1. The Orc and the Farmer's Wife


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: KateandJessica, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    He shrugged. “What’s to say? Like I said, don’t know who she was. Never met her. My adopted f****y only caught a glimpse of her running off into the night.” “Why not try to find her? Having f****y can be a powerful thing. I’m going to head to Mallenbach when we’re done here, I think. If my other plans work out anyway. I’ve got a cousin there. Haven’t seen her since I was about twelve, but we got along pretty well back then. I think I want to look her up.” She gulped down some ale. Kursk shrugged again, his good mood fading. Mabel sighed. “Look. Let me be blunt here with you while the ale has got us. I don’t want to go back to being a whore. I want to become a mercenary, a killer, like you.” There was a twinkle in her eye but she wasn’t joking. The half-orc leaned back on the bench he was seated at and roared laughter. He pounded his mug on the counter. “You’re a woman! You can’t fight.” Mabel let him laugh. Her face showed no reaction outside of a small crinkle between her brows. “I was good enough to get that knife into that guy’s neck. The one who ****d me.” Kursk was still chuckling as he said, “Yeah, but getting lucky when a guy’s got his back to you is different from being good enough to get paid to fight. You’re a tough woman. But the toughest woman is still weaker than a man.” Now Mabel was scowling. “Maybe. Maybe not. But I think I’ve got what it takes to do this and make money. What I need is someone to train me.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you say?” It ...
    took Kursk a second. “What? Are you asking if you can be what? My squire? Is that what you want? Ha! I already have a hard enough time getting jobs with this face. They see I have a woman squire and we’ll both starve to death.” He snorted and took a big swig of ale. A sly grin spread over Mabel’s face. “They don’t have to know you’re teaching me. They’ll just think that I’m your servant, your maid, your slave. Whatever. It might even impress them.” Kursk’s laughter slowly faded. He got a serious look on his face. “Yeah, but I couldn’t charge any more money than I already do and I can barely keep clothes on my own back. I can’t support you too.” “You don’t have to. I can pay my own way. I’ll whore when we’re in towns and the rest you only pay me if you think I’ve earned it.” Kursk got a thoughtful look on his face but he was still full of doubt. He’d never traveled with a woman before. Lots of folks didn’t like seeing someone with Orc bl**d in them traveling with a human woman. Mabel stood up and walked around to his side of the picnic style table. The inn was quiet outside of their voices and the crackling of the fire. The place smelled of old wood and roast chicken. The ceilings were low and bowed. The innkeeper had long since disappeared into the kitchen. “There’s something else I can do to pay my way.” She threw a leg over his lap and straddled him. Her plentiful breasts pushed up against his chest. He watched her, hypnotized by her agile, catlike moves. Both of her hands ...
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