<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sara</div><div class="spoiler_body">Canara made a low, rumbling chuckle against Sara's ear. "I know what you're thinking, pet," she whispered, as her hands slowly stripped the nightgown from her shoulders and torso. "If you're in bed with me, how are you going to do your chores? And what am I to do, forced to choose between your body and your service? It's not a position an orc like me deserves to be in."<br/><br/>Her thick fingers curled possessively around Sara's breasts, playing with her nipples, and one foot stroked up and down her leg. "And that gives me another idea. I should show you off to the village tonight. Everyone's envious of me for having you, you know. And why wouldn't they be?" She placed a heavy kiss on the back of Sara's neck, then whipped the blankets away from her, cocooning herself in them and leaving Sara naked in the cool evening air of the house. "But for now, get to work! Better start by getting a fire going, don't you think?"<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nerisa</div><div class="spoiler_body">Safia put an arm around Nerisa's shoulders in companionship. "That's the best thing about working for Auscor - you never go hungry in his kitchen. He always cooks more than he can eat." She chuckled ruefully. "Of course, it does also mean having to put up with his 'experiments'. But come on, let's see what we can get you."<br/><br/>The kitchens were once the kitchens of the manor house, but had taken over even more of the ground floor of the manor since Chief Mako had moved into it. The constant need for feasts to ensure the orcs' loyalty and celebrate their triumphs meant that more room than ever was needed to house cooking pots, spits and chopping benches. The heat was sweltering and the din was deafening, as slaves and orc children ran around, busy at their tasks. Safia and Nerisa almost ran into a huge cauldron as they entered the building, feeling the heat radiating off it in waves.<br/><br/>"Safia! You found one of my hunters!" came a booming voice from amidst the throng. Auscor was a tall, rail-thin orc who was constantly eating, for all the good it seemed to do him. Today he had a strip of some unidentifiable meat jerky in his left hand, while he gesticulated with the cleaver in his right. "You! Uh... elf girl!" he addressed Nerisa. "Try some of this." He thrust the dried meat in her direction, grinning expectantly.<br/><br/>A young orc girl came running up to relieve Nerisa of her kills. "Get those skinned and into the fire for tonight, kid," Auscor told her. "And get the furs back here. In one piece, not like last time!" He gestured towards a table with his cleaver, narrowly missing lopping off Nerisa's ears. "Go get yourself some bread and turnips, there should be plenty."<br/><br/>Auscor started to stalk off in search of another slave to terrorize, then turned around. "Hey, elf, did you see Tlazok in the Ashwood? He said he was going to bring back a stag or a boar or something. If he doesn't get back here with a good side of meat soon, I'm gonna carve him up instead. He'd go well with rosemary."<br/><br/>Nerisa had, in fact, seen Tlazok early in the morning, two days previously. They had crossed paths in the outskirts of the Ashwood, both on their own hunting missions, but heading for different parts of the woods. She hadn't seen him since then.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lara</div><div class="spoiler_body">Shiva stepped up behind Lara as she looked into the mirror. The half-orc girl was tall enough to rest her chin on top of Lara's head as she slipped her arms around Lara's waist, her dull grey skin contrasting against the human's fair complexion. "The most important thing, darling," she said, letting her large hands come to rest over Lara's belly, "is that you give me lots of nieces and nephews. Mostly nephews, if you can manage it. That's what will bring him power and prestige." She looked Lara's body up and down in the mirror. "You've got the body for it, and if your womb is as fertile as your garden, he'll be thrilled."<br/><br/>She looked down into Lara's eyes when she turned around. "You'll never have the muscle of an orc girl, so don't fret over that. If you really want him to like you... flatter him. Show him how you admire him, how devoted to him you are. That's what men want, a woman who will submit to him and fulfil his desires and serve his ego." She went silent in thought for a moment. "I guess that's what I've got to look forward to as well. I don't have Canara Clever-Tongue's wit or magic. Some man is going to make me his wife, and I doubt he'll be as civilized as my brother."<br/><br/>Shiva sighed, then shook her head and kissed Lara's forehead. "It is a big responsibility. You'll need to work alongside his wife and his other concubine, but I'm sure that'll be fine - they're both lovely women.<br/><br/>"Now, Father wants me to look my best for the feast tonight, so I'll need everything you've got for me. And when you're done, head into town with a load of herbs from the garden - Auscor is going to want them in the kitchen."<br/></div></div>