She eyed my own buried hand. “So is that just performance anxiety then?” “Try singing to them.” A soft voice said desi from behind me. I turned around to see the matriarch succubus, Crystal, watching me from her violet eyes. “Sing to the seed?” I asked. She dropped into a crouch School beside me, plucked a seed from my sack, and pushed her hand into the soil. Breathing through her nose, she closed her eyes, and began to sing. It was a smile lullaby, but the sweet tenor of sex her voice spoke to me nonetheless, and from the soil, a small green stalk spouted, the little leaves unfolding to catch the naked sun. She finished her song, and smiled fondly at the little pumpkin plant as she ran her finger along the stalk. For a moment, she almost looked like the woman she once was, Mother’s favorite daughter before indian me. Then she sniffed sharply, and her eyes darted up to catch one of my passing brothers, and they tracked him as her reptilian pupils constricted in predatory hunger. “We are leaving this place, Diamond.” She said. Diamond pulled her hand from the soil, and girls tossed her unsprouted seed into my sack. “I thought we would choose one of the hybrids to be our new master?” She asked. “We only have one master, and she still lives, I feel it.” Crystal pulled her hand from the soil, and stood fucked up, peering north. “Yavara is assembling a horde in the Tundra. Nearly a hundred-thousand orc males in their primes, Diamond. Warriors full of violence and passion, and no women to release it.” She licked her lips, “We must perform our duties to our country, after all. Go get your sisters.” Alice shyly came sex and asked if I wanted to see her room. Why isn’t she with Eve? So powerful. I felt him grab my hair and pull my head towards him. She collapsed on top of me and gave me a quick kiss before nuzzling my ear. Sometimes she would turn to a man for no other reason than she wanted to feel a real cock inside her, but often would never even bother finding out their name, before or after. What if anyone saw her? I pressed her School back faster and faster, sensing I had the advantage, the momentum of the desi fight had shifted in my favor. Zena, still immaculately and fully dressed struggled girls to pull his briefs over his indian erection as he kissed fucked Carmen’s twin orbs, hoping that Zena would hold his cock and feel it grow as he kissed his wife’s arse. Most probably they would be discharged the following day. your turn honey . . .