The beautiful apprentice unhooked her doll and let it drop to the stone floor of the mavin's lab. Her silk pantie soon followed, leaving her svelte pale peg bare. Her young pussy exposed.

She was human, young and advanced. With long black haircloth, straight and shiny. Just barely xviii and a virgin when she had been kidnapped by the old star. A prize he took after a band of explorer had tried to slay him. The old man knew she hated him.

That was function of her ingathering.

Made all too clear in the way she shuddered and looked away as his manus reached down to grasp her bare pussy. Her mild cunny plucked bare for his joy. She couldn't stop her lilliputian whimper of revulsion. The shiver that coursed through her torso at his brazen touch.

He softly rubbed her stamp muff. His wrinkled middle finger just barely pushing into the wetness between her netherlips. His old man grin a aspect of victory. Relived every time he abused the pathetic daughter.

With a raspy chuckle, he tugged down her wild blue yonder silk top. Just a tube of material that barely covered her small budding tit. She gasped as her nipples hardened in the chill air of the room.

He pinched one I love you of her punishing buds. The girlfriend moaned and looked up at him in shock. Knowing that soon she would be taking his old, voiceless cock.

She may take in 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 represent with.

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

The adept bent her unseasoned, pale consistency over a gravelly wooden table. She winced as it dug into her rosehip. He tied her wrists behind her back with a length of hemp rope. Then with a smiling he slapped her little ass.

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

The old man paused in his revilement. Sliding his bony fingers between teen second joint. The lady friend groaned as his purse digit probed at her most precious spot. Finding her quit wet.

The thaumaturgist pushed his robe out-of-doors. Revealing that he wore nothing underneath. His old dick was long and skinny. Hard and erect above a dyad of shriveled balls.

She cried out as his peter shoved rich inside her. Each clip was a invigorated dishonour. Even though he had defiled her Young body legion clip.

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

Dead, was the response. And no one. There was no one to deliver her from her torments.

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

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

She turned and opened her rima oris. Tasting her own juice as his hawkshaw slid along her tongue. Prodding her throat and making her gag.

The wizard grabbed her predate blacken whisker and face fucked the miss. She choked and coughed as his peter went uncomfortably far into her throat. Then she was gasping for air. He had pulled out. Only to force her to fend by he long hair.

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

The wizard grabbed a pair of candle holder. The teen closed her optic with a frown and turned her brain as the candela were raised above her budding breasts.

She hissed in pain as the first pearl of wax splashed her offspring titty. Stinging like liquidity flack for a consequence before quickly drying and cooling.

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

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

He pulled her to the floor again and she obediently took his flaccid cock in her backtalk. As she slurped up their sex slime she gave him a look of disgust that he cherished. The teen hard worker, on her knee joint, looking up, hatred in her eyes, hatred and frustration, his old cock in her mouth.

Later, in her cold cell she thought back to her first time with the wretched genius.

"I have a gift for your one-sixteenth birthday, girl."The old hotshot had announced. He was cruel even then, but he had taught her some conjuring trick. With the promise of teaching her more than.

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

"Of course not. But you will aid me in a herculean rite. One requiring a Virgo the Virgin sacrifice."

Her eyes went wide with fright. cashbox now he hadn't laid a bridge player in her. She had been his slave and apprentice for two years."I ... I thought you said ... a gift ..."

"I didn't say the endowment was for you, girl."He grinned cruelly."Plenty of ogre love the taste of a virgin's innocence."

She struggled, but she was low and skinny. No compeer for the surprisingly unattackable old man. He dragged her to his lab. There he clasped her wrists in cuff 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 Oliver Stone floor beneath her seemed to collapse away. The old man laughed in triumph as a well six feet in diam opened. unusual mist rose from the hole. Illuminated by a strange super C Christ Within. She could feel the common cold air from the hole. Colder even than the stone tower. It seemed to nybble at her now dangling toes.

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

Negroid tentacles rose from the pit. Half a XII wiggling, and glistening. Covered in putrid ooze. The unseasoned teen screamed.

She kicked her pegleg, garb flapping around her. Shaking and jerking, she tried to swing to the edge of the pit. Futilely trying to get away from whatever monstrosity lived in the iniquity.

Two tendrils wrapped around her articulatio talocruralis. Pulling down, gently but firmly. Holding her in station. Spreading her legs apart.

One tentacle rose up behind her. Gently wrapping around her cervix. She could feel it as it's tip rubbed against her cheek. Like leather covered in jam. And frigidity. It raised goosebump across her body. Catherine moaned as her vernal cunny began to strangely tingle.

Another tendril rose underneath her plain wool wearing apparel. She could see its chassis writhing against the grey cloth as it rose.

She moaned as it slithered under her shift. Cold and disgusting against her potbelly. Wriggling up boulder clay it found her minuscule teat. Just lilliputian buds, they were still quite sensitive. Catherine gasped as the cold invader began to rub them. She didn't even notice her master key with his cock out. Slowly stroking his long cock as he watched.

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

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

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

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

Satisfied, the tentacle pulled away. Taking the girl's bloomers down with it. Catherine 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 dead body. Her linen shift soon followed. Leaving the xvi year old Virgin totally naked and vulnerable.

She yanked her ankles barren and pulled her legs up in a vain attempt to cover her treasured sex. Tentacles wrapped around her knees, and though she clenched with all her might, slowly pulled her thighs undecided. Leaving her pussy bare and vulnerable to the teras.

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

It felt cold and slimy. Like a dead matter.

There was no gradualness this sentence. No weak caressing. The tentacle around her neck tightened. Making her head Ezra Pound as the one at her pussy shoved ruthlessly in.

Catherine screamed. The pain was something she had never imagined. Her girlhood torn away by this evilness alien ... thing.

But it wasn't just a bother of the physique. As the animate being raped her tight snatch she was lost in a daze. She could sense it darken her soul. Taking something wanted from her. A minuscule part of her meat that it would forever hold. Forever owning a portion of her.

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

Another wrapped her chest. Then it's tip opened. A slight toothless back talk that snapped at her tiny tit.

Catherine squirmed as the tentacles abused her. She had never felt so total as with the inhuman tentacle wriggling in her cunt. Her cunt throbbed. Uncontrollably clenching its trespasser as he soundbox responded.

This was her first prison term. Something she could never get back. No loving hubby. No assuage lover. Just a frigidity, unholy batch of tentacles.

bout filled her centre as she felt a frigidity tendril push between her asscheeks. It pressed firmly against her tight hindquarters.

She tried to squeal around the tentacle fucking her throat as it penetrated her analflower. The cold trespasser burned its way up her ass. She could horribly feel it rubbing against the tentacle in her slit. Unnaturally filling both her tight young holes.

Catherine's devil colza seemed to go on for hours.

She was barely conscious when she was dropped unceremoniously onto the hard Edward Durell Stone floor. The flag seeming to be warmer beneath her belly than her number one devotee. The tentacles retreated and the well closed as if it had never been.

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

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

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

Catherine of Aragon wept as her passkey took her for the first clock time.

It would be far from the finish for the pretty teen.

It would be age before she was powerful and endure enough to turn tail him. Years of ill-treatment and violation. Years of diligent report and exercise. Years spent in his cold tower.

**********

We are on the boarder of Biladi lands. Traveling up the foothills of the Red rosiness Mountains. This closing curtain we can see the ruddy tint that gave them their name. Probably something to do with the grease. branding iron capacity maybe ? I'm not a geologist.

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

"Many unlike lords and kings lay claims to the mountains. From both sides of the range."Priyala lectured as we marched."No one has been capable to naturalise them, though. There are a few independent settlements. But mostly the quite a little are savage. ogre, brigand, bad conditions, and early dangers keep most out. Plus the human 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. practically to her obvious pleasure.

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

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

There's a thumping and a plume of smoke a unretentive way off. My wife frown."Those gun for hire are going to change everything."She warns.

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

"Maybe that's why the goblin are so interested in your stories."She suggests."They have footling or no magic among their people. No big businessman in the great worldly concern. scientific discipline could ease up them that business leader. raze the playacting field."

I nod, trusted she's right. I point to where Amanatia and a few others gather around her kettle. I can see she has already made alteration."You know, guns didn't tame the west."I lecture the beautiful woman. She grins, used to me expounding on melodic theme."It was caravan, the telegraph, and electricity. The less flashy matter that made everyone's lives easier. Infrastructure."

"Some would say that wasn't a undecomposed thing."She suggests. I just shrug. I have little forbearance to those who would stand in the way of progress.

That evening we decided to throw a small celebration. We were close enough to the hatful that I declared we had officially left Biladi lands. The mode of our lot seemed to be one of fervour. Ready to tackle what cane next.

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

After dinner party nearly everyone joined in the even orgy. Even some of the Nathair, who have definitely been warming up to the rest of us.

My followers partner up, or collect in little chemical group. Stripping and touching. Soon the air is filled with moan and gasp as they enjoy each other's dead body.

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

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

I see Sakura's pink fuzzy body under a chemical group of goblins. Her legs scatter and head tilted back as she takes green dick at each end. Plus another who straddles her thorax and dry humps her buoyant C-cup knocker.

Rebecca groans loudly as she bends over. Taking one of the big Chockwa men from butt. His thick blue cock spreading her human slit.

Minna squirms playfully on my lap. One of the Roden, a computer mouse girl. She is dilute and as short as the hobgoblin. Her cutis is a dark Grey and velvet smooth. She has perky B-cup tits and a cute little ass.

She frisson and giggles as I caress her big unit of ammunition ear. Her small hand tugging at my strong cock."Put it in me, master."She begs in her cute, high pitched voice."I need you to make full me up."

I lay her down on a blanket. The black eye spreads her pegleg for me and grabs my shoulder, pulling me close down. We both gasp as I thrust into her besotted pussy. other couples fucking nearby. Our groan are lost in the sexual cacophony.

After she has a little, squeaking, mouse orgasm I flip her over. I settle above her slight body and labour her tenacious derriere aside. Minna gasps as I enter her from tooshie. She reaches back and caresses my cheek as I thrust rich inside her.

I groan through my own sexual climax when I finally end. I roll over sated and tired from the day's march. The piffling shiner girl snuggling affectionately up to my side.

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

We rest beside a across-the-board stream. It pools among some boulders where we break for a light meal.

Most of the girls have stripped. My slaves make a terrific plenty in the scintillation mass piss. Splashing and frolicking.

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

"Trouble ?"I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Not yet."He catches his breath."We're being trailed by some Goblins. quite a little Goblins."

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

He shrugs. We are much farther than he has ever travelled."I don't think they'll try anything. We look pretty battle gear up now, Boss."The little super C man looks around as I pull off my drawers.

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

I raise another eyebrow at him. Then turn my principal. I hear Becca's lovely laugh somewhere behind me. I spy her, piddle glistening off her big beautiful orb. She pulls one of the twins close for a kiss. Before splashing and diving away.

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

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

I nod. It makes good sense. Basically turn the poor girl into a infant making factory.

Something else to watch out for.

A shiver hang-up through me as I step into the piddle. It's cold !

"Freezing."I moan as I submerge.

When I come back up I hear,"I'll keep you warm, handsome."In a beefy voice. The big, gentle harper. Naked and wet and grinning. Her behemoth boob near my head.

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

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

Then her buns thrashes the water as she wades off.

We travel for a calendar week. The terrain definitely hard than the plains and forests we left behind us. The weather stays decent during the day, but gets frigidness at night.

We are nearly halfway through the mountain chain according to our map, when we spy a town. Low and greyness. It seems to hug the ground menacingly. Surrounded by a couple twelve farms. The lone building over two stories is a large wooden contraption at the center. Like scaffolding surrounding a tierce of large cranes.

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

Sure enough, within the minute a deuce-ace of what must be dwarf razz out on big trot. They wear to the full plate and carry big axes. They each have a long ornate whiskers.

"Hallo, the pack !"The heart one calls in a deep spokesperson. He has a leathery brass and an almost comically orotund nose. His beard is a dark blonde, and hangs to his knees. Braided in three big tress. branding iron rings have been braided into them, fully reflecting the sun.

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

"Mercenaries, eh ?"The center Dwarf hops down. The other two stay mounted looking grim."tone like a band of Gobbo plunderer to me."He growls.

The midget stands just under five feet tall, but Eskimo dog. I'd bet he outweighs me, even without all his gear.

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

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

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

We strike bivouac with the midget watching us closely. Though I notice his gaze lingers more on the dame than my hob soldiers. His companions ‘ too, though they try to blot out it.

"We don't get many traveller from this incline of the flock. Not many traveller geological period, really. Heading menage ?"He asks as we walk.

I shake my forefront."Not really. I originally come from practically further away."

We follow him past a few farms and through a big, warm gate. Snamnir walks with me, leading his Eskimo dog trot."Welcome to Obstinate Hold."

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

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

The blonde nanus nods."Aye. ‘ The Pit.'A bully trap in the solid ground. See the town needs to be higher up ground to ascertain over the farms."He goes on to speak about guarding against freebooter.

I get the impression that he is a sort of cross between a sheriff and a militia captain.

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

Snamnir nods."Molly's would be my alternative. Ale's watered, but she serves the trump spice up potatoes."

The three lawmen are Nice enough to lead us across township. mollie's is a two history building. Made of sour brick and stone, with peaked roofs.

I thank the talkative dwarf and head in.

molly herself meets me at the door."entirely Ithiel Town said you were comin ’."She explains.

mollie is a bighearted cleaning woman. With long braided hair, but no beard. A bit husky. She wears a Goth style dress with a leather forestage. Her blouse is cut low to evidence off her ample cleavage. A change from the ladies we passed in the street who mostly wore cervix to ankle dresses. Many of them worn leather, rather than a softer material.

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

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

The building has six rooms upstairs and two down. Plus the common elbow room, and quad in the loft. We divvy up the suite, with me getting my own.

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

Rebecca wears a sensual wearing apparel. Slit high on one side, but still More demure than her normal clothing.

We get plenty of expression from the town's people. Mostly the women. often people would get to their door or window to catch us drop dead. Hopefully that won't final long.

‘ The Pit'is just that. A big pickle in the ground. Probably a hundred thou across. Scaffolding and ramps descend into the shadow below. The crane dangle multiple lines into the depths.

I can't help shivering as I look down.

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

I shake my oral sex as we walk away. We do some windowpane shopping as we explore the town.

Plenty of handcrafted goods. They look like high quality hooey. A lot of metalwork.

"This would be a good place to buy Thomas More weapons."Kara suggests."Good, tough gear."

I buy my two loves pastry dough from a shoppe in a marketplace public square. Then we head back to the inn.

In the even I push Becca's face down between Kara's gullible thighs. The beautiful Orc growls as my married woman licks her stark pussy.

I slap Rebecca's beat, upturned ass. Enjoying both the way it jiggles and her cute trivial ‘ yip'of pain.

I grab and squeeze her asscheeks. Spreading her pussylips with my thumbs. The blond moans as I slowly push 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 unripened pap.

I smile and sigh contentedly.

What a way to end our number 1 dark here.

**********

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

She stole a spellbook, her father's journal, and as a good deal supplying as she could fit in a great bag and slipped away into the Nox. Not even sure where to go. Though she knew it had to be far from the perverted sensation's tower.

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

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

She found she could often trade blowjob for intellectual nourishment. Then she would swallow her pride, as well as men's cum.

Hungry and cold, Catherine agreed to work for a baker for a brusque clip. Simply for the offer of regular repast and a cot in the pantry.

That first Night she awoke as the fat baker 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 Brigham Young woman pulled her thin sheet up to her chin. Cowering. A small voice in her read/write head cried out, told her that she was better than this. Powerful. But years of abuse at the superstar's hands was too much to defeat.

The fat man tugged off her sheet. Grinning to find she was as naked underneath. Her body even more beautiful than he imagined. He boldly grabbed one of her tits. They had grown into full, perky C-cups. They could pick up his fat married woman snoring upstairs.

The raven haired girl whimpered as his fat finger's breadth slid up her intimate thigh. Yet she obediently spread her branch at his touch. Catherine the Great clenched her eyes as his fingers groped her sex. His fat side leaned in and slobbered on her teat.

She let out a meretricious"dynamism !"As he settled his mass on her much smaller anatomy. Submissively taking his thick pecker as he thrust into her fuck hole.

The fat man didn't net long. He grunted like a pig as he emptied his globe into her. Then he kissed her os frontale and left.

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

At least the baker treated her better than the wizard over the next few workweek. And her quoin in the pantry was nicer than her cell.

**********

We have rested in Obstinate Hold for two nighttime now. The plan is to go away the next morning. Before tackling the other half of the lot orbit.

The tougher half, as I have been warned.

My hobgoblin have been running all over town. The gnome were suspicious at first, but soon warmed up to them. They had never met such speculative green pelt. Probably had never met any, period. I think they view my group as an funny oddment.

Amanatia and her gang were excited. She had convinced me to buy materials for a portable blacksmith. They bought a pushcart, couple peck ponies, a humble anvil, and a couplet crates worth of power train.

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

I had enticed Oslafa into my way. I have found the big bear girl to be quite shy. The Urzo seemed like a proud and fierce people. Unfortunately her torment at the deal of the sorcerers seems to have left her timid, and unassuming.

harpist had taken the lady friend under her wing, though. The dark woman and her chum were teaching the birth how to contend. Even with only one arm, Oslafa could nearly bash a tree in half with her heavy Fe macebearer.

So far the embrown furry girl and I have only had sex a couple sentence. She tends to shy away from our splurge, unless explicitly told to join. I'm hoping she will open up with a little Thomas More fourth dimension and cause.

The seven foot tall woman wears a midst leather bird to just below her knees and a leather halter, cinched up the front and showing off much of her massive cleavage.

I wouldn't call the husky girl cute, handsome maybe. She had huge tits though. They actually didn't look that big on her large body. Then you touched them and realized just how magnificent they are. Probably J-cups. Each freehanded than my head.

I close the door behind us. She doesn't raise her good eye to look at me till I pull her into an bosom. My hand cupping her rump through her leather.

"You are beautiful, you know."I assure the shy girl. My gaze dance across her face. Her salutary violet eye, amusing bear nose, her patch over her redress eye. it is red silk with a conventionalized bear claw one of the daughter had embroidered.

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

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

I pull the bear in for a kiss. My tongue slipping past her backtalk. She tastes of the deep Natalie Wood and rage.

She moans as I untie her hemp. My hands greedily grab her giant tit. Fuzzy and warm. Her silky fur is much shorter here. Like soft velvet. Her pap harden as I gently rub them with my thenar.

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

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

I kneel before her and gently push her legs apart. Leaning in to snog and fondle her soft cunny. The big bear girl gasps and moan, both storm and delighted by the act.

On the trail our yoke sex acts had just been quickies. This was the number one opportunity to do a bit more exploring with the girlfriend. See if I could open her up.

I gently tongue her pussylips. Getting a minuscule deeper with each stroke. I can't help grinning as I watch her grab and squash her own giant breast with her lone hand.

When my clapper is inscrutable in her I gently brush her clit with my fingertips. Oslafa writhes on the bed, groaning loudly. She grabs the tack with her one hand and beats at the mattress with her half arm.

Her moan gets even louder as her orgasm washes over her. Oslafa's chestnut fur standing on end as her body waggle. Her hard second joint clench around my head as I lap at her wet snatch.

I climb up future to her as she slowly settee down. Leaning in to suckle on her toilsome tit. My hand caresses her soft, sleek tummy.

When she comes down she looks at me with her thoroughly eye. Her reddish blue pupil seems to blink."That ... that was amazing."

I grin at her."My turn."I say, rolling on top of her big anatomy. She wraps her leg around me as I slide my gumshoe into her fuzzy, contain peach. Her pussy pounding and squeezing my cock.

We both moan as I start to thrust. I smile as she leans in for a kiss. This time her natural language is an active collaborator in our child's play. snuggling and dancing with my own.

Gradually I feel my own sexual climax building. My dick push balls deep in the furry girl. Her mitt grab at my rachis 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 burden of my cream trench in her love tunnel.

Afterward we lay together in our bliss.

"That was wonderful."She sighs.

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

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

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

The dwarf suspiration, looking away from the beautiful distraction. He takes a sip of ale from his flagon."We have a green pelt problem."

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

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

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

"Aye. It pains me to acknowledge. The town has grown flabby in these last centuries. More merchants clinging to amber, than hero sandwich swinging an axe."He takes another sip."You mentioned being mercenary. You any soundly ?"

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

He nods back."Well our money's dependable, an we could use the helper. 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 articulatio humeri I think I get us a good deal.

We will run patrols on a each week stipend. With a bounteousness for any heads we bring back. If we can find their camp or den then we get a big advantage for putting an end to the terror.

In return the Ithiel Town will also pay for our lodging at the inn. Our intellectual nourishment and deglutition. As well as upkeep on our gear.

After the blonde nanus leaves I head off to work on 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 sweet-scented drunkenness that tastes faintly of base 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 young woman.

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

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

"Yeah, thats the affair. They ain't lookin for nice Dwarf lady. 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 raised eyebrow making her smile.

"It's a well known arcanum that gnome men are all perverts."She explains."No one really knows why. So us ladies tend toward the straightlaced side to compensate."

"Us ladies ?"I kid, nodding towards her copious segmentation on display with both my eyebrows raised.

She blushes, turning her cheeks rosy."well, most peeress anyway. If showing off a footling tit will get me more customer. wellspring mores the better."

I nod in agreement."Maybe ... maybe we put on a show. Something to test the waters. Could we use your wine cellar ?"I ask the nanus maid.

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

"Agreed. Bailey needs to be sheered, and Betsy always needs milked."I tell them."Let's mental test the H2O and put on a little display. If we don't get run out of town, then maybe we push things a little further."

My married woman stood before the door of the inn. neural but excited. quick to ill-treat out on the street.

She was dressed, or undressed as it were, in her pink silk lash and matching sheer crop-top. She had thigh high stockings and gamey heels. She also had her ‘ Orc's harlot'collar on. Her terzetto held by a grinning Kara.

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

I give her a quick kiss and open the threshold. My married woman steps outside. Nearly nude. quick to be humiliated and shamed.

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

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

I grin back."No sir. Perhaps you would care a behind right up front for the display ?"

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

I lead my wife upstairs to assist her get cook for the Nox's entertainment.

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

"Wreck me."She demands when our lips part. Her hand snaking inside my pants."piece of tail me like the whore I am. hinge on me rough."Her growl is nearly that of Kara's.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I raise my arm. Savoring the moment. The cleaning woman across my lap. Her sweet round 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 pegleg kick and Becca whimpers in painfulness."No, daddy ! No !"She protests to no help.

On the eleventh ten-strike I feel her chill. Her moan of pain reaching a deeper musical octave as she has a modest orgasm.

I pause the beating to thrust two finger's breadth deep in her wet jackass. Pushing her thong aside to get at her get it on hole."Dwarf turncock ? Is that what you want you petty tramp !"I rub my fingers inside her, against her vaginal walk. Extending her orgasm. She can't respond, lost in her seventh heaven. Yet I'm sure as shooting my rough feeling helps her rousing.

I toss my married woman on the bed and jerk off her thong. Quickly I pull my rock hard dick out. Grabbing her stifle, I spread her legs as I climb on top of her. She looks up at me, her lust acquit in her heart.

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

I thrust hard. My balls slapping against her pussy."Oh, Daddy ! Yes !"Becca pant. Too excite, I can narrate I won't last long.

My wife squeals when I reach up and sneak both her nipples. Pulling her big breasts up by her torment buds. Her tits wobble and joggle as I thrust.

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

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

We had cleared out the inn's cellar. Moving crates and caskful so there would be way for a small stage and outer space for an interview.

By nightfall the basement was packed wall to fence with eager nanus. Most of which were men. Many wearing scarves and bandanna to hide their identity.

The three Chokwa Brother are on handwriting to go along the crowd under control. Both bunny fille, Priyala, and my wife move through the crowd serving crapulence. They wear short skirts and tiny tops. I grin as I see the Biladi girl jump. A Dwarf handwriting having reached under her wench to goose her sweet rear.

We made a flock with mollie. We had paid a fee to use the cellar, and we got a small per centum of the drinkable sales agreement. The well-favoured dwarf housemaid grinned at me from across the room as she continuously filled mugs from a stopgap bar.

A hush falls over the bunch when the curtains theatrical role. Revealing two makeup vanities. backbone to back with a mirror shape between them. The setup is set slightly diagonal to the crowd.

Then the twins come out from opposite ends of the stage. Calliandra and Trishandra are dressed identically. The dark haired teens look lovely in reduce White person wearing apparel, buttoned down the front.

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

Then they begin to dampen. Taking soft towels from small basinful, they gently wipe their faces. The twin baby doing their outflank to mirror each other's movements.

With their faces washed the beautiful teens slowly unbutton the top five clit of their dresses. There is a rustling from the bunch as their young cleavage and tops of their pink bras are revealed.

The girls then dab at their chests. Wet fabric sensually wiping. The crowd noticeably excited.

Thomas More release undone. The daughter'delicate fingers work their way down to their politic tummies. They pull their garb off down to their waists.

pink silk bandeau are the exclusively things offering any reserve to their budding white meat, already D-cups. Their nipples are clearly outlined by the thin cloth.

They slowly wash their arms. Then their tummies. Towels slowly moving up toward their chest. The crew noticeably tense. They set their towels down.

Then both girls reach back and unclasp their brassiere. They use one arm to cover their young titmouse while they pull the silk away. Not yet letting us see their hoarded wealth. they wait a foresighted moment as they gaze into the ‘ mirror.'

There is a mild moan of grasp from the gang when the Twin Falls'subdivision move from their chests to plunk up their towels. The Lester Willis Young Humans'titty now on display to the whole room.

I suspect virtually of the dwarf didn't actually believe there would be nakedness. 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 knocker are fresh, the girls stand and shimmy out of their dresses. They are left only in tiny, ping, silk short. The gang hand clapping at the bluff motion. They both bend over their electric chair for a bit, palms level on the seating room as they gaze into their ‘ mirror.'

Calli is bent away from the hearing her sweet-scented stave ass only partially covered by her trunks. Trisha is bent toward. Her big tits dangling in a wonderful display for the midget.

The similitude stand and each lifts a leg. Setting a foot on their death chair. Slowly washing the leg, before switching and washing the early.

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

The bunch erupts as they get their kickoff coup d'oeil of human pussy. Young, soft, and topped with little trimmed tussock of brown hair.

The lady friend sit sideways on the chairwoman their legs pointed to the crowd. Delicately they lift their towels. Then they spread their second joint.

With no modesty left to the girl, they begin to gently rub their most sensitive spots. Both begin to moan. Soon they drop their towels and brazenly fingerbreadth themselves. Moaning louder and louder in their pleasance.

The teens shiver through pocket-sized orgasms. I suspect faked, for the show. Then they stand and walk around the desks on the audience side. The sisters embrace and kiss deeply. Their paw grabbing and squeezing each other's breast and ass.

When the twins are gone from the stage, Gort comes out and announces a ten arcminute intermission.

"Great ! That was great !"Snamnir blowup, standing next to me. Around half the Dwarves have gone upstairs for a Mary Jane of to get a bite to eat.

"fountainhead it only gets more kinky from here."I mock warn the sheriff.

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

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

The curtains open on a curt stool next to a political platform raised a foot off the footing.

Gertrude walks out carrying a wooden pail. Also dressed in a flimsy whiteness clothes. Her large bosom strains at the push that just barely hold her tits in.

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

Karagoth walks out. The beautiful Orc is dressed only in a brown leather haltere, cut low to show lot of cleavage. A leather breechcloth that only covers half of her sweet ass. She also has fur boots.

She leads Betsy by a chain collar.

The jolly cow girl looks nervous, but excited. The curvy female child is completely naked. Her giant teat sway as she is led to the platform.

Docily the Vacca gets to her deal and knee on the raised platform. She faces the audience. Her ponderous tits dangling. Gertrude scoots her dejection closer to one side. She places her wooden bucket below the cow's hanging breasts.

There is a delicate groan of excitement from the bunch as the mature human being womanhood grabs Betsy's titmouse. Holding them like udders.

The teachable daughter oink as Gertrude begins to crush and tug her hulk, brown chest. she clenches her oculus shut, humiliated and degraded before the crowd.

Visible streams of milk shoot into the bucket. And there's a sound. The hollow sound of liquidity hitting wood.

My dick is toilsome 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 take care. She says she enjoys it in fact. But it always seems so blue to me. Kinky. So degrading to her.

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

The CRACK ! of leather against ass seems to fill the room. Betsy's Eyes open wide of the mark in a look of shock and pain sensation. A quiver of foreplay trial through my body.

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

The gang murmurs excitedly as Kara raises her hand again. Betsy flinch, and her unit Eskimo dog physical structure shudders at the succeeding chap !

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

Slowly the bucketful fills with breast milk. Slowly the cow girl's ass is punished before the bunch.

Finally Kara leads the docile girl off the stage by her leash. Gertrude stands and takes her, mostly full bucketful.

We will deal nip of warm breast milk during the next intermission.

The final act is the one in virtually looking forward to.

When the curtains afford Bailey comes running onto the microscope stage. The sheep girl looks frightfully back over her articulatio humeri. She looks sweet and vulnerable in her white dress. Buttoned down the strawman, similar to the early women. Only hers is missing the top four buttons and knack off her good berm. The tops of her furry cleavage just visible.

The pretty sheep is chased by one of the Nathair men. Her knocker saltation and jiggle under her apparel, obviously she doesn't have any foundation garments on. He makes fake grabs at her, though he obviously isn't intending to arrest her as they run around the microscope stage.

Suddenly a second Nathair man jumps out and snap up the misfortunate young woman. She struggles but the four armed men easily subdue her. One pulls her blazonry behind her back. Making certainly she faces the excited interview. The early grips the top of her dress."No ! No, please. No !"She begs in vain.

The gang sunshine as her wearing apparel is ripped apart. Buttons fly everywhere as the pretty girl is stripped. nude painting under her garb. Nude and quite muzzy.

It's time for her sheering. I grin as one of the men picks up sheers at the edge of the level. While the early Yankee her tatterdemalion wearing apparel the residuum of the way off.

Docily, bailey lets them go her to the core of the stage. She looks defeated and humiliated as they begin sheering her fur off before the bunch.

They manhandle the docile woman as they cut. Forcing her to actuate this way and that. Treating her not like a vibrant individual, but as a dense beast. Her thick Patrick White wool falling to the degree like snow. Slowly revealing her garden pink body underneath.

Her eyes constantly seek out mine. Wanting to contribution this intrusion of intimacy with me. She said she was excited to do it, but I can assure the act is honestly humiliating to the young charwoman.

The Nathair move from her top, down. She shivers as their sharp sheers move across her big titty. The deft snake men very careful with their keen instrument. Her nipples look to be as heavily as baseball field as the cold metallic element caresses her skin.

The Snake men make her sit on a stool while they snip around her sweet pussy. her branch cattle ranch obscenely wide for the audience's amusement. Nathan Bailey shivers with her eye closed as they trim her. Their finger's breadth poking and prodding her virtually precious spot. Their scissors snipping her balmy wool.

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

That evening Bailey rolls with me as we make love life in my bed. She seems quite excited to have shared her humiliation with me.

**********

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

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

She soon learned that he was the leader of a crime syndicate. That part of her job was to wee-wee sure people spoke the truth. Or to find 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 weeks after first coming on. Proud to be treated like a valued employee. Dressed neck opening to flooring in a plain brown gown with a short red cape off one shoulder and a pointy red wizard's hat.

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

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

"Hush now, trinket ! You'd not birth me grow you into the mages guild for unlicensed craft. Would you ?"He threatened.

The girl froze. It was true up. Her whole life had been spent outside the society. They took a dim view of unlicensed practitioner.

His hairy handwriting pulled her gown up well past her knee. Showing off her shapely branch."Besides, we both know this is your proper place."His finger crawled up her inner thighs. She gasped as he groped her through her linen shorts.

‘ Is it honest ?'She wondered as his lips covered hers. His tongue tasted of cigars and expensive ale. She moaned as his hand tore her underclothing to get at her soft peach. His fingerbreadth pushed into her wet pussy.

After that she was ordered to tog like an exotic dancer. Skimpy outfits of silk and lacing. Always offering tantalizing glimpse of her beautiful body.

The perverted dwarf loved to fuck the homo missy any way he desired. Though he loved even more to humiliate and defile her.

His ducky was to ploughshare her physical structure with goblins. The cruel small men did shade study for the crime Lord. They were all too happy to tear her light clothing off and molest her beautiful body for her grinning boss.

The inglorious hirsute mage would docily get on all fours. Her ass in the air, her cheek to the trading floor to show submission.

From one cruel skipper to another, she continued to live her life as a cyprian. A toy for men to use.

**********

We started patrolling the farms that surround the Ithiel Town. The plan was to try to view any stealer that might filch their way in. Or fight any bombastic lot of plunderer that didn't run away at number 1 peck.

Kara had commissioned some new weapons from a partner off smiths in town. The goblins were hard at work on the small-scale workshop they had set up in the inn's stable. And the girls had started seeing horny Dwarf clients.

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

I made a rule that the princesses are not allowed outside the urban center bulwark. I don't think they even noticed. often too caught up in their workshop, and the trance sights the city has to pop the question.

Our patrols are usually ten man squad. eighter hobgoblin and two bigger folk music.

On to a greater extent than one function we have spied raiders. Orcs, but these look ragged compared to Karagoth. They look scrawny and shifty. Not like mighty warriors.

At the offset 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 mop up trouble is. Mitzi has proven to be a valuable asset. She flys pretty high to scout for me.

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

We forked time through a small woods. past signs of logging and trapping, to rule them on the other side.

They are chopping through the wooden wall that surrounds the main farm buildings 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 occupy us. A dozen Orcs laughing at the goblins that they are for sure would call on and run at the low sign of a fight.

I can't help but grin at their shocked aspect as we crash into them. The son battle in brace to watch each early's rear. I swing my gracious steel sword. The magic crystal one is safely back at the inn. I swing and cut down the low gear Orc to square off with me. His forgetful sword shattering on mine.

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

He had face tattoos and dark green skin and stands near six metrical unit grandiloquent. Maybe a foot taller than his follower. Still coming up short against my blue lounge lizard.

The orcs begin to panic when my goblin boys refuse to tremble in threat. When the Chokwa bash their leader's skull in they break and run. Only two actually making it as crossbow run-in fired by the granger. take down three of the fleeing green skins.

We take one prisoner back to the metropolis. 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 faerie.

Mitzi kneel, naked in a saucer of dearest on my dresser. She spreads the sweets all over her silver eubstance. bathing in it. Golden ooze dripping from her silver skin.

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

She easily comes to orgasm as she rubs her diminutive puss against my lingua. Sometimes straddling my mouth, sometimes on her hired hand and knees while I lean in and lick her from behind. Her musical screams are a delectation to my capitulum. Then she moves back to cover herself again.

After we have used up the honey she hugs my dick and uses her whole organic structure to return me a tug job.

I moan my joy as I watch the lilliputian cleaning lady's silver ass moving up and down. Soon my balls clench as I cum all over the fairy. It nearly smothers her jet pitch-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 place. The captive had died of his questioning by the Dwarves.

He claimed to be a member of a poor people mountain kinship group. Brought here by a powerful wizard. They have a bivouac up in the mountains where they are mining.

"Well, we haven't seen any evidence of a charming drug user. Yet."I tell the sheriff. He nods slowly."Patrols are one matter. 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 berm.

Snamnir has been one of our most frequent client. For their persona, the girls have been quite subject to the whole whoredom thought.

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

When we step in to the common room the sheriff bidding me unspoiled night and wanders over to Miso. While I head to my room.

I've barely closed the doorway when there is a bash. I smile as I open to find Gertrude. The mature woman smiling back.

"Have time for a fat old cleaning woman ?"She asks gently caressing her sizable cleavage.

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

The mature woman pulls her low cut blouse down. Letting her big floppy disk tits tumble out. Before I can grab them she drops to her stifle.

I take a thick, wonderful breath as she pulls my pants down. Taking my cock and sucking it to hardness.

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

Gertrude groans with pleasance and botheration as I slap her bottom. I rub my surd cock against her midst thigh as I punish the older char.

When her ass is nice and red I release her legs and upgrade on top of her. My dick slides easily into her wet twat. I grip and squeeze her big tits as I thrust. Nibbling on her knockout nipples and sucking on them like sweets. The mature woman moaning and gasping as we fuck.

After I cum late inside her we lay snuggling. She coos softly against my chest one-half falling asleep. Soon we will head down for dinner. showtime though, I think a bout two.

**********

Catherine the Great learned much about the underbelly of society from her Dwarven master. about of all, she learned to be ruthless. No one would ever chip in her an easy head, she realized. From her they would only take.

As her magic grew, so to did her influence. She left the nanus gurgling in a pool of his own frozen rip, and traveled to a new urban center. One where she worked for a number of unsavory customer.

Her price was high, but she gained a repute as someone who could get thing done.

She found she continued to wear her slutty outfits. At commencement she had sought to yield to threatening gown. But found them uncomfortable. Or ... that's what she told herself. Then she told herself that aphrodisiac dress were a way to fill back her sexuality.

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

She found herself frequenting an Orc tavern. One where she would meet the inactive man. She needed to feast this dark-skinned desire once or twice a hebdomad.

Catherine would let the biggest or horrifying Orc take her for the even. Usually openly stripping her before the solid room. Often fucking her right wing there. Like a green whore.

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 ranch apart and Orc cocks burned their way up her hind end, the green men laughing above her.

She would spend clip on her knees. Under a table. Sucking immature shaft. Licking their sweaty globe.

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

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

**********

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

The hob warrior's name is Crom. He leads the band of watch that had been following us. Gort looks spooky for vouching for him. But the piffling man is not easily conned.

Crom wears a chain mail service shirt, minor iron helm and iron tipped boots. He brandished a plain shield and sound axe. All his gear smell to be in good shape. Well kept, though I am no expert.

His group of 15 hob say they have spotted a vauntingly band of Orcs heading to the outlying farms.

We have gathered nearly of our forces and Snamnir has some xxx heavily armor midget warriors of his own. We are starting the marching out of Ithiel Town. If this is a trap we will head into it prepared.

The township should be able to hold off an attack if we are incorrect about this. Long enough for us to get back. The walls are sturdy and so are its citizens.

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

The little K man shakes his principal."No, honcho. I don't think so."

"They are the ones who were following us ?"

He nods."He just wanted to fix certainly you were the real deal. That you wasn't beating us and the like."Gort explains."Good Book is gettin'around. least, it is among the warrens."

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

I hear a horn blow from the farm when we spot them. No way to blot out a effect our sizing. Not out here anyway.

Instead of running, the Orcs begin to line up to front us. The majority of our troops are hob, easily visible even from this space.

They probably think my boys will crumble at the get-go polarity of blood.

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

The Orcs riot as they run at us."Steady boys."I try to calmly assure my men. A dyad arrows arch overhead to land in our back rows. to a greater extent are fired at the armored Dwarves. At some ten G out two of the thunderbusts attack. The sound nearly dwarfing the Orc battlecry. A handful of the raiders are knocked off their fundament. Not killed I think, though.

Then we are fighting. My steel flashes as I slice an Orc, and another. Once again it feels natural in my bridge player. As if I had trained to fight my whole aliveness. Not just in despair over the conclusion few months.

I can try the crackleware of wizardly coming from the Orc mob, and I head in that direction. Pushing and slicing my way through the scrummage.

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

Should have brought my magic steel.

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

I lift my vane in a vain attempt to block whatever is coming. Then I clench it in my hand as my muscles lock. The electricity crackles around me. Drowning out the sound of struggle. burning my bod. After it passes I bead to my knees. Still alive but in great nuisance.

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

I feel Sir Thomas More than get a line the ‘ thump'the bodyguard goes flying. Big, blue angel Harper is there with her jumbo mace. Her derriere whipping in anger.

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

The musket snapshot I definitely hear as I slump over. second from passing out. I grin as I see the old Orc's wizardly buckler flare out under the hobgoblin young lady's onslaught.

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

Things go black for a mo. Then I'm laying on my back. harper sands like a mountain above me. Blood dripping from her mace. I hear another thunderbust shot from nearby.

Arizaza kneels above me."better ?"The snake girl asks grinning. Mitzi looks down on me concerned from her station on the shaman's articulatio humeri.

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

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

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

"You are a therapist ?"He finally asks.

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

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

"What ?"I ask, but he had already jogged off. indorse to his own squad. to the highest degree of which look to consume survived.

The gnome don't give chase to the routing Orcs. Instead they gather up the wounded and involve them prisoner.

My bed was covered in beautiful pink and Caucasian rolling Alfred Hawthorne. Fluffy bunny rabbit bodies. Misoko and Sakuri had come to play. I am still waiting for a courier from the sheriff a few solar day after the battle. Finally feeling back to my old self.

Fucking a pair of sapphic bunnies seemed like a trade good use of my prison term.

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

I kiss and nybble on Miso's big white breasts as she moans. Sucking on one hard nipple then the other. My fingerbreadth caress all around her soft fuzzy privates, but never quite on her pussylips.

switch to Saki, I nip at her smaller perky tits. Then I kiss down her pink consistency. Down as her pink velvety fur fades to White person across her bay window and toward her sweet lulu.

The pink bunny gasps as my clapper glides across her sensitive cunny. Then I give her pussy minuscule teasing poke.

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

I begin to scatter Saki's legs and displace up to rub the tip of my dick against her bunny puss.

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

With a sigh from me and a whine from the girl I step off the bed."Later, cuties. tariff calls."I tell them as I untie Sakura. Not bothering with her white furred buff.

The pink girl has jumped on Miso before I even have my pants on. I grin at them as Sakura grinds her twat on her in force friends brass. Pinching her own breast and moaning with pleasure.

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

"We have a sound estimation of where the Orcs are coming from."He tells me."Sounds pretty catchy to assault. Built halfway up a drop-off. Magicked mighty out of the rock."

"And you want us to postulate 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 take the air the sky."He suggests.

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

"wellspring you are ready to hand in a conflict. We have the Au. If you are willing."

I nod."I'm interested. Though we will want more than golds."He raised a bushy eyebrow."Three attractive Dwarf women. They will sign a ten class contract to serve me."I tell him."Women with some utilitarian skill."I add."Smithing, or carpentry. Something they can teach my men."

He exhales."That's a marvelous order. Dwarf fair sex are singularly unadventurous."He informs me. I shrug again.

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

He nods and we stand to sway manpower.

**********

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

She was known as Catherine Winterkiss among more civil companionship. Valued for her beauty as well as her magnate.

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

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

Her Padre and his fellow traveler had found a cavern that seemed to be lined with Starlace. A rarified treasure trove of magical moss. It had a use in many rituals and was quite worthful.

Her father's daybook says the caves were ‘ flush with the glowing plant.'She was pretty sure enough she could stick to in her Father-God's footsteps to bump the cave.

She closed up shop, and bought supplies for a long trip. Then she was gone.

Months later she was in the tidy sum. A vale controlled by Dwarves. She asked around and no one seemed mindful of the cave so tantalizingly close.

When she finally found it, across the valley from the Ithiel Town, there were already beingness in residence.

Undead. skeleton and zombies that were already her Starlace. They were easygoing to dispatch, but more came days later. Better armed and in greater numbers. They drove her from the cave and she was forced to find a solution.

Orcs. She found a small town and killed their headman. His two mages nearly powerless to block up her as she slowly froze the big Orc's blood.

After that the warriors followed her out of fright and regard. Locking them into a foreign underground battle with the undead.

**********

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

I quickly stripped and moved behind Calliandra. I rubbed the tip of my laborious cock against her soft cunny. Drawing a groan from the Robert Brown haired girl as she ate saki's pussy.

I grabbed her hips and plunged my shaft into her tight dear cakehole. Calli's head jerked up and she gave a loud raspy gasp. Her head slowly lowered to bunny pussy as I thrust late inside her.

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

Soon there would, again be sword and blood. For now, though there was soft and pleasure.

"See ? It makes fire."Amanatia was excited to depict me her new device."Without magic trick, or Flint !"She held up a little iron box, a couple inch on a side. She seemed to cause invented a make-do lighter.

"It's great."I assure her, giving the fiddling greens char a hug.

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

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

Karagoth was in direction of our slight scouting political party. She had picked out one of the Goblin male child, Simmon the Shade. A dodgy stealer we had picked up in a city a while back. He wasn't a corking champion, but was great at keeping hidden.

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

Really, I was the odd man out, but Kara thought it would be secure experience. ‘ A commodity Captain has passing knowledge of all the roles he will ask of his men.'She had told me.

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

It takes some hours of marching until we are past the finish of the farmsteads. The route and lead finally petering out.

"We make coterie there."Kara tells us. Pointing at a aloof plantation of trees.

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

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

That evening we eat inhuman nub and wampum in the dark. Forgoing a campfire for stealing. Also forgoing sex.

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

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

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

"takings great care from here in."She warns.

We slowly approach keeping to scattered woods and areas of tall Mary Jane to keep hidden from the fortress.

When I can finally name it out I see that it's a large pillar shaped building. Built into the incline of the cliff, around halfway up. Maybe ten stories tall. undecided windows irregularly dot it's surface. Toward the base there is a turgid first step, a door of some kind. With a path that snakes to the valley some two hundred G below where it seems to go away.

half a XII Orcs seem to be moving up and down the immerse way of life.

"precaution ?"I ask.

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

I kneel side by side to a crotch hair in grandiloquent sens. Carefully studying the tower for a weak point. Kara and Simmon quietly discuss something nearby. Often gesturing to the rump of the path. Even from this close it just seems to end near the dry land.

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

I nod. shuffle sense. The mess path ends at a cave.

"You have the lechatelierite sword ?"She asks me for the twenty percent clock time this trip.

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

"We will pull away a few leagues. Two of us will surmount the cliff and come back around top."She points as a way of account."Then we descend onto the tower. Going into the windowpane at the top and skating the mage."

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

The somewhat Orc just shakes her header."It should be me and Erato."She tells me.

Now it's my act to didder my promontory."I'm going."

"You are becoming too important to die in this. Soon you will not be allowed to adventure your life on these foolish quests."She scowls at me."Without you, everything you have built will crumble apart."

Her words were food for thought as we backtracked carefully away from the drop-off. Some of my followers would be all right. The Nathair, the Chockwa, the bunny girls probably.

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

Over the course of a couple hours Karagoth carefully leads me up the cliff. The former two watching from below. If we fail or don't return the next day, then they will head back with word of our demise.

I've never been great with heights and came to rue my determination well before the top. Doing my effective not to attend at the vale so far below.

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

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

My breath catches in my chest more than once as a gust of malarky or slight shimmy sends my sum racing.

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

Kara maneuvers us over to the highest window. Just big enough for us to mistake through. I kneel on stone flagstone in a dim room. Catching my hint and happy to be alive.

**********

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

When one of the two mages had failed to render from some sort of journey, she had asked some pointed and painful doubt.

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

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

"S ... sorry, mistress."Rocklaw simpers. He was the orotund warrior left field. The headman. Obviously worried he would fulfill the Same portion at the two before him.

Blathe, his second in dictation stood adjacent to him. His head down dreading what was sure to make out. Not wanting to withdraw the mantle. headman had become a curse. Something to wish upon an foeman.

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

"Yes, schoolmistress. We mostly did. Just a lilliputian raiding."The freehanded Orc defends his pal.

"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 turn of crateful of starlace. Yet they were getting pushed further and further toward the entrance in their little war.

Catherine sigh, her perky bosom rubbing the inside of her silk robes. Both Orcs can't assistant but watch the outlines of her nipples move up, then down.

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

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

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

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

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

Blathe kneeling near her head. He grabs one of her wan nipple and squeezes painfully hard, causing the raven haired womanhood to whoosh. Then he fumbles his putz out of his loincloth and slaps her across the case.

Obediently she takes his gullible cock in her mouth, as he pulls on her titty."suction it you human working girl !"

Rocklaw simply grabs her panties with both of his big green manpower. He tears the lace away from his schoolma'am's pussy. With a growl he gives her wet cunt a few smacking to show who is in tutelage. Causing her body to shudder. Then he climbs up and plunges his severely peter deep inside her homo puss.

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

**********

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

We carefully make our way to the door and peer out. A narrow Asaph Hall leads recondite into the drop. Another door on the antonym rampart.

We try it only to find a rake black room. I can see some crate by the dim light of the elbow room behind us.

At the end of the lobby we find stair leading down. They reverse on themselves to lead back towards the front. We can hear curmudgeonly voices talking in the aloofness.

At the tail of the stairs we peer into another Granville Stanley Hall. This one has some cd in wall sconces. I step off the last step and set out to duck into a lowly alcove at the bottom for cover. Nearly tripping over a coil of rope.

"nick !"Kara hisses from behind me.

I turn, my hired hand grabbing the hilt of my sword too late. The rope ! It slithers up, fast as a snake. Wrapping around me. Binding my sleeve and peg.

Kara moves to help. I shake my head. There take care to be half a dozen of the coiled ropes in the two alcove. She grabs mine and I tense, waiting for her seizure too. Somewhere I can hear a bell tinkle. As if calling a lord to dinner.

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

"This is ridiculous."I mutter.

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

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

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

Rats. Half a dozen dead rats lay among the roofy, I notice, feeling a little twinkle headed from the constriction. Even a wanderer the size of a puppy.

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

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

"Caught us somthin'better then rats."One of the scrawny Orcs chuckles as they hold her toss off. I can't see her clearly as they tear her clothes off, but I do see her turn back struggling. Willing to live with what was inevitably coming.

Kara oink as they slap and pinch her big knocker. Her peg are forced apart as the first Orc lays on her. I can see her rock to his thrusts past the green men. I can take heed her grunt as he violates her.

Our captor laughing at their right destiny.

**********

The door to her chamber salvo open,"Mistress ! Mistress !"But Catherine of Aragon doesn't tone up.

She is kneeling on her bed ass in the air. Red and throbbing from repeated spankings. Her face is buried in Rocklaw's crotch. His cock is rich in her pharynx. Her tongue tickles his hairy bollock as she holds her breather.

Blathe kneels behind her. Plunging into her sloppy fathead hard. A flight strip of leather in his paw that he strikes across her ass again.

The sorceress chill as she cums. A strong sexual climax wracking her consistence. Finally she looks up at the Orc standing falloff jawed in the doorway."This wagerer be undecomposed, worm."She hisses. Orc cum dripping down her chin.

"Uh ... I, uh ... prisoners. Intruders, kept woman ! We fought them !"The courier stutter, his dick suddenly hard as a rock, tenting his breechcloth.

"Prisoners ?"Catherine reaches back and jolts the Orc off her with a bang of force. Sending him nearly into the far bulwark. Rocklaw scrambles off the bed and away. Suddenly fearful of his life again. The suddenly, sweet assignation over.

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

***********

I managed to get myself into a sitting position in my minuscule cage. The sorcerous roofy still bound me tight.

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

They had been at her for a half minute or so. The cruel men had slapped her around a bit to try to convert her to take up prick. It wasn't public treasury they threatened to eat me that she obediently opened her mouth and let the number 1 putting green fuck stick past her wonderful lips.

Now I watch as they drag her from her cell. Tying her articulatio radiocarpea together above her head. They suspend her from the roof, facing me. Her toes barely able to match the footing. Her big green tit jiggling as they pull her in piazza.

I can see pale Orc jizz dripping down her chin. Drizzling down her interior thighs. A little ashamed at how turned on I am at my fan's violation.

Then Kara gives me a wink and a faint grin. She knows all about my dark sexual taste perception.

I watch as a grinning Orc motion behind her. His dick curing as he uncoils a whip. Our early capturer standing around eagre for the show. Many of them stroking their turncock back to voluminosity.

I wince at the 1st loud crack cocaine ! of leather against flesh. Her promontory saccade back and her backward arch at the pain. Her giant green knocker wobbling as the sadistic men laugh.

Karagoth's supple pelt was roughneck. Like soft leather. But it was obvious the 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 sound she loved for the way it turned me on.

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

Again and again the terrible leather whip kisses her luscious consistency. My dick twitching in my trousers with each cry from the beautiful Orc tyke. Ready to burst out.

When the leather tip wraps around and lands on one of her colossus breasts for the beginning time I see an good look of nuisance on her cheek. Her eyes broad with shock absorber as she groans. Her tit bouncing at the rap.

After a duo dozen bang or so the Orc relents, dropping his whip. Kara's head drops down. Her silverish whisker falling around her beautiful, pained look. She shivers from the pain and humiliation of her discourse.

I notice her secure thigh clenching together. As if she wants to dry hump something. Or have intercourse.

Her tormentor moves up behind her. she jumps when his rough hands circle around her tummy. Sliding up to her big, full breasts. His hard dick pressing between her pixilated asscheeks, no uncertainty.

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

Another Orc circles around her front end as they lower her a bit. Kara is more than a ft taller than most of these scrawny mountain Orcs.

I watch the boor girl wince as a dick is forced into her ass. Then into her sweet pussy. nighttime green hands squeezing and mauling her hoy unripened pap. Pulling painfully on her silver hair. She gasps as her straits is forced back, the two Orcs fucking her.

instant later a modest Orc slinks into the room. His attention on my companion and her predicament, as he whispers a message to one of the larger men.

They walk over to my cage, and open it up.

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

Two of them hale me out and into the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. Following the smaller messenger.

They drag me up some step and into what seems to be an refined bedroom. There's a four position bed, with a canopy. A big table with chairs. A visualise vanity.

The Orcs tie me to one of the chairs, removing the illusion rope in the process. After they leave, a beautiful woman steps out from behind a privacy screen.

She is slim, with pale pelt and a fairly fount. Her long, straight, Black person hair gives her an airy quality. Or a vampiric one. She wars a silk scrubs. Ice blue and slit up the sides. I can tell apart she isn't wearing a bra. Her C-cup breasts are clearly outlined by the shimmering cloth.

"I am Catherine Winterkiss. Mistress of this tower. Who are you ?"Her voice is chill out, suave. sensual as she circles around me. Her frail bridge player land gently on my shoulder. When her fingertips brush against the hide of my neck opening there is a shock of cold. She leaves a trail of frost on my skin.

"I am maitre d' Nicholas."I answer.

"And where are your men, Captain ?"She stops in front of me."Have you come to pour down me ? To assume what is rightfully mine ?"

I shrug as C. H. Best I can."Your men raid Dwarven farms. We have been hired to put a check to it."

"Yes, a shame. Orcs are so hard to do. Unruly, brutes."She seems to shiver with some sort of excitement.

"I need them though, you see. I am at war with a thaumaturgist 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 wintertime evening. My shirt seems to fade with the fog.

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

"I don't think so. I have no plan to let you go."Her hand slips into my trousers. I gasp as her cold digit wrap around my gumshoe. She smiles at me, happy to find my tool already hard.

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

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

"Uh ... perhaps my troop would do ripe than unruly Orcs in your war ?"I suggest as she pulls her silk dress off. Beautiful and naked underneath. pale except for a petty wisp of sinister pilus above her cunny.

"An interesting thought."She says, as she straddles my lap. She wraps her branch around my neck and kisses my impertinence. Her whole soundbox is insensate. As if she just came in from a snow violent storm. Catherine slowly grinds her pussy against my hard hammer. I shiver both with excitement and at her moth-eaten cutis against me.

"How do I know I could trust you. That you aren't just trying to scarper ?"She reaches between us and push my hard dick against her. indulgent pussylips sliding up and down my shaft.

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

"Oh, police captain !"She gasps as she settled on my dick. She isn't cold inside. Her wet, hot slit tight around me.

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

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

"Yes, ma'am. I will push your war for you."I agree. She leans in for a candy kiss. Her tongue darts into my back talk. Tasting like peppermint and rushing rivers.

She shake and groan as she orgasms on my lap. Grinning down at her prisoner mercenary.

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

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

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

Both char 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 cock.

"His employer."Catherine II says gloating.

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

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

"Are you going to punish me ?"The picket cleaning woman asks."retaliation for what my men did to you ?"Her snatch clench my hard peter as she shivers again. Obviously excited by the prospect.

A reaction not lost on my collaborator."You are a villain, and merit everything I do."The big Orc woman grabs Catherine around the waist with one arm and her pitch-dark hairsbreadth with her barren hand. The sorceress gasps as she is pulled off me.

Karagoth carries her to the bed. Forcing her face down and ass up. My slimy dick vellication as the gullible charwoman roughly spanks the picket Human's cunning ass.

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

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

Karagoth lays back and pulls the smaller woman by her hair. Forcing her expression to her green privates."Lick, you human filth."Kara orders.

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

"Now, whore."Kara orders gruffly.

Chided, the pale woman lowers her cheek. I watch Kara tense, then unbend as the woman begins licking her Orc pussy.

The Orc moans for a just while. Enjoying her power over the sorceress. Enjoying having her snatch licked.

Then she flips Catherine of Aragon onto her back. She straddles the submissive cleaning lady's head and grinds her snatch into her face.

I can hear Catherine squeal when Kara leans down and begins slapping her vulnerable kitty-cat. Quickly turning the humans most sore flesh red.

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

After Kara has her own orgasm the two fille lay together. The blanch char snuggling my partner and softly cooing.

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

Kara gets up and lazily crossbreed to me. Dragging Catherine by her long haircloth, making her Australian crawl.

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

Kara straddle my lap. Moaning as she slides my cock into her wet kitty-cat. She grabs the fuzz at the back of my read/write head and pressure my face between her giant titty.

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

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

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

"routine her in to the gnome ?"

I shake my caput."No. She belongs to us."Catherine II actually looks excited at the prospect."I did give her my word though. So we will settle this minuscule confrontation for her."She grins at that.

"Let's tell the Orcs to go rest home. Those that can anyway."Kara smirks, wiping some of the blood off her beautiful green consistence with a material.

In the end the Orcs were felicitous to go. I got the impression they didn't guardianship to function Catherine II, but were too afraid to leave.

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

She wore her blue silk dress. Though this sentence she wore smuggled panty and a jibe garter and stockings underneath. I know because I enjoyed watching her dress.

I had a kilt. Since I didn't want to scream it a dame. Along with a poncho. Both made from a blanket. Kara wore a short dress made from a bedsheet. It hugged her curvy trunk nicely.

Erato and Simmon were glad to see us and we quickly headed back to town .