<b>Wilderness east of Yartar</b><br/><br/>Lydia leaves her mint green top on the other bench. The two shoulder straps of her ice-blue floral print with the heavy cleavage are slid onto her upper arms. The next jolt of the carriage sends the cloth straight down her arms, leaving her white plunge bra exposed. So she unhooks it, and tosses it aside leaving herself topless above the abdomen. Her boobs are in Grull's bewildered face, twin pink nipples jutting from fleshy mountains that quake with the carriage's wild motion.<br/><br/>Those idiots up top should have put her driver back in charge. Well, no help for it now. The best way to stop herself from getting jiggled like crazy is to lean into the big orc, rubbing herself down him as she repositions. First she slides down his face, then the two rounded peaks are pressing into his chest as her lips lower to his green neck, kissing the skin passionately. Next she continues downward, rubbing herself across his muscled body as her lips dance a trail of kisses between his pectorals. Her breath heated on his body, she lowers herself further as her fingers tug at the ties on the garment shielding his mighty orchood.<br/><br/>Once Grull is free of his special raiding pants, Lydia continues her descent. Her hot kisses make their way down to his navel, as her breasts brush over Grull's liberated rod. Moving to kneel on the carriage floor, Lydia continues the line of kisses down, before finally moving to the tip of his mighty scepter, kissing twice and then beginning to polish the sensitive flesh there with her tongue.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"So big ..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">The sorceress is careful to sound surprised and slightly entranced - though she's not sure if the innuendo works the same in orcish as in common.</span><br/><br/>Well, if she can't count on her words to send the right message, there are other ways to communicate orally. Her lips parting, she vanishes Grull's tip into her hot, wet mouth with an<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Mmm" </span>sound as she presses her tongue into the trapped underside and her eyes roll upward to his face. Lydia sucks, savoring him like a dessert for several long seconds before she begins to bob her head on the war chief's orchood.<br/><br/>This certainly would raise the difficulty on any newtification the sorceress may have in mind.