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Yet, what came first, the mistrust or the behaviour? None of it was an excuse for banditry, however. Regardless, my hunch appeared confirmed, as a search of the remains and camp revealed nothing of typical bandit loot; they had meat – most in the process of smoking and salting – furs, hunting bows, no heavy armour, and few other weapons but skinning knives. I buried what was left of them; I could not leave these innocents to scavengers. What little ‘loot’ I found I interred with the bodies; would that I knew who they were, so that I could somehow return it to families. Thus did my guilt instigate my meeting of Borgakh the Steel Heart. The nearest orc settlement I knew of was Mor Khazgur in The Reach, yet they had no knowledge of a hunting party, missing or otherwise. Borgakh is the daughter of their chief, Larak, and when we met in the bailey of their fort, she appeared to be taking out her frustrations on a training dummy. When I enquired as to her role in the tribe, she related how she would soon come of age, and hence be off to marry a chieftain in some distant Orsimer community. She did not seem enthusiastic about this future, saying something about feeling as though she were ‘in a cage’, and wishing to see ‘new places and people’, yet I do not believe it was this declaration that prompted me to invite her to accompany me. Hesitant at first, she finally agreed when I offered to pay her dowry and assured her that she would be free to return and marry when the time came. Aside from the aforementioned sudden remorse for orcs in general, I felt sorry for her, not being free to do as she pleased – although, who am I to question others’ customs and beliefs? Regardless, I needs must admit to lustful curiosity prompting me as well. Although generally considered ugly (to be kind) by almost everyone, to me, orcs were fascinating. I found myself enthralled with Borgakh’s looks: greenish-brown skin; pointed ears lying nearly flat against her head, which was close-shaven other than a broad strip of dark brown hair on top, plaited into a ponytail; deep-set green eyes surrounded by purplish-brown tattoos running cheek to jaw to throat, thus resembling twin rivulets of dried blood. Not to mention the tusks. Of course, I also confess my desire to see what was under her armour – which did blowjob not take long. If she was atypical of her race, then she was certainly not shy, as she often as not walked around nude in our camps, or perhaps wore aught but a pair of ragged trousers. She even liked to cook in the nude, which I thought was risky, considering how many important bits risked being splattered: For example, her full breasts, crowned with huge reddish-brown nipples akin to my own. Somewhat surprisingly, the chief’s daughter had little body hair, but she did have marvelous dark tufts growing in her underarms and betwixt her legs; I yearned to nuzzle and find what remained hidden down below. Otherwise, her body was wide-shouldered, broad-hipped, strong; if she was immature, I could not see where. She seemed innocent of sex, but perhaps this was only due to the dearth of males in our camp (Vilja japanese had rejoined me, but Lydia stayed at Breezehome to look after an orphaned child I asian had recently adopted), and threesome she had no experience of women. Borgakh had said she was not yet ‘of age’, albeit I do not know what that means, in orc terms. Yet, I would needs check my hunger nevertheless, in view of the fact that we were not alone in camp. As it betided, I could not have sex with her regardless, for the slaughter of the orc ‘bandits’ was not all I had fetish done. And again. That made me feel good, proud that I had something that people wanted to look at. In my head, the 350-unit truck stop seemed like a good threesome idea. TITUS Yvonne has stopped crying and asks me to continue the massage. I turn to find that the goblins and the Biladi apprentice have destroyed the last guardian. While sipping my drink with one hand, I reached out and slid my fingers around his throbbing cock. I was getting all the attention, not her. I waited for a few moments as she continued to repeat and her brow smoothed as she calmed and began to accept this new idea. “That’s what I said,” Freydis nodded, “though I didn’t know mythical creatures of the maternal afterlife produced deer by the hundreds; you’ll have to read me that tale from your bible.” So, I squinted harder at my bobber and pretended I was so absorbed in my fishing I hadn't heard her. If he did that to me I’d slash more than his tires. It points out in the woods, blowjob we all try to see asian what it’s pointing at. “Do you need satisfaction, Denice?” As fetish blowjobs went, this one wasn’t out of the ordinary. Oh yes daddy I do. “Lick my cunt japanese you little bitch.” She moaned, grabbing hold of the whores hair and pulling.