Luca chuckled softly as he enjoyed Nichole’s body in long, steady strokes.<br/><br/>The orcs snickered and leered, drawing closer to get a better look at the failed assassin’s flushing body.  “Think she’ll cum?” one of them asked.<br/><br/>Another one snickered.  “A slut like that?  Of course she’ll cum.”<br/><br/>Luca leered down at the assassin’s pretty face himself as he forced Nichole to drip against her will—as his Nichole was doing to the assassin girl.<br/><br/>They weren't really sluts, of course, not yet.  They were just weak.<br/><br/>All women were.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Pulling Nichole into his lap, Luca wrapped an arm around her waist with possessive affection.  He was starting to really enjoy owning this girl.<br/><br/>He indicated a spot on the map, a small village just their side of a river.  “This is King’s Ford,” he explained.  “A little flyspeck of a valley at a shallow point on the river.  The produce surplus food and tobacco which they sell to my enemies and make a remarkable profit for such a little place.<br/><br/>“The local lord has a garrison for one of his mercenary bands here, but they travel a lot.  So, what can the gods tell us?  If we strike in three nights, will the mercenaries be in residence?”<br/>