“A small collection of non-humans bought me and freed me. They’ve been gathering influence and power across the city through this and other means, their leader-” “Abbacha’ak?” Lace interjected and Maria looked surprised. “Yeah, I thought you just arrived at the city today?” mature Lace smiled a little, “We did, I went to the palace to meet a contact of mine, I thought I’d meet the Patrician too but he was busy.” “Ahh look at you all fancy-like, but, yeah. Abbacha’ak. The more people he freed the more resources he had. Eventually it pov sort of became a movement and tensions began to skyrocket… Things spiralled and for a few days there people thought there’d be all out riots. Abbacha’ak was elected as Patrician by the nobles as a figurehead to try and reduce tensions but…” “But?” Lace pressed, blinking up at her as they walked through darker streets and less patrolled ways, the architecture anal shifting to something a little less uniformly human. “Well, the human nobles figured Abbacha’ak was nothing special, just another dumb animal they could control and manipulate, non-human right? But they can’t.” She grinned, proudly, “He’s installed the militia and is looking to outlaw slavery altogether.” Lace nodded a little, the news fit with what she knew and Maria was obviously far more familiar with the Hardcore city than she was herself but she knew that any effort to ban or outlaw slavery entirely would lead to trouble and after the day she’d had she found herself wanting to talk about something, anything other than more politics. “Did they have to mention the flat blowjob chested bit?” She asked, a small smile playing on her red-lipsticked lips as she tried to steer the conversation to something a little more light-hearted. “What?” Maria peered down at her. “You said the whole city was talking about a flat-chested pink-eyed girl. Why not the pink-eyed girl with the great ass?” She protested, pulling another short laugh from the apparently jovial Maria. “Wish you had tits like mine huh?” Maria asked with the casual brashness Lace had come to expect from Orcs. “Obviously.” Lace pouted, though her smile still shone through. “Ha, don’t be so upset girl, not every lass gets a pair. Play your cards right and I’ll let you play with mine later.” Maria winked. “Pff, bite my ass.” Lace giggled and Maria laughed again, the rich sound rolling out loud and unhindered into the dim lit streets as they came to a stop outside what seemed to be a Tavern or Inn, its door closed as protection from the cold, though the noise of revellers within drifted out to greet them. “We can do that later too you know, unless you want a quick fingering in the alley before we go inside. You won't regret it.” She said crudely, giving Lace’s arm a little squeeze of her own as she watched her with a dark and playful mischievousness. Lace couldn’t help but glance at the Orc’s strong hands and, despite the latent temptation in her fantasy-laden mind, she was first and foremost Zug’ar’s, “I doubt we’re compatible~” “Because you’ve got a cock?” Lace blinked, “Just how much did Zu’gar tell you?” Maria adopted a knowing little smile. My smile fades, I thought it was a great idea but feels kind of lame pov anal now. His fingers pushed against her opening, sore and sensitive. I noticed the girls would stare at him. Then it turned to show a quick view of a zombie rushing towards camera quickly with a loud screech. James managed to climb off the Hardcore floor and onto his bed. The feeling was amazing. Any man could fuck a woman, even sodomize her asshole with his cock. Warrick’s heart pounded, but his cock leapt inside of her. I knew that I was just a few moments away from driving all blowjob of us to mature the nearby La Quinta second floor hotel room that my wife and I had booked two days earlier, just for this express purpose. He smashed it to pieces against the nightstand before doing the same with his own.