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Most of my captives tell me they’re related to some lord or merchant -you know, to make it believable-, but you go straight to the fucking top!” Brock roared with laughter at my supposed audacity, but I regarded him calmly, waiting for him to settle down. When Brock’s laughter subsided, I looked him levelly in the eyes and spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. “Brock, chieftain of the Terdini tribe, you will find my royal seal and letters of correspondence with my father in my satchel. Now I know you can’t read but-” “I can read, she-elf.” Brock tight cut me off before he rummaged through my satchel. He pulled out a few letters with his massive hands, and held them close to his face. In times of great stress, emotions run rampant, and I was struck with the odd desire to burst into laughter at the sight of this enormous orc adjusting the tits distance of the paper from his eyes like a near-sighted cleric. Thankfully, I suppressed the urge, and instead observed masturbation Brock clinically. There was an intelligence to him that I had never seen before in an orc, and a small hope began to grow within me that I could reason with him. Brock’s eyebrows raised with astonishment as the evidence of my identity became overwhelming. He put the letters down and looked me over, his eyes sexy running across my body before staring daggers into my eyes. “It’s very fortunate that you have these letters, Princess Yavara. I don’t think you would like to know what college I had planned for you after you slaughtered my amateur men.” Brock rubbed his chin, pondering his situation. “I assume your father would pay a high price for you, maybe the highest ransom in the kingdom. And I suppose he would prefer you remain intact. Are you a virgin?” I winced at the implication of his question, trying to ignore the way Brock’s gaze drifted south. I swallowed the fear that built in me, and scoured my mind for useful words. The irony that I would have to rely on diplomacy to save me wasn’t lost in the moment. I didn’t doubt Leveria would’ve had Brock chaffering her to the nearest inn on a fucking palanquin were she in my place. “I am a virgin, Brock Terdini, and as the second-born daughter of The Highlands, my virginity is my only real asset to my father. Elven marriages demand a virgin bride, and kingdoms are forged and strengthened through marriage. My father is a loving man, but he will pay you nothing if you return me a defiled woman.” “He doesn’t sound like a loving man.” “He’s a pragmatist.” “You mean an asshole.” Brock barked, “And what a sad future he has set up for you. Highborn blood, but not to be a queen. A life of feasts and pageantry, but not one of power. They were all so ready for tonight. When he had settled down enough, I would start fucking him again. Seeing it like this even through amateur a layer of fabric he masturbation realized just how big of a mess he had made. “Those devices operate on the same principles as the handcuffs we use when we have to arrest sorcerers,” Ben explained. I could feel my balls sexy tighten and tingle as my orgasm finally began to bubble up. And that I skipped school to go to the pool halls and play, gamble, smoke, and drink. None of it would have helped though. It was there she met her ex-husband Harry tight and by 23 was happily married and things went well college for the next tits 3 years until Dave came into her life. We curled up and soon fell asleep. “Thank you,” she said shyly. He is very happy that Diane is doing well. I pretended I could, but now that I was here I was bored and lonely.