The Code of Malacath [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Palatia gasps as you speak. You find your lips meeting for the first time as you plant kisses across her face, her mouth eagerly following the passing of your own so as to hold them together. When you break from the kiss, she's shaking her head in a blissful daze. "I cannot deny nature." she murmurs, leaning in close against you. "You are the superior mate... that much is obvious. Any attempt from him to interfere should be squashed and him put in his place. It's only right." she runs her hands over your muscles as she speaks, marvelling your form before you place your hand between her legs. Sliding under her dress, you find her panties still cover her slit, though the wetness is evident even then. Soaked completely through, they do nothing to stop you from feeling up the shape of her lips beneath - only act as a way to hold moisture to show just how drenched she has gotten over the course of the evening.

She rolls her hips against your palm, biting her lip and nodding feverishly. "Yes! Yes! I want you to take me. Divines know, I've never wanted anything more." she confesses, not a thought to how her words hurt her husband. You don't know if she would have been more tactful about such an admission prior to Malacath's influence, but it doesn't matter know. You have her unreserved lusts to yourself now and evidently no one present was going to stop you from enjoying it.

Doria gasps beneath you as you withdraw, letting enough seed spill from within her that all can see just how heavily you packed your cum into her. There was no denying that the difference in your release and Lorinus was so vast they would be measured in different scales. Lorinus can only watch in impotent fury which is swiftly squashed into pathetic shame once you address him. Your words, barbed as they are, tear at his resolve and leave his head lowered like a wounded pup as you toy with his wife before him, while continuing to mark your previous conquest with your copious seed.

Palatia had let her hair fall into a mess with how much she was tossing it about from just the simple sensation of you cupping her between her legs. She seemed like a far more composed woman than that, though of course now she was no doubt revelling in having all of those coy games and eloquent mannerisms cast off so she could indulge in the wild and passionate vixen within. When your hand had move, she did nothing to try and compose herself once more, instead leaning back into you and running her tongue along your neck and jaw while her hands fondles at your muscles and breasts. Her eyes keep going down to your cock, and the healthy leavings of creamy spunk sitting atop Doria. She licks her lips, clearly eager to taste of your seed herself, in more ways than one.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

A deep, soft chuckle left Urzula's lips at the sight before her. The haughty little noble seemed to have lost herself entirely in her lusts, worshiping the body of a woman she had called savage only a few hours before. Perhaps it was for the best; Malacath had surely worked his magics on the woman, but how much effort was truly needed to stoke the fires in her belly? Instincts were instincts, and needs were needs. It was like as not that all he had done was strip away her inhibitions, letting her hungers run wild without the trappings of her etiquette and poise. The hand cupping Palatia's ass rose just enough to grasp at the long, thick braid of hair that dangled down her back. She tugged it, forcing the Imperial to tilt her head upwards, such that they could better lock eyes.

"You want it, don't you? That thick, strong orc seed. Then take it. Get down there, and suck every big, fat rope of cum off my cock. Worship it, show your husband what you serve now, and the next load goes right where you need it," The hand on her shaft moved while she husked at the redhead, her fingers brushing between her legs as they made their way above her sex, pressing into her stomach right above her womb, "Right here. Where it belongs."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Palatia gasps as you tug at her hair. Though tugging like this may hurt her, clearly she's more than okay with it, her mind taking well to the primal truth that, as the stronger, more dominant potential mate present, you had every right to do with her as you wished. Her eyes meet yours with open submission as she nods along with your words. Her fingers sink around your chest, groping your breasts as her palms press against them in hear reverence. "Yes..." she moans out. "You... and your seed... belong inside me... in any womb you desire. And I... I deserve to have the company someone that can truly satisfy me. To bare the children of one who is a match my standing. A true leader and not some overly pampered fool from a long since relevant family. If he wanted me to be his truly he should have earned me, and not bartered for me with my father. But you..." she bites her lip, breathing deep of your scent as a wildness grows in her eyes. "You earned me just by being. How could I deny what is rightfully yours to conquer."

She holds your gaze for a few moments more before following your commands. She slips away from you to lower herself, her pretty dress dirtying itself on the ground as she gets on her hands and knees - only partially on the furs you and Doria share. Her hands curl around your shaft, or as best as her delicate, petit fingers can manage, as she begins to hungrily lick and kiss the aftermath of your lovemaking with your Nordic wife off of your length. Doria watches, still a little dazed from the afterglow you left her in, in amazement as she sees the imperial noble brought low before you and worshipping your shaft. Though she would know better than anyone how hard it is to resist you.

Palatia struggles with your length, as any woman would, though not as much as you would expect. Even the most thorough session of pleasuring her husband would offer little practice that could help with your own cock, though it was hardly surprising that Palatia had indulged in affairs with other men superior to Lorinus. Men that would have done a better job preparing her for your cock than he ever could. She was yet to fully take it into her mouth yet, cleaning the excess mess that coated it first with a trail of licks and kisses. This left the previously pristine noblewoman increasingly marked with white smears as your seed rubbed against her cheeks, dripped onto her dress and smeared into her hair.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Deep, satisfied groans left Urzula's lips as the haughty Imperial settled down on her hands and knees and got to work servicing her. It was a wonderful thing, to be properly worshiped, especially by one who had looked down on her not so very long before. One of her strong hands fell to the back of Palatia's head, tangling her thick fingers through the fiery red locks that were so carefully tied up and restrained. Would that she could simply undo the braid and let them spill every which way, wild as they liked, as the noblewoman lost herself in her pleasure. Perhaps she would do just that. After all, they had only just begun what would be a very, very long night. The wet, warm suckling that saw her copious seed either disappear between Palatia's lips or smear itself all over her cheeks incensed her libido, and using the grip she had gathered of the Imperial's hair, Urzula directed her lips up to the wide, throbbing head of her pride.

"Good girl... now open up, and choke on it," It was a simple enough command, given the scale of the member in question, and one that she did not expect the Imperial to refuse, with how terribly far gone she seemed, "Choke until you can handle it, and then take it all the way. If you can kiss the base? I'll take you right here, right now, in front of your husband, and leave you with a proper heir. A powerful, orcish heir."

A good leader knew how to motivate their underlings, however, and with her promise spoken, the orc pressed down with her palm, hoping to find her shaft welcomed into a tight, velvety mouth.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Guided both by your firm hand and her own overwhelming hunger for you, Palatia's lips quickly find themselves right where you command them to be. Doria's juices, her spit and what remained of your potent cum lathered the head of your cock and mixed together into a suitable lube that helped ease even your mighty head into the noblewoman's silver spoon fed lips. Combined with the heavy musk this mixture gave off driving her even more under your domination, the elegant Imperial lady soon found herself taking the first handful of inches of your cock into her mouth like a well practiced street whore. Whether driven by your promised incentive, or just too overwhelmed by her lusts for you to do anything but worship you, she moans around your cock as she takes inch after inch into her until you make her gag by pressing against the back of her throat.

Its a delightful contrast to her usual composed demeanour, to see her cheeks bloated by the girth of your length and her eyes go wide as she splutters around your cock. She draws back, breathing deep through her nose as she gives herself more room to work with before making herself gag once more by lurching forward. Forcing herself deeper upon your shaft has what must be her desired effect, however, loosening up her throat so she can start to move back and forth more freely as you felt your length sink deeper into the Imperial's eager mouth.

Her husband is left untouched to watch on as his wife - no - your wife demeaned herself before him in order to please you. You wonder if a lady of such high esteem would have ever dirtied her lips with his cock before. Perhaps that was simply considered not to be done for the aristocracy. But here and now, Palatia's inner minx was free to come out and play, lavishing your cock with so much love and attention that anyone would be excused for believing it was your honeymoon with her and not Lorinus'. Despite all his anger and bitterness, he is exposed enough to you for you to see an even deeper shame of his as his cock twitches and rises to life once more at the sight of you claiming his wife so brazenly and barbarically before him.

She was yet to make it to the base of your cock, but she was certainly doing an impressive job in such a short time frame. Drool and cum ran down her chin as she took your dick to her limit and then used your mighty length to batter that limit away and push on to the next one. Her eyes had lidded once more, gazing up towards you in the small gap her eyelids offered - a smouldering gaze that promised she would kiss the base of your cock no matter what, even if she had to reshape her entire throat to be the perfect sleeve for your manhood in order to do so.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Words were scarcely sufficient to express the delight Urzula found in the sensation of Palatia's silky, highborn lips wrapping around the crown of her pride. Nor were they particularly good for expressing the satisfaction she found when the haughty noblewoman debased herself by pumping her big, thick orcish cock deep enough into her throat to set her to sputtering. So, she didn't bother to use them. Instead, Urzula contented herself to sigh and moan above the delightful little vixen as she bobbed and bobbed between her strong legs, the tone of her pleasure rich and erotic, straddling the line between the deep rumbling groans of a powerful man and the erotic mewling of a gorgeous woman finding her pleasure. It was through deeply lidded eyes that the chieftain of Shurkul caught sight of her captive audience's interest, and she could not help but let an amused chuckle slip past her plump lips as she moved her gaze from the redhead beneath her to the man in front of her.

"Someone seems to be enjoying themselves. That's good. I want you to watch. I want you to memorize everything tonight. Every sight you see, every sound you hear, every musky scent you smell," Her voice was smoky, almost seductive as she spoke, her words intermixed with the gurgling and choking of the Imperial that serviced her all throughout, "I want you to think about it. What I'm doing to her. What I'm going to do to her. I want it to keep you up at night, behind those palace walls, until it's all you can do but shoot your meager load into your frilly silk sheets. I want it to play through your mind when she—if she—lets you crawl on top of her and do what little you can do to her."

Her voice became all the breathier as she imagined it, and her rough fingers wrapped Palatia's silky red hair all the tighter, encouraging her to take more of the mammoth cock into the hot, slick embrace of her throat. She could all but feel the wanton noblewoman's breath tickling the hair above her sex, knowing she was getting all the closer to her promised prize with every inch of cock that stuffed her gullet. Her crimson red hues grew all the most lustful as she continued, biting one of her plump green lips as she did.

"I want you to remember when you find her in the horse pens, letting the stableboy go at her, who it is she's thinking of. When you find her abed with flushed cheeks and tired eyes, whose cock it was that kept her fingers moving to completion. I want you to remember who she belongs to. Who claimed her..."

The strength in her hand became apparent as she flexed, ever so briefly, and forced Palatia down the last few inches in one single motion, letting her sputter and gag against her groin as she finished making her point.

"... right in front of you."

Perhaps it was cruel, the sick thrill she seemed to get in humiliating an otherwise proud Imperial man. The rush she seemed to feel in stealing his wife away from him, taking her for her own, and making him watch all the while. Surrounded by hot, sweaty bodies, the smell of sex thick in the air as it was, her libido would have found no issue in flaring to life as strong as it ever was. But taken in kind with the exhilaration that came with ruining a wife for her husband? There was not a force on the mortal plane was was liable to dampen her arousal.

Something Urzula made very clear when she proved herself to be a merciful lover, and permitted Palatia to pull off of the bitch-breaker that filled her throat and more, leaving thick, messy strands of saliva to connect her spit-slick pride and the pretty face that had just been buried between her thighs. Her maleness glistened in the light of the campfire, huge and proud and throbbing before all present. She looked at Lorinus in that moment, a meaningful look, and one that dipped down after a moment, as if to tell him to witness it for himself. To witness her for himself, in all her naked glory. The instrument of his marriage's utter ruination.

Then, the moment passed, and her gaze found Palatia once more, reaching to cup her messy cheek and wick away some of the cum she had smeared all over herself in her worship. An affection rose in her gaze, though still not so present as the burning, primal lust that seemed to run wild in her eyes. She spoke again, in that rich, seductive tone, though she was not half so wordy as she had been with the minx's husband. She didn't need to be.

"Good girl," An acknowledgment of her efforts, herculean though they must have been for a woman unaccustomed to Orsimer rutting, "On your back. Legs open."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Your words, barbed and honeyed in equal measure, cause Lorinus to cast his gaze away. Though try as he might, he can't ignore what's happening before him and his attention is pulled time and again to the visage of you dominating his wife. Standing tall over not one but two conquered women, one utterly exhausted from a recent rut and the other worshipping your cock like it were a gift from the Divines themselves. As much of a weak welp as he is, cut off by his upbringing and drab nature from the wildness that exists within you - that his wife longs for - even his body knew the primal truth that Palatia did. That you were superior to him, in every way. Dominant and powerful. And by right of conquest, his wife was yours. No feeble Imperial law upheld by paper could overrule that truth. So whether he liked it or not, he had no choice but to submit and watch the show while his pathetic cock stood as tall as it could in your praise. It didn't help that you, as attractive and skilled with your words as you are, weaved a picture for him to keep in his mind. Were you discussing something more fond, he might have even found the experience seductive or enrapturing. As it was, it was still definitely unforgettable.

But you had much more enjoyable matters to attend to than Lorinus. His wife's warm and tight throat for one. As you force her down the rest of the way, Palatia's gagging sounds almost triumphant as her lips kiss the base of your shaft, burying themselves and her nose against your crotch as she spluttered around your cock. An act like this could leave the noble woman passing out on your thick cock, but your mercy comes soon enough that the deep gasps of air that follow keep her awake. The once perhaps too pristine woman was now a mess by your feet, and from the "Wow" that escapes her lips once she has drawn in enough breath to speak shows that she's all the happier for it and still utterly in awe of you.

As you cup her cheek, she looks to you with wonderment mingling in with the primal need for you. Did she even remember her husband was watching her debase herself from just a few feet away, or was there only room for her desire for you in that pretty little head of hers. Even smeared with your seed and her own spit with her dress dipped in mud, she looked pretty enough to be the subject of a famous painting. Perhaps it was something to do with her slenderness and the delicateness of her features, a beauty that many rich humans and elves aspire to attain either in themselves or their lovers. That it belonged to one not only willing but eager to debase herself for your pleasure made her all the more appealing a prize. Even if even now her tongue hung from her lips, drooling over her own dress, her mouth struggling to hold back her saliva after taking such a large cock all the way in.

That dopey expression turns to a smile as she gives a nod in mid motion of letting herself drop back with all the enthusiasm of an energetic brat testing out how bouncy her new bed was. Though instead of a bed it was a bundle of furs she shared with your previous conquest. Doria shuffles to the side to make room, realizing what was to come, though her own legs were still a little to battered from her ordeal to take her away from the furs entirely. Instead she watches enraptured as the fancy noble lady beside her spreads her legs for the barbaric Orc goddess that had shown no signs of slowing down of her conquest of the women of Skyrim.

Palatia hikes her dress up, showing of her smooth legs and the very pussy you had been teasing earlier. Still covered in her silks as she is, there's plenty of unwrapping to do as well. Or you could just fuck her in her dress and see just how ruined it can get. Its not like she would object in the slightest to you taking this matter into your own hands. She's made it very clear that she enjoys you taking charge, no matter how forceful or wild that might be.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Given the circumstances, it only made sense that Urzula found herself somewhat transfixed by the enchanting woman before her. It was no exaggeration to say that she had enjoyed her fair share of women over the years—more than her fair share, really, a trend which would only worsen given the way of the orcish holds. Few of them seemed to possess Palatia's unique beauty, the sort of fine, delicate features expected only from the haughtiest of Mer and the purest born of Men. She was slender and lovely, with just a few curves in the right places, a pale, petite enchantress that might look less out of place in some palatial Imperial painting than sprawled out on the furs of some savage mountain chieftain. Yet there she knelt, in the mud of the far north, saliva dribbling down her slacked jaw, wearing the cum of an Orsimer on her cheeks and whispering the praises of a cock that looked like it belonged better on some hardy draft animal than the chief of a barbarian hold. Perhaps it was the meeting of two very different worlds that made their coupling so very appealing. The soft and pampered meeting the hard and seasoned, the civilized meeting the primal. Maybe it was just instinct that made an otherwise prim and proper noblewoman so eager to submit.

Whatever it was, she had no intention of fighting it. As Palatia fell back into the furs and lifted her dress to expose the smooth, silky skin of her legs and the sticky mess between her legs, Urzula was quick to descend upon her, grabbing her by the ankles and quickly doing away with the stylish shoes that so poorly fit their mountainous environment. Her lips quickly fell upon the flesh exposed, planting a few kisses along the closest delicate foot before working her way down the pale leg adjoining it. She savored the feel, the taste, the sweet smell on Palatia's skin as she lavished her calf and eventually thigh with her kisses, ending only when she felt the heat of the redhead's sex against her cheek. The soaked fabric of her undergarments did little to stop her, swimming in her arousal as she was, and it took but a few thick fingers hooked into them to see the garment yanked roughly up and off her would-be conquest. Face-to-face with the swollen lips and the scent of a woman lost to her lusts, the chieftain wasted little time burying her face between those slender thighs, suckling against the Imperial's pussy as her tongue dipped deeper still to try and savor all that she had to offer.

Would that she had more time, she might have spent longer between her lover's legs, eating her out before everyone present, the messy slurping and hurried mewling like a chorus in an otherwise quiet campsite. But she had promised to do more than just prove that her tongue could bring Palatia to heights of ecstasy yet unseen. She had promised to claim the proud Imperial woman beneath her. So after a few long moments, the orc pulled herself free from the welcoming hole she had taken to slaking her thirsts upon, letting her thick, long tongue wick away the strands of arousal connecting her lips to her conquest's sex. She looked up the wonderfully slender body before her, and found herself aggravated that the woman it belonged to would hide it away from her. That sort of body deserved to be seen, exposed to the eyes of the lover who meant to make it their own, or perhaps the covetous eyes of that lover's followers, who desired to taste what they could not have. Urzula could only imagine the looks, the frustration, on her brother's faces to see such a lovely thing, stripped down to nothing more than her skin, sitting demurely at their sister's feet, an obedient and worshipful wife waiting for her chief to decide to make use of her to whittle away the day's stressors. Like some great sabretooth, those thoughts saw her stalking up Palatia's prone form, lust burning in her eyes.

Her hand, rough from battle and life on the road, ran along the swell of Palatia's hip until the silk of her dress saw fit to stop its hungry advance. And when she felt the resistance, she responded in kind, grasping at the fabric first with one hand, and then two. And with a tensing of her powerful arms, she pulled and pulled until the hem of it tore in two with a loud riiiip. She yanked hard once that initial tear was made, pulling the dress open from crotch to clavicle, the sound of buttons popping following the fissure reaching her chest. Only once she had totally sundered the damn garment did her crimson eyes feast upon the flesh within, her gaze all but devouring the heaving chest and pale, perky breasts that seemed to glisten in the firelight. A growl resonated from Urzula's chest as she clamored atop that banquet of sin, burying her face first into Palatia's unguarded stomach to breathe in her feminine scent, her mouth kissing and lapping instinctively at the velvety skin below. She made her way further up her conquest's body, dragging her tongue along the underside of one petite tit before the cute, pink nipple atop it disappeared into her hungry maw, her tusks leaving a trail of goose-pimples in their wake all the while. She feasted upon Palatia's bust for as long as it pleased her, until the throbbing between her legs grew too much, and then moved further up still, continuing to kiss and bite and lap at the canvas of unblemished skin before her. It was only when she found herself nibbling along the perfectly shaped jaw of her blue-blooded lover that she made anything more intelligible than grunt or growl known.

"Mine, do you hear me?" Her voice was a husky whisper at that point, all but purring against Palatia's fine cheekbones between kisses, "You are mine, I've decided. He doesn't deserve, mmph, deserve you. Nobody else does. Mmmh... Only me. Only this..."

A little shifting of her weight, such that she could practically sandwich the willowy Imperial beneath her bulking form, big, heavy orcish tits contrasting the shapely peaks beneath them as their busts crushed together. Her hips dropped, letting the full, proud, heavy erection that stood so defiantly between her thighs to flop down against Palatia's sex and stomach beyond, letting her feel just how much cock there was for her to enjoy, her head leaving sticky, pre-cum laden kisses along Palatia's tummy with every rock of her hips.

"Say it... Say you're mine. Tell them... how badly you want to be my woman... that you deserve to be my woman... and I'll make it so."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Beneath the taste of sweat on her skin you could still make out the flavour or perfumed oils that she must have bathed within prior to making her journey. How dedicated she must be to her own pampering that even after however long travelling by horseback, there were still tastes of her lavish upbringings marking her leg as you indulged in every part of her body as being an extension of your banquet. Even the rich flavours Lagtha liked to anoint herself with must not be as lavish as Palatia's, though where Lagtha preferred abundance in the moment, Palatia leaned more towards a specifically tailored palette that lasted longer. The sweet odours that cover her slender legs lead you down to a much richer prize still, however. The utterly drenched warmth between her legs, so desperate for your touch and affection. And it proves to be oh so receptive once you give it some.

Your tongue is immersed within her juices in moments and you hear the Imperial cry out with a moan that sounds almost dizzied in its tone. A long 'Oooh' that shifts in pitch and wavers while gradually getting filled with a deeper and deeper breathiness. It dissolves into frequent gasps as her hips roll and buck against your tusked mouth, eager to feel your Orcish tongue's rough surface against her dripping lips. You have no doubts you could have brought an orgasm upon her with relative ease from this position, like in not too long as well. But you were here for greater conquests. And you didn't doubt that there would be opportunities to show Palatia just how easily you could bring her to climax later. So, after enjoying her rich taste and drinking deep, it was time to move on, your lover well prepared for what was to come next.

Her face was deeply flushed as you rise over her, eyes unfocused for a few moments before she noticed your change in position. She seemed out of breath already and you hadn't even begun in earnest yet. Poor thing. If only your paths had crossed sooner. She deserved a much more fulfilling love life than whatever she was putting up with before now, so as to be better prepared for keeping up with your appetites. Though seeing you start to prowl over her stilled her a little, those primal instincts within her - the instincts of prey, freezing her in place in the eyes of a fierce predator.

She gasps out in shock as you begin to sunder her dress with your bare hands. Though it was Lorinus who reacted with greater shock, almost lifting to his feet in protest. Almost. Of course, he must have been the one who bought her this dress. It probably cost him quite a bit too. No doubt he enjoyed seeing her in it. Though what was immeasurably more important was that you enjoyed seeing her out of it. You watch as the fire light casts its warm glow over her pale skin, illuminating the initial bounce of her tits as they are freed from the tight confines of her dress before settling down, released to flatten and rest, parting a valley between them as they relaxed. They may be a good size or two smaller than any of the other busts around this campfire, but they were still perky and enticing all in their own right, especially considering Palatia's svelte frame. And the rosy nipples stood hard and tall even before being exposed to the cold night air.

As you begin to indulge your appetites upon them, Palatia moans out. Her hands rise to begin roaming across your muscles shoulders and back once more, as worshipful of your body as ever. She mutters out several half coherent prayers to the Divines, thanking them for this pleasure as her head hangs back in bliss. She would be looking towards her husband right now had her eyes not lidded to enjoy more fantasies about you, though even if she could see him you doubt she would even register he was there. And in the odd chance she did, she certainly wouldn't care. You could taste it in her sweat, hear it in her moans, feel it in how her body shuddered beneath you. She had given herself over to you completely.

She shudders all the more as you speak to her, her eyes opening to find yours as you press yourself on top of her. She's nodding before you finish, before she can even wrap her mind around what you're saying. "Y-yes!" she cries out, kissing along your jaw and by your ear in return. One of her hands finds your cheek to cup it lovingly as she finds your lips to steal a few kisses from there as well. "I'm yours! Only yours! No one else will do... nothing else will do... oh fuck... Divines, I feel it against me... you're so big..." The shift of her hips make it clear she's burning up for your cock. Her eyes glance down to see your heavy tits smothering her own bust as you pin her in place. "In more ways than one... And you smell so... so fucking good." She breathes deep of your musk before letting out a moan of just smelling you.

At your command, she makes it clear not just to you, but to those watching how she feels. Tilting her head back, this time she chooses to look in her husband's direction. Although it feels wrong to call him that. Soon by the rights of your people, she will be your wife, not his. "I'm sorry Lori..." she says, although the giggle that accompanies hear breathy voice puts doubt to the sincerity of that. "But I want her. I need her. I belong to her... She may be a woman, but she's still more man than you ever were... I can't deny that and neither can you... I'm afraid I just... can't ever bring myself to lay with you again. It would just be too sad."

This seemed to be the line for Lorinus, who was finally able to stand up, his cock drooling pathetic strands of cum onto the floor even as he angrily bawled his fists. "That's enough. Stop this madness right now. I don't know what you've done to my wife, Orc filth, but I'll have you-"

He's cut off as the strong hand of Morth, still wet from her own juices from playing with her cunt at the sight of your conquest, clasps his shoulder and roughly shoves him to the ground. He cries out in pain but she pushes him down harder still and then keeps him in place with a heavy foot falling against his back. "You will not touch the Chief! Nor will you speak to the Chief like that. Consider yourself lucky if you leave here with your tongue. Or your life." she says, spitting on him as she keeps him in place to allow you to enjoy his wife uninterrupted. Gemana is slow to react, seemingly transfixed by the show before her. She does however stand up, that familiar sense of conflict entering her eyes. If she were to act, that could be a problem, but for now she seemed to be wrestling with herself on how to deal with this situation.

Palatia shows no concern for Lorinus, her attention back on you. If she's even aware of what just happened, it clearly isn't as important at marvelling at your features and planting hungry kisses and licks along your neck and jaw. "I need you!" she begs. "Like I've never needed anything before. Take me... please... I need you to take me."