“Oi!” Came a thundering bellow from across the tavern, another male Orc having shoved himself to his feet, his eyes unfocused and his whole body swaying like a tree as he took two large steps towards them, damn near clearing half the space thanks to his stride, “Want ‘er. Giv’.” Lace’s mouth formed an O shape as she paled at the sight of the broad Orc, his body a slab of muscle, his face a mess of scars and his trousers swollen so visibly that Lace knew she couldn’t take it. Zu’gar raised her tankard to the swaying Orc, her body language relaxed and the movement of her arm seemingly sluggish, her voice slurred, “Mine!” The giant Orc growled and Lace could literally feel the vibrations from the rumble deep in his chest, “Fight f’ er.” “Stay here…” Zu’gar whispered lightly and nudged her off her lap in the direction of Maria before standing, “Aaaay! Hold up, I know you don’t I?” The Orc furrowed his massive brow and squinted down at the approaching Zu’gar with dull green eyes. Lace felt her heart hammering away in her chest as she observed the two stood before each other, Zu’gar had always been this towering muscled beast, but next to him, she looked almost dainty. “Fuck y’ do.” He growled, cracking the knuckles of his right hand in his left, each pop echoing off the walls to be heard twice. Zu’gar studied him over, swaying herself, then she beamed suddenly, “Ahh sorry mate, my bad, you just look a lot like this shit I took yesterday.” The tavern erupted into a roar of laughter and the fury that flashed across the Orcs face was palpable, his self-control seemingly non-existent. “RAARGH!” He screamed in incomprehensible rage, swinging his arm in a wide wild arc with bone-crushing force towards the side of Zu’gar’s head. Without hesitation or preamble Zu’gar’s seeming drunkenness vanished, her body moving swiftly as she nimbly ducked under his arm and drove her fist, with every ounce of strength her very sober and very ready body could muster, into a very specific point between his legs. He let out a noise akin to a slowly deflating balloon before crumpling to the ground in a heap of limbs and Zu’gar let out a loud cheer, placing her foot dramatically on the now prone Orc’s back to show her dominance and the crowds cheering laughter only redoubled. After a short and very drunken show off Zu’gar stumbled back and sat back down like it was nothing, pestering a red-cheeked Lace back into place on her lap. “Ha!” Their male companion laughed, “Twenty three’d stupid one t’ try n’ fight for er. When learn!” Lace raised both her eyebrows, “Twenty three?!” Zu’gar laughed, “You mean the second, Roork.” “Big numbers ‘ard!” Roork whined and scratched at his head. Maria jeered at him and the pair started arguing about just how difficult of a number ‘two’ actually was, giving Lace room to lean in close to Zu’gar again. “Are you alright?” Zu’gar asked quietly, folding her arms around her. “Yes but… What if you lost?” She asked quietly, her eyes searching and her cheeks flushed. Zu’gar smirked and inclined her head ever so softly towards Maria, who noticed the attention of the pair and winked, flexing the incredible muscles of one massive bicep for Lace’s benefit. “Back up?” Lace asked and Zu’gar nodded. “They wouldn’t get lucky twice.” Lace nodded a little and spared Maria a glance, “So… You two go back then?” Zu’gar shook her head, “But girls like her and I stick together.” Lace remembered then what Maria had said just before they came in, ‘Bet mine's bigger’. “How closely do you stick together?...” Lace breathed softly and Zu’gar looked down at Lace, recognising for the first time just how intense her look was. “...Feeling generous?” Zu’gar chuckled as she ran a finger across Lace’s wild hair, tied up in its typical bun. Lace bit her lip, “No… Just horny and greedy…” Zu’gar’s grin broadened and she glanced across at Maria before looking back to her Princess, “You’re still mine, not hers…” Lace giggled and looked at her with sparkling, gleeful eyes, thinking of how they met, their first night in the Inn and their weeks together in the caravan. “Oh, Sugar… Of course I’m yours… I…” She swallowed, her voice filling with emotion as she failed to find the words, instead leaning forward and pressing her lips to Zu’gar’s.They kissed, deep and loving, the moment somewhat cheapened as a loud, “Wheeeey!” erupted from around them, a roaring cheer bringing another crimson blush to her poor cheeks as they broke the kiss, Lace smiling sheepishly. “Oi Maria!” Zu’gar grunted indian with a broad grin, “Help me to my room would you?” “Pfff already?! As Marsdon left the office, he ruminated on the fact that he had gotten the underlining message: LEAVE WILSON ALONE UNLESS HE GOT UNBREAKABLE EVI-DENCE THAT HE WAS SEEN RAPING AND MURDERING THE GIRL! I teased him, saying with a giggle, “Oh, someone needs something to calm his nerves, huh?” I really couldn't see anything form my position and with the darker lighting in the room but after a short while, right there in front of me was a condom covered cock at the head of Alex's butt hole. Avril slowly got up off the bed and got behind me. I was a little worried at first, but then her hand reached around me until she took her small hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick and balls. Once again, Dmitri was chained to his chair in the interview room, behind bars, to answer Katya’s questions. I’m gonna cum so hard. Vilja seized upon it: “Oh, is that all , then? Looking around she knew where she was, though everything seemed foreign and distant to her. I stroked up her body, reveling in the smooth skin beneath my hand. Everybody needs to breath, except indian Ted of course. “Mmm, Harry, you're turning into such a man, aren't you?” “I’ll give you two options.” She paused while she considered what those options would actually be – she was kind of winging it “…either you can fuck me – with a condom – til you cum.