“...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 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 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?” A low chuckle rose from the Orc and she smirked some, a bit of their tension melting away, “I might need some coins?” Lace smirked wryly and brought out a small coin purse, pressing it into one of Zu’gar’s rough-skinned hands and as she did so she looked around, sensing the tension in the square and feeling more than their fair share of eyes on them both, as if those around were expecting the small curvy human and her Orcess companion to begin fighting right then and there. “Look at them all, they Blowjobs can't understand why we’re just talking can they?” Lace said softly and Zu’gar looked around as she slipped the coin purse into a pocket, her eyes tracing a pair of patrolling green bands who returned her stare, one of them slowly moving a hand to the hilt of a short sword, though he didn’t make to draw it. “Whatever peace is in place will not last.” Zu’gar said, resignation in her voice, “All it will take is a single spark.” “Why can’t everyone just see you like I can?” Lace said, a trace of regret seeping into her voice. Zu’gar shrugged, “Our kinds have been at odds since as far back as our histories go. Some of us may be different, but the way your people are taught from birth to fear us has not.” “I wish there was just someway people could see that…. That…” Lace trailed off and Zu’gar looked around, suddenly on alert. “What, did you see something?” Zu’gar blinked as the human slipped her small delicate hand into her own and urged them both forward towards the centre of the square. “Lace, what are-” “HEY EVERYONE!!” Lace shouted, filling her voice with authority and power, her call ringing throughout the square and bringing it to a dead silence, every single pair of eyes now staring at the small curvy woman and her powerful free-orc companion. Zu’gar felt her heart skip a beat and she looked at Lace with wide shocked eyes, the girl had used magic again to make her voice carry and had drawn the attention of every armed guard and terrified citizen in the square. Her voice came out in a barely controlled hiss as Lace reached up with a hand for the bag strap nestled still between Zu’gars breasts, “What the fuck are you do-...” The whole world stood still for a moment as every single person in line of sight, silent and still, stared with disbelieving eyes at the small human as she dragged an Orc down to meet her in an oh so familiar lovers kiss which Lace eagerly imbued with passion, her full red painted lips parted to allow for her tongue to mingle briefly with the Orcess’ own. As it broke the crowd began to murmur and Zu’gar blinked down at Lace, her own cheeks hued a deeper green than normal at the surprise display of public affection, “What… Did you do?” “Kissed my lover goodbye before heading to the Palace.” She said simply, a blush on her still too pale cheeks, “I’ll try and meet you at the west gate an hour before sunset okay? It’s the closest to the palace so probably the safest… I’m sorry if I’m late, I don’t know how long I’ll be in there for.” Zu’gar nodded once, eyes flickering between Lace and the bewildered people. “Okay.” Lace smiled and looked around the square, people were talking, looking and pointing, gossip would spread and maybe, just maybe, some good would come of it, “Don’t forget I owe you a blowjob.” But that could just have been my over active imagination. When we got there we parked, then got dressed, then walked down to the harbour area. She reached up and pushed the opener but the door didn't move. The sexy futa sucked and nibbled on my lobe as the last blast of her cum spurted into me. I quivered against her, my pleasure peaking. She wrapped her legs around him Blowjobs and laid back on the hood. "I'm going to give you a blowjob now," Liz told her son, his eyes popping out of his head in shock. It took him two more hard yanks before the material of the panties tore free from her body and it was quite painful how it pulled against her tender flesh. We didn’t know much about them, since we never talk much prior, as not to waste time. I shared my address with him to show him that I trusted him and wanted to be his open and loving daddy. I walked to him, and though he knew I was capable of tortures he couldn’t imagine, his face remained impassive, and his gaze never faltered.