The man flashed Lace an almost apologetic smile, though his gaze lingered on the free Orcess, her presence no longer a side note, “I er… There are non-human and human safe areas set up within the walls, the Patrician hopes the unrest will cease soon.” Lace nodded at the man and looked up towards Zu’gar with what she hoped was a reassuring smile, inclining her head towards the city and beginning to walk, feeling the Orcess step in beside her. “You threatened to turn him into an Ouroboros.” Lace said, letting a playful little smile dance across her full lips. “A what?” “Nevermind, come on.” Lace laughed softly as together they entered the city of Thaefar, leaving the confused Caravan Master to scratch at his head as he examined the Orc’s useless collar, their passage followed only briefly by the slitted eyes of the Lizardman. Inside the gate was a large square that Lace recalled had been swarming with activity and merchant stalls the last time she came this way, but instead doggy style today the square was empty, save for the hurried step of worried locals both human and non-human. As the gates seemed to be one of the areas where the racial mixing was unavoidable the green banded mixed militia’s presence here was high and she could feel eyes settling on them both as they stood off to one side of the square. For all of Lace’s natural confidence, she didn’t like not knowing the intricacies of the cities current events, she didn’t know if walking down a street with Zu’gar would be more or less dangerous than doing so alone. “Ahh, I hate doing this…” Lace said as she puffed out a little dramatic sigh, Zu’gar arching one curious eyebrow. “Doing what?” “Just keep an eye out for a minute… I’m going to see how the city feels.” Lace explained unhelpfully and noticed Zu’gar’s uncomprehending expression, “...Just watch.” Holding her hands together in an odd cusped shape she closed her eyes and focused on a spot in the centre of her forehead and allowed the not so bustling city before her to feed her senses. She drew a slow deep breath in through her nose, the smell of woodsmoke minging with the scents of everyday city life both good and pussy bad. She could hear the chatter, dim and distant, all hushed and whispered voices. Holding the feelings inside her thoughts she opened her mind to the city before her, eyes sparkling neon pink for a second behind their eyelids as her inner eye glimpsed the city, if just for an instant. She closed her mind again and shivered, leaning against Zu’gar’s arm for support, her skin a couple of shades paler as her brain tried to organise what it had just experienced into something she could understand. “Ow… God, everyone... Everyone's just… Afraid.” Lace said gently as she looked around at the somewhat sorry state of Thaefar’s citizenry, “Like, they’re all just waiting for the other to attack. It’s a tinderbox.” Zu’gar frowned a little as she eyed her lover with concern, “You shouldn’t do that.” Lace smiled gently, “Don’t worry about me, just takes a little bit out of me is all.” “That’s not what I mean,” Zu’gar said, her voice flat and a little distant. Lace pursed her lips, then remembered, “Orcs don’t like magic, do they?” “It is forbidden among our kind, I don’t want to see you fall to its use.” She explained and Lace tilted her head, uncertain as to what the Orc meant, but feeling a little defensive about its use. “You never complain when I use it for sex.” Zu’gar grimaced a little and stayed silent, it was true after all. They remained in a bit of an awkward silence as Lace’s colour returned, her mind continuing to try and process what her opened senses had felt. “...I think maybe it would be a good idea if we split up for a short while…” Lace suggested with a heavy sigh, “I don’t want japan to, really, but I need to go see my contact at the palace and see if I can offer my services to this new Patrician and… Well, I feel like you wouldn’t fit in very well at the palace.” As much as Zu’gar didn’t want to leave Lace’s side, she nodded a little agreeing with the assessment and looked around at a lot of uncertain, scared faces, “And what should I do?” “Stay safe, above all else at least do that?” Lace smiled a little, “See if the tavern we were due to stay at, The White Bear, is still safe for us to sleep at, and, if not, see if you can find somewhere where both humans and nonhumans can stay, can you do that?” Zu’gar raised an eyebrow, “I thought we were japanese no longer doing the ‘Master-slave’ bit anymore.” Lace bit her lip for a second, then looked up at her with a hopeful smile, “Can’t suck your dick without a room?” A low chuckle rose from the Orc and she smirked some, a bit of their tension melting away, “I might need some coins?” Lace smirked wryly and brought out a small coin purse, pressing it into one of Zu’gar’s rough-skinned hands and as she did so she looked around, sensing the tension in the square and feeling more than their fair share of eyes on them both, as doggystyle if those around were expecting the small curvy human and her Orcess companion to begin fighting right then and there. “Look at them all, they can't understand why we’re just talking can they?” Lace said softly and Zu’gar looked around as she slipped the coin purse into a pocket, her eyes tracing a pair of patrolling green bands who returned her stare, one of them slowly moving a hand to the hilt of a short sword, though he didn’t make to draw it. “Whatever peace is in place will not last.” Zu’gar said, resignation in her voice, “All it will take is a single spark.” “Why can’t everyone just see you like I can?” Lace said, a trace of regret seeping into her voice. Zu’gar shrugged, “Our kinds have been at odds since as far back as our histories go. Some of us may be different, but the way your people are taught from birth to fear us has not.” “I wish there was just someway people could see that…. That…” Lace trailed off and Zu’gar looked around, suddenly on alert. “Maybe you need to tighten up your security,” Chloe teased. Logan let out a soft moan mid kiss when he felt a finger doggy style gently slide over his anal opening tenderly. I was partly a replacement for him and partly a chance for her to relive her one night with my futa-mother. That night when you sat with Malek and Drask around the fire (Good Mother bless their souls), you decided that your purpose would be to spread the word of God to heathens all over the world, despite your exile from the Maternal Order. She was glad to see me, japan she took me out to a glamorous drag show where she knew the manager pussy of the place, and we saw a dead on Cher impersonator. “Young studio executive interfering at every turn, thinking that he knows more about making movies than anybody in the cast, and crew.” She said. And mind your tongue.” My sister was cute. I tumbled through the air in a spray of broken wicker, the pieces of my proxy dancing around me. I hit the hallway wall, bounced. Have japanese you… ever had a threesome?" “You two.” I heard a voice from the front. Again we had a two bedroom apartment a short walk from the sea and bars and diners. I FEEL SEXIER WITH TATTOOS . AND, ALL THESE FELLAS REALLY LIKE 'EM!" Letting out a curse I began pushing my life energy into the spell as I hoped they could hold out a little longer. "Sigh, the nerve... She felt everything - the insult & hurt about her tits and the praise about her pussy. “Damn, that's nice,” groaned Leann. Mandy was startled by Kim's fingers reaching under her to tease her nipple. “Sir, please define penetrate fully?” “The Most High is the Elohim, but he's also an elohim. Smiling, Michael performed the spell for a third time. [I apologize, Doctor Gance; I was intent on us making as much distance as we could. Michael smiled when she took the first hit without stopping. Gasping from the cold, doggystyle Melinda jumped back. To be continued... Olivia spun and got Dare. He felt an exciting flutter within his stomach as he smiled a knowing smile. I’m being raped, but I’m turned on by it anyway. When she took me in, her swan-like neck swallowed to apply pressure, the suction pulling at my spasming loins. She felt so nice.