The Twenty Second Champion of Ignam Can’t Find his Key

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“Come on, come on!” Benny loudly complained as he started his search for his key the third time. Pillows were once more being flung off the couch across the small house he lived in as he started taking apart the couch again. Somehow he’d lost the key to his cock cage and despite how she’d milked him, Tamani had certainly not quelled the raging inferno in his loins. Oh no, despite her milking him of his cum through his ass, he was still horny as could be. Thank the Gods or whoever had made Mareth that you could merely think of a place and be teleported there rather than have to walk the distance yourself, because otherwise he’d have likely fallen prey to the first imp or goblin that crossed his path. Of course, they’d have to realise how lustful he was but considering his ruined clothing, he doubted it would have taken long.

Benny clenched his fists again and had to stop himself again, his ass twitching at the thought of some hot goblin bimbo, her breasts nearly bursting from her bondage straps coming across him while he’d walk back. Or even worse, a hot imp stud, using its dark magic on him, leaving him slavering on its cock before it plunged its hot and thick meat into him. Despite himself, Benny couldn’t help but reach up and begin to fondle his own breast, while his other hand reached behind him, finding its way to his back door. He didn’t push in but it was so tempting.

He pushed a finger into his still somewhat lubed hole and breathed a bit deeper. At the same time he began to tease the teat of his engorged breasts, a bit of milk dribbling out of them and pleasing him even though he was a guy. With his finger he slowly began to saw it in and out of his ass, opening and spreading the hole more as he started to insert two fingers, remembering the times he’d been done in that hole before. Now he could add another notch to his ass getting fucked. As his fingers came closer to where he knew his special place was, his ass felt better and better, tingles of pleasure from the nerves there firing off as he continued his slow finger fuck.

Of course, that was when he felt a presence behind him. Benny looked, a bit startled, and saw the smug looking face of his housemate, Jezzy. She was a tall futa elf who had joined up with the growing town after she was saved by the previous champion. Either way, she owned the house, and he was allowed to stay here until he made enough gems or put in the work to make his own house. He was slowly gathering the supplies for it, but he wasn’t in a rush. Now though, seeing Jezzy standing tall over his rather short form, big, thick, juicy looking cock bulging from her tight leather pants around at, for him, head height. It made him really wish he hadn’t been caught like this.

Instead of taking advantage of this though, Jezzy just looked to the couch and raised an eyebrow. Pulling his hands away from his parts he looked down a bit ashamed of just tossing the couch pillows around as he had.

“I couldn’t find my keys,” he said, having been caught both naked, and exposing to her the issue of his locked cock cage when he’d turned to see who’d been behind him.

“Alright, well clean it up when you’re done… and put some clothes on, you’re making me horny,” she said before walking past to the kitchen. Before she left the room however, Benny called out.

“Hey, uh, do you have some clothes I could have? Mine got ruined,” Jezzy stopped in the doorway for a moment, her head tilting in thought.

“I’ll see what I can do, I’ll put it on your bed. Happy hunting,” she said before continuing in. Sighing in relief, Benny continued his search for his lost key.

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Groaning in exasperation, Benny walked into his room, having failed to find his key. He was still horny as all hell, and Jezzy hadn’t helped at all. If anything, she’d been a distraction. Instead, she’d decided that she’d read her book in the living room while he was there, but also not giving him any clothes, saying she’d do it later. That hadn’t helped at all as she got to watch him full naked, run around looking for his key. It was embarrassing… and hot. Benny was also pretty sure she was reading porn as well as she’d eventually pulled out her… her cock.

His mouth suddenly watery, Benny swallowed as he tried to get Jezzy’s thick, juicy member out of his head, instead focusing on his bed where Jezzy had said she’d leave him some clothing. There was something on the bed, and with a deepening blush, Benny couldn’t help the twitch of his caged cock he felt when he saw the clothing. Rather than something decent, he used a finger to lift up a series of leather straps and circular metal rings.

It certainly wasn’t clothing, in fact, Benny was pretty sure he knew what this stuff was, and he’d seen it every day on every goblin floozy he defeated in the forests of Mareth. Despite himself, Benny couldn’t help the slight amount of excitement in him at the thought of wearing it. Looking around the bed for more options, Benny wasn’t exactly sad when he saw nothing else. Swallowing again, Benny began to don the bondage straps, slowly figuring out how to slide into them.

As he finished, he just stood there a moment, enjoying the feeling of his bondage straps, and how they pressed against him in places. His sizable breasts nearly fell out of the straps, and the straps, if barely, hid his cage, leaving only a bulge where his dick would be. Walking over to the small vanity, he pulled out the stool that was there and climbed onto it so he could get a better view of his small self.

As he looked at himself, he marvelled at how much he looked like the average goblin floozy, especially with his bubblegum pink hair tied in a ponytail, and his breasts probably even bigger than the average goblin’s, pressing out hard against the leather that barely hid his dark green nipples. Hit bulge was noticeable, but likely not at a distance, and as he turned around, he admired his thick slappable ass and thighs. Even just looking at himself was getting him horny, and the bondage strap outfit had already gotten his heart pounding. While he would prefer some proper clothing, this could work until he could get enough gems to nab some comfortable clothes to wear overtop. Plus, despite their size, the straps actually did a good job holding up his nice large mounds.

“You like it?” he heard Jezzy’s voice coming from the doorway and froze, realising he’d been caught admiring himself in the vanity. Looking over to her, he watched as she came in as well, still in her comfortable clothes, but he could still see her bulge as she walked over. Benny straightened up on his stool, trying not to fall off despite knowing it likely wouldn’t hurt to fall off.

“Got it especially for you, ever since you started drinking all that goblin ale,” Jezzy said as she commented on his favourite drink. “Though I wasn’t sure about it when you came back one day with these.”

As Jezzy said that, she raised her hands and cupped Benny’s breasts, her fingers rubbing over the spot in the leather where his nipples would be. Unable to help himself, Benny shifted from foot to foot as she started to touch him, his caged cock as hard as it could get while he bit his lip as Jezzy’s fingers started to slide the leather straps away from his breasts before moving them back. As he shifted, embarrassed and horny, she looked over him once more, admiring his feminine form before moving close.

“You must be horny as hell with that cage on…” she said, her hand trailing down his short green body until it pressed against his bulge. His breathing came out faster now as Benny watched her, his body… and maybe some of his mind betraying him a bit as she led him on. Oh who was he kidding, he couldn’t stand it anymore. Grabbing onto her hand and using it to balance himself, he used a foot to grip the hem of Jezzy’s pants and pull it down until her futa cock was exposed.

“Hiya Slut, wanna fuck?” Benny said in his best impression of the goblin girls he’d come across in his travels, sounding like one of those bimbos with ease. His favourite drink had altered his body in such a way as to be almost indistinguishable from them, even in voice. Jezzy smiled at that, one hand moving to her cock as Benny asked.

“Thought you’d never ask,” as she said that she moved behind Benny, and a finger trailed Benny’s hips until she moved it into Benny’s ass, and moving the leather strap there to the side. As she did so, her cock slid between Benny’s legs. Just the feeling of the thick rod left Benny quivering a bit as he swallowed. With her lithe Elven hands, Jezzy slowly began to bend Benny over, her hands gripping his arms as she helped Benny keep balance despite his oversized breasts making it hard to keep from falling off the stool. Jezzy pulled back a bit, letting her cock slide from between Benny’s legs and then line up with his ass. Using his arms, Benny gripped his ass and spread it for her, giving her the perfect target to stick her member into him, his lust battering away any concern for his manly pride.

Since he was already lubed up from his time with Tamani, as Jezzy began to push forward, she didn’t even have to push hard before her cock began to spread him out. Benny let out a girlish moan as Elven futa began to spread him out with her thick dick while his back arched. Without much resistance, Jezzy began to push in further, moaning herself as Benny’s wet hole surrounded and pulsed for her, twitching from the pleasure Benny was feeling as his ass was filled with Jezzy’s Elven cock.

Then as she reached a certain point, Benny let out a louder squeak as he felt the pleasure bloom within him as Jezzy hit that special spot. Benny’s caged cock jumped and he squeezed down on Jezzy’s dick, no doubt encouraging her further as she began to pull out just a bit before pushing back in, hitting him there once more. Breath quickening in time with his growing lust, Benny started to moan in time with Jezzy’s thrusts, unable to help her by thrusting back into her with his compromised position, and this seemed to work. The more Benny moaned, the faster Jezzy would thrust, and as Jezzy got faster, she grew less gentle. Her grip on his arms increased, her thrusts came in harder, and Benny couldn’t hold his voice back as his moans increased in fervour and intensity. As she thrust, Benny felt his legs begin to grow weak and quivered as she thrust into him, each wave of pleasure slowly chipping at the strength in his legs.

Very soon it became a battle to keep the pleasure from overwhelming him so that he could stay upright to keep feeling the pleasure, and yet, it was the pleasure that was chipping away at his strength.

“Oh Marae, more~!” Benny cried out, sounding like every other Goblin bimbo as Jezzy continued to hollow him out with her divine dick, filling him up over and over again, stretching him out and bashing his bitch button with her cock. Jezzy was moaning as well as she continued to increase in speed, fucking him at a merciless pace with her hard and delightful dick. Benny felt his caged cock begin to spurt something but he was still lost in the pleasure, his swinging breasts dripping milk as he was fucked, the fucking encouraging more milk to drip from his full and engorged teats.

“God baby, you feel soo goood~!” Jezzy herself cried out as she fucked him harder, and his pleasure continued to rise. This was like Akbal again, this was like that dessert tribe of demons again. This was like he was with Tamani again, and it felt amazing as he was fucked deeper and harder. His head fell forward, unable to have the strength to keep it up as his legs felt like they were about to give out.

Then with a final thrust, Jezzy hilted herself in Benny, his caged dick and his ass spasmed again as the thrust blasted another wave of pleasure through him before he began to feel a warm sensation spreading from his ass and filling him up. Both Benny and Jezzy moaned in unison as Benny’s legs finally gave out and he was forced to rely on Jezzy’s strength and her cock to keep him up, pushing her cock into him further. Slowly, Jezzy stumbled to Benny’s bed and fell into it, sending another wave of pleasure through them as the movement disrupted Jezzy’s cock again and another spasm blew through it, filling Benny more. The two lay there, breathing hard and catching their breath, while Jezzy wrapped her arms around Benny and held him like a teddy bear. Slowly, their position moved from the two lying there with Benny on top, into Jezzy turning to the side, becoming the big spoon of the two.

“Can I have my key now?” Benny asked as he held onto her arms, his eyes half lidded from the exhaustion of both the day and the fun they’d just had.

“I actually don’t have it. I don’t know where it went,” Jezzy said as she stroked Benny’s bubblegum pink hair. The goblin shemale frowned as she said that, not liking his new situation.

“Oh… I just thought…”

“If you want we can go and find a locksmith in the morning, or get some Succubus milk,” Jezzy suggested as she began to pull the covers up to cover them. As she did so, Benny nodded along.

“Okay, a locksmith then, in the morning…” he said as he closed his eyes, not minding the cock still stuffing him in the slightest.

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Revenge of Lashkhad (Original Fantasy)

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“When I came to liberate my people, I hadn’t realised it would come with such… rewards,” Graka’s new Husband said he looked down from the old Chief’s throne, gazing upon all of those who had once been a part of the old Chief’s harem. Many in the harem giggled as he said this, and Graka could already see some lustful looks being shared between the various ladies. Among them had been Elvish and Orcish women, a few Dwarven women from the nearby fortress, and even a human from the east, all conquered by the Chief in one way or another. Graka herself had been conquered when her Husband had challenged the strength of the Chief when he was a mere champion of the tribe and they had both ended up in the arena.

Much like how the old Chief had won her, his harem as well as everything of his had been won by the champion of the elves who lived in their city of Lashkhad just to the north east. Unlike before, however, her new master had released everyone who desired it, which meant every Dwarf, the one human, and nearly every elf had left the new chief’s harem. That is except for a few elves who obviously desired strong children like Graka and the rest of the Orcish women, or were pregnant themselves with the old Chief’s spawn.

For an Elf, Prince Patroklus was nothing like what the old story tellers told them of. At first, it was seen as a boon. The elves in these mountains were far better physically developed and closer to Orcs like her than the thin waifs that sometimes appeared in human and Gnoll slave markets around the mountains. Among the elven women, many of them even possessed breasts so large and so full of milk as to rival the cattle of the tribe, and unlike their cattle, the milk was sweet and delicious. Their men were far closer to Orcs as well, practically rivalling the strength of their warriors with their own. Of course, they’d seen nothing yet.

Prince Patroklus himself was a mountain of an elf, standing a full head and shoulders taller than the average elf, and was the tallest among the strange buff elves of Lashkhad. He and his warriors, supported by archers from the forest, had stormed in, charging the gate in a full suit of armour, a massive shield with the emblem of a bull’s head. With the blessings of the Lashkhadian Goddess, he annihilated the gate, and slaughtering all who stood before him. He’d charged straight at Graka’s Husband, challenging him to single combat. The old Chief’s head was soon split like a melon, and now Prince Patroklus was the new Chief of their tribe.

Graka herself giggled on his lap, facing towards him with another wife on his other leg. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the chest her new Husband, her own chest bare, clad in only a tiny loincloth, her various iron jewellery, and her collar as she grinded against their firm muscles of the new Chief.

“Why not Chieftain? You’ve defeated our clan, and shown that you alone are the strongest warrior of all the mountains, why not enjoy your rewards?” Graka asked as she reached down, running her fingers across her Husband’s length through his thick woollen robe of Yak fur. Rather than answer immediately, the Elven hunk merely smiled at Graka and reached forward over Graka’s shoulders, his massive hand cupping Graka’s ass, and his fingers slid under her until they rested on her slit then pushed in slightly. Graka gave a bit of a piggish squeal and her smile grew even more, excited that she might bare the first child of her new Husband’s brood.

“There is much to appreciate in your culture, Orc, why don’t you and your fellows show me some more of it?” the Prince asked, an eyebrow raising as he said this, his smile turning to a smirk as he pulled his robe to the side, showing off his growing member. Graka, her fellow wives, and even the few elves that had stayed all fixated on the Prince’s cock, growing thicker and larger the longer they stared. Unable to contain her excitement, Graka reached back towards it, beginning to stroke it as she caused the pillar to rise taller and taller as she played with it. Finally, it stood out tall and proud among his robes which with an opening of his legs, fell to the side as he was revealed in all his glory to his harem.

Desiring to share in his glory, and not to be left out in his seduction, the Orcish women along with the few elves crawled towards the prince, swaying their hips, letting their curly pig-like tails wag about as they crawled across the thick furs towards him. The harem women did their best to find their place between his legs, straining their necks, squeezing in, or in some cases, played dirty like teasing each other to distract from moving forward. Knowing from experience, the Orcish women’s tongues slide out and did their best to lick and suck at the prince’s cock, or failing that, lick at the thick and juicy looking globes that were the prince’s balls. The Prince groaned as he enjoyed the ministrations of his harem, and as he was being pleasured, he began to slide his fingers into Graka more. At the same time, he slid his arm around the other Orcish woman on his other leg, and from the squeal from her, was doing the same as he was with Graka.

Graka could feel the blush on her cheeks intensify as her Husband began to slide his thick fingers into her, feeling them pushing into her core as she grinded herself against him. The fingers in her began to quickly move around, testing her reactions as he assaulted various spots in her, until Graka let out another squeal of delight as she was played with. At her reaction, the finger stayed there a moment, letting her calm down, before it began to thrust into her with a vengeance. Graka subconsciously pulled her legs together as if to defend herself, yet it was useless as the Prince continued his merciless assault on her, Graka’s breath quickly picking up speed as she followed the fingers, trying to thrust back against them as they entered.

She felt like she was getting close when it all stopped. Patroklus pulled his thick digits out of her, causing her to whine at him, while at the same time Graka saw him push away those suckling at his dick. Graka started to reach down as she started to grind on her Husband’s leg again, when his hands reached for her, and grabbed her, lifting her up, and to Graka’s delight, positioned her over his cock. Graka couldn’t help but smile, her teeth bared in a joyous grin as he realised she was about to be bred, she was going to be the first to accept her new Chief’s strong seed.

Without fanfare, Patroklus sheathed himself into Graka, pulling her down in one smooth move that drew a long and loud squeal from the eastern Orc as she was absolutely filled by Elven dick. Graka for a moment saw nothing as her vision blurred and all she could focus on was the new Chief’s cock, filling her utterly, stretching her out. It was hard to even breath properly. Despite herself, she could only gasp as the pleasure, the pressure, the fullness, it was too great. With his great big hands, Patroklus began to move her about a bit, drawing out more, smaller squeals from her as he helped her get used to his girth. Her breathing didn’t change, it was hard for her to even try to calm herself, and she was sure it would be impossible to speak. She could only focus on one thing, the new Chief’s cock.

Then he started to move her, lifting her up a bit, and then pulling her back down, pleasure exploding through her like a battering ram smashing through a flimsy palisade gate. All too soon Graka could feel herself cumming on the Chief, her pussy clenching and massaging Patroklus’ cock with her hole, and through instinct she began to grind and try use her legs to try to lift herself up to ride the Elven prince, but they held no strength.

Thank the Holy Malamak for the Prince as rather than watch her feeble efforts, she was lifted once more and brought down again, and like a lightning striking the same tree twice, pleasure slammed through her again as her orgasm was prolonged. Her squeals finally petering out as she ran out of breath. Gasping for breath, and moaning when she could, the Prince continued to fuck Graka, lifting her up and down, thrusting into her mercilessly, overwhelming her with every stroke and practically using her like a toy. Graka’s head lolled back as her focus narrowed further and further. She wasn’t even sure what she was looking at any more, all that mattered was her Chief’s cock, the pleasure it was giving her, and providing the Chief’s meat with a warm hole to pour his seed into.

Then she felt it, the twitching of her master, of the Prince. The pace of the Prince’s thrusting into her increased, and soon enough she felt the balls that were slapping against her thick Orcish ass twitch as well as she came down once again, before he slammed her down on his dick, completely filling her womb. Then she felt cum beginning to fire into her, filling her up, splashing into her. It felt warm and wonderful, she was going to have mighty children, strong warriors, stronger than those of the previous chiefs, and she couldn’t be happier.

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Garka groaned as she got up, her gaze bleary as she woke up on the fur carpet. With two hands, she rubbed her eyes, and looked around. She was still in the Chief’s hut, and she looked over to the throne. All around it, were either sleeping or cum drunk women, watching the show of the new Chief fucking an Elf member of his harem, doing to her what he’d done to Garka, and every other member of his harem. The Elf screamed out in delight, and she fell against him, drunk on his cum as he slowly lifted her off of him, and two Orcish guards, came to pull her away from him before laying her gently on the fur carpeted ground. The Prince groaned in satisfaction as he leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face as he gazed out to the girls he’d just satisfied like he was some kind of sex god. Who knows, as far as Garka knew, maybe he was.

Unable to restrain herself, Garka did her best to wobble to her feet, but only succeeded in getting up to her hands and knees. Her legs must still be weak from the fucking she’d received. Even so, she began to crawl towards her lover just as some in the harem had done previously. Patroklus watched her as she came closer, his smile never turning condescending as she crawled to him on all fours. As she got close, he spread his legs, letting her gain access to him. She raised herself up to rest on his legs, and rubbed her face against his pillar.

It was semi hard, and just the look of it made her mouth water. Garka moved up and stuck her tongue out. She licked at the Prince’s dick, uncaring about the juices of the other women and began to take him into her mouth. She began to suck on his cock, and quickly found a pattern, sliding her tongue around to pleasure her Husband. As she did so, she felt his massive hands begin to pet her head, and as she blew him, she looked up to see him looking down at her with a smile.

“Good girl.”

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Hentai Elf Taylor and the Horny Warband. (Worm)
 
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 Taylor Hebert, the Warlord of Brockton Bay and now the Chief of the Bloody Blades orc tribe, gazed down from the balcony of the castle that had finally been seiged down. She gazed down at the village below, parts of it were still burning but she could see that already her soldiers were dealing with the various fires, either the clerics among her followers were putting out the fires or her people were escorting the civilians away from them.
 
 Taylor sensed through her bugs a last hold out of soldiers, swords clashing and bolts flying as they desperately tried to escape her followers. Taylor looked in the direction of the fighting, and leaned forward, then realised her mistake when her now rather large breasts got in the way.
 
 Grumbling Taylor adjusted her position and had them over the railing and supported properly while she just listened and watched. The breasts were still new to her despite the last couple of months she had to adjust to them, same with the ears too. They were long and sensitive by her side. Erotically so, it barely made any sense to her. Why would Elven ears being rubbed make her so horny?
 
 Taylor ignored her question in favour of observing the fight. Her familiar, an Owl, flew to the fight, and Taylor got ready to cast.
 
 The soldiers of the old foolish king she had toppled were fighting tooth and nail with her soldiers, Elves and Orcs alike. Damian, once a prominent jock from Winslow now an elven waif of a lad, danced gracefully forward, positioned his sword just right, and thrust between the gaps in the old king’s knight’s faceplate. Taylor grimaced at the death. It would have been fast and painless, but that didn’t mean she relished the idea that she was causing death. Damian’s partner, a massive orc from a band that she had convinced to join her forces, used a massive maul to smash a charging footman away from Damian. Gog-Balzagar was his name, she was pretty sure. Having enough of this Taylor decided she’d use some of the last of her magic for the day to put and end to this. Sure she would be leaving herself vulnerable, but then only as vulnerable as she was back in the Bay before she learned all this magic stuff.
 
 “Sleep” she cast under her breath, the spell transferring over to her familiar who sent it out to her targets. The foot soldiers who served the old king either fell unconscious or threw down their weapons and surrendered to her people. Taylor could already see her soldiers celebrating, those that weren’t helping take prisoners that was. Gog-Balzagar one arm hugged his favourite elf Damian close, the elf blushed at the manhandling, and blushed even harder as Gog-Balzagar reached with his other hand down.
 
 Orcs. They were horny little, no, big bastards. Most were at least brawny if not complete beef cakes. The beefcakes usually stood head and shoulders taller than the average human and were usually the leaders of the Orc tribes. In Orc culture it was might that made right, whether that be strength of arms, magic, charisma, etcetera.
 
 Taylor had learned that Orc culture among the local nomads was also highly meritocratic, allowing anyone to rise to the top. Even she, an elven teenager of all things, was allowed to take over the clan that had attacked their refugee camp.
 
 Taylor shook her head, ridding herself of the thought. She didn’t really know how they had even gotten there. One moment she was walking away from Arcadia with the students that assisted her, the next she found herself waking up in a forest, in a new body. This body being some pornographic version of her original body if she had a perfect hourglass figure and was an elf. All around her were similar stories for everyone else. Students were suddenly finding themselves in erotic elven bodies with no adult supervision.
 
 Taylor pushed herself away from the railing she was leaning on, in an attempt to banish the remembering of the orgy that had followed. She needed to stop being distracted, especially since someone was coming. She kept her back to the person as they approached her. A subtle show of her power.
 
 Then, as the arms of the large orc grabbed onto her arms, she realised her mistake, forgetting her personal bodyguard’s favourite way to transport her.
 
 “Come on Chieftess! Da stupid human kings waitin’ for ya in da dungeon!” The Orc announced. Before Taylor could protest, the orc lifted her up and rested her on his fat cock. As soon as the orc had grabbed her, Taylor had gotten wet for reasons both anticipatory, and biological.
 
 The elves that Taylor and her followers had found themselves in were not the Tolkien-esque elves, but rather some lewd deviant version. The elven bodies they now had loved to be fucked and were extra sensitive. Taylor knew as during a moment of weakness, she had fucked one of her fellow students. Despite being Brian’s size, she gained more pleasure from that one brief encounter than anything Brian had done to her.
 
 By now however, Taylor had grown to adapt to her body and craved the same carnal pleasures as it did. Including being made to ride the cock of an orc as he transported her to the dungeons where the king was held.
 
 Taylor’s eyes crossed as the orc slowly lowered her onto the orc’s dick. A small moan escaped Taylor’s lips the further down she went on his dick, her mind going blank for a moment as she dealt with being impaled on her favourite orc’s dick.
 
 The orc grabbed ahold of her ankles and pulled them to his side. Taylor reached up and wrapped her hands around the orc warlords neck. This provided Taylor just enough support that she would stay on the orcs mouthwatering dick while so bouncing up and down, giving pleasure to both Taylor and the orc.
 
 Without warning the orc turned around and started to jog towards the dungeon. Taylor was left wailing in ecstasy as the orc bounced the warlord of Brockton Bay on his shaft.