(No chance for Intimidation. Sides it is completely misused in this situation.)<br/><br/>Melciah's strength was considerable, even when her flesh was of stone, she found it was able to be squeezed and groped, As it was only the surface of her skin that felt of polished marble and not her entire body. It still made for a rather kinky situation though to indulge in his hunger with someone whom was for the most part a golem. Either way the change from stoneskin to are flesh was much appreciated. There was no question about how firm her skin was underneath his hands when the enchantment was on. Probably explains why these raiders had such problems keeping her subdued.<strong>"Oh I intend to do much more than rile you up."</strong>He playfully teased his very willing high born "servant" with a low whisper that rumbles sweetly into her skin as he kissed her neckline and then her shoulders.<br/><br/>His hand reached down from her buttocks to the leather guarding his loins from her wet slit. He chuckled as he slipped himself free. The heat of his bare cock for the badly neglected "Whore Queen" was one that probably met with ravenous anticipation. A need so deep it could barely be held back. After all she practically forgot her words and demanded that he fuck her right there and now.<strong>"Indeed I do intend. I will pound that amazing ass of yours from one hole and the other until you are quivering, muscles unable to hold themselves up, and filled with my essence."</strong>Continuing to dirty talk and share his desires with her he took hold of her ass and used his strength to hold her steady. That way the crown of his manhood could "kiss" the opening of her wet passage. That way the already aroused core and her essence could spill slowly lubricate both the tip and his shaft, from crown to balls.<br/><br/>He waited until she added the tacked on please to her demand, and then she found herself sinking upon his manhood with a firm pull of his hands and arms.<strong>"I doubt you would have me take your ass completely dry my dear. We'll have to warm you up first."</strong>Melciah wanted to make sure that her encounters with him along with the rest of her team were more pleasant and if nothing else civil. Not to mention he had a point. Whilst she may favor having her ass pounded by him, she would need the lubrication, need to be prepared. He pounds into her pussy as this diplomatic tension reached it's crest and he was not going to be so cruel as to make her wait a moment longer. He made no mention of the proposal he had in mind or of the political upheaval he wanted to suggest to her. It was shamefully risky, horribly lewd and perhaps even downright unthinkable from two different races of humanoids.<br/><br/>But that was for later. In the here and now his mouth seized one of those gorgeously perky nipples and a mouthful of soft pillowy breast and he began to suckle hard upon them. He had to purse his lips over his teeth to make sure he kept the sting of them away from such sensitive flesh. His cock works itself in and out of her body, at an eager pace. Quick strong shocks of hot turgid cock, kissing her walls with every motion as his hands helped to work her down and down upon his cock. The spring in her strong leg muscles would help to bring her back to the crown of his manhood before consuming more of that thickness back into her. It was like he was trying to make her body wrap around him and become familiar with him as if this wasn't just going to be once and done. Oh no no, she had plenty of pent up lusts to get out and the hobgoblin was all too eager to help her get every moments worth of fun.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nayla managed to slip into the more primitive looking tent. Even as she neared the tent she could hear muffled sounds coming from inside. However she wouldn't realize what it was until she actually entered. When she did, she managed to see what t was she was witnessing thanks to her inherited low light vision. The place was exceptionally dark in lighting and it looked to be only a few lamps that were lit as opposed to the hobgoblins tent which was much more bright in both illumination and hospitality. Within the center of the tent was a woman, a lovely elven women, suspended by a pair of shackles attached to a hook. She writhed as her legs had been splayed open by means of a restraining bar that was anchored between her ankles. Thus it allowed her to see that some kind of unseen force was violating her womanhood. Because she was sopping wet and the soft pink flesh of a tight pussy was exposed to the naked eye. Seated upon a throne of polished oak and felt, one could see the familiar sigils of Vaulitar upon it. This was one of the furnishings stolen from their own camp.<br/><br/>The one in question seated upon it was veiled in a few of the shadows but the details she could see were unmistakably feminine. Her skin was jade green in color and her form supple, and covered in immaculate white robes that left her midriff and thighs completely bare. Her face was fair even for an orc as the pouty red lips had the faintest touch of small tusk like teeth peeking out from the lower lip. Burgundy brown hair crowned her head and curtains down in luscious locks of luxuriant strands to her shoulder blades. She coyly watched the blonde elven girl moaned against her will then quickly bit her lower lip to try and stop herself from giving any more honest responses from the incredible feeling surging within her body. Between her legs, her pussy was spread open by an invisible shaft and as her hips rolled against whatever was assaulting her, her supple ass gyrates in the air in lewd sensuality.<strong>"Oh my dear, why do you persist in such resistance? All it does is give me further enjoyment when you struggle"</strong>Soft pink nipples seemed to be tweaked and breasts fondled by strong hands.<strong>"How does my creative magic compare to such drab use?"</strong>The blush on the lovely elf's cheeks was proof enough of the effectiveness of it. Wherever the leader of the slavers was, he wasn't in his own tent. However Nayla could tell the hobgoblin wasn't lying about his words. Signs of a male inhabiting this tent and the armor and the trunk of various goods, hinted that this was the raid leaders tent.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Orc Mistress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://static1.e621.net/data/c9/1c/c91c4b94d44675fa2255cf8da04c6cc7.png)</div></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>The men turned to look at the oddly high pitched voice before them standing in the form of a bugbear. Thankfully they looked rather tipsy already which was what probably saved her from being outed in the middle of the camp. They blinked several times and then they all started laughing when one says<strong>"GAHAHAHA! Ya sound like a girl yourself!"</strong>Their laughter was long and boisterous now as it seemed now they had much more festive moods about them.<strong>"Guess the big guy got his bells rang by one of those more spunky bitches!"</strong>They at least seemed much more vulnerable to deception than Melciah was and being drunk helped matters. One of them spoke up.<strong>"Enough joking, the man needs to get his jollies off and it's bad form to not point him in the right direction"</strong>He pointed towards one of the black tents that dotted the campfires where several slave girls were there serving food and drink, and thankfully not servicing anyone just yet. Seems like they were in the process of being fully trained. The black tent to the right was her appointed goal and one had to wonder what was inside there and more importantly whom was guarding this unruly captive.