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Two orcs came up to me and pressed forty-five gold pieces into my hand. “Do you think you can handle them?” Yavara whispered to Prestira as they licked cum from the floor. Prestira regarded the approaching patrons, then shook her head. “You’re going to have to take one for the team.” Yavara didn’t have time to negotiate. She was quickly pulled up by the hips and held parallel to the floor, her limbs dangling helplessly. An exhilarated yelp came from her, followed by a tremoring whimper. The orc pressed his head to Yavara’s gaping rim, and pushed. Yavara moaned huskily, her eyes closed, her face fixed in concentration. The orc pushed deeper. Yavara’s moans grew louder and higher, turning to gasping cries of pure delight. Her back slowly arched as she was penetrated, as if the orc’s cock compelled its curvature by the inch. The other orc positioned himself in front of her, and pushed his cock into her mouth. Yavara’s jaw was opened to capacity, her neck bulged, her eyes glimmered, but she didn’t surrender even a gag. The audience was enraptured, their cheers dwindled to a hushed silence as they watched Yavara take both beasts to the hilt. It didn’t seem anatomically possible, and japanese the orcs were just as amazed as everyone else, staring with disbelieving eyes when the last of themselves disappeared. Though they violated the woman between them, they did it with an odd gentleness that bordered on reverence. They couldn’t know on a logical level that they were servicing their rightful queen, but I suspected they knew somewhat on an instinctual level. Prestira watched with wide eyes from the floor, her face a portrait of admiration. The strong-willed, unconquerable Prestira, seemingly kneeling in worship before the idol of depravity. Yes, Yavara was special, and though none but Brock, Prestira and I knew why, everyone knew that it was so. The orcs retreated to Big Boobs the end, then drove as one, and Yavara bent between them, her eyes rolled back. Again, and again they did it; withdrawing slowly before thrusting fiercely, filling the whore in a ritualistic, primal dance. The crowd’s noise swelled with each retreat, and roared with the sudden advance, an auditory compliment to Yavara’s gurgled screams. Six goblins came up to me and pressed their gold into my hands, breaking me from my trance. “We want the witch!” The three-foot tall spindly man said. “And how can I serve you little guys?” Prestira said lustfully, crawling over to me and the patrons. “We’re here to serve you, Prestira.” Their spokesman said, a long, forked tongue descending from his mouth. “Are you going to clean out teen my filthy holes?” Prestira grinned, her shoulders pushed forward, pressing her breasts together amateur as she seductively swayed her hips behind her. 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