“Zander?” I yelled, “Where the fuck is Zander?!”
A young Protaki woman gestured shakenly to a nearby hay tent. “A beautiful day indeed, orc chieftain. XXX My lip pouted with need, and I pressed my cock into Patricia’s belly as I arched my back. “Ranger?” I knocked on the door, “Ranger, is the queen in there?”
Elena’s head of disheveled platinum hair sprung from curtains, which quickly drew together about her neck. She could’ve told me moon was made of cheese, and I would’ve just blissfully nodded my head, and smiled. A moment later, there was a rustle in the curtains right below her, and a familiar dark face popped out. “Cool.” I said. She studies me, learns from me, tests me. “Perhaps, but if you put your support behind one of them, it would tip the scales of power. “I never bowed to you.”
“Ah, so
