Ranzen, annoyed by the disturbance, turned angrily to the guard.
"YOU DARE INTERRUPT YOUR KING DURING HIS TIME OF RELEASE?!" he barked.
"Forgive me, My Lord!" the guard spoke through heavy panting. "But it's the orcs! They've struck! Grohmah has taken command of the southern farm and its keepers!"
Word of the orcs' attack startled Yord. His lips and tongue, however, never stopped servicing his king's manhood. Like a source of comfort, he continued to bob his head up and down Ranzen's manly shaft.
"It'll be impossible to reclaim without overstretching our ranks!" the guard continued.
But Ranzen only stared at the man with a sneer.
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