Luca chuckled evilly as he watched Nichole lapping at the assassin girl’s sopping pussy.  He wondered if she really believed that she might spare the girl a pregnancy, or if she was just already that obedient.  His manhood continued to stand erect in his lap, glistening with the proof of the priestess’s shame.<br/><br/>The orcs gathered round Nicole and the assassin, grunting lewd things, taunting the assassin that she was going to cum again if she wasn’t careful, this time from a girl!<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>The next morning, Nichole awakened in Luca’s bed, still collared, again dripping with his seed.  She hadn’t had half so bad a time as the assassin who’d be waking up in a cell on a stiff cot right about now, after servicing dozens of orcs instead of just one virile teifling.<br/><br/>Luca shot her a calm glance, almost tender, then looked back at his maps.  He was studying the Andoran countryside.  He and his scouts had built this map over the past months, and now he was prepared to use it.  The tiefling pointed to one particular famring village.  Not too close, not to far, and gave a satisfied nod.<br/>