center one calls in a deep voice. He has a leathered face and an almost comically round nose. His beard is a dark blond, and hangs to his human knee. Braided in three big braid. smoothing iron rings have been braided into them, fully reflecting the sun.

I step forward."Greetings. I am captain Nicholas. We come in peace. Mercenaries passing through the mountains."

"soldier of fortune, eh ?"The shopping centre dwarf hops down. The other two stay mounted looking grim."Looks like a stria of Gobbo raiders to me."He growls.

The Dwarf stands just under five feet marvelous, but husky. I'd bet he outweighs me, even without all his gear.

"Yes, sir. Many of my troop are Goblins. But I assure you, not a raider among them."Anymore, I think to myself.

He looks at me askance. As if saying we both know that wasn't truthful.

"public figure's Snamnir."He reaches out his hand and we shake. His hired hand is approximative and cast-iron hard. Warm."An'if you've golds to pass, I suppose you're welcome. Gobbos or no."

We strike camp with the midget watching us closely. Though I notice his regard lingers more on the ladies than my goblin soldiers. His companions ‘ too, though they try to conceal it.

"We don't get many travelers from this side of the tidy sum. Not many travelers period, really. Heading home ?"He asks as we walk.

I shake my head."Not really. I originally come from much further away."

We follow him past a few farms and through a big, strong gate. Snamnir walks with me, leading his husky jigger."Welcome to Obstinate Hold."

He doesn't stop talking. Almost as if this is his but opportunity. He gives us a little history about the valley. The town is here to mine Fe and copper.

"Is that what the crane are for ?"I ask.

The blonde nanus nods."Aye. ‘ The Pit.'A great hole in the ground. See the township needs to be above flat coat to watch over the farms."He goes on to verbalize about guarding against raiders.

I get the impression that he is a kind of cross between a sheriff and a militia maitre d'hotel.

"If you have a suggestion, we would like to rend out an inn for a duet nights."I suggest.

Snamnir nods."Molly's would be my option. Ale's watered, but she serves the outdo spiced potatoes."

The three peace officer are overnice enough to lead us across town. Molly's is a two story building. Made of darkness brick and stone, with poorly roof.

I thank the talkative dwarf and head in.

Molly herself meets me at the threshold."Whole town said you were comin ’."She explains.

molly is a handsome woman. With long braided hair, but no beard. A bit hoarse. She wears a tike style dress with a leather apron. Her blouse is cut low to express off her plenteous cleavage. A change from the ladies we passed in the street who mostly wore neck to ankle dress. Many of them worn leather, rather than a mild stuff.

"We would wish to rent out the whole building. Probably for a few days."I offer.

We haggle on a damage then she invites us in with a big sweep of her arm.

The construction has six way upstairs and two down. Plus the common elbow room, and space in the loft. We divvy up the room, with me getting my own.

"Small groups. And not many at once."I order Gort to let the scout group explore the town."We don't want any trouble."Before I head out to tour the Obstinate appreciation with my wife and Kara.

Rebecca wears a sensual garb. Slit high on one side, but still more demure than her pattern clothing.

We get pot of looks from the town's citizenry. Mostly the women. frequently mass would come to their door or window to learn us give-up the ghost. Hopefully that won't last long.

‘ The Pit'is just that. A big jam in the ground. Probably a century yards across. Scaffolding and storm descend into the shadow below. The cranes dangle multiple lines into the depths.

I can't help shivering as I look down.

... something ... unwholesome ... I don't know.

I shake my school principal as we walk away. We do some window shopping as we explore the townspeople.

muckle of handcrafted good. They look like high quality stuff. A lot of metalwork.

"This would be a unspoiled place to buy more than weapons."Kara suggests."Good, sturdy gear."

I buy my two loves pastry from a shoppe in a grocery second power. Then we head back to the inn.

In the evening I push Becca's face down between Kara's gullible thighs. The beautiful Orc growl as my wife licks her bare pussy.

I slap Rebecca's turn, upturned ass. Enjoying both the way it jiggles and her cute little ‘ yelp'of nuisance.

I grab and squeeze her asscheeks. Spreading her pussylips with my quarter round. The blond moans as I slowly push into her sweet enjoy tunnel. Then she goes back to licking her Orcish kept woman as I thrust.

Later I lay on my back as Karagoth rides me cowgirl style. Becca hugging her from behind. Squeezing her massive green tits.

I smile and sigh contentedly.

What a way to end our first nighttime here.

**********

Catherine the Great had escaped her cruel professional when she was twenty two. Finally brave enough to run. Though not to face him.

She stole a spellbook, her Father's journal, and as much supplies as she could fit in a large bag and slipped away into the dark. Not even for sure where to go. Though she knew it had to be far from the perverted wiz's tower.

Alone, she traveled across the countryside. Occasionally stopping at small villages. Eventually finding her way to a gravid urban center.

She spent a month sleeping in alley and scrounging for sufficiency to eat. Spending each day desperate, frightened, and hungry.

She found she could often merchandise cock sucking for food. Then she would eat up her pridefulness, as well as men's cum.

Hungry and cold, Catherine agreed to work for a bread maker for a short meter. Simply for the whirl of regular meals and a cot in the pantry.

That world-class night she awoke as the fat baker had slipped into the larder. He held a candle and she could see he was naked. His fat cock dangled below his big belly.

The young woman pulled her lean sheet up to her chin. Cowering. A fiddling voice in her head cried out, told her that she was better than this. Powerful. But long time of ill-usage at the sensation's hired man was too a lot to overcome.

The fat man tugged off her sheet of paper. Grinning to find she was as bare underneath. Her body even more beautiful than he imagined. He boldly grabbed one of her teat. They had grown into full, perky C-cups. They could hear his fat wife snoring upstairs.

The raven haired girl whimpered as his fat finger slid up her inner thigh. Yet she obediently spread her legs at his touch. Catherine II clenched her eyes as his fingers groped her sex. His fat face leaned in and slobbered on her mamilla.

She let out a loud"Oomph !"As he settled his bulk on her much smaller flesh. Submissively taking his thick cock as he thrust into her get laid hole.

The fat man didn't cobbler's last long. He grunted like a pig as he emptied his musket ball into her. Then he kissed her forehead and left.

She cried herself to sleep that night. Ashamed that she hadn't fought back. Her old master had taught her she was just a slit to be fucked and abused. She didn't know how to break loose that without starving.

At least the bread maker treated her amend than the wizard over the following few weeks. And her corner in the pantry was nicer than her cell.

**********

We have rested in Obstinate detainment for two nights now. The plan is to get out the following morning. Before tackling the former half of the batch scope.

The ruffianly half, as I have been warned.

My hobgoblin have been running all over Ithiel Town. The Dwarves were suspicious at first gear, but soon warmed up to them. They had never met such inquisitive green skins. Probably had never met any, menses. I think they view my grouping as an amusing peculiarity.

Amanatia and her work party were excited. She had convinced me to purchase materials for a portable blacksmith. They bought a pushcart, twain good deal crib, a small anvil, and a brace crates worth of appurtenance.

It would be a shop we could take with us. Not as entire featured as a blacksmith shoppe would be, but still quite utilitarian.

I had enticed Oslafa into my room. I have found the big bear girl to be quite shy. The Urzo seemed like a proud and fierce masses. Unfortunately her agony at the hands of the necromancer seems to receive left her timid, and unassuming.

Harper had taken the fille under her wing, though. The blue woman and her crony were teaching the bear how to fight. Even with only one arm, Oslafa could nearly bash a tree in half with her heavy smoothing iron Mace.

So far the brown furred girl and I have only had sex a couple sentence. She tends to shy away from our orgies, unless explicitly told to join. I'm hoping she will give up with a little more clip and effort.

The seven infantry tall woman wears a thick leather skirt to just below her knees and a leather halter, cinched up the front and showing off much of her monumental segmentation.

I wouldn't hollo the Eskimo dog girlfriend cute, handsome maybe. She had huge tit though. They actually didn't tone that big on her declamatory body. Then you touched them and realized just how magnificent they are. Probably J-cups. Each larger than my chief.

I close the door behind us. She doesn't enhance her good eye to look at me till I pull her into an bosom. My bridge player cupping her seat through her leather.

"You are beautiful, you know."I assure the timid girl. My regard dances across her face. Her in effect reddish blue eye, amusing bear nose, her mend over her rightfield eye. it is red silk with a stylized bear hook one of the girls had embroidered.

Then there were the scratch on her look. A half 12 big unity. Up and down the flop incline. Where her thick chestnut tree fur won't grow back. I think those embarrass her more than than her lost arm.

She gives me a tentative smile."Thank you, sir."

I pull the bear in for a osculation. My lingua slipping past her lips. She tastes of the deep woods and passion.

She moans as I untie her hemp. My workforce greedily grab her behemoth breast. Fuzzy and warm. Her silky fur is much shorter here. Like soft velvet. Her tit harden as I gently rub them with my palms.

I tug down her skirt as I guide her toward the bed. She wears silk shorts underneath. With her cute, tuft tail sticking out. They quickly fall to the floor too. Leaving the spooky female child naked before me.

She lays back on my bed as I strip. She doesn't really seem concern in me physically. So I don't put on a show for her. I can't help wondering if she is more into women.

I kneel before her and gently bear on her legs apart. Leaning in to kiss and caress her balmy cunny. The big bear girl gasps and moan, both surprised and delighted by the act.

On the lead our couple sex acts had just been band aid. This was the first opportunity to do a bit more exploring with the lady friend. See if I could open her up.

I gently tongue her pussylips. Getting a small deeper with each stroke. I can't supporter grinning as I watch her grab and nip her own jumbo chest with her just helping hand.

When my tongue is mystifying in her I gently brush her button with my fingertips. Oslafa writhes on the bed, groaning loudly. She grabs the sheet with her one hand and beats at the mattress with her one-half arm.

Her moan gets even louder as her orgasm washout over her. Oslafa's chestnut fur standing on end as her physical structure milkshake. Her strong second joint clench around my chief as I lap at her wet snatch.

I climb up next to her as she slowly settles down. Leaning in to suck on her hard nipples. My hand caresses her cushy, sleek tummy.

When she comes down she looks at me with her skilful eye. Her violet schoolchild seems to twinkle."That ... that was amazing."

I grin at her."My turn."I say, rolling on top of her big frame. She wraps her legs around me as I slide my dick into her fuzzy, birth sweetheart. Her pussy throbbing and squeezing my dick.

We both moan as I start to throw. I smile as she leans in for a kiss. This time her spit is an active partner in our maneuver. Caressing and dancing with my own.

Gradually I feel my own orgasm building. My shaft driving force ball deep in the furry girl. Her hand grabs at my vertebral column as her arm rubs against the bed. She licks my neck as she moans her pleasure.

Then I gasp as I unload in her. Pumping a big load of my cream deep in her love tunnel.

Afterward we lay together in our walking on air.

"That was wonderful."She sighs.

Later in the evening Snamnir joins me at the inn. We sit in big comfy chairs near the fire place. His gaze often distracted by one or another of the girl.

"You definitely know how to live."He grins at me. His hand gesturing at the twins. Both topless and tickling each early. Wet from bathing and looking for food.

I nod at the sheriff."They definitely bring out a grinning on a man's face."I admit.

The dwarf sighs, looking away from the beautiful beguilement. He takes a sip of ale from his flagon."We have a dark-green peel problem."

"If any of my male child ..."I start.

"No, no."He waves my protest away."Your Gobbos ‘ ave been OK. The merchant especially think so."He looks back toward the twins."No these are Orcs mostly. They don't seem strong enough to assault the township, but they are causing a tumult for the farms. Especially the outliers."

"And you would like us to serve ?"I asked.

"Aye. It pains me to allow. The town has grown soft in these lastly centuries. more merchandiser clinging to atomic number 79, than heroes swinging an axe."He takes another sip."You mentioned being mercenaries. You any good ?"

I nod."I like to think so. Survived so far anyway."

He nods back."Well our money's in force, an we could use the help. If we keep losing farms we lose the town. The mine."

We spend the next hr working out the details. Even without Karagoth looking over my berm I think I get us a good mint.

We will run patrols on a weekly stipend. With a bounty for any chief we bring back. If we can find their refugee camp or lair then we get a big reward for putting an end to the threat.

In return the town will also pay for our lodging at the inn. Our food and swallow. As well as upkeep on our gear.

After the blonde gnome leaves I head off to function out a patrol docket with Kara.

"I've had a few gnome approach me, hirer. So have some of the other boys."Gort sat with me at the bar. I sip a gratifying deglutition that tastes faintly of root beer. Not fizzy though.

"How much did they offer ?"I ask. Apparently some of the townsfolk have been propositioning my men for sex with the girl.

"Usually a couple amber for the ‘ full experience.'Whatever that means."I give a low whistle. That wouldn't be fall guy change.

"We don't have any midget ladies with us though."I protest.

"Yeah, thats the thing. They ain't lookin for nice Dwarf ma'am. They especially want the princesses."He tells me.

"No surprise there boys."Molly had gotten close to our conversation as she wiped down the bar. I give her my recruit supercilium making her smile.

"It's a well known secret that Dwarf men are all perverts."She explains."No one really knows why. So us dame tend toward the prudish side to compensate."

"Us ma'am ?"I kid, weeping towards her ample segmentation on showing with both my brow raised.

She blushes, turning her brass rosy."fountainhead, most gentlewoman anyway. If showing off a piddling tit will get me more customers. well mores the better."

I nod in understanding."Maybe ... maybe we put on a show. Something to try the waters. Could we use your root cellar ?"I ask the midget maiden.

She gives me a grin."I think I'd want a small percentage."

"Agreed. Nathaniel Bailey needs to be sheered, and Betsy always needs milked."I tell them."Let's test the Ethel Waters and put on a little appearance. If we don't get run out of Town, then maybe we push thing a picayune further."

My wife stood before the room access of the inn. Nervous but excited. make to step out on the street.

She was dressed, or undressed as it were, in her pink silk thong and matching sheer crop-top. She had thigh high stockings and richly cad. She also had her ‘ Orc's Whore'leash on. Her leash held by a grinning Kara.

Rebecca held a signaling that advertised our ‘ special'show this evening. I figure her deficiency of wearing apparel would relay what special meant.

I give her a quick kiss and open up the door. My wife steps outside. Nearly nude person. Ready to be humiliated and shamed.

They are gone about of the good afternoon. Finally led back in by none other than the sheriff himself. The blonde Dwarf gins at me as he escorts my wife inside. His hired man resting on her nearly strip ass.

"Figured I would keep an eye on over the the Lady. Wouldn't want there to be any trouble."He says happily.

I grin back."No sir. Perhaps you would wish a behind right hand up social movement for the display ?"

"wellspring ... since I'm here and all."Becca jumps as he gives her ass a pinch. Then he heads toward the bar.

I lead my married woman upstairs to aid her get ready for the Night's entertainment.

As soon as we get in my room she pushes me against the door and shoves her knife down my throat. Her amazing body pressed into mine.

"Wreck me."She demands when our sassing persona. Her mitt snaking inside my pants."nookie me like the cyprian I am. Ride me rough."Her growl is nearly that of Kara's.

"You had fun, I take it ?"I grin at the beautiful blonde. The cleaning lady that I love.

She nods excitedly."It was amazing. Everyone was looking."She grabs my hammer and starts tugging."They could see nearly everything."She presses her copious chest against me. Clearly seeable through her sheer top.

I reach around and grab her round ass. Giving her a good squeeze."So many disapproving feeling. Judging me. Silently degrading me, and sometimes not so silently."She bites her lower lip as she grins."That was mostly the women. The men looked at me as an objective of lust."She slides her silky leg up my side."Not a somebody. I was a toy. Something to be used, then thrown away."

"You whore !"I growl at her. Hopefully not loud enough to be heard outside the elbow room. She gasps with exhilaration."How dare you show yourself off in front of everyone !"

I pull off my belt. My wife grinning in her excitement and lustfulness. I pull her to the bed and force her over my knee.

"No, daddy ! Please. I'll be good."She whimpers in her little girl voice. My cock is nearly exploding out of my pant.

I raise my arm. Savoring the consequence. The char across my lap. Her Henry Sweet round ass. Our reciprocal luxuria.

Then her derrière joggle at the fissure ! of the leather. My confection, whore wife gasps in pain and excitement.

Then again and again. My belt gradually turning her ass red. Her peg gripe and Becca whimpers in pain."No, daddy ! No !"She protests to no avail.

On the eleventh strike I feel her frisson. Her moan of pain reaching a deeper octave as she has a small sexual climax.

I pause the beating to shove two finger deep in her wet twat. Pushing her G-string aside to get at her be intimate hollow."Dwarf pecker ? Is that what you want you slight hiker !"I rub my fingerbreadth inside her, against her vaginal walk. Extending her orgasm. She can't respond, lost in her bliss. Yet I'm for sure my harsh timber helps her arousal.

I toss my wife on the bed and jerk off her thong. Quickly I pull my rock hard dick out. Grabbing her knee joint, I spread her leg as I climb on top of her. She looks up at me, her lust clear in her eyes.

We both moan as I enter her. Her hands slide up my back under my shirt. I push her sheer top up and greedily suck on her nipples.

I thrust hard. My balls slapping against her snatch."Oh, pa ! Yes !"Becca gasps. Too rouse, I can secernate I won't last long.

My married woman squeals when I reach up and cabbage both her nipples. Pulling her big titty up by her anguished buds. Her tits wobble and jiggle as I thrust.

I shiver as my orgasm smash. I fill her slit with my jizz as waves of pleasance wash through me. Then I roll over next to her. Both of us gasping and grinning.

Rebecca leans over and kisses my nerve."That was great."She smiles at me.

We had cleared out the inn's cellar. Moving crate and casks so there would be elbow room for a pocket-sized stagecoach and outer space for an interview.

By nightfall the cellar was packed wall to wall with eager Dwarves. Most of which were men. Many wearing scarf and bandannas to hide their identity.

The three Chokwa blood brother are on hand to keep the gang under control. Both bunny girls, Priyala, and my wife move through the crowd serving drunkenness. They wear myopic dame and tiny tops. I grin as I see the Biladi girl jump. A gnome mitt having reached under her chick to goose her sweet rear.

We made a mass with molly. We had paid a fee to use the cellar, and we got a lowly percentage of the drink gross revenue. The bountiful dwarf maiden grinned at me from across the way as she continuously filled phiz from a makeshift bar.

A stillness falls over the gang when the mantle part. Revealing two makeup vanities. Back to indorse with a mirror soma between them. The setup is set slightly diagonal to the bunch.

Then the twins come out from inverse conclusion of the level. Calliandra and Trishandra are dressed identically. The shadow haired teens look lovely in thin tweed dresses, buttoned down the nominal head.

The both sit at the desks. Peering at each other through the mirror frame.

Then they begin to lap. Taking soft towels from little basins, they gently wipe their faces. The similitude Sister doing their unspoiled to mirror each early's movements.

With their faces washed the beautiful teen slowly unbutton the top five buttons of their dresses. There is a rustling from the crew as their young cleavage and tops of their pink brassiere are revealed.

The girls then dab at their dresser. Wet material sensually wiping. The bunch noticeably excited.

More button undone. The girls'delicate fingers work their way down to their smooth tummies. They pull their attire off down to their waists.

garden pink silk bras are the only things offering any modestness to their budding white meat, already D-cups. Their nipples are clearly outlined by the flimsy cloth.

They slowly wash their arms. Then their breadbasket. Towels slowly moving up toward their boob. The crowd noticeably tense. They set their towels down.

Then both girls reach back and unclasp their bras. They use one arm to hatch their young teat while they pull the silk away. Not yet letting us see their gem. they wait a foresighted consequence as they gaze into the ‘ mirror.'

There is a sonant moan of discernment from the crowd when the similitude'arms move from their chests to pick up their towels. The Pres Young homo'bosom now on display to the whole elbow room.

I suspect to the highest degree of the midget didn't actually believe there would be nudeness. It's obvious that they approve.

Snamnir himself seems totally entranced from his hindquarters right near the stage. And he has actually seen the girls topless

When their plump breasts are cleanse, the girls stand and shimmy out of their dress. They are left only in tiny, pink, silk trunks. The crowd clapping at the bold move. They both bend over their chairperson for a moment, palms flat on the seats as they gaze into their ‘ mirror.'

Calli is bent away from the audience her dulcet cycle ass only partially covered by her shorts. Trisha is bent toward. Her big tits dangling in a wonderful presentation for the Dwarves.

The twins stand and each lifts a leg. Setting a foot on their chairs. Slowly washing the leg, before switching and washing the early.

Then they both hook their pollex in the waistband of their shorts and bend way over as they slide them off.

The gang erupts as they get their first glimpse of homo pussy. Young, mild, and topped with little cut tufts of Robert Brown hair.

The girls sit sideways on the chair their legs pointed to the gang. Delicately they lift their towels. Then they spread their second joint.

With no modesty left to the girls, they begin to gently rub their most spiritualist speckle. Both begin to moan. Soon they drop their towels and brazenly finger themselves. Moaning louder and louder in their joy.

The teenager shiver through lowly orgasms. I suspect faked, for the appearance. Then they stand and walk around the desks on the audience side. The baby embrace and kiss deeply. Their custody grabbing and squeezing each former's breast and ass.

When the counterpart are gone from the stage, Gort comes out and announces a ten mo interruption.

"Great ! That was capital !"Snamnir outpouring, standing next to me. Around half the dwarf have gone upstairs for a smoke of to get a bite to eat.

"Well it only gets more perverted from here."I mock warn the sheriff.

He grins and slaps me on the back."Can't postponement, my friend."

The crowd finally settles back down for the second of our three Acts.

The drapery open on a short stool next to a political platform raised a understructure off the ground.

Gertrude walks out carrying a wooden pail. Also dressed in a thin whitened dress. Her orotund tit melodic line at the push button that just barely hold her tits in.

She sits on the fecal matter and hitched up her skirt. Then she smiles nervously at the audience.

Karagoth walks out. The beautiful Orc is dressed only in a brown leather hemp, cut low to designate good deal of cleavage. A leather loincloth that only covers half of her sweet ass. She also has fur iron boot.

She leads Betsy by a chain leash.

The middling cow girl looks nervous, but excited. The curvy young lady is completely defenseless. Her whale tits sway as she is led to the political platform.

Docily the Vacca gets to her hired hand and stifle on the raised political platform. She faces the consultation. Her heavy tits dangling. Gertrude scoots her throne closer to one English. She places her wooden pail below the cow's hanging breasts.

There is a sonant groan of fervour from the crowd as the mature Human char grabs Betsy's pap. Holding them like udders.

The docile girl grunt as Gertrude begins to squeeze and tug her giant, brownish titty. she clenches her eyes shut, humiliated and degraded before the crowd.

Visible watercourse of Milk shoot into the bucket. And there's a sound. The hollow speech sound of liquid hitting wood.

My pecker is severe in my pants. It always is when I watch Betsy get milked. Something we do every two or three days.

She doesn't seem to heed. She says she enjoys it in fact. But it always seems so naughty to me. Kinky. So degrading to her.

The audience doesn't notice Kara squaring up bekind the Vacca adult female. They are so enrapt by the lewd milking. The beautiful Orc strokes a leather strap in her hand. Then she raises it ...

The CRACK ! of leather against ass seems to fill the way. Betsy's heart open air across-the-board in a look of cushion and pain. A chill of stimulation runs through my body.

"Moooo !"She bellows at the abuse. Further degrading herself before the horny Dwarves. Gertrude still milking her elephantine titmouse.

The crowd murmurs excitedly as Kara raises her script again. Betsy flinch, and her whole husky body shiver at the next fling !

"Muh ... mooooo !"The subservient livestock bellows.

Slowly the bucket fills with white meat milk. Slowly the cow girl's ass is punished before the crowd.

Finally Kara leads the docile girl off the degree by her leash. Gertrude stands and takes her, mostly full-of-the-moon bucket.

We will trade shots of warm titty milk during the next intermission.

The final act is the one in to the highest degree looking forward to.

When the curtains afford Bailey comes running onto the stage. The sheep fille looks frightfully back over her shoulder. She looks sweet and vulnerable in her white wearing apparel. Buttoned down the front, similar to the early women. Only hers is missing the top four buttons and bent off her right shoulder joint. The tops of her furry segmentation just visible.

The pretty sheep is chased by one of the Nathair men. Her tit bounce and jiggle under her dress, obviously she doesn't have any foundation garment garments on. He makes imitation grabs at her, though he obviously isn't intending to enamor her as they run around the degree.

Suddenly a second Nathair man jumps out and grabs the poor little girl. She struggles but the four armed men easily subdue her. One pulls her blazon behind her vertebral column. Making certain she faces the energise audience. The early grips the top of her dress."No ! No, please. No !"She begs in vain.

The bunch sunshine as her garb is ripped apart. Buttons fly everywhere as the pretty girl is stripped. Nude under her dress. Nude and quite blurry.

It's time for her sheering. I grin as one of the men picks up sheers at the boundary of the stage. While the former Yank her tattered dress the quietus of the way off.

Docily, Pearl Bailey lets them pass her to the center field of the stage. She looks defeated and humiliated as they begin sheering her fur off before the bunch.

They manhandle the docile woman as they cut. Forcing her to move this way and that. Treating her not like a vibrant someone, but as a dim animal. Her thick white woolen falling to the level like Baron Snow of Leicester. Slowly revealing her pinko body underneath.

Her eyes constantly seek out mine. Wanting to share this infringement of intimacy with me. She said she was excited to do it, but I can tell the act is honestly humiliating to the young cleaning woman.

The Nathair relocation from her top, down. She shivers as their sharp sheers move across her big tits. The dexterous snake men very careful with their sharp instruments. Her mamilla look to be as unvoiced as diamonds as the cold metal caresses her skin.

The snake men make her sit on a can while they snip around her sweet pussy. her wooden leg spreading obscenely wide for the audience's amusement. Bailey quiver with her eye closed as they trim her. Their fingers poking and prodding her most precious spot. Their pair of scissors snipping her cushy wool.

Finally she is left shivering and naked before her unrestrained audience. Her pink body freshly exposed. They make her kneel in the pile of her own wool. Humiliated. Her head word bowed. This most intimate act forced upon her instead of shared lovingly.

That evening Pearl Mae Bailey paradiddle with me as we make lovemaking in my bed. She seems quite excited to have shared her humiliation with me.

**********

At twenty six Catherine had struck out, again on her own. This metre determined to put her conjuration skills to use. She had gotten her heraldic bearing. Learning more about the wider world even as the baker regularly abused her.

Eventually she was hired as a seer for a powerful midget stonemason. He seemed quite pleased to take her on. She didn't think to ask why such a man would necessitate a vaticinator.

She soon learned that he was the leader of a criminal offence syndicate. That part of her job was to make sure as shooting people spoke the truth. Or to get it when it was hidden.

She also soon found that, once again her body was to be included.

She was talking to him in his lounge three weeks after first-class honours degree coming on. Proud to be treated like a valued employee. Dressed neck to floor in a plain Brown University robe with a short red cape off one articulatio humeri and a pointy red adept's hat.

Suddenly he yanked her down onto his lap. His hands quickly and eagerly exploring.

"No ! what are you ..."She started to protest.

"Hush now, trinket ! You'd not have me release you into the mages guild for unaccredited craft. Would you ?"He threatened.

The girl froze. It was truthful. Her whole life had been spent outside the guild. They took a dim scene of unlicensed practician.

His hairy handwriting pulled her gown up well past her genu. Showing off her shapely legs."Besides, we both know this is your proper place."His fingers crawled up her privileged second joint. She gasped as he groped her through her linen shorts.

‘ Is it true ?'She wondered as his back talk covered hers. His spit tasted of cigars and expensive ale. She moaned as his hand tore her underwear to get at her balmy lulu. His fingers pushed into her wet pussycat.

After that she was ordered to dress like an exotic dancer. Skimpy outfits of silk and lacing. Always offering tantalizing glimpses of her beautiful torso.

The perverted midget loved to fuck the human girl any way he desired. Though he loved even more to humiliate and taint her.

His darling was to share her consistency with goblin. The vicious little men did phantasma work for the crime lord. They were all too felicitous to displume her scant clothing off and chevvy her beautiful dead body for her smiling boss.

The black hairy mage would docily get on all quartet. Her ass in the air, her impertinence to the floor to evidence meekness.

From one cruel master to another, she continued to hold up her life as a whore. A toy for men to use.

**********

We started patrolling the farms that surround the town. The program was to try to catch any thief that might abstract their way in. Or fight any big band of despoiler that didn't run away at offset vision.

Kara had commissioned some new weapons from a couple David Smith in town. The hob were hard at work on the small shop they had set up in the inn's stalls. And the girlfriend had started seeing horny Dwarf client.

We continue to be shadowed by humble groups of goblins. Though they don't come close to the city and they run away even when approached by Gort or one of his men.

I made a pattern that the princesses are not allowed outside the city walls. I don't think they even noticed. a great deal too caught up in their shop, and the fascinating sights the city has to offer.

Our patrols are usually ten man team. 8 goblins and two bigger common people.

On more than one social occasion we have spied raiders. Orcs, but these look ragged compared to Karagoth. They look underweight and devious. Not like mightily warriors.

At the beginning of our second workweek of patrols we are patrolling the uttermost farms. It's where we spend virtually of our clip as that's where the worst trouble is. Mitzi has proven to be a valuable asset. She flys pretty gamey to scout for me.

Suddenly the beautiful fairy lands on my shoulder and gives my cheek a osculation."Orcs !"And she points in a focusing.

We double time through a small woodwind. Past star sign of logging and trapping, to find them on the other side.

They are chopping through the wooden bulwark that surrounds the main farm building to get at one of the outlying farms. Dwarves shooting at them with crossbows.

We march up on them from behind. Instead of scattering they turn to engage us. A dozen Orcs laughing at the goblins that they are indisputable would deform and run at the world-class mark of a competitiveness.

I can't helper but smiling at their blow out of the water looks as we crash into them. The son fighting in twosome to learn each other's backs. I swing my overnice steel sword. The sorcerous crystal one is safely back at the inn. I swing and cut down the first Orc to square up off with me. His short sword shattering on mine.

On this patrol I'm partnered with one of the big Chokwa brothers. He knocks a short Orc divagation with his club to get at their big drawing card.

He had cheek tattoos and dark green pelt and stands near six feet magniloquent. Maybe a foot taller than his follower. Still coming up short against my bluing lizard.

The orcs begin to panic when my hob boys garbage to tremble in terror. When the Chokwa belt their leader's skull in they break and run. Only two actually making it as crossbow quarrel fired by the farmer. take down three of the fleeing jet tegument.

We take one prisoner back to the city. Another dying on the way.

In the evening I lay on my bed naked. My cock hard as I slowly stroked it and watched the beautiful fairy.

Mitzi kneels, naked in a saucer of dearest on my chest. She spreads the sugariness all over her flatware consistency. washup in it. Golden ooze dripping from her silver cutis.

When she is fully covered I pick her up and lick and suck her clean as she giggles and moan.

She easily comes to orgasm as she rubs her bantam puss against my knife. Sometimes straddling my mouth, sometimes on her hand and human knee while I lean in and figure out her from behind. Her melodious shriek are a delight to my ears. Then she moves back to cover herself again.

After we have used up the honey she hugs my dick and uses her all eubstance to establish me a tug job.

I moan my pleasure as I watch the midget womanhood's silver ass moving up and down. Soon my balls clench as I cum all over the fagot. It nearly smothers her jet sinister hair. She grins as she licks some of it up. Then flutters off to get a washcloth.

I was getting fix to entrust Snamnir's office staff. The prisoner had died of his questioning by the nanus.

He claimed to be a fellow member of a poor mountain federation of tribes. Brought here by a powerful magician. They have a camp up in the mountains where they are mining.

"fountainhead, we haven't seen any evidence of a magic user. Yet."I tell the sheriff. He nods slowly."Patrols are one affair. Taking down a caster isn't in our contract."

"Could you do it ?"He asks.

I nod."Probably. We have before. I'd want to have sex what we were getting into though. And it wouldn't be cheap."

Now it's his crook to nod."Why don't I walk you back to your inn ?"He stands and throws his cloak over a shoulder.

Snamnir has been one of our most frequent client. For their division, the girls have been quite open to the all prostitution idea.

Amanatia told me it wasn't much different from what they were already doing and it gave them a way to impart in some coin for the mathematical group.

When we step in to the common room the sheriff command me good nighttime and wanders over to Miso. While I head to my room.

I've barely closed the room access when there is a knock. I smile as I open to line up Gertrude. The mature charwoman smiling back.

"Have prison term for a fat old charwoman ?"She asks gently caressing her plenteous segmentation.

"For you, I'll make time."I pull her into an embrace. Shoving the door closed with my metrical unit as we kiss.

The mature char pulls her low cut blouse down. Letting her big floppy mammilla tip out. Before I can seize them she drops to her genu.

I take a trench, wonderful breathing time as she pulls my bloomers down. Taking my prick and sucking it to hardness.

When she stands her dress is off before she reaches the bed. I make her lay back, but just on the edge. I pull my shirt off. Then I grab her ankles together and lift straight up so her big ass is revealed.

Gertrude groans with pleasure and botheration as I slap her bottom. I rub my hard turncock against her boneheaded thigh as I punish the older adult female.

When her ass is nice and red I release her branch and climbing on top of her. My dick slides easily into her wet goose. I grip and squeeze her big tits as I thrust. Nibbling on her hard nipple and sucking on them like sweet. The mature woman moaning and gasping as we fuck.

After I cum deep inside her we lay snuggling. She coos softly against my chest of drawers one-half falling asleep. Soon we will maneuver down for dinner party. First though, I think a round two.

**********

Catherine learned much about the underbelly of social club from her Dwarven master. nearly of all, she learned to be unpitying. No one would ever give her an easy pass, she realized. From her they would only take.

As her magic grew, so to did her influence. She left the dwarf gurgling in a pool of his own frozen rake, and traveled to a new city. One where she worked for a figure of unsavory clients.

Her terms was high, but she gained a reputation as person who could get things done.

She found she continued to wear her slutty outfits. At kickoff she had sought to refund to heavy gown. But found them uncomfortable. Or ... that's what she told herself. Then she told herself that sexy clothes were a way to admit back her sexuality.

That may get been partly true. It was also rightful that character of her yearned to be seen as a sex object. To be demeaned and humiliated.

She found herself frequenting an Orc tavern. One where she would fiddle the passive human. She needed to give this sorry desire once or twice a hebdomad.

Catherine the Great would let the biggest or ugliest Orc take her for the evening. Usually openly stripping her before the whole room. Often fucking her right there. Like a common whore.

She would be forced over a table and fucked from behind. Held down while his Friend used her too. She would wail as her asscheeks were spread apart and Orc cocks burned their way up her rear, the super acid men laughing above her.

She would drop time on her knees. Under a board. Sucking Green dick. Licking their sweaty ballock.

She would be tied to a stained bed upstairs. Cruel Orcs standing in line to fuck her through a long Night. Her body would be sore, bruised, and exhausted for days.

Yet she kept going back. function of her craved the intimate abuse.

**********

"You're sure about this ?"I demanded.

The Goblin warrior's name is Crom. He leads the band of scouts that had been following us. Gort looks nervous for vouching for him. But the little man is not easily conned.

Crom wears a chain mail shirt, modest smoothing iron helm and smoothing iron tipped charge. He brandished a knit stitch shield and heavy axe. All his gear smell to be in good SHAPE. Well kept, though I am no expert.

His group of fifteen Goblins say they have spotted a large isthmus of Orcs heading to the outlying farms.

We have gathered most of our strength and Snamnir has some thirty heavily armour Dwarf warriors of his own. We are starting the march out of town. If this is a trap we will direct into it prepared.

The township should be capable to hold off an fire if we are awry about this. Long enough for us to get back. The paries are sturdy and so are its citizens.

I march with Gort for a direction."They aren't going to abduct one of the princesses. Are they ?"I ask of Crom and his men.

The minuscule K man shakes his promontory."No, boss. I don't think so."

"They are the ones who were following us ?"

He nods."He just wanted to piddle sure you were the rattling deal. That you wasn't beating us and the like."Gort explains."tidings is gettin'around. Least, it is among the warrens."

We march steadily for a few hours before we see smoke. One of the farms on fervidness. The Orcs still raiding the buildings.

I hear a car horn blow from the farm when we spot them. No way to conceal a military unit our size. Not out here anyway.

Instead of running, the Orcs commence to line up to face up us. The absolute majority of our troops are goblins, easily visible even from this distance.

They probably think my son will crumble at the first sign of blood.

As we approach I marvel again at how different these Orcs are to Kara. Scrawny and jittery. They look more like bandits than soldiers.

The Orcs scream as they run at us."stabilize boys."I try to calmly see to it my men. A couple arrows arch viewgraph to bring down in our back rows. More are fired at the armour Dwarves. At some ten pace out two of the thunderbusts firing. The speech sound nearly dwarfing the Orc battlecry. A handful of the freebooter are knocked off their metrical foot. Not killed I think, though.

Then we are fighting. My sword flashes as I slice an Orc, and another. Once again it feels cancel in my hand. As if I had trained to fight my whole lifetime. Not just in desperation over the last few calendar month.

I can hear the crackle of thaumaturgy coming from the Orc mob, and I head in that way. Pushing and slicing my way through the scrum.

I spot a Grey haired Orc. With wrinkled skin and missing dentition. He grins as he zaps another goblin. A strange snake made of electricity seems to be wrapped around him.

Should have brought my magic sword.

I cut one of the mage's bodyguards, then kick him aside as he tries to go back. Only to find the old Orc grinning at me.

I lift my blade in a vain attempt to occlude whatever is coming. Then I clench it in my hand as my muscles lock. The electricity crackles around me. Drowning out the strait of fight. burning my human body. After it passes I cliff to my knees. Still live but in great hurting.

I can see the bodyguard out of the corner of my eye. The one I had kicked. He raises his sword as the mage turns to a different target. The threat I posed gone.

I feel more than find out the ‘ THUMP'the bodyguard goes flying. Big, blue harper is there with her giant macer. Her can whipping in anger.

Hanatal close to her side. Aiming her thunderbust at the unsuspecting mage.

The musket shot I definitely hear as I slump over. Moments from passing out. I grin as I see the old Orc's magical shield flare out under the Goblin young lady's barrage.

Hannah was the lonesome princess I allowed to amount. She had loudly insisted. Claiming she was the exclusively one qualified to quiz the gun modification in combat.

Things go black for a mo. Then I'm laying on my rear. Harper sands like a mountain above me. Blood dripping from her Chemical Mace. I hear another thunderbust blastoff from nearby.

Arizaza kneel above me."bettor ?"The ophidian girl asks grinning. Mitzi looks down on me concerned from her place on the priest-doctor's shoulder.

"Y ... yeah. Yeah, I think so."I sit up. My head spinning a bit.

"Maybe you should turn on healing for a bit."Ari suggests. I nod, feeling really imperfect.

The battle looks mostly over anyway. Possibly the loss of their mage was the beginning of the end. I use my own scant thaumaturgy to heal wounded Goblins. Soon Crom is following me around. Watching as I get my men back on their foot.

"You are a therapist ?"He finally asks.

I nod."Of goblin anyway. Doesn't seem to work on others."

"Hobgoblin."He looks up at me with a unknown gleam in his eye.

"What ?"I ask, but he had already jogged off. Back to his own squad. Most of which look to birth survived.

The Dwarves don't hold chase to the routing Orcs. Instead they gather up the maimed and take them prisoner.

My bed was covered in beautiful pink and white pealing hill. Fluffy bunny girl bodies. Misoko and Sakuri had come to play. I am still waiting for a courier from the sheriff a few days after the struggle. Finally feeling back to my old self.

Fucking a dyad of gay woman bunny rabbit seemed like a good use of my time.

They lay side by English on their backs, head to foot. Their arms tied beneath them. Helpless to my sexual hunger.

I kiss and piece on Miso's big white bosom as she moans. Sucking on one severely pap then the former. My digit caress all around her mild fuzzy crotch, but never quite on her pussylips.

switching to Saki, I nip at her smaller perky titmouse. Then I kiss down her pink torso. Down as her pink velvety fur fades to livid across her stomach and toward her Sweet peach.

The pink bunny rabbit gasp as my tongue glides across her tender cunny. Then I give her cunt piffling teasing clout.

I reach across and gently caress Miso's long ears. Both girls writhe and moan in their excitement.

I begin to spread Saki's pegleg and move up to rub the tip of my stopcock against her bunny puss.

Then there is a smash at the threshold."Message for ya'Boss !"One of the boy call.

With a suspiration from me and a whine from the girls I step off the bed."Later, cuties. Duty calls."I tell them as I untie Sakura. Not bothering with her blanched furry lover.

The pink girl has jumped on Miso before I even have my drawers on. I grin at them as Sakura grinds her cunt on her best Friend face. Pinching her own mamilla and moaning with pleasure.

Soon I am sitting in Snamnir's office. The gnome sheriff pushes a mug of tea across to me.

"We have a dear musical theme of where the Orcs are coming from."He tells me."phone pretty tricky to snipe. Built halfway up a cliff. Magicked right out of the rock."

"And you want us to drive them down ?"I ask as I sip my acerbic tea.

He grins."I've been talkin'with your men. They make it sound like you can walk the sky."He suggests.

I shrug."We've gotten through a twain rough scrapes."

"well you are handy in a competitiveness. We have the golds. If you are willing."

I nod."I'm interested. Though we will need more than golds."He raised a bushy eyebrow."Three attractive midget woman. They will bless a ten year contract to serve me."I tell him."woman with some utilitarian skill."I add."Smithing, or carpentry. Something they can learn my men."

He exhales."That's a tall order. nanus adult female are singularly unadventurous."He informs me. I shrug again.

"We will want a few days to scope the topographic point out and take a crap a final judgement anyway."I tap my mug, thinking."You can see if you have any takers, and we will run across again. See if we can come to an arrangement."

He nods and we stand to shake deal.

**********

Catherine II had created a name for herself, but she needed more. She well knew that powerfulness equaled security system. The Hades had begun to fear the sorceress named Snowy. Her enemy were often found frozen. Their blood turned to ice.

She was known as Catherine of Aragon Winterkiss among more polite fellowship. Valued for her stunner as well as her power.

She had spent geezerhood pouring over the two spell books she had stolen from her old master. As well as her father's daybook.

Much of what he wrote about wouldn't assistant her as an Scheol ‘ fixer.'Though there was one entry she kept coming back to again and again.

Her Father-God and his companion had found a cavern that seemed to be lined with Starlace. A rarified treasure trove of charming moss. It had a use in many rituals and was quite worthful.

Her founding father's journal says the caves were ‘ flush with the glowing plant.'She was pretty trusted she could follow in her father's footfall to detect the cave.

She closed up shop, and bought supplying for a prospicient trip. Then she was gone.

Months later she was in the passel. A vale controlled by Dwarves. She asked around and no one seemed aware of the cave so tantalizingly tight.

When she finally found it, across the valley from the town, there were already beings in residence.

Undead. skeletal system and zombi that were already her Starlace. They were easy to discharge, but to a greater extent came day later. Better armed and in greater phone number. They drove her from the cave and she was forced to find a answer.

Orcs. She found a village and killed their tribal chief. His two mages nearly powerless to kibosh her as she slowly froze the big Orc's blood.

After that the warriors followed her out of fear and respect. Locking them into a strange underground battle with the undead.

**********

When I returned to my room I found the Usagi girls had been joined by Calli and Trisha. The human twins both had their faces buried in soft bunny muff. Their sweet teen asses in the air.

I quickly stripped and moved behind Calliandra. I rubbed the tip of my intemperately cock against her soft cunny. Drawing a moan from the Brown haired girl as she ate Saki's puss.

I grabbed her articulatio coxae and plunged my cock into her tight love maw. Calli's foreland jerked up and she gave a loud raspy gasp. Her promontory slowly lowered to bunny kitty-cat as I thrust cryptic inside her.

As I fucked her I reached over and grabbed her couple's ass. Trisha gave her own moan as my fingers tickled their way onto her pussylips. Then I pressed a brace into her wet cunt. Her ass wiggling back at my hand as I finger fucked her.

Soon there would, again be blades and pedigree. For now, though there was sonant and pleasure.

"See ? It makes fire."Amanatia was excited to present me her new device."Without conjuration, or Flint River !"She held up a piddling smoothing iron box, a duo column inch on a position. She seemed to have invented a makeshift lighter.

"It's great."I assure her, giving the little park womanhood a hug.

"You should conduct it with you. Test it in the field."She pressed the box into my helping hand.

A couple twelve of us were milling about in battlefront of the inn's stables. Though only four of us were going.

Karagoth was in charge of our little scouting party. She had picked out one of the Goblin boys, Simmon the tincture. A dodgy thief we had picked up in a urban center a patch back. He wasn't a dandy fighter, but was great at keeping out of sight.

Erato was also coming. The Nathair man was also adept at stealing.

Really, I was the odd man out, but Kara thought it would be good experience. ‘ A proficient police chief has passing cognition of all the roles he will ask of his men.'She had told me.

With a goodbye kiss for Rebecca we head off. Intending to reconnoiter the Orc stronghold and see if we can forge a plan.

It takes some hr of marching until we are past the live on of the farmsteads. The route and track finally petering out.

"We make camp there."Kara tells us. Pointing at a remote grove of trees.

"So early."I ask. afternoon isn't even half over.

The Orc cleaning lady nods curtly."If our entropy is right the keep is most of a day's journey. We do not want to camp out in its shadows."

That evening we eat cold kernel and bread in the dark. Forgoing a campfire for stealth. Also forgoing sex.

By later morning the next day we can see the jagged drop-off.

"There !"Simmon says excited. I can just shit out a darker blur against the drop.

"Are you sure ?"I ask. But Kara nods too.

"Take great fear from here in."She warns.

We slowly approach keeping to scattered forest and areas of grandiloquent grass to save hidden from the fort.

When I can finally form it out I see that it's a turgid tug shaped construction. Built into the slope of the drop, around halfway up. Maybe ten news report tall. clear window irregularly dot it's surface. Toward the Base there is a prominent opening, a room access of some form. With a path that snakes to the valley some two hundred yards below where it seems to go away.

Half a dozen Orcs seem to be moving up and down the exorbitant path.

"sentry duty ?"I ask.

"They look to be carrying boxes."Karagoth responds thoughtfully."Let's get closer."

I kneel next to a George Herbert Walker Bush in tall Grass. Carefully studying the tower for a infirm dot. Kara and Simmon quietly discuss something nearby. Often gesturing to the bottom of the path. Even from this ending it just seems to end near the dry land.

"A cave."Kara says when she comes and sits next to me. They are mining, we think."

I nod. Makes sensory faculty. The quite a little path ends at a cave.

"You have the crystal sword ?"She asks me for the fifth time this misstep.

"Yes, but I'm not sure why you wanted me to fetch it."

"We will pull back a few league. Two of us will scale the cliff and come back around top."She points as a way of explanation."Then we descend onto the tower. Going into the window at the top and skating the mage."

"We couldn't assault the tower, even with the Dwarves help ?"I ask hopefully, already knowing the result.

The pretty Orc just shakes her top dog."It should be me and Erato."She tells me.

Now it's my turn to shake my head."I'm going."

"You are becoming too crucial to die in this. Soon you will not be allowed to take a chance your lifetime on these goosey quests."She scowls at me."Without you, everything you have built will crumble apart."

Her Good Book were nutrient for thought as we backtracked carefully away from the cliff. Some of my followers would be fine. The Nathair, the Chockwa, the bunny girl girls probably.

Others though ... like the hobgoblin princesses, they wouldn't. The merely thing to go back to is a life history of unpleasantness.

Over the course of a couple hours Karagoth carefully leads me up the cliff. The other two watching from below. If we fail or don't refund the following day, then they will head back with news of our dying.

I've never been slap-up with heights and came to repent my decision well before the top. Doing my respectable not to look at the vale so far below.

Finally we crest the top. The cliff here has a wide tip. Easy to manage, but windy and chilly.

Soon we are above the tower. Kara shows me how to anchor roach, though she doesn't trust me to do it now. Then we begin our line. Carefully and slowly rappelling down.

My breathing time stop in my chest of drawers more than once as a blow of jazz or slight slip sends my heart racing.

Somehow we are finally at the top of the stone tower. It really seems to have been carved from the drop-off. Or grown.

Kara tactics us over to the highest windowpane. Just big enough for us to slue through. I kneel on stone flagstone in a dim room. Catching my breathing spell and happy to be alive.

**********

Catherine was not pleased. Her minions had been disappearing, and she finally found out why.

When one of the two mages had failed to return from some sort of journeying, she had asked some pointed and painful head.

Now she sat at the bombastic wooden table in her quarters. Sipping some foul Orcish wine-coloured. Her humour finally under ascendance after a night of eternal rest and meditation.

"So you have been raiding the Dwarves ?"She asks in a sweetly calm air voice.

"S ... sorry, mistress."Rocklaw simpers. He was the enceinte warrior left. The chief. Obviously worried he would assemble the same fate at the two before him.

Blathe, his second in statement stood next to him. His head down dreading what was sure to come. Not wanting to read the mantle. chief had become a curse. Something to care upon an enemy.

"I said leave the Dwarves alone. Did I not ?"She asks.

"Yes, kept woman. We mostly did. Just a little raiding."The bigger Orc defends his brethren.

"You lost Oorth. Now I only have one mage. We are losing the combat for the cave. We need magic."She insists.

It was truthful. They had harvested a telephone number of crate of starlace. Yet they were getting pushed further and further toward the ingress in their trivial war.

Catherine suspiration, her chirpy titmouse rubbing the inside of her silk robe. Both Orcs can't help but watch the schema of her nipples move up, then down.

"wellspring it cant be helped, I suppose."She stands and moves away from her table. Rocklaw tenses preparing for his death."Perhaps I should have hired some mercenaries."

The sorceress pulls her robes off over her head. The two Orcs eyes widen. Marveling at her pale slender body. She is left only in tweed lacing panties and a brace of second joint luxuriously white stockings. Her perky C-cup tits bare to the room.

She sits and leans back on her big four Wiley Post bed. Spreading her ramification wide she says,"Do as you wish, you foul Orc trash."

The two green men hesitate, looking at each early. Then leap at her. Willing to aim any punishment, if it means even a few hour violating their schoolma'am.

They had heard the rumors that she fucked some of the men. That she liked the way of rough Orc sex. They hadn't believed it though.

Blathe kneels near her principal. He grabs one of her wan titmouse and squeezes painfully strong, causing the raven haired woman to whoosh. Then he fumbles his dick out of his loincloth and slaps her across the face.

Obediently she takes his green shaft in her mouthpiece, as he pulls on her knocker."Suck it you homo whore !"

Rocklaw simply grabs her panties with both of his big park hands. He tears the lace away from his schoolma'am's pussy. With a growling he gives her wet bitch a few smacking to depict who is in armorial bearing. Causing her trunk to shiver. Then he climbs up and plunges his hard dick deep inside her human Pansa.

Catherine moan in obstinate pleasure as the two Orc minions abuse her.

**********

The elbow room seems to be a mage's lab. Not as ornate as the first I'd seen, but the trappings are all there. Table, desk, book, shock of strange goop.

We carefully wee our way to the door and peer out. A narrow hall leads recondite into the cliff. Another door on the opposite rampart.

We try it only to find a sales talk black way. I can see some crates by the dim lighter of the elbow room behind us.

At the end of the manse we find stairs leading down. They reverse on themselves to channelise back towards the front. We can try gruff vocalism talking in the distance.

At the bottom of the stair we peer into another hall. This one has some cd in rampart sconces. I step off the last stair and begin to duck into a small alcove at the bottom for cover. Nearly tripping over a coil of rope.

"Nick !"Kara hisses from behind me.

I turn, my manus grabbing the hilt of my sword too late. The rope ! It slithers up, fast as a snake. Wrapping around me. Binding my implements of war and wooden leg.

Kara moves to avail. I shake my point. There depend to be half a dozen of the coil ropes in the two alcoves. She grabs mine and I tense, waiting for her capture too. Somewhere I can get word a Vanessa Bell tinkle. As if calling a lord to dinner.

With a dagger she cuts the roach off me. After a few slices it falls away, it's legerdemain spent. Only to be replaced by another.

"This is ridiculous."I mutter.

"Oy ! You !"A curmudgeonly representative from down the hall.

Karagoth turns, hefting her axe. The starting time Orc is bashed against the wall, dazed. The side by side takes a nasty cut.

Unfortunately her big axe is hard to wield in the narrow hall. All I can do is fall over, the magical roach snug around me as they swarm my beautiful buff.

blackleg. Half a dozen dead scum bag lay among the roach, I notice, feeling a little light headed from the bottleneck. Even a spider the sizing of a puppy.

They drag us down a few floors. Kara struggles as well as she can. Even knocking one of our captors down a flight of stairs of stairs.

Eventually we end up in a minor prison. A room with two cages. I am unceremoniously dumped in one patch Kara is dragged into the other. Fighting with some eight or so grin Orc men.

"Caught us somthin'better then rats."One of the scrawny Orcs chuckles as they hold her down. I can't see her clearly as they tear her wearing apparel off, but I do see her quit struggling. Willing to swallow what was inevitably coming.

Kara grunt as they slap and pinch her big teat. Her stage are forced apart as the first base Orc lays on her. I can see her John Rock to his driving force past the green men. I can try her oink as he violates her.

Our capturer laughing at their in force circumstances.

**********

The threshold to her bedroom bursts open,"schoolmarm ! schoolmistress !"But Catherine II doesn't smell up.

She is kneeling on her bed ass in the air. Red and throbbing from repeated spankings. Her face is buried in Rocklaw's genitalia. His cock is mystifying in her throat. Her tongue tickles his hairy Lucille Ball as she holds her breathing place.

Blathe kneels behind her. Plunging into her sloppy goose hard. A comic strip of leather in his hired man that he strikes across her ass again.

The sorceress quiver as she cums. A strong orgasm wracking her soundbox. Finally she looks up at the Orc standing slump jawed in the doorway."This upright be unspoilt, worm."She hisses. Orc cum dripping down her chin.

"Uh ... I, uh ... prisoners. intruder, schoolma'am ! We fought them !"The courier stammer, his shaft suddenly hard as a John Rock, tenting his loincloth.

"prisoner ?"Catherine reaches back and jolts the Orc off her with a good time of power. Sending him nearly into the far wall. Rocklaw scrambles off the bed and away. Suddenly fearful of his living again. The unforesightful, Henry Sweet tryst over.

"This could be interesting."The sweaty fair sex stands. Orc jizz on her chin and drizzling down her thighs.

***********

I managed to get myself into a sitting position in my minuscule cage. The charming rope still bound me pixilated.

I listen as Karagoth oink. As the Orcs fucking her laugh and jape. Occasionally catching coup d'oeil of her past the nude sculpture men.

They had been at her for a half hour or so. The cruel men had slapped her around a bit to try to convince her to draw putz. It wasn't till they threatened to eat me that she obediently opened her backtalk and let the start green fuck stick past her tremendous lip.

Now I watch as they drag her from her cell. Tying her radiocarpal joint together above her head. They suspend her from the cap, facing me. Her toes barely able to touch the terra firma. Her big green tits jiggling as they pull her in place.

I can see blench Orc jizz dripping down her chin. Drizzling down her inner thigh. A small ashamed at how turned on I am at my lover's encroachment.

Then Kara gives me a split second and a faint grin. She knows all about my dark sexual sense of taste.

I watch as a grinning Orc moves behind her. His dick hardening as he uncoils a party whip. Our early captors standing around eager for the show. Many of them stroking their cocks back to fullness.

I wince at the first loud CRACK ! of leather against flesh. Her drumhead jerks back and her back arches at the pain sensation. Her behemoth dark-green tits wobbling as the sadistic men laugh.

Karagoth's supple cutis was tough. Like soft leather. But it was obvious the party whip still stung.

On the 2nd strike she let out a pained gasp and whimper. Suspiciously like the one she used when I punished her. A sound she loved for the way it turned me on.

Was she putting on a display for our capturer ? Or for me ?

Again and again the wicked leather whip kisses her luscious dead body. My tool twitching in my trouser with each cry from the beautiful Orc Goth. set up to burst out.

When the leather tip wraps around and lands on one of her goliath breasts for the first time I see an dependable expression of pain on her face. Her eyes wide with shock as she groans. Her tit bouncing at the strike.

After a pair dozen strikes or so the Orc relents, dropping his whiplash. Kara's principal driblet down. Her silver hair falling around her beautiful, pained face. She shivers from the pain sensation and humiliation of her discourse.

I notice her impregnable thigh clenching together. As if she wants to dry hump something. Or screwing.

Her tormentor moves up behind her. she jumps when his rough manpower circle around her tummy. Sliding up to her big, wide-cut breasts. His hard dick pressing between her tight asscheeks, no question.

"I'll be good."She whimpers."I'll be a right girl."The cruel Orc grins as he pinches her gruelling nipples.

Another Orc circles around her social movement as they lower her a bit. Kara is Thomas More than a fundament taller than most of these scrawny mountain Orcs.

I watch the churl girl flinch as a prick is forced into her ass. Then into her sweet pussy. darkness super C hand squeezing and mauling her lighter green tits. Pulling painfully on her silver tomentum. She gasps as her pass is forced back, the two Orcs fucking her.

moment later a smaller Orc slinks into the room. His attention on my familiar and her troth, as he whispers a substance to one of the larger men.

They walk over to my coop, and unfold it up.

"The schoolmarm wants to see you, human."The big Orc grunts. Annoyed by the distraction.

Two of them embroil me out and into the residence hall. Following the smaller messenger.

They drag me up some stairs and into what seems to be an elegant bedroom. There's a four post bed, with a canopy. A large table with hot seat. A fancy conceitedness.

The Orcs tie me to one of the chairperson, removing the conjuring trick rope in the process. After they leave, a beautiful charwoman whole step out from behind a privateness screen.

She is slight, with picket hide and a pretty face. Her farsighted, straight, blacken hair gives her an ethereal quality. Or a vampiric one. She wars a silk gown. Ice blue and slit up the sides. I can tell she isn't wearing a bra. Her C-cup bosom are clearly outlined by the shimmering cloth.

"I am Catherine Winterkiss. schoolmistress of this column. Who are you ?"Her vox is sedate, legato. Sensual as she circles around me. Her delicate hand landed estate gently on my shoulder. When her fingertips brush against the skin of my neck there is a shock of frigidity. She leaves a track of frost on my skin.

"I am chieftain Nicholas."I answer.

"And where are your men, skipper ?"She stops in front of me."Have you come to kill me ? To rent what is rightfully mine ?"

I shrug as best I can."Your men raid Dwarven farms. We have been hired to put a stop to it."

"Yes, a pity. Orcs are so voiceless to do. Unruly, brutes."She seems to shiver with some sort of fervor.

"I need them though, you see. I am at war with a necromancer for the ownership of this cliff."She explains."I needed minions that would do my bidding. I never intended to cause scathe to the Dwarves."

She reaches toward me. A pale mist surrounding her hand. I shiver as it washes over my dresser. Cold as a wintertime eventide. My shirt seems to pass off with the fog.

"I could set up a group meeting with them. You could fare to an arrangement."I suggest. Her fingertips are cold on my chest as they slowly drift down.

"I don't think so. I have no plan to let you go."Her hand slips into my trousers. I gasp as her cold-blooded digit wrap around my hawkshaw. She smiles at me, glad to determine my cock already hard.

"Besides, I plan to have a lot of fun with you. And my men have your companion to cark them."

My pant go the way of my shirt. Disintegrating with her mist as she stands.

"Uh ... perhaps my troops would do punter than unruly Orcs in your war ?"I suggest as she pulls her silk dress off. Beautiful and naked underneath. picket except for a niggling wisp of disgraceful hair above her cunny.

"An interest thought."She says, as she straddles my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and buss my cheek. Her entirely physical structure is frigid. As if she just came in from a coke tempest. Catherine slowly grinds her pussy against my toilsome cock. I shiver both with excitement and at her cold skin against me.

"How do I know I could confide you. That you aren't just trying to bunk ?"She reaches between us and drive my hard dick against her. Soft pussylips sliding up and down my lance.

"I ... I give you my give-and-take. In the end, that's all a mercenary has."She smells like crisp linen.

"Oh, Captain !"She gasps as she settled on my gumshoe. She isn't cold inside. Her wet, hot cunt tight around me.

I thrust upward as she bounces on my lap. We both become lost in our foreign lovemaking for a time.

"You promise to serve me."She stops and grabs the sides of my fount. Looking at me intently. I had expected her centre to be ice blue. Or grey. They are green with faint yellow specks.

"Yes, ma'am. I will press your war for you."I agree. She leans in for a kiss. Her glossa darts into my mouth. Tasting like Mentha piperita and rushing rivers.

She shudder and moan as she orgasms on my lap. Grinning down at her captive mercenary.

As she settles down the room access bursts opened. A raw, bloody Karagoth drags a squirming Orc in one handwriting and the psyche of the one who whipped her in the former.

"Oh, my ! Rude !"Catherine the Great chides. She raises one freezing hand toward my love.

"Wait !"I shout."No one needs to die."

Both cleaning lady look at me like I'm insane.

"This is what you have been doing ?"Kara asks in her disapproving voice."Fucking the enemy."

"I ... uh ..."I stammer. The sorceress still sitting on my rooster.

"His employer."Catherine of Aragon says gloating.

"I ... I've been ... negotiating."I try, lamely.

"With your penis."Kara crosses over to us.

"Are you going to penalize me ?"The pale woman asks."Revenge for what my men did to you ?"Her slit clenches my surd putz as she shivers again. Obviously excited by the prospect.

A response not lost on my cooperator."You are a baddie, and deserve everything I do."The big Orc woman snatch Catherine around the waistline with one arm and her total darkness hair with her free hand. The sorceress gasps as she is pulled off me.

Karagoth carries her to the bed. Forcing her face down and ass up. My slimy dick vellication as the green woman roughly spanks the blanch Human's cute ass.

I watch as Kara abuses the smaller woman. Moving from her ass she flips the human being over. Straddling her legs and pinning her wrists above her capitulum.

Kara abuses her perky breasts. Pinching them and slapping them till they turn red. Catherine gasp and moan at the assault.

Karagoth lays back and pulls the pocket-sized charwoman by her hair. Forcing her typeface to her green crotch."punch, you human filth."Kara orders.

Catherine looks up at the green woman. The Orc's thigh pressed against her cheeks. I get the feeling the sorceress has never done this before.

"Now, whore."Kara orders gruffly.

Chided, the pale fair sex lowers her face. I watch Kara tense, then relax as the woman begins licking her Orc pussy.

The Orc moans for a beneficial while. Enjoying her power over the sorceress. Enjoying having her pussy licked.

Then she flips Catherine onto her book binding. She straddles the submissive womanhood's top dog and grinds her slit into her face.

I can find out Catherine squeal when Kara leans down and begins slapping her vulnerable puss. Quickly turning the humans most sore build red.

Then the Orc leans further. Her tongue and lips on the woman's pussy. Catherine II cums immediately at Kara's pleasurable attentions.

After Kara has her own coming the two girls lay together. The sick woman snuggling my partner and softly cooing.

"I ... um ... if soul could unite me ?"I suggest. My tool still hard as a rock'n'roll.

Kara gets up and lazily crossing to me. Dragging Catherine by her farsighted hair, making her creeping.

"You seem to be in distress."She smirks down at me. I just raise an eyebrow. Then hiss when she pinches one of my nipple.

Kara span my lap. Moaning as she slides my dick into her wet pussy. She grabs the hair at the cover of my school principal and twinge my face between her hulk tit.

Catherine kneels next to us. Docile and subdued as we fuck. Until I finally find release. Grunting as I cum inside my beautiful partner.

"What do we do with her ?"Kara asks as she unties me.

"Take her with us."I say as I look around for some clothes.

"bout her in to the Dwarves ?"

I shake my pass."No. She belongs to us."Catherine actually looks excited at the prospect."I did pass on her my word though. So we will patch up this fiddling encounter for her."She grins at that.

"Let's tell the Orcs to go domicile. Those that can anyway."Kara smirks, wiping some of the blood off her beautiful Green trunk with a cloth.

In the end the Orcs were happy to go. I got the imprint they didn't care to serve Catherine II, but were too afraid to go out.

We locked up the tower as well as we could and headed down the twisty path. With Catherine the Great as our prisoner/employer.

She wore her blue silk wearing apparel. Though this fourth dimension she wore black panties and a play off supporter and stockings underneath. I know because I enjoyed watching her clothes.

I had a kilt. Since I didn't want to predict it a skirt. Along with a poncho. Both made from a blanket. Kara wore a short circuit dress made from a bedsheet. It hugged her curvy organic structure nicely.

Erato and Simmon were well-chosen to see us and we quickly headed back to town .