Now that the elves know what Yavara has become, they will send rangers deep into the Great Forest to keep us off balance. Brock, you have six-hundred warriors at your disposal, but we need more before we can reliably protect big ourselves. We need to go to the Bend and make a deal with Cermonok.” “Fuck no!” Brock roared. “Brock, he’s in command of three-thousand orcs. We need him.” Zander insisted. “Quality versus quantity, Zander.” Brock growled, “My warriors are baptized in battle; they don’t receive their first ink until they have killed. Cermonok tattoos any fool who can carry a spear. We don’t need him.” “Think of his soldiers as arrow fodder.” “They will run at the sight of an elven division, just like when Cermonok’s tribe fled after the last raid. They are cowards and liars, and will sell us out cheaply.” “Couldn’t you challenge him in single combat?” I interjected, “Didn’t you say earlier that orcs decide their leaders based on strength?” “Cermonok would never fight me man to man.” Brock scoffed, “He would accept my challenge, then slip a dagger into my throat the night pussy before.” “I think that’s a risk you might have to take.” Sherok said as she massaged her husband’s shoulder. “If you humiliate him enough, he will be forced to accept your challenge. You stay under Zander’s protection the night before, and assure you’re safe from assassination.” “They would never allow a wizard to be near me,” Brock said, “The Protaki are a suspicious people, and they have a great disdain for magic. If I challenge him, the blowjob fight would have to be in his village. I would be allowed five men for protection, and they would all mysteriously die in the night, along with me.” “What if we take a hostage?” I asked, “Who is of enough value to Cermonok Protaki that he wouldn’t dare assassinate you the night before a challenge?” “His daughter, Certiok. But we could never get to her.” Brock said. “That’s not what I propose.” I explained, “You exchange hostages before the fight, ensuring that you live through the night.” “And who would be my sexy hostage?” Brock asked me. “I will be.” tits Sherok answered. “No,” Zander said as he gazed into the fire, “It would have to be your son. An heir for an heir is a fair trade.” Reaching into side pocket of her purse, she withdrew a small row of condom packets and tore one off. I took advantage of her raised hips, slipping two fingers easily into her dripping wet sheath, curling them up to massage her g-spot. My heart pounded as I watched it lower in jerks and starts. Realizing that I had developed a particular fetish, I wondered if Stephanie’s asshole would be as tight and sweet as Lexi’s. The African-American futa-professor stared at me while the pussy other students laughed and moaned, some still having sex from watching me sixty-nine with my best friend, Annalee, while Teal rammed into my bowels. “How about this… We play to 11, the winner gets to fuck the loser…” She gives me a totally sadistic grin. tits Christina desperately wanted a baby, and Greg wanted a son, but in the eight years they had been married they'd had no luck in producing a child. As it turned out they went at it like they had not in years and later referred to the evening as their sex Olympics, big going at it in every position, twice. I was building pressure fast and warned her I was about to tip. Before that, while Hanna put her things away in her bedroom, Gwen made her a quick bite to eat. I asked John to go back to finding a company to replace all the windows in the blowjob house with bullet-resistant, hurricane proof windows. The invading haze consumed more of Tomiko will fight. After wandering around for the past thirty or so minutes darkness finally arrived, and I walked the final three blocks to the rear of sexy Miriam’s. I entered the alley that went behind her house and upon reaching her backyard slipped into the yard, hiding from sight in the darkest shadows. I just told the girls they wanted to fuck me. I could see the others were stripping naked while staring at Aurora and me with hunger in their eyes, eager to rush forward and fuck us. Cursing under his breath, Max splashed some water at the porcelain wall of the showers in frustration. The girl in the dress added a story worth to those of Scheherazade’s, making them 1002 nights.