Rest assured that Master’s goals align with yours, so far as your goals do not extend past the Highland border.”
“And if they did?”
Ruby smile broadened, and her tail uncurled from my nuts, snaked up my belly, and wrapped loosely around my neck. “Then Queen Yavara would have to yank her doggie’s leash, wouldn’t she? When people say Prestira is crazy, it’s because she is.”
“That’s amazing.” I muttered. “Fuck me!” I screamed, lost in the haze of pleasure. They’d chosen Onyx for her color and wiry hair, and Opal because Trenok wanted to know exactly why she was my favorite. That’s right; Prestira flayed every inch of her body over the course of five years. Between the two orc tribes, it had gotten to the point where my slaves were doing nothing but sleeping and fucking, and I suspected they thought it was heaven on earth. I shook my head at her, and she giggled. She’s a dangerous individual, my queen; we lost quite a few men trying to capture her.”
“She’s not coming to the Highlands. It’s my only purpose; my destiny, if you will. But my fingers would be better suited there, for they could reach deeper, and press harder.
