Kurtzberg watched as Jacob gingerly tried to sit in his chair. The other man's face creased up in pain and he let out an involuntary grunt.She put her...thumb and forefinger together. Her tail flicked up and thrust back and forth through the hoop created by her thumb and forefinger.Kurtzberg's eyes widened. He looked back at the other cubicle where Jacob was grimacing as he tried to sit down.His succubus nodded. Her arrow-tipped tail thrust in and out faster.Kurtzberg grimaced in mock sympathy. They were also madder than hell. Many of their men had been taken to work in the mines of Vespucci. They wanted those men back. Not only were they given permission, they were informed that any land they took, would be theirs to keep. Logistics was completely up to them.The plan was beneficial to both parties. The combined tribes would keep the northern half of the line occupied, while the Westphalian forces handled the southern. Will and the others had been shocked to learn that the tribes here. ”Main kuchh der chup si rahi fir boli, “Kya sach main tum apne bhai se hi?”“Haan please kisi se kahna nahi.”“Nahi Vibha main kisi se kahungi tu nahi par ye galat hai.”Meri baat sun wah normal hoti boli, “Chal pagli yah galat nahi balki sabse achha hai. Dekh agar main kisi ladke se bahar chudwaun tu bahut khatra hai. Wah mujhe blackmail bhi kar sakta hai par bhaiyya tu ghar main hi hai jab man kare chudwao. Kal tu poora din bhaiyya ka lund apni choot main lena hai.”Wah khulkar bol rahi thi aur. Grasps the bulge at his loins as firmly as he dares. He shakes his head once the threat of orgasm has passed. Turns and scrambles for the bag with all other thoughts removed. Kneels crouching before it and lifts it as if it is a newborn child. Examines it as if it’s a gift bestowed directly upon him by Gods until then uninterested in his perverted desires. Automa. There’s a single word scrawled in marker pen close to the zipped shut opening. He mouths it silently. It’s an unknown word. A word.