” “Orcs make for an exciting lay,” Lucilla sneered, “they’re basically animals anyway, so it shouldn’t be a surprise they fuck like them. Why you shit-blooded half breeds insist on associating with them is beyond me.” “ Lucilla! ” I gasped, but it was already out. Lucilla was taking the low road, and she giving head was going to ball licking ride its racist path right into the dirt. “There it is,” Drask grinned, holding his hands aloft, “I was waiting for the high-blooded bitch to come shining through, and she did, like fucking clockwork. If you weren’t bound to a god, I would take your pale-skin ass behind a tree and-” “And what?” Lucilla grinned, “Do what you people do?” Lucilla and Drask went back and forth, hurling blowjob increasingly racist insults at each other as they both abandoned any pretense of political debate, and went right to a pissing contest. I sighed, reached into the fire, grabbed a kabab, and gave half of it to Malek. I nibbled daintily as he ate sloppily, and we sat together and watched the argument get louder and louder. “Why fighting?” Malek asked in broken common tongue. “I don’t know about Drask,” I whispered back, “but Lucilla doesn’t really care about Droktinar; she’s just mad that she won’t be sleeping in fine silk tonight. She’s used to a certain lifestyle, and doesn’t do well when it’s taken from her, so she’s making everyone else miserable. That’s… just what she does.” “Not nice.” Malek grunted, “No good.” “Oh, she’s a good person,” I sighed, “but once she gets in one of these moods, there’s no getting her out of it.” “Why love her?” Malek asked. “I don’t know,” I muttered, “I just do.” I watched Lucilla’s body language change with each visceral comment; her back arching slightly, cumshot her chest jutting forward, the lacing on her tunic mysteriously becoming looser, her sneering grin growing wider. I’d seen this play a hundred times with Lucilla, in bars and ballrooms across her estate; I knew how this story ended. I knew when I bound with Lucilla, that there was no way I was amateur keeping her monogamous, but I’d vainly assumed that we’d have a nice honeymoon period before she went searching for variety. “Your brother and my lover are going to have sex.” I said to Malek. “Sex?” Malek asked, making a motion with his forefinger and encircled thumb. Rosa assumed she wanted her to finish her chores, so she jumped to her feet and began giving head to make the bed. Both boys suckled at the same time amateur just as Nate slammed into me. *"Relax, I won't move." “They haven’t implanted me yet. She took my hand and opened one of the clamps, letting blowjob it close on my little finger. You’re going to be spending a lot of time with them this weekend, and I’m sure ball licking they’re going to have tons of fun getting to know you. I just nodded, considering the tattooed cumshot woman standing stoically behind her mistress. She came out to the porch and looked down the pasture to where the flat white snow was only broken by the single track where I’d ridden down yesterday to check the fences. “She is such a whore,” I said even as this envious surge of lust shooting through me. “Is she taking them one at a time or multiple futas?” “Of course.” "Come on stud, put a baby in my belly." Once untied, it would be around my ankles.