“That’s so good,” I groaned. I slithered on my belly, not caring that my naked breasts dragged through the ground. Then she pulled her chainmail loincloth to the side, revealing her shaved pussy. My heart hammered. I made it behind her. His bellows were so strong. Who had taught a primitive orc such magic? “You don’t have to do this,” I groaned. “Oh, yes. “Mmm, aren’t you a big one,” I purred, rubbing at my hard nipples and undulating my body. “The spell has stopped,” I answered. I bucked into his hungry mouth. The night passed without event. The weapon of Thrak.”
“He is dangerous, Master, if he did all this.”
“Yes, he is,” I smiled. Air whipped around us, the grass bending. If she wasn’t focused on her duel with Faoril, she might have spotted me at this distance. Angela is battered, Sophia is sworn to Saphique, and Xera is injured.”
Xera limped towards us, somehow hurt by the shaman.