"My heir shall be from your womb, and when I grew weary of you, i'm sure the orcish chieftans would love to have at you."  Cal said triumphantly, continueing to rip her clothing off, not that she would need it for what he intended.  She wouldn't be his queen after all, and the half orc was simply something of a deal maker.  As her full breasts were barred, the lord licked his lips, squezing and handling a long sought after prize.  Staring at her full on, he chuckled.  ""And i'm sure i'll have many things for you to do with that mouth of yours other than talking."<br/><br/>Gripping her lower half, he began to rip at that next, fully enjoying the act of stripping and ripping apart her clothing, given all the trouble she gave him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>