Chapter 116 Bottom.

Karl Krass, editor and owner of the Morning Wood, shook his head as he read the words Ava had handed in to him. "Crazy. Insane! Mystical! Mustard? Is that a stain?"

Ava giggled nervously, rubbing the back of her head. "Um, yeah. I got some lunch before coming here."

Karl snorted, leaning back in his over large chair. The dwarf set the papers down and eyed the elf across from him. "And no... Ya know..." He wiggled his fingers.

"No," Ava sighed. "No dreams or anything like. I barely get turned on walking by the octopuses being sold at the fishmongers. Well, no more than usual. I mean, I suppose it’s a good thing. But still," she sighed.

Karl’s brow knit at the images thus conjured. The gruff dwarf cleared his throat. Perhaps he should refer to the photos he still had stashed away in the locked drawer of his desk...

"Well, whatever. This’ll easily make it to print, and damn the opinions of those censors! Though, I can’t help but notice you didn’t name the heroic orc who came to the lady’s rescue..."

"Confidential sources," Ava said quickly. "And he said we’d never get it to print if we did name him. Can’t imagine why, though," Ava mused.

Karl had a feeling he did. But if it kept him from waking up with the head of a horse in his bed, he’d play along. "Suppose it isn’t vital to the story anyway," the dwarf said, shrugging. "Well, you did good work, Ava. Again."

"Thank you, sir."

"Lock the door on your way out, will you? And ah, tell my secretary I’m not to be disturbed," Karl added, fishing along his desk for a certain drawer.

"Will do, sir!"

Ava rose, giving him a short wave before leaving the office. Delivering his message, the secretary rolling her eyes, Ava made her way outside the Morning Wood, whistling softly to herself.

Ireen was waiting for her. Dressed in a simple robe with a cloak thrown over it, Ireen once more sported the indolent, tired look she was so known for.

The witch pushed off from where she’d been leaning against the wall, tilting her head so the brim of her hat shaded her eyes. She gave the elf a lazy smile.

"All good?"

"Better than that," Ava giggled. "It’ll be all over the front page tomorrow. But, are you sure you wanted me to name you in there?"

"Of course! It’ll do wonders for business. A low-cut dress, a few sly looks, and every horny student wizard will be all over the shop. Not to mention the whole experience gave me some... interesting new ideas for a product."

"Ooooh! Tell! Tell!" Ava gushed.

Laughing, Ireen hooked her arm in Ava’s, the pair making their way down the busy street, swimming against the tide of people as she expounded on a mystical device of writhing pleasure. A conversation that brought them right to Ava’s building.

"...and of course, the tentacles themselves are composed of magic. But very springy to the discerning woman."

"Oh my gosh! You’ve got to get me a sample," Ava said.

"Of course! Anything for my favorite customer," Ireen said as she pushed open the door and into the cramped foyer.

"Ladies."

Ava and Ireen came up short as a huge figure moved out of doorman’s narrow entry. Rorg took off his hat, the orc flashing his golden tusk as he loomed over the pair.

"Not interrupting, am I?"

"Rorg!" Ava cried with delight. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came by to check in on you," the orc said, brushing some nonexistent dust from the front of his worg-fur coat.

"Aw, that’s so sweet!" Ava giggled. "You didn’t have to."

"No. I wanted to," the orc said, moving an arm around the elf, pulling her curvy form against his side. Ava gasped, giggled, pressing herself against the orc’s impressive frame. Her eyes found his, the smolder in them making her pulse quicken and body warm.

"Aren’t you going to invite me up?" Rorg asked, grinning, giving Ava’s shapely bottom a possessive squeeze.

Ava moaned softly, arching against him. "Ooooh, well..."

"Yeah, Ava," Ireen said, sidling in beside the elf, giving the orc a saucy smirk. "You surely wouldn’t send our saviour out without even a cup of tea."

Rorg’s grin deepened. "That’s right," he growled, looping his other arm around Ireen, tugging the lovely sorceress against his other side, admiring the two lovely women he’d claimed. "That’d be rude. And I know you’d hate to be that."

"Ooooh," Ava cooed, rubbing her breasts against the orc, leaning off him with an adoring smile. "No, can’t do that."

Chuckling, Rorg guided the two women to the stairs, palming them with the casual possessiveness that he knew he deserved.

Ava and Ireen had little problem with this, both soon flushed, pressing themselves against the orc with growing eagerness.

Rorg drew both beautiful women tighter against him as Ava opened the door. He bulled his way inside and towards the bedroom.

However, he only made it to Ava’s sofa before succumbing to their charms. He sat down hard on the plush cushions, the impact making the wood and springs creak.

Ava went to her knees before him, taking down the big orc’s trousers and squeezing his fat green length of cockmeat between her soft breasts.

Ireen gasped with delight as Rorg made a feast of her, pulling her bodice down and tonguing her breasts before lifting her up onto his shoulders to bury his tusked head between her creamy thighs.

"Ahhhhhh! Ooooh! I had no idea... orcs could be so... OOOooooooo!"

"Mmmmm? So what?" Ava asked, but hen she caught sight of her friends firm rearing astride Rorg’s face and she just had to slide up Rorg’s muscular abdomen to deliver a couple of sharp smacks to Ireen’s bottom.

"Ah! Generous! Orcs are generous! Oooooh! What are you doing? I don’t deserve a spanking!"

"Mmmmmmm!" Rorg rumbled, his tongue buried deep in Ireen’s slick cunt as he held her by her thighs atop his face.

"See? He agrees! Ah!" Ireen cried out as Ava delivered another smack. Then the elf made the mistake of leaning forward to teasingly bite Ireen’s bottom. That was all the opportunity Ireen needed to gain the upper hand by grabbing a handful of Ava’s hair.

"Ah! H-hey! No hair pulling! I didn’t MMMMMPPHHHH!"