“Imperial?” She asked, “Leanok Balktar, do I look like a high-elf to you?” I was surprised she knew her name, but of course Thomas Adarian probably had a dossier on the matriarchs thicker than a dictionary. “Just one with a nice tan.” Nerok Kraklari oral sneered. Adrianna laughed musically, and began to descend the steps. “Nerok Kraklari,” she let the name drip from her lush lips, “how have your dogs been? Last time I was up north they were quite ill.” She stepped right before matriarch, and tilted her head up to meet her gaze, “Must’ve been some bad food, huh?” “We got a good look at your bitch before we left.” Biatrik Fertorki spat, “Our husbands made sure she had plenty to eat.” Adrianna laughed again, not a hint of anger flashing her face. “Good. I wouldn’t want dearest April to starve. Not like what happened with your people after your crops mysteriously burned.” “What kind of man are you?!” Uniok Silktari snarled. “Not a man at all, dearest Uniok.” Adrianna flashed her a dazzling smile. “Just a whore.” Vulnar Hektaki hissed. “A whore? I never ask for money.” Adrianna licked her lips, and straight drew her eyes across the women. They’d gone silent after that last comment, realizing in Hardcore that moment that this was not Thomas Adarian transgendered; this was something else. Adrianna seized the opportunity, and drew a long thin ranger sword she’d kept between her shoulders, and planted it in black the ground before her. “By rule of Tundra law, any chieftain who thinks themselves tits my better may challenge me on the first day of my rule. I show you this gesture to prove that I am no imperial in disguise, and that Tundra traditions will be respected in Alkandra. Since there are no chieftains here, I offer this bout to any orc present who thinks themselves my better. My compatriots will not interfere. If I fall, then you will take my mantle.” It was a smart gesture, and one she knew she wouldn’t have to back up. The name ‘Thomas Adarian’ might’ve been synonymous with ‘hatred’ in the Tundra, but that hatred was born from respect, and that respect was born from fear. None of the matriarchs were battle queens, not like my mother had been. And it was with her name in my mind, that I reached back, and grabbed my axe. “I will accept your challenge, Governess.” “ Trenok, no! ” Certiok cried, grabbing for me. But the words had been said, and all had heard them. The future was set in stone. I shook my wife off me like she was a fly, and took three steps toward Adrianna. “I believe I have identified my thanatomanic dream. That's what she had thought then amid a swirl of cats' eyes and the scent of Rosemary as she splayed out like an Ichthus scratched onto a Roman floor. They were probably screwed but the sight of her on that table would be in his mind for a very long time. After a moment the dark haired young slut gasped,"Fuck me! Fuck me while I eat her!" His whole right arm turning to flame. "He sees you when you're sleeping." I hurry outside and I see a fire several blocks away… then another… I stop counting at six and realize that this church isn’t on the list. There was no semen residue in his bed that he could recall. I ignored them. “Take a bow, young black man!” Amy's mom said. For the moment we agreed to treat it as though, Peter and I were going to be the renters. "Get the replacement for the first councilor ready. More exhausted than I had been in a long time, I stepped out of the Hardcore bathroom and looked at my bed like it was the love of my life. That should tell you a lot! I cannot tell that there was ever a cut. Rithi would undo her miracle that saved my wives. “I'm not gay,” I told her. It should be safe from the others. Dr. McLemore could feel his hardness and knew he was the submissive she has been looking for. “Oh, Mommy, take tits my cum!” Edgar was interested because he had never been with a lover that big. It wasn’t a solid rubber ball like you would normally see, instead it was oral hollow and perforated, like a whiffle ball, to let the wearer’s saliva leak freely. I’m sorry David, straight I need to go now. I became aware that I was exposing myself to her, and the sight of my blushing wet womanhood caused an odd surge of shame to subdue my desire. Megan went white. I was mortified but somehow couldn’t move my hand.