by Ze Blitzkrieg » Sat May 21, 2022 6:20 pm
Now this was the life. The smooth, wet, warm sensation of being serviced by a curvaceous elf. The impassioned cries of a busty bartender, her hungry pussy sucking on his fingers like her life depended on it. The admiring gazes of the town's less prudish folk, appreciating him for all that he was. Ghaz'nak couldn't help but relish in all this town could offer him and more. He had half a mind to stay, if conditions remained so welcoming. With how easy human women were to win over, and with the lack of menfolk to chase him out, there was no end to the number of holes he could stuff himself into, of the wives and daughters he could conquer and ruin and seed full of his progeny.
Even there, in the common room, he spotted a few. The orc's dark eyes first fell upon the housewife, apparently unable to control herself as she watched him receive the treatment he rightfully deserved. He couldn't help but laugh a little, seeing who he presumed to be her husband humping himself against her through their clothes. Had he been her man, he would have had her spread eagle on the table by then, taking his rights in front of everyone as the room devolved into debauchery. Maybe he would have her on one of the tables; she certainly seemed more interested in him and what he had to offer than she did her dearest hubby. He gestured towards her with his neck between the hot, wet kisses he shared with Elissa, mouthing for her to pull her tits out and give him a show. If she did well, maybe his next nut would find its way across them, or perhaps between her thighs.
There was another voyeur that stood out to him, and once he had gotten to the wife, he directed his attention to her. The mousy lass seemed enraptured by the debauched display before her, and he couldn't much blame her. Especially if his scent had managed to permeate as far as the kitchen. There was a certain appeal to the shy ones, feeling them open up beneath you, hearing them go from soft, restrained squeaks to the full, whorish moans of a woman facing satisfaction she had never imagined prior. He wanted it. Wanted to break her in, and make her his, like he would with all the staff of this fine establishment, given the opportunity. As the elf dutifully worked him closer and closer to what would undoubtedly be a voluminous finish, and Elissa continued to squeal from the efforts of his thick fingers working her well-used folds, he pulled off her sweet lips for just another moment, calling out to the girl.
"Stop watchin' and get over here. Ya wanna be next, don't ya? 'Cause if ya ain't quick, that little minx over there will get the comin' load." He dared her, jerking his head towards the wife of the duo across from them.