Drask and Malek had clearly smuggled people before. Lucilla and I were whisked from the checkpoint, and briskly threesome shoved into the back of a japanese carriage. Lucilla couldn’t hide her contempt as she regarded the simplistic nature of the carriage, though I suspected she would have appreciated it more if she’d known what our next mode of transportation would be. Roadblocks had been set up on all streets, and every carriage was being searched down to the rivets. Malek quickly ushered us out of the back of the carriage, and into a fish cart. Lucilla opened her mouth to spew a paragraph of royal indignation, but I pushed her into the smelly pile before she could, and then dove in after. Lucilla squawked her disgust as Malek rolled us away from the roadblocks leading out of the city, and along the pier. We were given half a breath’s warning before he tipped us over the edge, sending us plunging into the murky depths of the Terondia Bay. Drask hauled us into the canoe, sputtering and cursing, our clothes soaked to the bone, our hair covered in scales and slime, before Malek jumped in, and paddled us down the river. After Lucilla had given everyone a resounding piece of her mind, we sat in silence, the only sound being the soothing drip and splash of wooden paddle meeting still water. About an hour later, Drask pulled us onto the bank of the river, and then ran into the woods to scout. Malek handed us dry clothes from his sack, and then turned his back as we bathed in the river, dried ourselves off, and clothed ourselves in overlarge tunics. Malek set out some logs for us to sit on, and then built a fire ring, set the kindling and sticks, and looked at me expectantly. I’d never actually used my powers for… anything, so when I raised my hand to ignite the wood, I might’ve overcompensated. Malek’s hair was blown back and singed, his face was blackened with soot, and tendrils of flame licked at his coat, but he didn’t mind in the least. He whooped and applauded fervently, and I bowed, my cheeks blushing furiously, and sat next to Lucilla. “You,” Malek said to Lucilla, his japan voice thickly accented, “you are bind?” “What?” Lucilla asked. “You are bind.” Malek said, gesturing to the intricate patterns of swooshing flame that thrummed alight over Lucilla’s entire body. “Yes, Malek,” Lucilla smirked, adding a fake accent to her words, “I am bind. Now I get why you didn’t speak to me yesterday; you don’t speak common tongue, do you? Where in the world is an elf born not speaking fetish the common tongue?” “The Gratoran Desert,” Drask said as he stepped from the forest, holding a pair of rabbits in his hand, “our mother is whiter than you, Your Grace, but our dad is a big, green bastard.” “Big,” Malek grinned, flexing his muscles, “bastard,” he said, making a stabbing motion with his hand. “What my articulate younger brother is trying to say,” Drask said, pulling out his knife and deftly skinning the rabbit, “is that our father is an orc warlord. Those orcs your father used came from our clan, and we came with them.” “Find god,” Malek said, gesturing appraisingly to me, an endearing smile on his face, “bring home.” “That’s our mission,” Drask said to me, spitting the rabbits and putting them over the fire, “but it’s up to you if you want to come back asian with us.” “I think we’ll pass,” Lucilla said for me, chuckling contemptuously, “thanks though.” She picked up the collection cup, and waited for the expected drop of pre-cum to form, and when it did she drew an even bigger flow of fluid into the collection bottle, by milking the shaft and carefully massaging the area under Thor's full dangling balls. This is a true, real story, it is what was in my head as things happened and what I thought she was thinking. They were on her hips and had a panel in the front of the same fabric as the bra. After a few minutes to come down and relax, she moved again to his japan side, pulled up a light blanket over them and instructed him to sleep for a bit. “After eating a dish this good it’s the least I can do,” Nicole says. We were both completely asian nude in her room and I was sure no one would disturb fetish us. Then added, "Good night." We were watching the Weather Channel in the diner and they said that I-40 was closed due to flooding. The warmth of the pill spread out of my belly as the naughty cheerleaders unbuttoned my blouse. Mary was threesome technically my first and got me over Edie after our japanese intimacy turned D/s encounter. She yelled and tried to shove him again.