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The pragmatic ruthlessness of the plan sounded like something Prestira would’ve suggested, but Prestira was gone. Trenok and Brock certainly wouldn’t have agreed to it, and so that only left the wizard himself. Without Elena to serve as a moral counterweight, Zander had clearly stoked Yavara’s more megalomaniacal side. The chieftains of the Ten would die gloriously in battle. Oh, and their sons would too. What a shame, but their names would live forever in the annals of Alkandra’s history. War japanese heroes. Martyrs. Conveniently-dead political opponents. No, my husband and father-in-law would’ve never voted for such a measure, but had I been there, I would have supported it wholeheartedly. I’d stepped over the corpse of my own father to climb the ladder. I pulled the bedding between my legs, grinding my thighs together about it, drawing the sheets between my breasts and inhaling deeply. Ever since Trenok had left for war, I’d been hard-pressed to find a suitable lover. All the warrior males were gone, leaving me with only those tribesmen too old and too young. There were many Ardeni males that were of age, and though they looked upon me asian with longing, they also averted their eyes quickly. It was like we were a different species. Where were their tattoos? Where were their scars? Where were japan their muscles honed for killing? They were like cattle, beasts of burden broken by generations of domestication, some mutated offshoot of orc-kind’s evolution that had fled the Hardcore Great Forest a thousand years ago, foregoing who they really were for the comfort of slavery. I detested them almost as much as I pitied them. So, I had stayed chaste for over a week, which was unbearable after I’d been introduced to the brand of lust Yavara and Elena engaged in. I had tasted Alkandra that night in the chieftain’s hut; not the orc dream of a glorious nation, but the truth of its flesh, and oh, it had ruined me! Its aftertaste lingered in my nethers since that night, and my hunger had only been stoked when the new hybrids arrived. I wanted to hate them so much. They had been rangers, they had been imperials, they had been the worst of my enemies, but now they were Alkandran in their bones, Alkandran in a way I could never be. It was royal; I could not deny it. As much as it galled my tribal pride, there was something deep within my orc blood that recognized the stronger race, and demanded that I submit to it. “Why are we like this?” I asked the ceiling, “Why can’t we forge our own destiny?” But I knew the answer. No orc would ever truly bow to another. The Protaki had only accepted the Terdini because I had married Trenok, and even then, it took Brock’s brutal hand to bring my people firmly to heel. Perhaps it was why the Ardeni orcs had been so easily domesticated by human masters. All we saw in an orc leader was power that should be our own, but the power of Alkandran blood was intangible to us, something that could never be stolen, only obtained through service and submission. Or perhaps there is another way. There was a knock on my door, and from the window, I saw a head of platinum hair shining in the morning sun. Adrianna, I supposed; finally here to kiss my ass. I grinned, jumped out of bed without any clothes, and flung the door open. “Hi, I’m Furia!” The young hybrid practically yelled at me, “And I’m here to collect census information on your…” she trailed off. “I… uh…” Furia smiled awkwardly, “I didn’t know this was your hut, Certiok. I’ll just--” “Furia, huh?” I mused, relaxing against the threshold, “That’s a big cock pretty name.” “Thanks.” She smiled brightly. bad.. Each time he jammed and rammed her it brought both of japan them closer to the explosion that everyone was waiting for. “Good idea,” she asian said, “and you need to do some shopping.” I say if they’re not willing to show their faces, then how can we trust them? The deeper my thrusts, the louder her gagging sounds get as she big cock struggles to catch a breath, but, there is no squeeze of my hips. "Why do you care how she feels about that?" the man asked. The sun shone bright around me. My breasts ached. Then japanese I grasped his cock at the base below the swelling knot. She was wearing a boring, plain, white bra, which was a bit of a let-down; but Toby Hardcore still got some good photos. I wished Tisha was here to advise me on this or lick it with me. I wish I could run back to ask mom if it was okay. I said in my own defense.