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Their loss would burn a hole in my mind later, but I had trained myself to dam the flood of grief. The Ten looked from the hole in the hut, to me and Zander. “Half of your council has just been wiped out, Brock.” Gorlok, leader of the Kraklari said, “That doesn’t bode well for your future.” “You mean your future,” I growled at Gorlok, “because you will remember your duty and bend the knee!” “Bend a knee to whom?” Gorlok sneered, “The queen who just left negotiations of war to confirm the status of a corpse? She is weak.” “Weak?!” Draifak of the Dartiki clan spat, “She blasted a hole through your roof and flew into the fucking sky! She has my support, Brock; we can follow a leader with that kind of strength.” “I’m with Gorlok!” Balktar of the Silktari clan announced, “The ten clans have not sat together for a generation, and after managing such a feat, the Dark Queen sees fit to abandon such a meeting for the sake of a dead woman? She does not have the stomach for war.” “You speak of having a stomach for war, Balktar,” Kanglar of the asian Waldaki clan laughed, “but you don’t have the balls to throw your men into the furnace of it. The Dark Queen wants war, but you will not take part in it. I will lead my tribesmen to victory and glory! Brock Terdini, you can count my men in.” “Glory?” Vultar of the Hektaki tribe roared, “The Dark Queen will not attack the Highlands! We will sit at the border and take the elven punishment on our lands until they capitulate. No, Brock, I cannot send my men to such pointless slaughter.” “I’m with Vultar!” Jertalk of the Fertorki interjected, “The Dark Queen shows her weakness by not attacking our enemies! Perhaps she still has love for her former people? How can we trust a princess of the Highlands to keep our interests at heart?” “I am sorry Brock,” Vaklori of masturbation the Drundiki clan said, “but I must agree with Vultar and Jertalk. Not only is the Dark Queen too weak to attack, but I fear she is nothing but a puppet for King Albert Dreus.” “Here, here!” Roared Huftraki of the Yugntiki clan, “I would throw my men cumshot behind the Dark Queen if she would attack the Highlands. I cannot call myself chieftain if I send my men to the jaws of war with no spoils to reward them. I refuse your offer, Brock.” “As do I.” Kalkgan of the Higtiki said. “I will join you,” Beflara of the amateur Dektiki said, “but only if I am her candidate for Froktora.” “I am her candidate for Froktora.” I growled. The chieftains all stared at me, and I knew in that silent moment that I’d played my cards like a fool. The whole hut erupted. “…and why should you be Froktora, Beflara?” Jertalk, Beflara’s enemy jeered, “you stand at an army of six-thousand; I stand at an army of ten! I nominate myself for Froktora right now! Who’s with me?” “Shove it up your ass, Jertalk,” roared Gorlok, an enemy of both Jertalk and Beflara, “my warg riders have been cutting your infantry to pieces for a decade; you stand at an army of dog meat!” “Oh, and that means you should be Froktora, Gorlok?” Draifak, also an enemy of Gorlok, laughed, “Because I use your alpha dog’s skull to toilet-train my children!” “I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN!” japanese Gorlok roared as his fists met the table. “You would shed blood during a meeting of The Ten?!” Kanglar yelled. “This is my hut!” Gorlok yelled as he brandished a knife he’d concealed in his hair, “And I will paint it red if I see fit!” “I will feed your cock to your wife!” Draifak said, also brandishing a concealed weapon. “SILENCE!” Zander roared. Draifak and Gorlok were pinned against the wall with the wizard’s power, struggling against an unseeing force. He asian kept going at it and the waves kept washing over her, her orgasm kept coming and her cries got louder and louder and turned into screams as he continued his fervent licking. Virtually all of my afternoon was spent resolving the case and taking statements from the witnesses. WHAT THE FUCK?" “Now doggy style,” she instructs as she positions herself on all fours. Cindy: What? As I lay down japanese on the bed with them, those masturbation cumshot thoughts faded away quickly. Her breasts ached and burned under his hands with an urgency she had never known and she amateur had not objected when Mike moved one hand onto her knee. I never tell you anything. No matter, we’ve got work to do. It was an existence then.