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Maybe they’d try even harder to please me next time. “Your turn, Ranger.” The tattooist grunted as he watched my naked slaves bathe in the stream. “What’s that?” I asked, confused. “Brock made you an honorary member of the Terdini tribe this morning.” Sherok said. “And?” “And it is custom for a straight warrior to get a tattoo after their first kill. Brock said you felled two enemies in Ardeni.” I shook my head. “Two rangers, Sherok. I’m already carrying the guilt; I don’t need it etched onto my skin.” “Careful, Elena.” Sherok said, crouching next to me, “Brock and Zander trust you, and that’s enough for me. You brought them,” she gestured to my six slaves, “and that’s enough for most everyone else. But us orcs are a suspicious breed, and if trust erodes, it is hard to rebuild.” “I won’t celebrate killing my own countrymen.” Sherok grabbed my wrist and squeezed. “They are not your countrymen anymore; we are!” She said fiercely. I looked coolly at her, running my eyes over the tattoos that sleeved her muscular body to the chin. “Are all these tattoos Hardcore representations of your kills?” I asked her Sherok eased her grip on my wrist. “No,” she said, “a Terdini cannot ink themselves until their first kill, but after they’ve been baptized in blood there are a number of tattoos one can earn.” Sherok pointed to her left thigh, where a decapitated head and a basket were inked side by side, “This one is for my first raid, and this one I got because I placed third in the biannual basket weaving contest.” “You gave yourself a participation trophy.” “Placing third still gets you on the podium!” Sherok said with such vehemence that it must’ve been a touchy subject for her. “And this one?” I asked, pointing to small hand over her left breast. “Trenok.” Sherok beamed proudly. Then she turned over, showing me the tantalizing length of her athletic back, ending perfectly in two robust glutes. “Can you guess this one?” She smiled coyly over her shoulder, pointing to a tattoo of parted lips an inch from her crack. “Brock likes to eat ass?” “Do those look like Brock’s thin lips?” Sherok laughed, “A chief’s daughter from a neighboring clan was abducted by trolls. I happened upon their camp, and rescued blowjob her. She was tits very, very, very grateful.” Sherok rotated herself lasciviously, her black eyes glinting with amusement, “So you see, there are many tattoos you can get, Elena of the Straltaira. What deed would you like to immortalize on your flesh?” I looked over at the succubi bathing in the river, and smiled. “There’s only one thing I’ve done for the Terdini that’s worth remembering. What’s the symbol for rescuing the chief from a pack of succubi?” “A heart circled by a broken chain backdropped by a fist.” The tattooist replied gruffly. I turned to him. “You actually have that in your catalogue?” “No, I’m just fucking sick of your blabbing, and I don’t get paid by the hour.” The tattooist pulled out his tapper and needle, “There are no set symbols; I just make shit up as I go along, and you get to tell everyone else the deep meaning behind it. Now, where do you want it?” “I don’t… shouldn’t I put more thought into this? This going to be on me forever!” “Gronk is very good, even if he’s anal not very patient.” Sherok chuckled, sliding beside me, “You don’t strike me as the type with an eye for artistry, no offense, so you should probably just listen to him. She had only been training with Coach Garren for a Hardcore couple months but already felt a strong bond. But the two wives held out hands to grasp each other’s and they seemed to meld into some double bodied female entity, that with each of their husbands in them, seemed to get some impression of fucking the other’s man, too. My original waitress had apparently disappeared, the bartender was busy cleaning-up in hopes of getting to close early, and a lone couple danced a slow number on the portable wooden floor. I began shampooing my hair while Vicky washed the rest of me. After I rinsed, I stepped out and Vicky followed to dry me. he came blowjob towards me. "oh dear" he laughed, "you gotta forgive sergio, he has his routine...." and with that he carefully lifted my blindfold. The girl slowly raised up and moved into full view, carefully looking around. It was a warm summer’s day and apart from the talk of a lunar eclipse tits there was anal nothing else different about the day than any other of the days before it, well apart from the strange clouds. It was certainly less than last night, and she was able to effortlessly swallow my load. She kissed me hard and long. “I have had to come up with all sorts of tricks and ideas to please and entertain him. Maybe we can find some homemade bread to go with dinner and some pastries like a Danish or a bear claw for tomorrow morning’s breakfast.” straight “maa. I certainly wanted to do every perverted thing Wendy was shouting at me. I wanted to shove the cock Wendy's hand was blurring across down her throat, and yank her hair, and cum all over her tonsils. She is wearing a white hospital examination gown with only a single string tie at the back. He found himself glued to the site. “Fuck, yes!” I growled. Deb: I stared her in the eyes as her fishy fingers left my mouth, as they do, I bit slightly to grip her fingers a little. Ji-Yun was still the same. “Oh… oh wow.” She moaned softly. I backhanded my cousin across the face, and her head whipped to the side. Mara and Elizabeth were crying and screaming hysterically when the paramedics arrived. “No, no. June now led him to a chair and pushed him down in to it. "Ahhhhhh!" I opened my mouth and slid him back in, the taste was salty again. The cream that Sammy had put helped but it still burnt pretty bad. I cleaned his cock. Sheila informed me. Do it just like before.” he said, stroking her hair soothingly.