<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Wilderness east of Yartar</span></b><br/><br/>Grull opens his mouth wide to yell at the clumsy orcs who are upsetting his quality time with his new slave.  There is no orcish word for 'careful' so he simply begins to call them<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Orc scu..."</span>before his face is smothered in the fullness of Lydia's bosom.  She can feel his sharp teeth on her soft flesh, the heavy tusks confining the swell of her breast on either side like book ends around a heavy and overstuffed tome.  His tongue roughly drags across her nipple as if tasting the ripe fruit.  Lydia's instincts are good as the large orc is sprawled out, using his powerful legs and arms to hold himself secure in the wildly pitching carriage.  He makes a somewhat solid nest for her to lie, almost as effective as if he were bound spread eagle.<br/><br/>Orcs not being heavily into kissing, much less being kissed, during your typical pillaging raid, he is somewhat puzzled by the feel of her warm soft lips on his neck.  It is pleasant enough, in fact even tickles a little and while difficult to be sure she might even hear a low chuckle from the otherwise fearsome warrior over the sound of creaking carriage wheels and the curses of the orcs outside.  He really felt like he should be a more active participant in the training of this new slave but between the need to brace himself and the undeniable pleasure of her lips on his body, he couldn't quite motivate himself to stop her.<br/><br/>An unbiased, outside observer, might reasonably ask just who was raping who here as she began to undue his trousers.  He should really gag her before she cast a more dangerous spell but she didn't seem to be able to say all too much as her lips explored lower and lower on his body.  He could feel himself growing stiff and hard.  He should be mounting and thrusting on her by now but then she cast a most effective spell with her mouth.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"By Gruumsh's One Eye..."</span>He moaned with pleasure as her mouth kissed and polished his throbbing knob. This was much better than being turned into something unnatural and he was effectively gagging her, kinda.  Though there were few spells that could make the powerful war chief as weak as he felt at that moment, as if she were some kind of demon, sucking the life force from him.  The hum of her moan around his shaft sent shivers from the base of his cock all up his spine.<br/><br/>He was about to reach out, grab her hair to force his cock deep into her throat, when the carriage rocked frighteningly back and forth.  He had to return his hand to bracing himself.  Then all was still, except for Lydia's mouth bobbing up and down his cock.  An orc underling rattled the door.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"At the river Boss."</span>Grull didn't move a muscle, his balls ached and his cock throbbed and he could feel his eruption building as she took him beyond the point of no return just as the door was clumsily opened and several curious orcs peered into the carriage.