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Gortash lets out a steady breath. Let Orin play her games. Unlike her, Gortash is able to control herself. She smiles across at Blaze Portyr as Orin's fingers unlace her breeches. She asks airily about troop positions as they slip into her smallclothes. She nods thoughtfully as they part the folds of her cunt. The wetness Orin finds means nothing. Lady Gortash and Orin the Red battle for dominance, and both end up getting more than they bargained for.
I have been swayed to the side of Orintash by wondering, "What if Gortash was a woman though?" (Answer: I would be extremely horny about it.) Soo here's 5k words of dubiously consensual sex, under-negotiated kink and the toxic yuri I never knew I wanted.