Towards the Golden Hunger. She already fled, broken, panicked and desperate to save her wounded husband.I felt the same panic. It gnawed at my guts. T...his had all gone so wrong. We were not prepared at all.I turned, glancing at Thrak. He stood facing the knights. Blood streaked my orc's body, small cuts, new scars for him to wear with pride. But he had not landed a single blow on his two opponents. The priestesses prepared the trap too well. His swarthy chest heaved, lathered in sweat.Our eyes. Night. It was exactly what he feared the most. No time for prayers, he’d make those in the life-boat. He hastily snatched up his satchel, opened it and stuffed what he could lay hands on inside it. His precious notebook, wrapped in a strip of leather, a stoppered jar of ink and a handful of quills were the last in before he made for the door. Above deck, chaos reigned. The darkness splintered with lightning, his ears instantly deafened by the thunder of the storm and roar of the sea. There was. "Lisa smiled at her brother's antics and said, "I cannot stay out for long, anyway. Just know that I love you, and I will be here when you need me."Leaning down she kissed the top of his head. She walked back to the open capsule, and laid down in the jelly like liquid. Grabbing the cloth facemask, she held it to her face, and settled back into the liquid. Nanofibers came out of the spectral cloth and connected her to the capsule again. Her breathing slowly dropped as her heart rate decreased to. “First I’ll apply some lubricant.”Reaching into a desk drawer, Coach Turner pulled out a bottle of lube. He squirted a bit at the tip of Jake’s crack and allowed gravity to let in slide down over his anus. With a fingertip, he began to lightly rub the lube into Jake’s hole. Jake giggled.“That tickles, coach.”“Yeah?” The coach asked, applying more. “Enjoy that sensation of me touching your little asshole. Lube is important if you want something big to successfully make it into your bottom..