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The Prophecy | Sixth | 6

 

Lorina had no intention of letting this barbarian orc have his way with her - but she also knew she couldn't best it in combat right now. Not after the knock to her head. Not with Tiber removed from her side and thrown carelessly on the table behind the orc.

"Two ways?" she purred, forcing herself to use her most seductive tones, "but only one real outcome... huh?"

As she spoke she let her slender, delicate elven fingers drop down below her waist to gently stroke the head of orc's monster cock.

"Ugh! Good!" the orc responded in kind, keeping his grip of Lornia just as tight as before, "Little elfie make me happy... or else!" He bumped against her, using his brute force to push her back against the crude wall of his dwelling, trapping her body between his muscled frame and the stonework.

Forcing herself to maintain a coy, playful smile, Lorina allowed gripped the giant cock that threatened her, tugging it gently. It was huge.

"Not enough elfie, not enough..." the orc showed no signs of letting her go. Lorina began to wonder whether she'd started something she didn't want to finish.

 

Can Lorina survive?

 
 
 

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