Thread: Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

There it was again, Ella's tongue knew no bounds even if Rakka knew how did she smell and didn't care a bit about it, most people would think it twice before commenting it in front of her unless they knew her. The fact that Ella hoped that they wouldn't be too 'lovey dovey' made her cuter and Rakka smile, although the responsibility of her orcish grin was probably of her ass affecting the tides as she walked more than the cutesy expression. It was somewhat odd hearing Ella use fucker and such like an insult and yet resort to such a word for the act itself. Maybe she was inexperienced? The thought made her mouth water, and only the mention of the rest of the family got her out of it. We'll see that Rakka just broadly referred to their parent's attitude, making a mental note about some bitchy sister and- Who the fuck is Lonard? she asked, as Ella didn't refer to him by parentage and, if Rakka was to be honest, it sounded like one hell of a stupid human name. So after days of travel, she had been ambushed with that idiotic ruse and now they would have no rooming? Rakka swore to herself that she was ready to 'borrow' another peasant's house if needed be, but since Ella grumbled that they were going to sleep with her, she almost yelled. Having that ass so close and not being able to make a pass at her with Elizar around was going to be a fucking pain, she was almost ready to kill a random peasant for their house just to not having to deal with such a thing. Blue balling an orc was tantamount to tempting her to start piling charges of rape and murder under her belt, but luckily Rakka had a wider worldview than your usual orc and thus a better restrain on her most base instincts. Better, not perfect. Rakka saw the exchange between Elizar and Ella without understanding shit of what were those blonde beauties talking about. Elizar was glad they were going to be with Ella? Even if they hadn't seen each other in years it had to be some kind of human sibling thing she didn't comprehend. Rakka had a dozen sisters of her own, but orcs being orcs, the relationship was more straightforward than the simplest of humans could achieve. And don't her get started on the elves and their fucking innuendo. Nothing meant what the word meant and you could never be sure of what they wanted unless asking it in written form. Bunch of pansies... Elizar's touch got Rakka out of her bout of impromptu bigotry, slowing her following of Ella's rump, seemingly eager to tell her something private. Maybe he had caught her checking her sister? Well, no, that couldn't be as it was sure that he had noticed it, the surprise would be that he had anything to say about it that he didn't want Ella to hear. I need me to fuck her as well, but she's your sister Rakka answered almost automatically, thinking that Elizar was making some kind of weird joke, since the idea was just too enticing to be true, but Elizar rarely joked. Well, unless there were dwarves involved. Fuck those guys. I mean, you know I've got her back, I mean, your back, but you can't be serious. Please, tell me you are serious, I mean... she just used her both hands to gesture to that unaware monument to the ass that jiggled in front of them, as it finished the sentence better than any words could.