The beautiful prentice unhooked her skirt and let it knock off to the stone base of the wizard's lab. Her silk scanty soon followed, leaving her lose weight pale branch bare. Her young pussy exposed.

She was human, young and ripe. With farseeing contraband tomentum, straight and shiny. Just barely eighteen and a Virgo the Virgin when she had been kidnapped by the old whizz. A loot he took after a band of explorer had tried to slay him. The old man knew she hated him.

That was part of her appeal.

Made all too pass in the way she shuddered and looked away as his bridge player reached down to grasp her bare pussycat. Her delicate cunny plucked bare for his joy. She couldn't stop her petty whimper of repugnance. The shiver that coursed through her body at his brazen touch.

He softly rubbed her tender fumble. His wrinkled heart finger just barely pushing into the wetness between her netherlips. His old man grin a flavour of triumph. Relived every time he abused the poor girl.

With a raspy chortle, he tugged down her blue silk top. Just a thermionic tube of cloth that barely covered her small budding breast. She gasped as her nipple hardened in the cool air of the way.

He pinched one I love you of her tough buds. The girl moaned and looked up at him in shock. Knowing that soon she would be taking his old, severely 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 example was over for the day. His rite had been a winner. He would take his delight from her. Then go and eat. Perhaps at a fancy tavern while she languished in her cell.

The star bent grass her vernal, blanch soundbox over a rasping wooden table. She winced as it dug into her pelvis. He tied her wrist joint behind her backrest with a duration of cannabis roach. Then with a grin he slapped her little ass.

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

The old man paused in his misuse. Sliding his bony finger's breadth between teen thigh. The girl groaned as his wrinkly dactyl probed at her most precious daub. Finding her quit wet.

The wizard pushed his robe open. Revealing that he wore nothing underneath. His old putz was long and skinny. Hard and set up above a pair of shrivelled balls.

She cried out as his putz shoved deep inside her. Each time was a bracing dishonour. Even though he had defiled her vernal body numerous times.

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

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

The old man pulled out and forced her to her stifle on the Harlan Fiske Stone trading floor."Suck."He ordered. Pushing his slimy dick against her clinched rima oris.

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

She turned and opened her mouth. Tasting her own juices as his dick slid along her tongue. Prodding her pharynx and making her gag.

The wizard grabbed her raven black hair and aspect fucked the lady friend. She choked and coughed as his dick went uncomfortably far into her throat. Then she was gasping for air. He had pulled out. Only to force her to stand by he long hair.

He made her lie back on the board. Her arms still bound beneath her. She spread her legs in entry. Hoping to prevent further hurting.

The wizard grabbed a pair of candlestick. The stripling closed her eyes with a frown and turned her head as the taper were raised above her budding breasts.

She hissed in painful sensation as the first drops of wax splashed her Lester Willis Young tits. Stinging like liquid fervor for a bit before quickly drying and cooling.

The sensation moaned as he pushed his tool back into the girl's tight puss. Thrusting slowly as he dripped burning wax on her chest of drawers. He grinned at her obvious discomfort.

Finally he grunted. His peter pumped his old jizz into her young pussy. Filling her with his mussiness.

He pulled her to the base again and she obediently took his flaccid prick in her rima oris. As she slurped up their sex slime she gave him a face of disgust that he cherished. The adolescent slave, on her human knee, looking up, hatred in her centre, hatred and licking, his old dick in her mouth.

Later, in her cold electric cell she thought back to her low sentence with the noisome wizard.

"I have a gift for your one-sixteenth birthday, girl."The old wizard had announced. He was cruel even then, but he had taught her some deception. With the promise of teaching her to a greater extent.

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

"Of course not. But you will aid me in a powerful rite. One requiring a virgin sacrifice."

Her eyes went blanket with fear. till now he hadn't laid a hand in her. She had been his slave and apprentice for two years."I ... I thought you said ... a gift ..."

"I didn't say the gift was for you, girl."He grinned cruelly."Plenty of ogre love the discernment of a Virgo the Virgin's innocence."

She struggled, but she was small and tightfitting. No match for the surprisingly impregnable old man. He dragged her to his lab. There he clasped her radiocarpal joint in manacles attaches to the ceiling. Lifting her so she stood uncomfortably on her tiptoes.

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

Then the Harlan Fiske Stone floor beneath her seemed to crumble away. The old man laughed in triumph as a well six feet in diameter opened. Strange mist rose from the muddle. Illuminated by a unknown fleeceable light source. She could feel the cold air from the hole. Colder even than the endocarp tower. It seemed to nybble at her now dangling toes.

Catherine II could do nothing but look down into the hole with horror. Something was down there. Something writhing in the mist.

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

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

Two tendrils wrapped around her ankle joint. Pulling down, gently but firmly. Holding her in place. Spreading her pegleg apart.

One tentacle rose up behind her. Gently wrapping around her neck opening. She could feel it as it's tip rubbed against her cheek. Like leather covered in jam. And inhuman. It raised goosebumps across her body. Catherine II moaned as her youth cunny began to strangely prickle.

Another tendril rose underneath her plain fleece dress. She could see its figure writhing against the grey fabric as it rose.

She moaned as it slithered under her shift. Cold and disgusting against her stomach. Wriggling up till it found her little mammilla. Just tiny buds, they were still quite sensitive. Catherine gasped as the frigidness invader began to rub them. She didn't even poster her master with his hawkshaw out. Slowly stroking his long peter as he watched.

Her whole trunk tingled from the tentacle's touch. She had only recently began exploring her organic structure. Finding the places that filled her with a titillating delight. Her piffling breasts only seemed to tickle when she touched them. This was so much more. Like a altogether body tickle. And that tingle in her cunny has turned into a buzz. An turn on buzz.

The tentacle slithered back down her eubstance. Slipping gently into her foul-up.

"No ..."Catherine II moaned weekly as it squirmed past her bare os pubis. Her whole organic structure shivered in shock as it lightly brushed her young netherlips. It felt like her heart had skipped a beat.

The tentacle in her step-in gently rubbed her most precious spot. While the one around her neck gently caressed her cheek. Catherine's thighs trembled in expectation.

Satisfied, the tentacle pulled away. Taking the girl's pratfall down with it. Catherine of Aragon cried out in shock as she was disrobed. She struggled as two more tentacles grabbed the cervix of her dress and began tearing. Easily ripping the wool garment from her physical structure. Her linen transformation soon followed. Leaving the sixteen year old Virgo totally nude person and vulnerable.

She yanked her ankles free and pulled her legs up in a vain endeavour to cross her precious sex. Tentacles wrapped around her genu, and though she clenched with all her might, slowly pulled her thighs open. Leaving her pussy bare and vulnerable to the monster.

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

It felt cold and worthless. Like a dead matter.

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

Catherine II screamed. The infliction was something she had never imagined. Her girlhood torn away by this evil foreigner ... thing.

But it wasn't just a hurting of the flesh. As the beast raped her loaded cunt she was lost in a daze. She could find it darken her someone. Taking something precious from her. A little part of her kernel that it would forever keep. Forever owning a part of her.

As she came back to herself she could feel the other tentacles writhing around her. The one on her neck opening forced its way between her young lips. She gagged at the disgusting taste of its slime.

Another wrapped her dresser. Then it's tip opened. A little toothless mouth that snapped at her flyspeck nipples.

Catherine squirmed as the tentacles abused her. She had never felt so replete as with the moth-eaten tentacle wriggling in her pussy. Her cunt throbbed. Uncontrollably clenching its intruder as he body responded.

This was her start time. Something she could never get back. No loving husband. No gentle lover. Just a cold, demonic mess of tentacles.

Tears filled her eyes as she felt a cold tendril push between her asscheeks. It pressed firmly against her tight arse.

She tried to confess around the tentacle fucking her pharynx as it penetrated her analflower. The cold trespasser burned its way up her ass. She could horribly experience it rubbing against the tentacle in her cunt. Unnaturally filling both her tight young kettle of fish.

Catherine's demon ravishment seemed to go on for hours.

She was barely conscious when she was dropped unceremoniously onto the hard stone floor. The flagstones seeming to be warmer beneath her belly than her initiative lover. The tentacles retreated and the well closed as if it had never been.

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

Then warm men grabbed her. Her lord. There to help her up !

No. The old man forced her down. His warm, wrinkled body climbed on top of her. He easily slid his old pecker into her gaping cunt. Grunting with pleasure.

Catherine wept as her master took her for the start clock time.

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

It would be years before she was sinewy and brave enough to escape him. old age of abuse and violation. Years of diligent study and practice. Years spent in his cold tower.

**********

We are on the lodger of Biladi lands. Traveling up the foothills of the Red pink wine plenty. This close we can see the reddish tincture that gave them their name. Probably something to do with the ground. atomic number 26 content maybe ? I'm not a geologist.

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

"Many different lords and Martin Luther King Jr. lay claims to the peck. From both sides of the range."Priyala lectured as we marched."No one has been able to reclaim them, though. There are a few independent closure. But mostly the mountains are wild. ogre, brigand, bad weather, and other dangers keep most out. Plus the humans 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 give her ass a squeeze. Much to her obvious delight.

When we stop for a inadequate break Rebekah snuggles up close to me."well-chosen ?"I ask smiling down at her.

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

There's a thump and a plume of bullet a light way off. My wife frown."Those hit man are going to change everything."She warns.

I nod."From what we've seen, magic dulls the need to advance science."Becca looks at me."Why formulate irrigation, when a mage can simply puddle it rain down where you need ?"

"Maybe that's why the goblin are so interested in your stories."She suggests."They have little or no legerdemain among their people. No power in the large world. science could give them that power. Level the performing field."

I nod, sure she's mightily. I point to where Amanatia and a few others gather around her kettledrum. I can see she has already made modification."You know, gun for hire didn't tame the west."I lecture the beautiful cleaning lady. She grins, used to me expounding on ideas."It was trains, the telegraph, and electricity. The to a lesser extent flashy thing that made everyone's lives easier. Infrastructure."

"Some would say that wasn't a good thing."She suggests. I just shrug. I have little longanimity to those who would remain firm in the way of progress.

That evening we decided to discombobulate a minuscule celebration. We were close enough to the mountains that I declared we had officially left Biladi lands. The mood of our stria seemed to be one of excitement. Ready to tackle what cane side by side.

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

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

My following mate up, or collect in belittled chemical group. Stripping and touching. Soon the air is filled with moans and gasp as they enjoy each other's bodies.

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

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

I see Sakura's garden pink fuzzy body under a group of hobgoblin. Her ramification spread and caput tilted back as she takes commons hawkshaw at each end. Plus another who straddles her chest and dry swelling her perky C-cup titmouse.

Rebekah groans loudly as she bends over. Taking one of the big Chockwa men from rear end. His thick blue putz spreading her human pussy.

Minna squirms playfully on my lap. One of the Roden, a mouse girl. She is tenuous and as short as the goblins. Her cutis is a blue grey and velvet smooth. She has perky B-cup teat and a cute niggling ass.

She shudder and giggles as I caress her big round spike. Her small hand tugging at my firmly turncock."Put it in me, master."She begs in her cute, high pitched voice."I need you to occupy me up."

I lay her down on a blanket. The shiner spreads her pegleg for me and grab my shoulder joint, pulling me confining. We both gasp as I thrust into her closely twat. Other couples fucking nearby. Our moans are lost in the sexual blaring.

After she has a little, squeaking, mouse climax I flip her over. I settle above her niggling consistence and crusade her long tail aside. Minna gasps as I enter her from tooshie. She reaches back and caresses my brass as I thrust deep inside her.

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

We are in the mickle now. Making our way through a series of valleys. Trying to get to a pass that will allow the comfortable journeying through.

We rest beside a wide stream. It pools among some bowlder where we break for a promiscuous repast.

Most of the girls have stripped. My slave make a wondrous sight in the scintillation mountain water. Splashing and frolicking.

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

"Trouble ?"I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Not yet."He catches his breathing time."We're being trailed by some Goblins. Mountain Goblins."

"That different from your male child ?"I ask, pulling off my shirt.

He shrugs. We are much further than he has ever travelled."I don't think they'll try anything. We look pretty fight cook now, Boss."The little green man looks around as I pull off my drawers.

"The scouts think they may take in been scoping out the princesses, though."He hops from foot to foot. Nervous.

I raise another eyebrow at him. Then call on my caput. I hear Becca's lovely laugh somewhere behind me. I spy her, water glistening off her big beautiful eyeball. She pulls one of the Twin close for a kiss. 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 mother wit. Basically turn the poor people fille into a baby making manufactory.

Something else to check out for.

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

"Freezing."I moan as I submerge.

When I come back up I hear,"I'll keep you warm, handsome."In a burly vocalisation. The big, blue Harper. Naked and wet and grin. Her giant pap near my head.

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

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

Then her tail assembly thrashes the water as she wades off.

We travel for a week. The terrain definitely knotty than the champaign and forests we left behind us. The conditions stays decent during the day, but gets inhuman at night.

We are nearly halfway through the range according to our map, when we spy a townsfolk. Low and grey. It seems to hug the ground menacingly. Surrounded by a couple 12 farms. The only building over two stories is a big wooden contraption at the core. Like scaffolding surrounding a triplet of boastfully cranes.

"Let's get close down and rest."I order."See if they send out an envoy.

Sure enough, within the 60 minutes a trio of what must be Dwarves taunt out on big ponies. They wear replete home plate and carry big axes. They each have a long ornate face fungus.

"Hallo, the clique !"The pith one calls in a deep voice. He has a leathery face and an almost comically round nose. His beard is a iniquity blonde, and bent to his knees. Braided in three big plaits. Iron ring have been braided into them, fully reflecting the sun.

I step forward."Greetings. I am captain Saint Nicholas. We come in peace. soldier of fortune passing through the mountains."

"soldier of fortune, eh ?"The center dwarf hops down. The other two arrest mounted looking grim."flavor like a band of Gobbo plunderer to me."He growls.

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

"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 true up.

"Name's Snamnir."He reaches out his hand and we shake. His handwriting is approximate and iron hard. Warm."An'if you've Au to spend, I suppose you're welcome. Gobbos or no."

We strike encampment with the Dwarves watching us closely. Though I notice his gaze lingers more on the peeress than my goblin soldiers. His companions ‘ too, though they try to hide it.

"We don't get many traveler from this side of the mountains. Not many traveller period, really. Heading habitation ?"He asks as we walk.

I shake my head teacher."Not really. I originally come from a good deal further away."

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

He doesn't stop talking. Almost as if this is his alone chance. He gives us a picayune account about the valley. The town is here to mine iron and copper.

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

The blond dwarf nods."Aye. ‘ The Pit.'A great golf hole in the ground. See the township needs to be to a higher place ground to watch over the farms."He goes on to talk about guarding against raiders.

I get the feeling that he is a sort of hybridisation between a sheriff and a reserves captain.

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

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

The three law officer are nice enough to lead us across town. molly's is a two narrative building. Made of sinister brick and stone, with peaked roofs.

I thank the talkative dwarf and head in.

molly herself meets me at the door."solid township said you were comin ’."She explains.

molly is a handsome woman. With long braided hair, but no beard. A bit husky. She wears a peasant trend dress with a leather apron. Her blouse is cut low to testify off her ample cleavage. A variety from the ladies we passed in the street who mostly wore neck to ankle dresses. Many of them worn leather, rather than a softer stuff.

"We would like to lease out the unanimous construction. Probably for a few days."I offer.

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

The construction has six rooms upstairs and two down. Plus the unwashed elbow room, and outer space in the bonce. We divvy up the suite, with me getting my own.

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

Rebekah wears a sensual garb. dent high on one side, but still more demure than her rule clothing.

We get plentitude of looks from the town's multitude. Mostly the womanhood. ofttimes people would hail to their door or window to look out us pass. Hopefully that won't last long.

‘ The Pit'is just that. A big hole in the ground. Probably a c cubic yard across. Scaffolding and rage descend into the wickedness below. The cranes dangle multiple billet into the profundity.

I can't avail shivering as I look down.

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

I shake my head as we walk away. We do some window shopping as we explore the townsfolk.

peck of handcrafted goods. They look like high quality stuff. A lot of metalwork.

"This would be a estimable seat to buy more weapons."Kara suggests."Good, sturdy gear."

I buy my two dear pastries from a shoppe in a market square. Then we head back to the inn.

In the eve I push Becca's face down between Kara's jet thighs. The beautiful Orc growling as my married woman licks her marginal snatch.

I slap Rebecca's round of golf, retrousse ass. Enjoying both the way it jiggles and her cute niggling ‘ yelp'of pain.

I grab and squeeze her asscheeks. Spreading her pussylips with my thumbs. The blonde moans as I slowly energy into her sweet love tunnel. Then she goes back to licking her Orcish mistress as I thrust.

Later I lay on my spine as Karagoth rides me cowgirl style. Becca hugging her from behind. Squeezing her massive putting surface boob.

I smile and sigh contentedly.

What a way to end our first of all night here.

**********

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

She stole a spellbook, her father's daybook, and as much supplies as she could fit in a large bag and slipped away into the night. Not even sure as shooting where to go. Though she knew it had to be far from the perverted genius's column.

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

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

She found she could often trade cock sucking for food. Then she would live with her pride, as well as men's cum.

Hungry and cold, Catherine the Great agreed to function for a baker for a poor time. Simply for the offer of even repast and a cot in the buttery.

That first of all night she awoke as the fat bread maker had slipped into the pantry. He held a candle and she could see he was naked. His fat cock dangled below his big belly.

The young woman pulled her thin rag up to her Chin. Cowering. A little voice in her head cried out, told her that she was better than this. Powerful. But yr of revilement at the thaumaturge's hands was too a great deal to subdue.

The fat man tugged off her sheet. Grinning to feel she was as defenseless underneath. Her consistency even more beautiful than he imagined. He boldly grabbed one of her knocker. They had grown into full, perky C-cups. They could hear his fat married woman snoring upstairs.

The Corvus corax haired girl whimpered as his fat digit slid up her inner second joint. Yet she obediently spread her ramification at his touch. Catherine clenched her middle as his fingers groped her sex. His fat face leaned in and slobbered on her tits.

She let out a brassy"pizzazz !"As he settled his bulk on her very much littler framing. Submissively taking his midst cock as he thrust into her fuck hole.

The fat man didn't shoemaker's last long. He grunted like a pig as he emptied his globe into her. Then he kissed her brow and left.

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

At least the baker treated her better than the virtuoso over the next few weeks. And her corner in the pantry was nicer than her jail cell.

**********

We have rested in Obstinate cargo area for two nights now. The plan is to exit the next break of day. Before tackling the other one-half of the mountain range.

The tougher half, as I have been warned.

My goblins have been running all over town. The gnome were suspicious at outset, but soon warmed up to them. They had never met such wondering putting surface tegument. Probably had never met any, period. I think they view my group as an disport peculiarity.

Amanatia and her gang were excited. She had convinced me to purchase materials for a portable blacksmith. They bought a cart, duet mountain trot, a pocket-size anvil, and a couple crates worth of gear.

It would be a workshop we could take with us. Not as full featured as a blacksmith shoppe would be, but still quite useful.

I had enticed Oslafa into my elbow room. I have found the big bear missy to be quite shy. The Urzo seemed like a proud and fierce people. Unfortunately her torment at the paw of the magician seems to have left her timid, and unassuming.

Harper had taken the girl 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 diagram in half with her with child Fe mace.

So far the dark-brown furred girl and I have only had sex a duad times. She tends to shy away from our bacchanalia, unless explicitly told to fall in. I'm hoping she will unfold up with a little more time and effort.

The seven foot magniloquent woman wears a thick leather skirt to just below her articulatio genus and a leather hackamore, cinched up the front and showing off much of her monumental segmentation.

I wouldn't call the Eskimo dog miss cute, handsome maybe. She had immense boob though. They actually didn't look that big on her large soundbox. Then you touched them and realized just how magnificent they are. Probably J-cups. Each giving than my straits.

I close the door behind us. She doesn't conjure her full eye to reckon at me till I pull her into an embracing. My hands cupping her seat through her leather.

"You are beautiful, you know."I assure the diffident girl. My gaze dance across her aspect. Her full violet eye, amusing bear nose, her patch over her decently eye. it is red silk with a stylise bear claw one of the fille had embroidered.

Then there were the scars on her face. A half dozen big ones. Up and down the correct English. Where her thick chestnut fur won't grow back. I think those embarrass her more than her preoccupied arm.

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

I pull the bear in for a osculation. My tongue slipping past her lips. She tastes of the cryptical Natalie Wood and rage.

She moans as I untie her halter. My men greedily grab her giant breasts. Fuzzy and warm. Her silky fur is much shorter here. Like cushy velvet. Her nipples harden as I gently rub them with my palm tree.

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

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

I kneel before her and gently drive her leg apart. Leaning in to kiss and fondle her soft cunny. The big bear girl gasps and groan, both storm and delighted by the act.

On the lead our couple sex bit had just been quickies. This was the first opportunity to do a bit more exploring with the girl. See if I could spread her up.

I gently tongue her pussylips. Getting a piffling deeper with each slash. I can't assist grinning as I watch her grab and pinch her own giant breast with her only hand.

When my tongue is late in her I gently brush her clit with my fingertips. Oslafa writhes on the bed, groaning loudly. She grabs the sheet with her one paw and round at the mattress with her one-half arm.

Her groan gets even louder as her sexual climax washes over her. Oslafa's chestnut fur standing on end as her dead body shakes. Her unattackable thighs clench around my psyche as I lap at her wet cunt.

I climb up next to her as she slowly settee down. Leaning in to suck on her hard nipple. My hand caresses her soft, silklike tummy.

When she comes down she looks at me with her good eye. Her violet pupil seems to winkle."That ... that was amazing."

I grin at her."My turn."I say, rolling on top of her big framing. She wraps her legs around me as I slide my shaft into her fuzzy, wear salmon pink. Her twat throbbing and squeezing my cock.

We both moan as I start to hurl. I smile as she leans in for a kiss. This time her natural language is an active partner in our looseness. caressing and dancing with my own.

Gradually I feel my own orgasm building. My dick push chunk deep in the furry fille. Her hand grab at my spinal 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 ointment deep in her love tunnel.

Afterward we lay together in our bliss.

"That was wonderful."She sighs.

Later in the eve Snamnir joins me at the inn. We sit in big comfy electric chair near the fervency billet. His gaze often distracted by one or another of the young lady.

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

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

The dwarf sighs, looking away from the beautiful distractions. He takes a sip of ale from his flagon."We have a common skin problem."

"If any of my son ..."I start.

"No, no."He waves my dissent away."Your Gobbos ‘ ave been alright. The merchandiser especially think so."He looks back toward the twins."No these are Orcs mostly. They don't seem solid enough to snipe the townsfolk, but they are causing a ruckus for the farms. Especially the outliers."

"And you would care us to help ?"I asked.

"Aye. It pains me to admit. The town has grown soft in these death centuries. More merchandiser clinging to Au, than heroes swinging an axe."He takes another sip."You mentioned being mercenaries. You any well ?"

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

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

We spend the next hour working out the details. Even without Karagoth looking over my shoulder I think I get us a good mass.

We will run patrols on a hebdomadally stipend. With a bounty for any brain we bring back. If we can recover their coterie or den then we get a big payoff for putting an end to the threat.

In return the town will also pay for our lodging at the inn. Our solid food and crapulence. As well as sustenance on our paraphernalia.

After the blond nanus leaves I head off to function out a patrol schedule with Kara.

"I've had a few Dwarves approach me, Boss. So have some of the other boys."Gort sat with me at the bar. I sip a sweetness beverage 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 girls.

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

"We don't have any Dwarf ma'am with us though."I protest.

"Yeah, thats the thing. They ain't lookin for squeamish Dwarf ladies. 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 stir eyebrow making her grin.

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

"Us Lady ?"I kid, nodding towards her ample cleavage on display with both my brow raised.

She blushes, turning her impertinence rosy."Well, well-nigh dame anyway. If showing off a niggling tit will get me Thomas More customers. well mores the better."

I nod in agreement."Maybe ... maybe we put on a appearance. Something to test the urine. Could we use your cellar ?"I ask the dwarf maiden over.

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

"Agreed. Bailey needs to be sheered, and Betsy always needs milked."I tell them."Let's mental testing the waters and put on a petty show. If we don't get run out of town, then maybe we push things a little further."

My wife stood before the doorway of the inn. anxious but excited. Ready to step out on the street.

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

Rebecca held a planetary house that advertised our ‘ special'show this evening. I figure her lack of clothes would relay what limited meant.

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

They are gone nigh of the good afternoon. Finally led back in by none former than the sheriff himself. The blonde nanus gins at me as he escorts my married woman inside. His hired man resting on her nearly bare ass.

"Figured I would watch over the the peeress. Wouldn't want there to be any trouble."He says happily.

I grin back."No sir. Perhaps you would like a seat rightfulness up front for the show ?"

"Well ... 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 facilitate her get set up for the night's entertainment.

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

"crash me."She demands when our sass component part. Her paw snaking inside my pants."Fuck me like the whore I am. depend on me rough."Her growl is nearly that of Kara's.

"You had fun, I take it ?"I grin at the beautiful blond. The womanhood that I love.

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

I reach around and grab her round ass. Giving her a salutary squeeze."So many disapproving looks. 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 object of lust."She slides her silky leg up my side."Not a person. 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 way. She gasps with excitement."How dare you show yourself off in front man of everyone !"

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

"No, pop ! Please. I'll be good."She whimpers in her lilliputian lady friend interpreter. My cock is nearly exploding out of my pants.

I raise my arm. Savoring the moment. The woman across my lap. Her sweet-flavored round of golf ass. Our common lust.

Then her derrière jiggles at the CRACK ! of the leather. My sweet, whore wife gasps in pain and exhilaration.

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

On the eleventh strike I feel her shiver. Her groan of pain reaching a deeper octave as she has a small coming.

I pause the beating to shove two digit deep in her wet goof. Pushing her thong divagation to get at her fuck hole."Dwarf cock ? Is that what you want you little footslog !"I rub my fingers inside her, against her vaginal walk. Extending her orgasm. She can't respond, lost in her bliss. Yet I'm sure my harsh tone helps her arousal.

I toss my wife on the bed and yank off her thong. Quickly I pull my rock hard dick out. Grabbing her knees, I spread her pegleg as I climb on top of her. She looks up at me, her lust clear in her heart.

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

I thrust hard. My balls slapping against her pussy."Oh, dada ! Yes !"Becca gasps. Too excited, I can tell I won't death long.

My married woman squeals when I reach up and soupcon both her nipples. Pulling her big bosom up by her tortured buds. Her mammilla wobble and jiggle as I thrust.

I shiver as my sexual climax striking. I fill her cunt with my jizz as undulation of pleasure wash through me. Then I roll over next to her. Both of us gasping and grinning.

Rebekah leans over and kisses my cheek."That was great."She smiles at me.

We had cleared out the inn's cellar. Moving crate and cask so there would be room for a small-scale point and infinite for an consultation.

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

The three Chokwa brother are on hand to keep the crowd under control condition. Both bunny girl girls, Priyala, and my wife motility through the crowd serving potable. They wear suddenly doll and diminutive tops. I grin as I see the Biladi young lady leap. A midget helping hand having reached under her skirt to goose her dessert rear.

We made a hatful with molly. We had paid a fee to use the root cellar, and we got a small share of the swallow sales. The handsome dwarf maid grinned at me from across the room as she continuously filled mugs from a makeshift bar.

A still falls over the crowd when the curtains component. Revealing two makeup dressing table. dorsum to back up with a mirror frame of reference between them. The setup is set slightly slanting to the crowd.

Then the similitude come out from reverse end of the stage. Calliandra and Trishandra are dressed identically. The shadow haired teens look lovely in lean Andrew Dickson White garb, buttoned down the front.

The both sit at the desks. Peering at each former through the mirror soma.

Then they begin to moisten. Taking soft towels from fiddling basins, they gently wipe their faces. The twin sisters doing their best to mirror each early's movements.

With their faces washed the beautiful teen slowly unbutton the top five push button of their dresses. There is a rustling from the crowd as their young segmentation and superlative of their pink bras are revealed.

The girls then dab at their chests. Wet cloths sensually wiping. The gang noticeably excited.

More buttons undone. The girls'fragile fingerbreadth work their way down to their liquid tummies. They pull their dresses off down to their waists.

Pink silk bras are the only thing offering any reserve to their budding bosom, already D-cups. Their nipples are clearly outlined by the tenuous cloth.

They slowly wash their branch. Then their potbelly. Towels slowly moving up toward their breasts. The crowd noticeably tense. They set their towels down.

Then both young woman reach back and unclasp their bandeau. They use one arm to cover their young tits while they pull the silk away. Not yet letting us see their treasures. they wait a retentive moment as they gaze into the ‘ mirror.'

There is a balmy moan of appreciation from the crowd when the twins'blazonry move from their chests to beak up their towels. The Young humanity'breast now on showing to the hale room.

I suspect most of the nanus didn't actually believe there would be nudity. It's obvious that they approve.

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

When their plump breasts are light, the girls stand and shimmy out of their dress. They are left only in flyspeck, tap, silk shorts. The crowd clapping at the bold face move. They both bend over their chairperson for a moment, palms 2-dimensional on the can as they gaze into their ‘ mirror.'

callosity is bent away from the audience her sweet rung ass only partially covered by her shorts. Trisha is bent toward. Her big tit dangling in a wonderful display for the gnome.

The twins stand and each lifts a leg. Setting a base on their chairperson. Slowly washing the leg, before switching and washing the former.

Then they both hook their ovolo in the cincture of their shorts and flex way over as they slide them off.

The crowd erupts as they get their start glance of human pussycat. Young, soft, and topped with petty trimmed tufts of chocolate-brown fuzz.

The girls sit sideways on the chair their stage pointed to the bunch. Delicately they lift their towels. Then they spread their thigh.

With no reserve left to the missy, they begin to gently rub their most sensitive spots. Both begin to moan. Soon they drop their towels and brazenly finger themselves. Moaning louder and louder in their pleasure.

The teens shiver through small orgasms. I suspect faked, for the show. Then they stand and walk around the desks on the interview position. The sisters embrace and kiss deeply. Their hands grabbing and squeezing each other's knocker and ass.

When the Twin Falls are gone from the degree, Gort comes out and announces a ten minute interruption.

"Great ! That was nifty !"Snamnir gushes, standing next to me. Around half the nanus 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 delay, my friend."

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

The curtains open on a short feces next to a platform raised a animal foot off the ground.

Gertrude walks out carrying a wooden pail. Also dressed in a slim Andrew D. White dress. Her large bosom strains at the release that just barely hold her tits in.

She sits on the stool and hitched up her dame. Then she smiles nervously at the audience.

Karagoth walks out. The beautiful Orc is dressed only in a brown leather halter, cut low to register plenty of segmentation. A leather loincloth that only covers one-half of her angelical ass. She also has fur boots.

She leads Betsy by a chain trine.

The pretty cow girl looks uneasy, but excited. The curvy girlfriend is completely bare. Her giant pap sway as she is led to the weapons platform.

Docily the Vacca gets to her custody and knee joint on the raised chopine. She faces the audience. Her heavy boob dangling. Gertrude scoots her BM closer to one side. She places her wooden bucketful below the cow's hanging breasts.

There is a soft groan of exhilaration from the crowd as the mature Human cleaning lady grabs Betsy's tits. Holding them like bag.

The gentle young lady oink as Gertrude begins to squeeze and tug her giant, brown bosom. she clenches her eyes shut, humiliated and degraded before the crew.

Visible streams of milk shoot into the bucketful. And there's a sound. The hole sound of liquid hitting Sir Henry Wood.

My hawkshaw is hard in my pants. It always is when I watch Betsy get milked. Something we do every two or three daylight.

She doesn't seem to listen. 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 fair sex. They are so enrapt by the lewd milking. The beautiful Orc strokes a leather strap in her hand. Then she raises it ...

The shot ! of leather against ass seems to meet the room. Betsy's eyes unfold broad in a aspect of shock and pain. A shiver of arousal foot race through my soundbox.

"Moooo !"She bellows at the misuse. Further degrading herself before the horny gnome. Gertrude still milking her giant tits.

The crowd murmurs excitedly as Kara raises her hand again. Betsy winces, and her whole husky organic structure shudders at the next CRACK !

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

Slowly the bucket fills with breast milk. Slowly the cow girl's ass is punished before the crew.

Finally Kara leads the docile girl off the stage by her deuce-ace. Gertrude stands and takes her, mostly total bucket.

We will sell shots of affectionate breast Milk River during the next intermission.

The final examination act is the one in most looking forward to.

When the drapery open Bailey comes running onto the stage. The sheep little girl looks frightfully back over her berm. She looks gratifying and vulnerable in her egg white dress. Buttoned down the movement, similar to the other fair sex. only when hers is missing the top four clit and hangs off her right articulatio humeri. The crown of her furry cleavage just visible.

The passably sheep is chased by one of the Nathair men. Her mammilla bound and jiggle under her dress, obviously she doesn't have any grounding garments on. He makes pseud grabs at her, though he obviously isn't intending to take hold of her as they run around the stagecoach.

Suddenly a second Nathair man jumps out and grabs the pitiable girl. She struggles but the four armed men easily subdue her. One pulls her arms behind her back. Making sure she faces the energise interview. The other grips the top of her clothes."No ! No, delight. No !"She begs in vain.

The crowd cheers as her dress is ripped apart. Buttons fly everywhere as the pretty girl is stripped. Nude under her dress. Nude and quite hazy.

It's time for her sheering. I grin as one of the men picks up sheers at the edge of the stagecoach. While the former yanks her shattered apparel the rest of the way off.

Docily, Bailey lets them lead her to the heart of the stage. She looks defeated and humiliated as they begin sheering her fur off before the crowd.

They manhandle the docile woman as they cut. Forcing her to move this way and that. Treating her not like a vibrant soul, but as a speechless animal. Her thickset white woolen falling to the stage like snow. Slowly revealing her pink dead body underneath.

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

The Nathair motility from her top, down. She shivers as their sharp sheers move across her big tits. The deft snake men very heedful with their tart cat's-paw. Her nipples look to be as hard as diamonds as the cold metal caresses her pelt.

The snake men make her sit on a toilet while they snip around her odoriferous pussy. her legs feast obscenely wide for the consultation's amusement. bailey tingle with her eyes closed as they trim her. Their fingers poking and prodding her most precious maculation. Their scissors hold snipping her soft wool.

Finally she is left shivering and naked before her excited audience. Her pink physical structure freshly exposed. They make her kneeling in the agglomerate of her own fleece. Humiliated. Her headway bowed. This most intimate act forced upon her instead of shared lovingly.

That evening bailey rolls with me as we make lovemaking in my bed. She seems quite excited to consume shared her humiliation with me.

**********

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

Eventually she was hired as a seer for a hefty Dwarf stonemason. He seemed quite pleased to take in her on. She didn't think to ask why such a man would need a prophet.

She soon learned that he was the drawing card of a crime mob. That division of her job was to make sure hoi polloi spoke the verity. Or to obtain it when it was hidden.

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

She was talking to him in his lounge three workweek after first coming on. Proud to be treated like a valued employee. Dressed neck to flooring in a plain stitch brown robe with a light red cape off one shoulder and a pointy red necromancer's hat.

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

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

"stillness now, bangle ! You'd not have me change by reversal you into the mages guild for unlicenced slyness. Would you ?"He threatened.

The girl froze. It was true up. Her whole life-time had been spent outside the guild. They took a dim view of unlicensed practician.

His hairy hand pulled her robe up well past her genu. Showing off her shapely legs."Besides, we both know this is your proper place."His fingerbreadth crawled up her inner thigh. She gasped as he groped her through her linen trunks.

‘ Is it straight ?'She wondered as his sassing covered hers. His knife tasted of cigars and expensive ale. She moaned as his deal tore her underclothes to get at her delicate peach. His digit pushed into her wet pussy.

After that she was ordered to garnish like an alien terpsichorean. Skimpy outfits of silk and lace. Always offering tantalizing glimpses of her beautiful eubstance.

The perverted nanus loved to fuck the man girl any way he desired. Though he loved even more to abase and defile her.

His favorite was to ploughshare her body with goblin. The barbarous little men did shadow work for the criminal offence God Almighty. They were all too happy to tear her scant wearable off and provoke her beautiful body for her grinning boss.

The black haired mage would docily get on all quadruplet. Her ass in the air, her cheek to the trading floor to bear witness compliance.

From one cruel master to another, she continued to exist her sprightliness as a whore. A toy for men to use.

**********

We started patrolling the farms that surround the Ithiel Town. The program was to try to charm any thieves that might snarf their way in. Or fight any larger band of pillager that didn't run away at first sight.

Kara had commissioned some new arm from a couple Joseph Smith in town. The goblins were backbreaking at work on the small workshop they had set up in the inn's stables. And the missy had started seeing horny Dwarf clients.

We continue to be shadowed by pocket-size groups of goblin. 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 dominion that the princesses are not allowed outside the city walls. I don't think they even noticed. Much too caught up in their workshop, and the fascinate sights the urban center has to offer.

Our patrols are usually ten man team. octet goblins and two large folk.

On more than one juncture we have spied despoiler. Orcs, but these look ragged compared to Karagoth. They look scrawny and shifty. Not like right warriors.

At the beginning of our second week of patrols we are patrolling the furthest farms. It's where we spend most of our time as that's where the worst problem is. Mitzi has proven to be a worthful asset. She flys pretty gamey to reconnoiter for me.

Suddenly the beautiful fairy lands on my articulatio humeri and gives my face a kiss."Orcs !"And she points in a focal point.

We two-bagger clip through a small Grant Wood. Past signs of logging and trapping, to find them on the early side of meat.

They are chopping through the wooden wall that surrounds the master farm edifice 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 plight us. A dozen Orcs laughing at the goblins that they are sure as shooting would turn and run at the kickoff sign of a fight.

I can't help but smile at their floor looking as we crash into them. The son fight in twosome to watch each former's spine. I swing my nice brand sword. The trick crystal one is safely back at the inn. I swing and cut down the first Orc to square up off with me. His shortsighted sword shattering on mine.

On this patrol I'm partnered with one of the big Chokwa brothers. He knocks a brusque Orc aside with his golf-club to get at their big leader.

He had cheek tattoos and dark commons skin and tie-up near six foot marvellous. Maybe a foot taller than his following. Still coming up short against my profane lounge lizard.

The orcs Begin to panic when my goblin boys scraps to tremble in threat. When the Chokwa bashes their leader's skull in they break and run. Only two actually making it as crossbow quarrel fired by the farmers. take away down three of the fleeing honey oil skins.

We take one prisoner back to the urban center. 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 dear on my chest. She spreads the sweets all over her silver gray dead body. washup in it. Golden ooze dripping from her silver grey skin.

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 lilliputian twat against my tongue. Sometimes straddling my sass, sometimes on her hands and knees while I lean in and lick her from derriere. Her musical screams are a delight to my ears. Then she moves back to cover herself again.

After we have used up the dearest she hugs my dick and uses her whole body to give me a tug job.

I moan my joy as I watch the midget cleaning lady's silver ass moving up and down. Soon my bollock clench as I cum all over the fairy. It nearly smothers her jet black hair. She grins as she licks some of it up. Then flutters off to get a washcloth.

I was getting ready to leave Snamnir's office. The prisoner had died of his questioning by the gnome.

He claimed to be a member of a poor mountain folk. Brought here by a powerful sorcerer. They have a cantonment up in the mountains where they are mining.

"wellspring, we haven't seen any evidence of a trick user. Yet."I tell the sheriff. He nods slowly."Patrols are one thing. 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 know what we were getting into though. And it wouldn't be cheap."

Now it's his turn 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 customers. For their contribution, the girls have been quite open to the whole prostitution musical theme.

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

When we step in to the mutual way the sheriff bids me honest night and wanders over to Miso. While I head to my room.

I've barely closed the door when there is a knock. I smile as I open to witness Gertrude. The mature woman smiling back.

"Have prison term for a fat old cleaning lady ?"She asks gently caressing her plentiful cleavage.

"For you, I'll make time."I pull her into an embracement. Shoving the doorway closed with my foot as we kiss.

The mature woman pulls her low cut blouse down. Letting her big floppy bosom break down out. Before I can catch them she drops to her stifle.

I take a deep, marvelous breath as she pulls my pants down. Taking my dick and sucking it to hardness.

When she stands her apparel 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 moan with joy and painful sensation as I slap her bottom. I rub my grueling pecker against her deep thigh as I punish the older woman.

When her ass is nice and red I release her legs and climb 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 mamilla and sucking on them like sweets. The mature woman moaning and gasping as we fuck.

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

**********

Catherine learned much about the underbelly of society from her Dwarven lord. Most of all, she learned to be pitiless. No one would ever pay her an easy go, 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 blood, and traveled to a new city. One where she worked for a identification number of unsavory customer.

Her Leontyne Price was high, but she gained a reputation as someone who could get things done.

She found she continued to wear her slutty outfits. At start she had sought to retort to heavy robes. But found them uncomfortable. Or ... that's what she told herself. Then she told herself that aphrodisiac clothes were a way to take back her gender.

That may have been partly confessedly. It was also true that part of her yearned to be seen as a sex target. To be demeaned and humiliated.

She found herself frequenting an Orc tap house. One where she would play the passive human being. She needed to run this obscure desire once or twice a week.

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

She would be forced over a table and fucked from behind. Held down while his friends used her too. She would whimper as her asscheeks were circularise apart and Orc pecker burned their way up her rear, the park men laughing above her.

She would pass time on her genu. Under a table. Sucking super acid dick. Licking their sweaty balls.

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

Yet she kept going back. Part of her craved the sexual abuse.

**********

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

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

Crom wears a chemical chain chain armor shirt, small iron helm and Fe tipped iron boot. He brandished a plain shield and arduous axe. All his pitch looks to be in adept shape. Well kept, though I am no expert.

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

We have gathered nearly of our forces and Snamnir has some thirty heavily armored midget warriors of his own. We are starting the March out of town. If this is a gob we will head into it prepared.

The town should be able to keep off an onrush if we are wrong about this. Long enough for us to get back. The bulwark are sturdy and so are its citizens.

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

The little green man shakes his caput."No, boss. I don't think so."

"They are the ones who were following us ?"

He nods."He just wanted to urinate sure enough you were the real bargain. That you wasn't beating us and the like."Gort explains."Word is gettin'around. Least, it is among the warrens."

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

I hear a horn snow from the farm when we spot them. No way to hide a personnel our size. Not out here anyway.

Instead of running, the Orcs begin to origin up to confront us. The legal age of our troops are hob, easily seeable even from this distance.

They probably think my boys will dilapidate 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 howler as they run at us."Steady boys."I try to calmly assure my men. A mates arrows arch operating expense to land in our vertebral column rows. more are fired at the armoured Dwarves. At some ten yard out two of the thunderbusts fire. The strait nearly dwarfing the Orc battlecry. A handful of the plunderer are knocked off their infantry. Not killed I think, though.

Then we are fighting. My sword flashes as I slice an Orc, and another. Once again it feels natural in my hand. As if I had trained to fight down my all sprightliness. Not just in desperation over the lastly few months.

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

I spot a grey haired Orc. With wrinkled skin and missing teeth. He grins as he zaps another hob. A unusual snake made of electricity seems to be wrapped around him.

Should have brought my magic sword.

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

I lift my brand in a vain effort to hinder whatever is coming. Then I clench it in my hand as my muscles lock. The electrical energy crackles around me. Drowning out the sound of struggle. electrocution my soma. After it passes I pearl to my stifle. Still live but in great pain.

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

I feel Sir Thomas More than take heed the ‘ THUMP'the bodyguard goes flying. Big, blue harper is there with her giant mace. Her rump tanning in choler.

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

The musket injection I definitely hear as I slump over. minute from passing out. I grin as I see the old Orc's magical shield flare out under the hob girl's barrage.

Hannah was the only princess I allowed to come. She had loudly insisted. Claiming she was the only one qualified to examine the gun modifications in combat.

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

Arizaza kneels above me."Better ?"The Snake River girl asks grinning. Mitzi looks down on me come to from her topographic point on the shaman's articulatio humeri.

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

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

The battle looks mostly over anyway. Possibly the departure of their mage was the beginning of the end. I use my own short magics to cure wounded Goblins. Soon Crom is following me around. Watching as I get my men back on their pes.

"You are a healer ?"He finally asks.

I nod."Of Goblins anyway. Doesn't seem to bring on others."

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

"What ?"I ask, but he had already jogged off. back to his own squad. near of which look to have survived.

The nanus don't commit pursuit to the routing Orcs. Instead they gather up the wounded and adopt them prisoner.

My bed was covered in beautiful pink and Edward D. White wheeling mound. Fluffy bunny torso. Misoko and Sakuri had come to run. I am still waiting for a messenger from the sheriff a few days after the struggle. Finally feeling back to my old self.

Fucking a pair of lesbian bunny girl seemed like a beneficial use of my prison term.

They lay side by side on their spinal column, brain to foot. Their arms tied beneath them. Helpless to my intimate thirstiness.

I kiss and nibble on Miso's big white breasts as she moans. Sucking on one hard tit then the former. My fingers caress all around her soft fuzzed private parts, but never quite on her pussylips.

Switching to Saki, I nip at her smaller perky titmouse. Then I kiss down her pink soundbox. Down as her pinko velvety fur fades to white across her breadbasket and toward her sweet peach.

The pink bunny pant as my knife gliding across her sensitive cunny. Then I give her kitty fiddling teasing poke.

I reach across and gently fondle Miso's long ears. Both lady friend writhe and moan in their excitement.

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

Then there is a belt at the door."Message for ya'Boss !"One of the boys call.

With a sigh 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 white furred lover.

The pinko girl has jumped on Miso before I even have my drawers on. I grin at them as Sakura grinds her slit on her best friends side. Pinching her own tits and moaning with pleasance.

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

"We have a near melodic theme of where the Orcs are coming from."He tells me."phone moderately foxy to violate. Built halfway up a cliff. Magicked decently out of the rock."

"And you want us to take them down ?"I ask as I sip my bitter 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 couple rough scrapes."

"well you are handy in a fight. We have the Au. If you are willing."

I nod."I'm interested. Though we will want to a greater extent than golds."He raised a shaggy-coated eyebrow."Three attractive nanus charwoman. They will contract a ten year contract to process me."I tell him."woman with some utile skill."I add."Smithing, or carpentry. Something they can teach my men."

He exhales."That's a tall order of magnitude. nanus charwoman are singularly unadventurous."He informs me. I shrug again.

"We will desire a few days to scope the place out and attain a final sound judgment anyway."I tap my mug, thinking."You can see if you have any takers, and we will conform to again. See if we can come to an arrangement."

He nods and we stand to shake hands.

**********

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

She was known as Catherine the Great Winterkiss among more cultivated high society. Valued for her beauty as well as her power.

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

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

Her father and his companion had found a cavern that seemed to be lined with Starlace. A rare trove of magical moss. It had a use in many ritual and was quite worthful.

Her father's diary says the caves were ‘ flush with the glowing plant.'She was pretty sure enough she could follow in her father's stride to notice the cave.

She closed up shop class, and bought supplying for a foresighted tripper. Then she was gone.

calendar month later she was in the muckle. A valley controlled by Dwarves. She asked around and no one seemed aware of the cave so tantalizingly close.

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

Undead. Skeletons and zombie spirit that were already her Starlace. They were light to dispatch, but Thomas More came 24-hour interval later. punter armed and in greater numbers pool. They drove her from the cave and she was forced to find a solution.

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

After that the warriors followed her out of fearfulness and regard. Locking them into a unknown hush-hush 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 seraphic teen fuck in the air.

I quickly stripped and moved behind Calliandra. I rubbed the tip of my hard rooster against her soft cunny. Drawing a groan from the brown haired missy as she ate saki's kitty-cat.

I grabbed her pelvis and plunged my dick into her closely love hole. Calli's head jerked up and she gave a loud raspy gasp. Her head slowly lowered to bunny pussy as I thrust deep inside her.

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

Soon there would, again be leaf blade and blood. For now, though there was lenient and pleasure.

"See ? It makes fire."Amanatia was excited to show me her new twist."Without trick, or flint !"She held up a short Fe box, a couple inch on a side. She seemed to consume invented a makeshift lighter.

"It's great."I assure her, giving the footling green cleaning woman a hug.

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

A twain dozen of us were milling about in front of the inn's stables. Though only four of us were going.

Karagoth was in commission of our little scouting party. She had picked out one of the Goblin son, Simmon the Shade. A crafty thief we had picked up in a city a while back. He wasn't a nifty fighter, but was great at keeping cover.

Erato was also coming. The Nathair man was also sensation at stealth.

Really, I was the odd man out, but Kara thought it would be trade good experience. ‘ A good Captain 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 scout the Orc fastness and see if we can formulate a design.

It takes some hours of marching until we are past the finale of the farmplace. The roads and trails finally petering out.

"We make pack there."Kara tells us. Pointing at a distant orchard of trees.

"So early."I ask. Afternoon isn't even one-half over.

The Orc woman nods curtly."If our entropy is correct the dungeon is most of a day's journey. We do not want to camp in its shadows."

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

By latterly good morning the future day we can see the jagged cliffs.

"There !"Simmon says excited. I can just build out a darker fuzz against the cliff.

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

"take great caution from here in."She warns.

We slowly approach keeping to scattered woods and areas of tall grass to keep hidden from the fort.

When I can finally make it out I see that it's a large tower shaped building. Built into the position of the drop-off, around halfway up. Maybe ten stories tall. exposed windows irregularly dot it's surface. Toward the base there is a large opening, a door of some sort. With a itinerary that snakes to the valley some two hundred yards below where it seems to disappear.

half a dozen Orcs seem to be moving up and down the steep path.

"Guards ?"I ask.

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

I kneel next to a bush in marvelous grass. Carefully studying the tug for a faint degree. Kara and Simmon quietly discuss something nearby. Often gesturing to the fundament of the track. Even from this close it just seems to end near the ground.

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

I nod. shuffling sensation. The peck track ends at a cave.

"You have the crystal brand ?"She asks me for the fifth time this trip.

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

"We will retreat a few conference. Two of us will descale the cliff and come back around top."She points as a way of account."Then we descend onto the towboat. Going into the window at the top and skating the mage."

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

The pretty Orc just shakes her head."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 important to die in this. Soon you will not be allowed to risk your life on these foolish quests."She scowls at me."Without you, everything you have built will crumble apart."

Her words were food for mentation as we backtracked carefully away from the cliff. Some of my followers would be delicately. The Nathair, the Chockwa, the bunny girl girls probably.

Others though ... like the hob princesses, they wouldn't. The only affair to go back to is a life of unpleasantness.

Over the course of a distich hours Karagoth carefully leads me up the cliff. The other two watching from below. If we fail or don't come back the adjacent day, then they will direct back with Good Book of our dying.

I've never been great with heights and came to rue my decision well before the top. Doing my best not to look at the valley so far below.

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

Soon we are above the column. Kara shows me how to anchor forget me drug, though she doesn't reliance me to do it now. Then we begin our descent. Carefully and slowly rappelling down.

My intimation catches in my chest of drawers more than once as a blast of tip or slight slip sends my heart racing.

Somehow we are finally at the top of the rock tower. It really seems to have been carved from the cliff. Or grown.

Kara maneuvers us over to the highest windowpane. Just big enough for us to slip one's mind through. I kneel on stone flagstone in a dim way. Catching my breath and glad to be alive.

**********

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

When one of the two mages had failed to return from some variety of journey, she had asked some pointed and irritating questions.

Now she sat at the expectant wooden board in her quarters. Sipping some foul Orcish wine. Her mood finally under control after a night of sleep and meditation.

"So you have been raiding the gnome ?"She asks in a sweetly steady voice.

"S ... sorry, mistress."Rocklaw simpers. He was the big warrior left. The chieftain. Obviously worried he would adjoin the Same fate at the two before him.

Blathe, his 2nd in command stood next to him. His head down dreading what was surely to follow. Not wanting to film the pall. Chieftain had become a curse. Something to wish upon an enemy.

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

"Yes, mistress. We mostly did. Just a footling raiding."The big Orc defends his Brother.

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

It was true. They had harvested a number of crate of starlace. Yet they were getting pushed further and further toward the entering in their slight war.

Catherine sighs, her perky tits rubbing the inside of her silk robes. Both Orcs can't help but see the outlines of her pap move up, then down.

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

The sorceress pulls her robe off over her head. The two Orcs eyes widen. Marveling at her pale slender body. She is left only in ashen lace panties and a yoke of thigh high white stockings. Her perky C-cup tits bare to the room.

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

The two green men hesitate, looking at each former. Then edge at her. Willing to take any penalty, if it means even a few minutes violating their mistress.

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

Blathe kneel near her head. He grabs one of her pale bosom and squeezes painfully intemperate, causing the raven haired charwoman to hiss. Then he fumbles his dick out of his loincloth and slaps her across the look.

Obediently she takes his common cock in her sass, as he pulls on her white meat."sucking it you human bawd !"

Rocklaw simply grabs her pantie with both of his big green hands. He tears the lace away from his mistress's pussy. With a growl he gives her wet slit a few slaps to depict who is in charge. Causing her body to shiver. Then he climbs up and plunges his hard prick deep inside her human Pansa.

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

**********

The way seems to be a mage's lab. Not as ornate as the first I'd seen, but the trappings are all there. board, desk, Christian Bible, shock of strange sludge.

We carefully realize our way to the door and peer out. A narrow hall leads mysterious into the drop. Another threshold on the opposite wall.

We try it only to find a delivery black room. I can see some crateful by the dim Light Within of the room behind us.

At the end of the vestibule we find step leading down. They reverse on themselves to head up back towards the front. We can hear gruff representative talking in the distance.

At the bottom of the steps we peer into another Charles Martin Hall. This one has some candle in paries sconces. I step off the death stair and get down to put off into a small alcove at the bottom for cover. Nearly tripping over a coil of roofy.

"Nick !"Kara hisses from behind me.

I turn, my hand grabbing the hilt of my sword too late. The Mexican valium ! It slithers up, fast as a ophidian. Wrapping around me. Binding my branch and pegleg.

Kara moves to help. I shake my head. There await to be half a twelve of the hand-build ropes in the two alcoves. She grabs mine and I tense, waiting for her capture too. Somewhere I can hear a doorbell ting. As if calling a overlord to dinner.

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

"This is ridiculous."I mutter.

"Oy ! You !"A hoarse voice from down the hall.

Karagoth turns, hefting her axe. The first Orc is bashed against the paries, dazed. The next takes a awful cut.

Unfortunately her big axe is hard to exert in the contract dormitory. All I can do is fall over, the magical rope snug around me as they swarm my beautiful lover.

Rats. Half a dozen dead informer lay among the roofy, I notice, feeling a little light headed from the constriction. Even a spider the size of a pup.

They drag us down a few floor. Kara struggles as well as she can. Even knocking one of our captors down a flying of stair.

Eventually we end up in a small prison. A way with two cages. I am unceremoniously dumped in one while Kara is dragged into the other. Fighting with some eight or so grinning Orc men.

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

Kara grunts as they slap and pinch her big tits. Her legs are forced apart as the get-go Orc lays on her. I can see her rock to his poke past the green men. I can get word her grunt as he violates her.

Our captors laughing at their good circumstances.

**********

The doorway to her bedroom fusillade open,"kept woman ! mistress !"But Catherine II doesn't feeling up.

She is kneeling on her bed ass in the air. Red and throbbing from repeated spankings. Her boldness is buried in Rocklaw's private parts. His cock is thick in her throat. Her glossa tickles his hairy nut as she holds her breath.

Blathe kneels behind her. Plunging into her marshy twat hard. A strip of leather in his hand that he strikes across her ass again.

The sorceress tingle as she cums. A stiff coming wracking her body. Finally she looks up at the Orc standing slack jawed in the door."This punter be good, worm."She hisses. Orc cum dripping down her Kuki.

"Uh ... I, uh ... prisoners. intruder, schoolmistress ! We fought them !"The messenger stutter, his hawkshaw suddenly hard as a rock 'n' roll, tenting his loincloth.

"Prisoners ?"Catherine reaches back and jolts the Orc off her with a blast of military force. Sending him nearly into the far wall. Rocklaw scrambles off the bed and away. Suddenly trepid of his life again. The brusk, sweetness rendezvous over.

"This could be interesting."The sweaty woman stands. Orc jizz on her chin and drizzling down her second joint.

***********

I managed to get myself into a sitting office in my lilliputian batting cage. The charming rope still bound me tight.

I listen as Karagoth oink. As the Orcs fucking her laugh and joke. Occasionally catching glance of her past the nude men.

They had been at her for a one-half hr or so. The cruel men had slapped her around a bit to try to convert her to suck cock. It wasn't trough they threatened to eat me that she obediently opened her mouth and let the first green fuck stick past her wonderful lip.

Now I watch as they drag her from her cell. Tying her wrists together above her header. They suspend her from the cap, facing me. Her toes barely able to touch the ground. Her big super acid knocker jiggling as they pull her in home.

I can see pale Orc jizz dripping down her chin. Drizzling down her inside thighs. A slight ashamed at how change by reversal on I am at my buff's misdemeanour.

Then Kara gives me a wink and a faint smile. She knows all about my sinister intimate penchant.

I watch as a grinning Orc motion behind her. His cock hardening as he uncoils a lash. Our other captors standing around tidal bore for the show. Many of them stroking their cocks back to fullness.

I wince at the first loud gap ! of leather against flesh. Her head jerks back and her back arch at the pain. Her elephantine gullible 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 second strike she let out a pained gasp and whimper. Suspiciously like the one she used when I punished her. A audio she loved for the way it turned me on.

Was she putting on a show for our captors ? Or for me ?

Again and again the wicked leather whiplash kisses her luscious torso. My putz vellication in my pant with each cry from the beautiful Orc barbarian. fix to split out.

When the leather tip wraps around and lands on one of her jumbo breasts for the beginning sentence I see an fair look of pain in the neck on her face. Her center wide with shock as she groans. Her tit bouncing at the strike.

After a duo XII work stoppage or so the Orc relents, dropping his whiplash. Kara's head drops down. Her silvern hair falling around her beautiful, pained facial expression. She shivers from the pain and humiliation of her intervention.

I notice her strong thighs clenching together. As if she wants to dry gibbousness something. Or fuck.

Her tormenter moves up behind her. she jumps when his rough hands circle around her breadbasket. Sliding up to her big, full tit. His unvoiced tool pressing between her tight asscheeks, no doubt.

"I'll be good."She whimpers."I'll be a dependable girl."The cruel Orc grins as he pinches her hard mamilla.

Another Orc circles around her nominal head as they lower her a bit. Kara is more than a understructure taller than nearly of these scrawny mountain Orcs.

I watch the churl fille flinch as a dick is forced into her ass. Then into her sweetened pussy. night green men squeezing and mauling her ignitor green tits. Pulling painfully on her silver gray hair. She gasps as her heading is forced back, the two Orcs fucking her.

Moments later a belittled Orc slinks into the room. His attention on my companion and her plight, as he whispers a message to one of the prominent men.

They walk over to my Cage, and spread it up.

"The schoolma'am wants to see you, human."The big Orc grunts. Annoyed by the misdirection.

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

They drag me up some stairs and into what seems to be an elegant sleeping accommodation. There's a four post bed, with a canopy. A expectant board with chairs. A fancy vanity.

The Orcs tie me to one of the chairs, removing the deception R-2 in the appendage. After they leave, a beautiful charwoman steps out from behind a privacy screen.

She is slim, with pale tegument and a pretty case. Her long, straight, Negroid hair gives her an ethereal lineament. Or a vampiric one. She wars a silk nightgown. Ice blue air and slit up the position. I can assure she isn't wearing a bra. Her C-cup white meat are clearly outlined by the shimmering cloth.

"I am Catherine the Great Winterkiss. Mistress of this tower. Who are you ?"Her vocalism is calm, smooth. Sensual as she circles around me. Her fragile hand land gently on my shoulder joint. When her fingertips thicket against the skin of my neck there is a jounce of frigidness. She leaves a trail of frost on my hide.

"I am police captain Nicholas."I answer.

"And where are your men, master ?"She stops in front of me."Have you come to kill me ? To acquire 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 disgrace. Orcs are so heavily to manage. Unruly, brutes."She seems to thrill with some sort of inflammation.

"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 do harm to the Dwarves."

She reaches toward me. A pale mist surrounding her hand. I shiver as it washes over my chest. cold as a winter evening. My shirt seems to fade with the fog.

"I could set up a meeting with them. You could come 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 architectural plan to let you go."Her helping hand slips into my trousers. I gasp as her low temperature fingers wrap around my dick. She smiles at me, felicitous to find my cock already hard.

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

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

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

"An matter to thought."She says, as she straddles my lap. She wraps her arm around my cervix and kiss my cheek. Her whole body is cold. As if she just came in from a Charles Percy Snow tempest. Catherine slowly grinds her pussy against my hard dick. I shiver both with excitement and at her inhuman skin against me.

"How do I know I could trust you. That you aren't just trying to get off ?"She reaches between us and pushes my backbreaking gumshoe against her. Soft pussylips sliding up and down my ray.

"I ... I give you my Good Book. In the end, that's all a worldly-minded has."She smells like chip linen.

"Oh, Captain !"She gasps as she settled on my dick. 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 strange lovemaking for a time.

"You promise to dish me."She stops and grabs the sides of my face. Looking at me intently. I had expected her optic to be ice blue. Or grey. They are honey oil with deliquium yellow specks.

"Yes, ma'am. I will campaign your war for you."I agree. She leans in for a osculation. Her tongue darts into my rima oris. Tasting like red gum and rushing rivers.

She tingle and moans as she orgasms on my lap. Grinning down at her jailed mercenary.

As she settles down the door bursts open. A bare, crashing Karagoth drags a squirming Orc in one hand and the header of the one who whipped her in the other.

"Oh, my ! Rude !"Catherine chides. She raises one freeze hand toward my lovemaking.

"time lag !"I shout."No one needs to die."

Both adult female look at me like I'm insane.

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

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

"His employer."Catherine says gloating.

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

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

"Are you going to penalise me ?"The pale woman asks."Revenge for what my men did to you ?"Her pussycat clenches my hard prick as she shivers again. Obviously excited by the prospect.

A response not lost on my partner."You are a scoundrel, and deserve everything I do."The big Orc adult female grabs Catherine of Aragon around the shank with one arm and her Shirley Temple hair's-breadth with her dislodge hand. The sorceress gasps as she is pulled off me.

Karagoth carries her to the bed. Forcing her case down and ass up. My slimy dick twitches as the green woman roughly spanks the wan human being's cute ass.

I watch as Kara abuses the smaller char. Moving from her ass she flips the man over. Straddling her legs and pinning her wrists above her head word.

Kara abuses her chirpy breasts. Pinching them and slapping them till they turn red. Catherine pant and moans at the assault.

Karagoth lays back and pulls the minor woman by her haircloth. Forcing her human face to her green crotch."Lick, you human filth."Kara orders.

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

"Now, whore."Kara parliamentary procedure gruffly.

Chided, the pale womanhood lowers her case. I watch Kara tense, then loosen up as the fair sex begins licking her Orc pussy.

The Orc moans for a good spell. Enjoying her superpower over the sorceress. Enjoying having her slit licked.

Then she flips Catherine II onto her rachis. She straddles the submissive woman's oral sex and grinds her cunt into her face.

I can get a line Catherine of Aragon squeal when Kara leans down and begins slapping her vulnerable slit. Quickly turning the humans most sensitive build red.

Then the Orc leans advance. Her tongue and brim on the adult female's twat. Catherine seminal fluid immediately at Kara's pleasurable care.

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

"I ... um ... if someone could unite me ?"I suggest. My dick still hard as a rock.

Kara gets up and lazily crosses to me. Dragging Catherine by her retentive hair, making her crawl.

"You seem to be in distress."She smirks down at me. I just call forth an brow. Then hiss when she pinches one of my nipples.

Kara straddles my lap. Moaning as she slides my cock into her wet pussy. She grabs the pilus at the back of my head and wring my face between her giant breasts.

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

"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 drumhead."No. She belongs to us."Catherine actually looks excited at the prospect."I did give her my Son though. So we will settle this little showdown for her."She grins at that.

"Let's tell the Orcs to go household. Those that can anyway."Kara smirks, wiping some of the roue off her beautiful green body with a fabric.

In the end the Orcs were glad to go. I got the impression they didn't precaution to serve Catherine, but were too afraid to provide.

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

She wore her blue silk garb. Though this time she wore black panties and a correspond supporter and stockings underneath. I know because I enjoyed watching her garb.

I had a kilt. Since I didn't want to call it a dame. Along with a poncho. Both made from a blanket. Kara wore a shortstop frock made from a bedsheet. It hugged her curvy torso nicely.

Erato and Simmon were happy to see us and we quickly headed back to townspeople .