Thread: Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

Ah, home sweet home, or so Rakka couldn't help but think seeing that place. It was a bit weird with that black and white draping everywhere, but whose house didn't look a bit weird to an outsider? A house was a safe place, a sanctuary that reflected your life, and that home was the homeliest home ever homed, making even a nomadic bitch like Rakka felt welcomed. The humans customs still escaped her, as father and son had just high fived each other, maybe it was their thing, but at least Elizar didn't get- no, there it was, a motherly slap to set things straight. Looking at Larene, she was as beautiful as Rakka could suspect after getting a good look at Ella, but even then it was wondrous how much of an ass had the little girl managed to get even if she didn't reach those childbearing hips her mother had. She was also stacked, with nice breasts that still resisted most of the sagging that came with age and a beautiful and experienced face. Ella you could, and wanted, to fuck. Larene was someone that maybe graced herself to fuck you. Renizar in turn, was almost hypnotically similar to his son, if one was to trade an attractive goatee for a somewhat goofy mustache that somehow defied what Rakka could think if Elizar said he was going to let one grow and suited the older man. Well, now she had Renizar up close in a hug, Rakka realized that for them to be identical Elizar would have to be taller and trade his passion about axes for a devotion to asses. Not that Elizar didn't like a piece of ass like any decent man would, but Renizar was grabbing Rakka's butt as the end of days was coming and a wolf was about to eat the sun or whatever apocalyptic nonsense they believed in. A warning and a bit of struggling helped Rakka escape the groping embrace, just about Ellane appeared. Rakka did saw her stupid smile, the kind of grin that if directed at her while drunk or angry would earn you a punch. Rakka did hear what Ellane said, somehow finding reason to congratulate herself for being prettier than an orc, of all beings. But Rakka had trouble processing any of those things because tits. She had somehow managed to not jump over her, she even got her eyes away from Ellane after a moment that lasted probably longer than she thought, but she was infected. Like a werewolf would or the bite of a vampire, but instead of moons and blood, all that Rakka had in her head was now tits. She thought of saying something but tits filled her mind, Rakka even opened her mouth but she was more ready to get it filled with one of those nipples than uttering a single word. Even if she was way taller and her breasts were nothing that could be easily ignored, that human had bigger breasts than her. Rakka didn't know how far Elizar's debauchery went, or how was she going to manage doing it, but that ass, those hips and oh spirits I'm looking at those tits again, quick, look elsewhere, had to be hers. One way or another. The decision being made helped Rakka start to behave like something more than a lump of green meat, and managed to get some words in. It's a pleasure meeting my husband's family, now I understand why is he so wonderful Rakka complimented, having little experience on that department. It's an honor to be received like that in your home she added, her mind racing to think of something to say. Quickly, what would a wife say about her couple. I will give my wife many strong children and she will give me many smart children? That was already weird between orcs, despite being a usual formula, but with humans would be even worse. It's a nice home what you have here Rakka managed to continue, taking this time a phrase that she had used more than once, just avoiding the 'it would be a shame that it caught fire' part that she usually added afterwards. I'm grateful for having met him she looked at Elizar, her eyes looking more desperate for a rescue than if she had been swallowed whole by a giant smile.