As the Horc eyed Alexandria's nearly nude form, he drooled with desire, a thick glob forming near one tusk, clinging valiantly to his lip for a few moments before falling and splatting on the table.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Castr...caster...?  We have caster as well, very powerful."</span>Though he wasn't quite sure of the big word she used, it sounded enough like caster that she must have been talking about that.  Had he known what she really meant, he might have taken that as an unfriendly thought.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Ah yes, I like to lick you, but not boot, boot no good for licking, no flavor, but nice big breasts, yes, I lick.  But you must wait turn, I pick this one first."</span>He said and with an iron grip on her upper arm pulled Alexandria from her chair and sat there himself. pulling her side saddle into his lap, her ass landing hard enough to make her boobs jiggle in a most Horc friendly way.<br/><br/>The larger of the orcs stood to join the little party, his grin a menacing display of tusk and tooth.  He looked much like his smaller sibling but a bit bigger and uglier, though the ugly scale for Horcs could be somewhat in the eye of the beholder.<br/><br/>The caster remained at his seat, watching, pulling his<a class="link link--external" href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHOj887s52g/Wc0RvSujBhI/AAAAAAAAI9M/SXid3MFcQBUiWLCnrLFzeoWP0O4e0g2CACLcBGAs/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2017-09-29%2Bat%2B4.11.46%2BAM%2B%255Bwww.imagesplitter.net%255D.jpeg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> hood back</a>to reveal a once handsome face now scarred and worn by weather and hard living.  He was not small for a human, but merely looked small in comparison to his companions.  He looked mildly annoyed but not enough to put a stop to his randy friends.<br/><br/>The small orc's hands gripped the blonde's bare flesh, caressing and groping, but he wasn't openly injuring her though he wouldn't just let her get up and make a run for it either.<br/><br/>The dwarves looked on with interest but kept their table.  The sober farm boys seemed concerned but uncertain.  The drunk one however looked up in disgust, then stood from his table.  He swayed visibly but steadied himself on their table.  He brushed away the hand of his mate that tried to hold him back.  Compared to his friends he appeared courageous but it may have merely been the liquid kind.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Unhand her." </span>He said, but the Horc ignored him as did the one coming to join them.