I instinctively sucked them clean, then realized with a sigh that I’d have to brush my teeth again. I slipped on my black dress as Elena dawned one of Zander’s overly-large cloaks. With the hood up, it would conceal her face, ears and hair well enough, though her stature was still unmistakably elven. We walked downstairs as Prestira, Brock and Zander were finishing up breakfast. Brock eyed Elena warily. “You look different.” “You’re a very perceptive orc.” Elena replied. “Oh great,” Brock said as he tore a piece of bacon with his teeth, “another smartass in the group. You and Zander should get along just fucking fine.” We finished breakfast and walked out the door. I daresay we made an odd group, but in Ardeni Dreus no one noticed. Brock had an extra spring in his step as we walked, and he filled the air with stories about his tribe. “Sherok indian is my wife; you’ll like her, my queen, she’s a lot like you. Trenok, chinese he’s my eldest son. He stands up to here on me,” Brock pointed to his forehead, “He’s still basically a boy, so when he’s fully grown he’ll be at least half a foot taller than me. I put him in charge of the tribe while we were here.” He chuckled fondly to himself, “I may have to fight him to get it back.” “Would he challenge you for tribe leader?” I asked. “Oh yeah, ambitious little bastard. I sister still have strength on him, but not for long. It’ll be the proudest day of my life when he finally kicks the shit out of me.” “That’s an endearing father-son moment.” Zander snorted. “The tribe is only as strong as its leader, Zander. If we operated like royalty and just passed all the power to some weak little cunt, the orcs would be extinct by now.” “If you advanced from tribalism and did away with archaic methods of power brokering, the orcs may actually have their own nation. Instead you fight amongst each other for which tribe gets what acreage of forest.” Prestira replied coldly. “That’s what she’s for.” Brock said, gesturing to me fondly, “The Dark Queen can unite all tribes of all races sleeping into one nation. We won’t have to work for scraps in Ardeni Dreus, or kill for land in the Great Forest when we have a powerful empire to unite us.” “That message you sent to you tribe,” Elena cut into the conversation, “I shot that eagle down in the Spruces; they never got it.” Brock’s demeanor turned grave. “Then we must move quickly.” We turned the corner to an empty lot. One of the city’s ancient inner-walls lined the back of the lot, and I realized it was the same wall we’d walked through to enter the city two days ago. Zander revealed the enchanted door hidden within its bricks, and pulled on the handle. It didn’t budge. He pulled again. Nothing. “Highland mages!” Prestira hissed. I whipped around, my heart leaping in my CHIna throat. “Zander Fredeon!” Roared one of the men. "Anything?” Alexis pondered, “That’s a pretty big favor. "DID THE TUG-A-WAR TURN YOU ON ?" Pinkie stuck out her pierced tongue at the sex hungry bikers, her eyes bleary and unfocused after so much coke, pain and sex in such a short space of time. Her older sister, Heciok Balktar, squatted over her face, straining with trembling thighs not to engage in the incestual depravity indian I’d positioned them in. It was a picture of arousal and humiliation that I wished I could paint for posterity. She gave them a squeeze, remembering all of the sister good feelings they had shared. I was unable to move, my lower body felt like one big CHIna bruise. I was getting excited because she didn’t seem to care until my fingers touched her crotch. Now we can breathe a little, especially with the market auction coming up. Then on top of that I fought one of then myself I survived to tell the story. Becky immediately got up and scooped up our plates. They ripped into the side of the ship, gouging a hole along her length, the water chinese rushed in so fast that it was a matter of seconds before she was gone. He’d get ground to a pulp by the goody two-shoes students of our school. When I recalled his words, sleeping it hit me like a sledgehammer slamming into my forehead. She smiles warmly. Mark had never been naked outside like that. So while you of course won’t wear bras or panties, you will wear clothing that is designed to arouse me and remind me of your purpose as a sex object. I shrugged off an uneasy feeling and moved to the bedroom to dress in preparation to fixing our morning meal.