” Lucilla scoffed, “Drask, you’re an elf, just like the rest of us. You can’t possibly believe reestablishing the orc empire is good for anyone.” “I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Drask said, “and I’ve lived my whole life in the Gratoran Desert, so don’t assume my heritage.” “When Droktin opened his pass,” Lucilla said, pointing accusingly at Drask, “it took the might of the dwarven, human and elven nations to repel the flood that charged through it. There’s a reason ‘your’ nation is a scattering of tribes now. They had their chance at being a real empire, and they blew it.” “Victors always write history, don’t they?” Drask laughed humorlessly, “I guess they chose to ignore the part where Arbitrus Gen melted Hektinar, killing a quarter million innocent people and destroying the heart of the empire! An atrocity none of your nations even acknowledge!” “That never happened,” Lucilla laughed, “that’s Brunette a conspiracy theory propagated by downtrodden orcs to justify banditry, and the pussy fact that their too lazy to get a job.” “Oh, it never happened?!” Drask seethed, “My people are lazy, are they? Well, you reality certainly enjoyed the kind of laziness my people could provide you, didn’t you Princess?! ” “Orcs make for an exciting lay,” Lucilla sneered, “they’re basically animals anyway, so it shouldn’t be a surprise they fuck like them. Why you shit-blooded half breeds insist on associating with them is beyond me.” “ Lucilla! ” I gasped, but it was already out. Lucilla was taking the low road, and she was going to ride its racist path right into the dirt. “There it is,” Drask grinned, holding his hands aloft, “I was waiting for the high-blooded bitch to come shining through, and she did, like fucking clockwork. If you weren’t bound to a god, I would take your pale-skin ass behind a tree and-” “And what?” Lucilla grinned, “Do what you people do?” Lucilla and Drask went back and forth, hurling increasingly racist insults at each other as they both abandoned any pretense oral of political debate, and went right to a pissing contest. I sighed, reached into the fire, grabbed a kabab, and gave half of it to Malek. I nibbled daintily as he ate sloppily, and we sat together and watched the argument get louder and louder. “Why fighting?” Malek asked in broken common tongue. “I don’t know about Drask,” I whispered back, “but Lucilla doesn’t really care about Droktinar; she’s just mad that she won’t be sleeping in fine silk tonight. She’s used to a certain lifestyle, and doesn’t threesome do well when it’s taken from her, so she’s making everyone else miserable. That’s… just what she does.” She motioned for me to move my head towards them, so I did and opened my reality lips to give them their due attention. So I freshened up my make up and put Brunette on the teeniest and tiniest little panties that were see through and a tiny bra that was see through too. That night Heather steamed mussels for their dinner. Steve took the reins from Mick and gave them to me. Mick then got into the right place and inter-locked his fingers ready for Lucy’s foot. He moved the brunette's feet a little further apart, providing ready access to her glistening pussy. I heard Ronnie swallow. “I’ve never been in a sex shop before.” She said that this was the first time she had ever taken advantage of a passenger’s privacy or private space, but she was oral indeed grateful to me for the pleasures she felt. Harry decided to wait until after breakfast to tell them about the dream. We have gotten some sponsors to help pay for materials and competitions. Ah fuck! “I am!” she moaned, pussy voice throaty from her orgasm. You check on her a couple times to make sure she threesome stays sleeping you laced her drink with sleep stuff you didn’t want her to interrupt your plans for me and you Mother still held back, letting the anticipation build to a nervous tension.