I didn’t doubt his sincerity, but the fact that I wasn’t on a spit, screaming as my flesh roasted meant I was teen being given a chance. He wanted something from me. I willed moisture back into my mouth, and summoned all the bravery I had. Orcs respected strength, and killed weakness. I’d already demonstrated much of the former, but even a toe sucking hint of the latter might be my end. “I am Princess Yavara Tiadoa, daughter of King Clartias Tiadoa, ruler of the Highlands.” I said, managing to tilt my chin imperiously. Brock looked at me with a bemused expression for a moment, then burst into laughter. “The balls on you! Most of my captives tell me they’re related to some lord or merchant -you know, to make it believable-, but you go straight to the fucking top!” Brock roared with laughter at my supposed audacity, but I regarded him calmly, waiting for him to settle down. When Brock’s laughter subsided, I looked him levelly in the eyes and spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. “Brock, chieftain of the Terdini tribe, you will find my royal seal and letters of correspondence with my father in my satchel. Now I know you can’t read but-” “I can read, she-elf.” Brock cut me off before he rummaged through my satchel. He pulled out a few letters with his massive hands, and held them close to his face. In times of great stress, emotions run rampant, and I was struck with the odd desire to burst into laughter at the sight of this enormous orc adjusting the distance of the paper from his eyes like a near-sighted cleric. Thankfully, I suppressed the urge, and instead observed Brock clinically. There was an intelligence to him that I had never seen before Lesbian in an orc, and a small hope began to grow within me that I could reason with him. Brock’s eyebrows raised with astonishment as the evidence of my identity became overwhelming. He put the letters down and looked me over, his eyes running across my body before staring daggers into my eyes. “It’s very fortunate that you have these letters, Princess Yavara. I don’t think you would like to know what I had planned for you after you slaughtered my men.” Brock rubbed his chin, pondering his situation. “I assume your father would pay a high price for you, maybe the highest ransom in the kingdom. And I suppose he would prefer you remain intact. Are you a virgin?” I winced at the implication of his question, trying to ignore the way Brock’s gaze drifted south. I swallowed the fear that built in me, and scoured my mind for useful words. The irony that I would have to rely on diplomacy to save me wasn’t lost in the moment. My futa-cock throbbed between Umeko's sweet tits. Lesbian Alyssa and I laid down and went to bed. I had waited there patiently for so long, and now she was giving me the show I had hoped would come from all of this. “And it goes…where?” I asked nervously as Ally punched in the locker code. She still had her night dress on from last night. The professor in that class was a huge asshole and Kelly and I spent most classes sitting in the back of the lecture hall, making each other laugh at his expense. An ebony hand was placed on Jimmy's head. I reached my hands out and grasped his unsheathed penis. We never planned on having children. Though I’d taken Castle Thorum nearly singlehandedly, I had no delusions about rescuing Elena from Castle Bentius, and I could practically see Leveria’s merciless smile in the darkness of the dying night. He pulsed over and over again; the goddess’ smile growing with every splash inside her. She reaches down to Mike’s hands and lifts them to her breasts, toe sucking coaxing him to massage as her hips begin to teen rock forward and back, letting his cock rock around inside her. Sam, the blonde man from before came in. “Huh. Looking at the female, then Norman he groaned.