She smirked, “You can call me Maz’druk if you like? But no one else does.” “Scuse me miss.” Lace turned to find two of the guards she had seen chatting step up, a pair of humans, their smiles fixed and entirely unfriendly as rough they eyed the Orc, “Is this thing bothering you?” Lace felt a little fire form in her stomach at the word ‘thing’ and the decision to trust Maria was made as simply as that. With a sweet little smile she daughter took a half step towards Maria and looped an arm around the now bemused Orc’s, like a couple out for a stroll, “Nope, just out with a friend.” The guard peered at them both from beneath his helmet before understanding dawned on his otherwise sour face, japanese “Oh. It’s you. As you were then.” As they walked back to his post Lace became suddenly aware of the bulging muscles shifting under the gentle grip of her arm and she went to draw back, but Maria grinned and held on, “No reason to get all shy now, come on, I’ll get you to Zu’gar.” Lace felt herself blush softly as she was guided away back into the maze of the city, arm in arm with Maria, “...What did he mean by, it’s you? What did you do?” Maria let out a short bark of laughter and gave Lace a gentle nudge with her hip that almost sent the petite girl flying, “He wasn’t talking about me, he was talking about you.” “Me?” “You can’t snog an Orc in a crowd of people and not get noticed. The whole city talking about a flat-chested pink-eyed girl with a green-skinned girlfriend.” Maria explained casually, her accent, Lace realised, fitting smoothly into place with the rest of Thaefar. “Oh, that's good. I think.” She had, after all, hoped people would talk and think about what they’d seen, but the whole city in the space of a day was unexpected, “Why Maria and not Maz’druk?” She shrugged, “People won't buy from a blacksmith called Maz’druk. They’re far more comfortable dealing with a Maria.” “And you live here?” Lace asked, curious. “All my life.” She said with a small smile, “Mostly as a slave though. Changed a few years ago.” “How?” “A small collection young of non-humans bought me and freed me. They’ve been gathering influence and power across the city through this and other means, their leader-” “Abbacha’ak?” Lace interjected and Maria looked surprised. “Yeah, I thought you just arrived at the city today?” Lace smiled a little, “We did, I went to the palace to meet a contact of mine, I thought I’d meet the Patrician too but he was busy.” “Ahh look at you all fancy-like, but, yeah. Abbacha’ak. The more people he freed the more resources he had. Eventually it sort of became a movement and tensions began to skyrocket… Things spiralled and for a few days there people thought there’d be all out riots. Abbacha’ak was elected as Patrician by the nobles as a figurehead to try and reduce tensions but…” “But?” Lace pressed, blinking up at her as they walked through darker streets and less patrolled ways, the architecture shifting Brutal to something a little less uniformly human. I cocked my head and studied his face like the dog daughter on the old RCA records my dad had stored in the attic. But Stan had positioned his hands on her back preventing her from standing. I follow soon after. The marriage of Earth and the Realms of Lust, Wrath, Greed, etc. was said to have been ordained by the very first of the Magi. We sat in the living room eating breakfast. “Ooh, I said I'd blow you, not take a load in young the face.” Shredding it seemed easy at first, then the damn thing started to reform. We wouldn't have found each other if things didn't get crazy last fall during our competition.” Ox's dismissal rose to attention once again, only this time with rough a great deal less obvious contempt; "Forget it." Mom always did like to baby japanese me. “Mom, I’m not a kid. I was skinny all my life until about two years ago when my breasts started a major growth spurt. Jack had taken cover under an enormous conch shell and hoped he hadn't been seen. Perhaps you’ll even be good enough for the Rape Run as well – a bounty hunter would make an interesting contestant.” I LOVE IT! Each time they wanted a drink one of them would kick her arse to go and fetch it. I liked the idea, I was up for it, but I still wasn't sure. The big man on the screen fucks the reporter in a boxing ring. Me - hahaha.. I felt so excited. well, you could have sworn there was nothing else she liked doing better. As I left the bedroom, I saw Dakota checking my phone Brutal and gasping about Bob’s text message. “Alyssa. I stopped moving my middle finger, and I sucked more on her engorged clit and her ass relaxed just a little. I was having too much fun.