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“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 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 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 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 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 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.

Lace wiggled, testing Zu’gar’s hold and found it to be delightfully inescapable, the Orc’s suadiye escort cock, still buried deep inside her, twitching and throbbing with the threat and promise of what was to follow.

“A-ah, Zu’gar please…” Lace whimpered impatiently, moving to push herself up slightly to look at her but found instead the Orc’s powerful hand tightening in her hair, holding her so close and tight to the soft mounds of the Orcs massive bust that Lace nearly found herself smothered by their soft inviting warmth.

Zu’gar raised her knees and planted her feet, feeling her muscles flex and ready, her cheeks flushing and her breath quickening as she wasted no more time in starting to slam her girthy shaft into Lace’s waiting hole, giving her ‘owner’ exactly what they both wanted and needed, to fuck like animals in heat.

As Zu’gar went from zero to a hundred on Lace’s ass the human felt her mouth fall open, a loud cry threatening to spill forth at the sudden force being applied to her most sensitive of spots, but she instead found Zu’gar’s hand in her hair guiding her mouth, pressing the girls plush lips to one of her dark hard nipples, silencing the cry before it started and giving Lace something to distract herself with.

Zu’gar let out a grunt of appreciation as she felt Lace’s lips latch onto her nipple, her tongue instinctually swirling around the sensitive nub even as her ass was remodelled into an Orc-cock fleshlight.

The powerful length hammered mercilessly into Lace, her own pale cock trapped between their bodies as her asshole was stretched to accommodate the familiar but no less intimidating invading shaft, her ring wrapped so tightly around the sword as it was repeatedly sheathed in her that it felt like her ass was trying to draw the cock back in with every outward movement, every inch of her body burning with a desire to please and be pleased.

“Mmmfm~!” Lace whimpered into the soft flesh of Zu’gar’s breast, each one of which was more than enough to fill her small delicate hands, a fact that she absolutely adored. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she eagerly suckled on the Orcess’s nipple, catching it briefly between her teeth and prompting to Zu’gar let out a hiss as she arched her back in response.

“You must really fucking want it…” Zu’gar growled threateningly as she tightened her grip, taking the whimpering response and gentle nibble on her nipple to be a challenge levied by Lace to go harder and faster.

Lace, who had, in fact, intended neither of those things, felt the corded muscle of the Orc’s arms around her tighten and realised her mistake, helpless to stop Zu’gar she instead held on tightly herself, trying to brace herself for what was to come.

Still gripping Lace to her body, Zu’gar rolled over, depositing the petite human onto her own sleeping roll and pinning her down with the massive weight of her taller, broader and infinitely more powerful frame.

Lace gasped and whimpered, her face trapped in the soft space between the Orc’s swaying rounded tits and her sleeping rolls pillow, her breath, when she could draw it, coming out hot and humid, her face flushing as Zu’gar took advantage of her new position to ram her cock all the way back into Lace’s waiting butt.

Zu’gar tilted her head back and growled low as she thrust her hips into the prone girl, feeling a thrill run down her spine as the petite little thing beneath her hungrily wrapped her arms and legs around her body, clinging to her for dear life as the humans breath was forced out of her lungs with each powerful thrust.

Lace was in heaven, her skin flushed and hot as the Orc all but ravaged her small frame, her pillowy thighs snugly wrapped around Zu’gar’s waist, not only inviting but pulling her in with each deep thrust, her every sense overwhelmed by the raw sexual pleasure coursing through her every nerve.

As Lace held on, each new thrust bouncing her body and sending ripples through her doughy ass, she revelled in the forbidden fruit that was their coupling, losing herself to the animalistic nature of her powerful, even bestial, lover.

She bit her full lip, stifling a long moan as she recognised an increasingly familiar shift in Zu’gar’s actions, her thrusts becoming sharper and less in tune to the rhythm she had initially set.

Arching her back up she felt every ripped inch of Zug’ar’s abdomen and chest press down on her, her breasts luxuriously soft as the Orcess let out a deep but almost muted growl.

Lace gasped and clung to Zu’gar, her hands splayed on her broad muscled back, fingertips resting on the start of an old pale scar as she felt the cock inside her twitch and pulse.

Unable to help herself Lace buried her face between the Orc’s imposing bust, letting the pillowy softness of her heavy tits muffle what would otherwise be a cry of pleasure as she felt Zu’gar begin to spend her pent up load deep inside her.

A moment of stillness passed as Zu’gar grunted, twitching her hips instinctually as she drained yakacık escort her morning load into the eager human, their breaths coming hot and fast, their embrace tight and unrelenting.

“There…” Zu’gar spoke after a few long moments, her grin sly as she caught her breath much quicker than the cum-filled Lace, “I helped.”

Lace let out a little snort of laughter, then blushed because of it, smiling broadly and relaxing even as Zu’gar rolled off of her, one strong arm moving under Lace’s neck, pulling her into a protective little hug.

With a soft sweet sigh Lace melted into the embrace of her lover, her own ass still sore and tingling from the stretching, her hole dribbling only a little of the thick load now held deep within. Quiet and content as she was, she practically jumped out of her skin when a sharp knock came at the wooden boards of their caravan.

Untangling herself from Zu’gar’s oh so luscious body she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide and panicked as she looked towards the heavy canvas flap, immediate relief washing through her as she saw it still closed.

“Don’t come in!” She squeaked grabbing one of their sheets and holding it up to her neck on instinct.

“Wasn’t going to miss,” came the whisky-rough voice of the Caravan Master, “Just… You need to see this, alright?”

Lace pursed her lips a little as she heard his heavy footfalls retreating, something in his voice had hinted at something serious.

Obviously Zu’gar hadn’t picked up on the subtle nuance.

“You know you haven’t got tits to hide, right?”

Lace blinked down at the cloth still clutched to her chest and rolled her eyes, dropping it and speaking in a prim little voice, “Modesty is polite, Zu’gar, come on, let’s get ready.”

“Unmodesty is hot,” Zu’gar pointed out, striking a pose with a toothy grin to once again reveal her gorgeous body, all green corded muscles and soft alluring sexuality, her still glistening cock languishing half-hard against one strong thigh, full of promise.

Lace felt her heart skip a beat as she stared down at the sculpted Orcess’ form but shook her head, gathering up her clothes, “Immodesty, not unmodesty.”

Zu’gar let out a reluctant little huff and sat up, “You’re so hot when you’re correcting me…” She said flatly before stretching her arms out above her head and yawning, each movement followed by Lace’s oddly pink eyes.

“Just wait until I teach you how to read and write.” Lace said with a smirk as she worked the mess of hair behind her head into its typically a-typical bun, standing nude and proceeding to pick out a pair of tight pants that would definitely help to accentuate her gift.

Groaning Zu’gar rolled her eyes and grabbed some of her own clothes, though not before she’d given herself a proper scratch, which, Lace observed, the Orcess did with more of a pinch and roll motion.

“I never needed to know these things before.” Zu’gar objected, pulling a shirt down over her head, a growl escaping her lips as the collar caught on a protruding lower canine for a second.

“You weren’t with me before.” Lace said with a smile, watching as the line of the shirt was corrected, pulled down to cover Zu’gar’s immense bust, obscuring them, though only technically, their shape still masterfully defined under the thin fabric, soft nipples on show as not-so-little bumps.

Zu’gar grunted again in assent then changed her tune, a brighter edge creeping into her voice, “Food?”

Lace let out a little giggle as she buttoned up her own clean shirt, looking every bit the modest and prim young lady and not at all like the cock ravaged Orc-slut that she was, “You’re insatiable…”

“Oh. More sex then?” Zu’gar grinned as she pulled on her boots, watching as Lace tweaked back the canvas flap to peer out back the way they’d come.

“Oh hush,” Lace waved a hand back as she peered around the side towards the city, “We should see what the master was talking a… Ah. Oh..”

Zu’gar frowned curiously and stepped forward as Lace clambered out, but the Orc hesitated, her fingers tracing up to her neck with a reluctant sigh.

A minute later Zu’gar emerged with the fake collar wrapped uncomfortably around her neck. While it wasn’t linked to Lace’s mismatching control bracelet, it was a necessity to avoid the other humans in the caravan from turning against her. They could understand and even accept an Orc slave as the caravans bodyguard, but a free Orc would be an entirely different matter.

She stepped up beside Lace and her frown grew deeper. In the distance between increasingly sparse trees where the night before there had been nought but a dense fog bank appeared the city of Thaefar, recognisable for its sprawling size, diverse architecture and, to the shock of the silent onlookers, for the trails of wispy black smoke rising high from the city, seemingly the result of several burned out fires.

“What now?” Zu’gar asked quietly, so only Lace could hear.

Lace şerifali escort let out a low sigh and thought for a moment, resting her fists on the broad curve of her hips, “Well… If anything, there will only be more work for me I guess? Let’s just be careful, okay?”

Zu’gar nodded some but felt an empty pit settle in her stomach as the caravan continued on the last leg of their journey. She had spent her entire life in the wilderness, save for her memory blurred time in the slavers pit and one night of passion in an Inn with Lace. Cities understandably made her nervous, especially ones with, she assumed, feuding humans.

The caravan advanced cautiously, uncertain of what awaited it at the gates of Thaefar but too low on supplies and flush with goods to consider circumventing the city altogether or turning back.

Zu’gar, who would often run off to scout, hunt or workout stayed especially close by to their caravan, always remaining aware of where Lace was as they travelled, though she spent most of the last leg inside, bathing and applying her warpaint. As they drew closer and the mood in the caravan became increasing grim Lace asked that Zu’gar pack their belongings, a small job that she didn’t mind, but one which helped to reinforce the lie of her collar to the others among their group.

As the caravan approached the sparse buildings around the city gates Lace quietly settled her remaining business with the Caravan Master and called to Zu’gar, hopping down to walk beside the powerful Orcess, all of Lace’s and Zu’gar’s belongings thrown together in a heavy bag, its strap slung over Zu’gar’s shoulder then down between her breasts, helping to define and shape them, making them stand out all the more obvious on her chest.

“Stay close, at least until we know what’s going on…” Lace said softly and Zu’gar furrowed her brows a little as she had never seen Lace in any way doubtful, even when she had been confronted with Zu’gar’s sudden and surprise freedom.

Alongside the Caravan Master and with Zu’gar close in tow, Lace approached the open gates and was quickly spotted by a pair of what she assumed were guards.

A man tall and broad-chested approached, wearing a breastplate and helm displaying the colours of the city, flanked, bizarrely, by a tall slender lizardman in no such uniform, his slit eyes focusing in on Lace.

She noticed, however, that they both shared a green band tied in a ribbon about their left arm. A militia or conscript guard of sorts, Lace wondered.

“Stop where you are slaver.” The lizardman hissed in his strange fluidic accent, the point of his spear lowering, an action his human companion mimicked, though he eyed his comrade uncertainty.

Lace parted her lips to speak but Zu’gar took a step forward, placing herself between the lowered spear point and Lace, her own fierce eyes focused and instantly angry.

“Come now come now,” the Caravan Master spoke hurriedly, trying to press some authority into his low rough voice, “no one is looking for a fight, what’s going on here?”

The human guard glanced briefly at the man, spear still levelled and his tone almost apologetic, “There’s been some changes, the city council elections have resulted in a…” He spared his companion a glance, “A non-human Patrician. Lord Abbachalk. Abbachhk.”

The Lizard let out a frustrated little hiss, “Abbacha’ak.”

“Right, right, Abbacha’ak. It has resulted in some er, civil unrest. It is recommended at the moment that slave owners do not enter the city, tensions are high and attacks are frequent. I’m afraid you would not be safe, miss, if seen with your property.” The man explained.

“Yess…” The Lizard said, a cruel smile twisting his blue scaled maw, “So piss off, slaver scum.”

The Caravan Master raised his hands placidly, “Whoa now, surely there’s some other option here, you can’t turn the little Miss away into the wilderness?”

Lace glanced at the smoke still rising from the city and she found herself biting her lip, considering her options and paying close attention to the Lizard, a non-human guard. The world was changing it seemed.

“…It’s alright,” Lace answered, looking meaningfully up towards Zu’gar who kept her gaze levelly on the Lizard and his spear, “The charade was annoying anyway, come on Zu’gar.”

Zu’gar registered the look of surprise on the Lizardman’s face and she looked with uncertainty back towards Lace who was busy casually removing her control bracelet. She eyed the Caravan Master briefly, then the guards each in turn, then shrugged.

“Sure, I guess.”

The Caravan Master paled in an instant as she reached up and deftly removed her collar, allowing the uncomfortable hunk of metal to thud to the ground, the ring rolling to a stop at the Masters’ feet, where he stared uncomprehendingly at it.

“You were already free?!” The Lizardman spat emphatically, confusion obvious even through his accent as the point of his spear faltered.

“Er, yeah,” Zu’gar answered before her voice took a sterner tone and she rolled her shoulders in a relaxed movement, but one that couldn’t help but draw attention to her strength, “And if you keep pointing that spear at her I’m going to feed you your own tail. While it’s still attached.”

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