(Holy carp, how did I lose those extra days?)<br/><br/>The big, nasty ork gives a snort. "Probably something like argabl-ch. Cuz if your momma wasn't into stuff at least as freaky as you, then I'm not rubbing my cock against yours and my other hand's not about to give you some apple polishing." Which he did and is doing.<br/><br/>"But trust me. Once hyou're done being pushed into the bed, and pushing intothe bed. You'll forget all the tears and Tirs and be begging for another trip to Magh Meall." Which is doubtless a line he's wanted to say for a long, long time. ... It's still better than anything that ended with 'where the wild goose goes.'<br/><br/>But once everyone's all warmed up (Adrian, Harper, and their combined libidos) Harper's slowly lifted into position. "Now remember, honey, it's going to go a lot easier if you're not an elven tight-ass. If you try to fight the big stick it only makes things harder and less comfortable."