“As you wish!” the orc roared as rope after rope of thick, stringy seed gushed deep inside the climaxing assassin’s trembling core.  He filled her womb, filled her channel, and drizzled down her thighs.<br/><br/>Lucca laughed and raised his glass in toast.  He drank deep of the mead he’d barely touched earlier, then whispered to Nichole.  “How long do you think it will take his seed to take root in side of her.  Maybe, if you hurry, you can save her from her fate?  Of course, a rag won’t do it.  You’ll have to  use your tongue.  You’ll have to swallow it all.”<br/>