You will be a beacon of hope in our darkest time. I have but one request of you, Leveria, while I can still call you by just your first name.” “Anything!” I cried, tears welling in my eyes. Father leaned in. “Will you accept my resignation?” “Father,” I said, the tears falling freely now, “I accept your resignation.” Father took my hand in his, sex and brought it to his lips. He kissed my ringed fingers, and whispered, “Long live the queen.” End of Part Three "So..." Zu'gar started, her voice quiet and subdued as to not be overheard in the rear of their caravan as she lay on her back, relaxing casually atop her sleeping bag with her hands folded comfortably behind her head, staring up at the slightly billowing fabric that was their roof, "Any idea what this city will be like?" Lace glanced over her shoulder at Zu'gar with flushed cheeks, her look incredulous, "I-is now really the best time for that sort of question Sugar? Really?" She panted softly, back arching as she bowed it backwards, leaning her hands on Zu'gar’s prominent abs. Zu'gar smirked up at her for a few long beats before letting her eyes trail slowly downwards, following the flow of Lace's long messy hair as it cascaded down the slender curve of her body, admiring as her humans figure blossomed out into her wide womanly hips and then on to her singular best feature, two smooth and incredibly bubbly butt cheeks, both of which were currently settled snugly on Zu’gar’s lap, the Orcs length buried as deep as it would go inside her new 'owner'. "Well, it's not like I have anything else to do while you’re busy satisfying yourself, Princess." Zu'gar grinned couple teasingly as she gave her hips a subtle little push upwards, drawing a moan from the callipygian gifted human. “A-ah, you could, I don’t know, help maybe?~” She said in an almost exasperated voice, throwing a hopeful look towards the relaxing Zu’gar, her pink eyes sparkling in what little light made it into their caravan through the mists from the early dawn outside. Zu'gar smirked and stretched her arms out, letting out an almost theatrical yawn, "Mm, you're so demanding this morning Princess... What's the rush?" Lace bit her lip and continued her efforts, raising and lowering her body in a well practised outdoor and graceful arc, feeling the thick green orc cock as it impaled her tiny star and tight human body, "A-ah, we’re getting close to the city, o-oooh... Ah, our opportunities to fuck there might be few and ugh, few and far between..." She managed to say, her pace slow but the strokes long, almost letting the huge beast of a cock slide entirely free of her slick ass at the peak of her sensual movements before pushing down slow and steadily, feeling every single veined inch as it filled her until her pillowy cheeks were squished against the orcs powerful frame, her own small smooth balls and semi-hard cock resting atop Zu'gar's massive nutsack. Zu'gar watched with such a starry-eyed gaze you'd think she'd never seen Lace’s orc-cock vanishing act before, but the truth of it was it didn't collage matter how often she got to indulge in this particular pleasure, humans were and always had been viewed as a particularly attractive prospect to the majority of non-humans races and Orcs were no different. Zu'gar would never, ever get tired of the curvy view and the added bonus that her lover, Lace, was not party only a willing but eager participant, a trait virtually unheard of in humans who on the whole viewed the other races with contempt or disdain. "Few and far between huh?" Zu'gar repeated, feeling a shiver of pleasure work its way up her spine to set off fireworks in her mind, "Mmm, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to help a little bit..." She said in an almost teasing voice, her smirk broadening. Lace let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure and nodded, her voice little more than a lustful whine, "Y-yessss..." "Turn around," Zu'gar said, the tone in her voice losing its teasing edge, replaced instead by a hunger that betrayed the Orc's desires. Obeying, Lace twisted her body and moved her legs so that she straddled Zu'gar, the Orc's view changing from Lace's bubbly butt to her slender torso, small cock and beautifully feminine face that, Zu'gar noted admiringly, looked just as gorgeous and inviting to her wanton needs without the strangely effective warpaints, or 'makeup', as Lace called it, that she often applied after bathing each and every morning. Lace parted her lips to ask, 'what's next', but the indian words were never given a chance to form, instead she let out a little gasp as Zu'gar reached up, to close her hands around her slender waist, tracing upwards. Lace bit her lip and her pink eyes sparkled in intimate desire as another moan escaped her lips, the Orc’s hands were calloused and rough, a far cry from the silky smoothness of her own small hands, but the strength that they conveyed as they caressed up her sides and under her shoulders made her heart melt and her pleasures redouble. With virtually no effort required she gripped Lace by the shoulders and pulled her down against her body, one strong arm draped across the flushed skin of Lace’s back, her hand tangling in Lace's long erratic hair, holding her in place, her other spare hand moving down to firmly grasp and squeeze one of her fuckdolls luscious ass cheeks, feeling as the softness splayed between her spread fingers. The colon is an organ.” She winked at me. “It's not counted as a sexual place like the uterus and ovaries are, though. Her face was seemingly frozen in orgasmic bliss as I made one final thrust party into her and stayed outdoor there, knowing how she liked it. I danced my tongue around inside of Mom's pussy in celebration. "All those horny boys couple in your house." "That was wonderful," she Once again she moves in to check what it was. All those in favor, please signify by saying aye," Sheila announced in the voice of a true parliamentarian. However I stopped myself and pulled out the head a little and made circular motions at the entrance of my hole. Soon he was looking at her blue and grey pleaded skirt. With a dildo between her collage legs. It sex “Carlos,” she is surprised and looks over her shoulder,” what are you doing here?” Henry and Beatrice woke up first and looked at indian each other sleepily. I just received a complaint that you were racist and antagonistic to two other guests. BrokenBrumbyGirl That frustration stayed on my mind as I stalked back to the cabin.