Losing that, she professed herself thirsty, so I brought her another flagon of Blackbriar mead. Whilst I was not counting, I estimated her to have consumed at least two of the heady brews already. “Oh, thank you.” She drained half of it in one swig, wiped her mouth with the back of one hand ere she downed the remainder. “I’ll tell you what.” Oh no. I knew what was coming. “Why don’t I show you what we do in Solstheim? It will be fun – come on!” Jumping up on a table, she began to dance, writhing as the local bard began a tune and the crowd stomped and clapped, keeping time. “Awww… isn’t this fun?” she beamed. I gazed at her, no longer even slightly embarrassed by her behaviour; I felt only love and admiration, enow to Shout it at her, project it as through will. Orcs kept thrusting drinks at her, and she did her best to keep up. She leapt from table to table, a roar erupting as she stumbled or stepped in the remains of someone’s meal, knocked over a tankard. Many greenish-grey hands kept her from falling – a few, I noted with some annoyance, a bit too helpful, lingering overly long in places that small tits were not the most likely spots to save her from falling. Yet this, too, I had learned was an Orsimer tradition: A near-orgy would ensue after a wedding, but although the festivities would begin communally, most paired off with their usual spouses into their own huts or rooms (many of which were shared in any case) ere long. For now, however, the night was heating up as Vilja continued to dance – and imbibe more spirits. Here and there, a few orcs began the celebratory rites, biting each other’s lips bloody – hardly avoidable, given their tusks – as they roughly kissed. A few even swatted one another’s cheek or buffeted an ear, playfully professing their love and lust in the orcish way. Soon, clothing and armour made its way Hardcore to the floor – including, I was suddenly horrified to see, Vilja’s! Several green hands steadied her as my love stepped out of her blue dress, more than one on her round buttocks as others held – or rather stroked – her ivory legs. Again I restrained myself; orcs frequently pawed at one another thusly, going so far as engaging in heavy foreplay, though they japanese rarely actually coupled with someone other than, as I have mentioned, their usual spouse (or spouses; orc chiefs, especially, were allowed – even expected to have – several wives. I briefly wondered if a female could become chief, and thereby acquire more than one husband; I felt it only fair…). The crowd became more raucous, the smoky longhouse air heavy with the strong odours of orc sweat and intensifying sex, the sweetness of mead, headiness of orcish ale. Couples and trios began to conjoin, grunts, moans, guffaws punctuating the murmured sounds of love: “You’re too pretty for an orc, but I still love you.” “Grr… Stick that in me, you great, ugly horker!” “My, what big tits you have.” “Grr! That’s the biggest sword I ever seen!” Not exactly my idea of lovemaking, but to each his or her own, I thought. Perhaps not long ago I would have found the scene intensely arousing; just now I had thoughts and eyes only (well, perhaps not entirely ) for Vilja. Approaching her, I could not believe that she seemed oblivious to the activities around her; whilst at least two couplings went on beneath her she danced and clapped, accompanied by neither music or clothing, quite nude but for a ring or two and the Amulet of Mara, bouncing above her enticingly jiggling breasts. Withal, her eyes did not leave mine as a big, naked orc male bent an ample female over the table virtually between my bride’s feet, began to thrust vigorously into her. Another male sat naked upon the same table, large thews splayed, two females slurping noisily at his engorged green member as he rumbled encouragement. I plucked Vilja, half giggling, half shrieking in surprise asian and (I hoped) excitement, from her perch. I carried my bare bride over a shoulder into the starry night. My cock was raging. When I Hardcore dropped my skirt Jack said, I’ve been a good girl. We both got in my bed and started to naked spoon. It was Monica's turn to be in the middle next. "Do it for you wife!" Have a good evening, wish we could go out to dinner.” But Rex kept pushing small tits and the huge monster dick easily slid inside her. “Don’t worry Georgia; you’ll leave here with a top quality job.” Daisy was frozen in her place on the cool sidewalk, watching the two men in what seemed like a very heated situation. I need to do something special for Joe. But she won’t even let me touch her. I’ve got to be honest though, I never really expected things to go the way it did, but then again, never did my dad. Clara had come over to do a couple shoots with us. I wore black slacks, high-heeled pumps, a red blouse with pearls. Lucie looked at the unconscious female then back to her brother. “Deja vu all over again?” I asked softly. In my trademark style, I’d talk back to her, and offer her perspectives outside of her own. I knelt there on my hands and knees between the two futas. “I mean come on! “Uh-huh,” he asian japanese groaned, his strokes hard. I’m a loser with my women because not only because I can’t satisfy them, I don’t even like putting out the effort. Jennifer is rocking back and forth on my lap. It'll just make the scandal that more salacious.”