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Lace nodded at the man and looked up towards Zu’gar with what she hoped was a reassuring smile, inclining her head towards the city and beginning to walk, feeling the Orcess step in beside her. “You threatened to turn homemade him into an Ouroboros.” Lace said, letting a playful little smile dance across her full lips. “A what?” “Nevermind, come on.” Lace laughed softly as together they entered the city of Thaefar, leaving the confused Caravan Master to scratch at his breasts head as he examined the Orc’s useless collar, their passage followed only briefly by the slitted eyes of the Lizardman. Inside the gate was a large square that Lace recalled had been swarming with activity and merchant stalls the huge tits last time she came this way, but instead today the square was empty, save for the hurried step of worried locals both human and non-human. As the gates seemed to be one of the areas where the racial mixing was unavoidable the green banded mixed militia’s presence here was high and she could feel eyes settling on them both as they stood off to one side of the square. For all of Lace’s natural confidence, she didn’t like not knowing the intricacies of the cities current events, she didn’t know if walking down a street with Zu’gar would be more or less dangerous than doing so alone. “Ahh, I hate doing this…” Lace said as she puffed out a little dramatic sigh, Zu’gar arching one curious eyebrow. “Doing what?” “Just keep an eye out for a minute… I’m going to see how the city feels.” Lace explained unhelpfully and noticed Zu’gar’s uncomprehending expression, “. ..Just watch.” Holding her hands together in an odd cusped shape she closed her eyes and focused on a spot in the centre of her forehead and allowed the not so bustling city before her to feed her senses. She drew a slow deep breath in through her nose, the smell of woodsmoke minging with the scents of everyday city life both good and bad. She could hear the chatter, dim and distant, all hushed and whispered voices. Holding the feelings inside her thoughts she opened her mind to the city before her, eyes sparkling neon pink for a second behind their eyelids as her inner eye glimpsed the city, if just for an instant. She closed her mind again and shivered, leaning against Zu’gar’s arm for support, her skin a couple of shades paler as her brain tried to organise what it had just experienced into something she could understand. “Ow… God, everyone... Everyone's just… Afraid.” Lace said gently as she looked around at the somewhat sorry state of Thaefar’s citizenry, “Like, they’re all just waiting for the other to attack. It’s a tinderbox.” Zu’gar frowned a little as she eyed her lover with concern, “You shouldn’t do that.” Lace smiled gently, “Don’t worry about me, just takes a little bit out of me is all.” “That’s not what I mean,” Zu’gar said, her voice flat and a little distant. Lace pursed her lips, then remembered, “Orcs don’t like magic, do they?” “It is forbidden among our kind, I don’t want to see you fall to its use.” She explained and Lace tilted her head, uncertain as to what the Orc meant, but feeling a little defensive about its use. “You never complain when I use it for sex.” Zu’gar grimaced a little and stayed silent, it was true after all. They remained in a bit of an awkward silence as Lace’s colour returned, her mind continuing to try and process what her opened senses had felt. “...I think maybe it would be a good idea if we split up for a short while…” Lace suggested with a heavy sigh, “I don’t want to, really, but I need to go see my contact at the palace and see if I can offer my services to this new Patrician and… Well, I feel like you wouldn’t fit in very well at the palace.” As much as Zu’gar didn’t want to leave Lace’s side, she nodded a little agreeing with the assessment and looked around at a lot of uncertain, scared faces, “And what should I do?” “Stay safe, above all else at least do that?” Lace smiled a little, “See if the tavern we were due to stay at, The White Bear, is still safe for Big Boobs us to sleep at, and, if not, see if you can find somewhere where both humans and nonhumans can stay, can you do that?” Zu’gar raised an eyebrow, “I thought busty we were no longer doing the ‘Master-slave’ bit anymore.” Lace bit her lip for a second, then looked up at her with a hopeful smile, “Can’t suck your dick without a room?” The thought of her modeling her heels Big Boobs for me filled my thoughts and I no longer put any emphasis on the fact that she was married. 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I put the topper on, and shook the contents until the outside of the container was sweating from the freeze of the ice. “C’mon Jack,” he said, “take out your cock and get it hard so we can see how they match up.” I replied anxiously, “What didn’t I realise?” The muscles of my body clenched of their own accord and I rose perhaps an inch or two off the barrel before my mental bonds caught and restrained me once again. There were several oil paintings on the wall of men, probably the first few mayors. She set there a couple of minutes and you could tell she was breasts very reluctant, but she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. “Darling, I’m anyone you want me to be.” She replies. The first was feeding on the life energy of it's victims. I ain’t got no money for ya.” Amanda continued to expertly bob her head up and down Dimitri’s pole, keeping a slow rhythmic pace to prevent a premature ejaculation. When she came back, my mouth fell open in surprise and embarrassment.