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 public destroying the heart of the empire! An atrocity none of your nations even acknowledge!” “That never happened,” Lucilla laughed, “that’s a conspiracy theory propagated by downtrodden orcs to justify banditry, and the fact that their too lazy to get a job.” “Oh, it never happened?!” Drask seethed, “My people are lazy, are they? Well, you 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 voyeur 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 amateur as they both abandoned any pretense 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 do well when it’s taken from japanese her, so she’s making asian everyone else miserable. That’s… just what she does.” “Not nice.” Malek grunted, “No good.” “Oh, she’s a good person,” I sighed, “but once she gets in one of these moods, there’s no getting her out of it.” “Why love her?” Malek asked. “I don’t know,” I muttered, “I just do.” Soon I was no longer shivering. He reached up and slid off her lacy lingerie to reveal perfectly round DD tits. Leah whimpered, feeling the hot, slimy creature filling her holiest asian of holies. At that point Amy, satisfied, began trying to make Laura sit on a chair without a dildo, with similar results. I shut off the water and step out on the bath mat again and I quickly dry myself off, checking to see if my ass is bleeding or if there is any cum coming out of me and I put my clothes on and head to my room. The roller coaster was fun as well, as we zoomed along my skirt was up around my waist and I didn’t make any attempt to pull it down. With my finger lubed I started to rub the entrance to her ass. I got dressed and we walked into the main house towards the garage where Dean and Amy were waiting. She turned around, rubbing the soapy loofah over her tits. The doctor started with my head, feeling around japanese presumably for any anomalies, and asking me to move it in various directions. The voyeur world became darkness. I put my fingers in it and brought it to my mouth. Chalk it up to experience? Overtop the obfuscated footpath lay a carpet amateur of leaves in a range of hues from the same gold tint public as the sunbeams to a deep, ruddy brown. “What does it mean?” Aezera asked, missing context. Hard cock plunging into my convulsing pussy. Playfully licking underneath the head, Tina said “You almost killed me with this bad boy.