As they walked he kept looking back to his new orc servant. He allowed his study of her to take his thoughts away from his current problems. She was young although she seemed older than him, perhaps somewhere in her mid twenties. Though incredibly powerful, she had an unmistakable womanly figure that was fit to the extreme. Her face also had an odd kind of beauty to it. Though her tusks jutted up from beneath her lower lip she didn’t have much of an under bite and her jaw-line was smooth and pleasantly sloped. Her nose was also well sloped and its outline flowed beautifully into the shape of her brow.


    Given her small amount of clothing he could clearly see the initial deep curves of her cleavage which undoubtedly flowed into gorgeously proportioned breasts. Since he’d been speaking to her mostly from her front he hadn’t initially noticed that the skirt she wore fell notably short of covering her behind properly. He could see the upper curves of her ass and the tight valley they flowed into. The thought suddenly reminded him of his glimpse of those thin curls and those plush soft folds of herbia. Suddenly, he found himself looking at his orc in a very different light.


    “We are here.” She announced, oblivious to his roaming eyes.


    Greg looked about the ce. It wasn’t much though it was certainly more than he was expecting. Arge fur covered tent was sitting in the middle of the forest floor. A good distance away was a campfire with spare wood resting beside it. A bow and some arrows were propped up against the side of the tent. In the far edge of the small clearing was a number of freshly skinned kills that had been strung up. Looking at the creatures didn’t exactly do his stomach many favours but he was hungry enough then to eat a dead, scabby horse so he wasn’t about toin.


    Algra walked over to the meat and tugged one of the creatures from the line where it hung. She carried it over to the campfire and threw some wood into a small pile in the centre before getting to work on lighting it up.


    Greg was pretty much clueless. He’d been camping a few times but even his father who was mad for the outdoors had balked at killing and skinning their own food and using two pieces of flint to start fires. So Greg sat beside the fire opposite her and watched with interest as she peeled the meat from the carcass and threw it in a metal pot that produced from the tent. Water was brought in from a skin and she added various herbs and other ingredients that were found around the forest.


    After an hour or so had passed she spooned some of the mixture into a bowl and offered it to him. Cautiously, he took it and took a small sip. That small sip was soon followed by severalrger ones that scorched his mouth. It didn’t matter. It was worth the pain. Whatever the hell this was it was fifty times tastier than it had any right to be.


    “Good?” She asked.


    “Excellent.” He barely managed to respond between mouthfuls.


    He actually finished his first bowl of the stuff before he realised she wasn’t eating.


    “Not hungry?”


    “This is not mine. All that I own is…” She started.


    “Ok stop right there. You can eat, ok? Hell I’d free you if I knew you wouldn’t turn into the screaming valkyrie again. You don’t need to ask me to eat, sleep, or do anything that you need to stay alive ok? Eat when you’re hungry, sleep when you’re tired…”


    “Fuck when I’m horny?” She suggested.


    Greg choked on his second bowl of the stew as Algra poured out her own meal. She turned away to hide her expression behind her hair so that he didn’t see her grin at his reaction.


    “Well, sure. Just stick around me and don’t kill anyone unless I say it’s alright… or they’re trying to kill you.”


    “Yes master.”


    They ate until the bowl was empty. At first Algra seemed to have quite an appetite but the simple truth was that orcs could eat almost anything at any time. When they were finished she put away her cooking pot and the bowls inside the tent. It was only when she didn’t return after ten minutes that Greg became curious and walked over to therge fur covered structure. Lifting the p that covered the entrance, he nced inside. What he saw made his jaw almost bounce clean off the ground.


    The inner part of the tent was split into two areas, one half was for storage and it seemed Algra kept a few wooden boxes there filled with furs and other wooden trinkets she had likely made herself. On the other side of the tent was a living space with a thick heavy set of furs covering the ground. It was on these that Algra was currently resting on all fours,pletely naked, waiting for him.


    “Uh… Al-” He cleared his throat. “Algra? What’s um…”


    “You wish to rut with me.” It certainly didn’t sound like a question.


    Greg looked at the inviting tight curves of her round ass, his gaze eventually falling to the smooth slit at the apex of her strong thighs. The frilly flesh around her sex was puffed up and glistening with her juices.


    “Algra look, I’m sorry if I…”


    “Do you have a woman?” She cut in abruptly.


    “Well… no.” This was getting more embarrassing by the moment.


    “Do you not want me?” Dear sweet Jesus was she kidding? She was an orc and she could damn well give most human supermodels a run for their money on the knockout scale.


    “I… look you’re…” A very nice person? Sure, that’d work. Oh and elephants are generally known for their wonderful talent at figure skating.


    “I am yours, you have been fed and watered. You must now take me before sleeping.”


    “I must?” Was this more strange orcish tradition?


    “Yesss.” Greg was so shocked and curious about the idea he’d be required to have sex with her toplete their ‘deal’ that he didn’t notice the hint of desire in her voice.


    “Is this another orc thing? You think I have to… do this and then you’re mine?”


    “Mmmhmmm.” She agreed. Right then she’d have agreed to just about anything.


    “You don’t have to you know… I mean…”


    “Yes I do!” She screamed so sharply that he mistook primal lust for anger.


    “Oh… well I guess… I mean I could. You’re… you’re incredibly beautiful and all. It’s just that it wouldn’t feel right knowing that you just did it because of…” Greg babbled, the sight of her was making his heart beat with desire and yet his conscience held him back.


    “Greg, get over here or I will fucking kill you!” She growled as he watched her pussy flutter with desire.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    “You mean it’s got to seal the deal or you’re free to do anything again?” He seemed suddenly more uncertain of his situation.


    “Yes!” She lied.


    Well this was a male fantasye true wasn’t it? Yet watching her there on her hands and knees, it sure as hell didn’t feel right. Greg thought for a moment and then decided that if he was going to lose his virginity to an orc in the back end of nowhere then he was sure as hell doing to do it on his own terms.


    “Roll over onto your back.” He ordered.


    “What!? Do you not even know how to…” She started to snap at him before she was grabbed on either side of her waist and pulled sideways. In her lust craze she almost lost her mind andshed out at him.


    It was in that moment that she saw his head fall between her open legs and she gaped in dumbfounded awe as he pressed his lips up against her pussy. She felt her silky flesh yield to his tongue and revelled in the bliss it caused her. Fire flowed through her nerves from between her legs and outwards in constant waves that she was only too eager to ride.


    “Gods! Wha… what…” She managed to moan before her body tensed up and her pussy convulsed around his tongue.


    He’d barely begun. The taste of her green flesh was initially not the most pleasant of experiences. She was an orc after all. Yet by luck on his part she had bathed only the previous night and knowing the pleasure he was giving her certainly made the effort worth it. As her juices began to flow more freely and hepped up her nectar her taste became more appealing and he drank it up ravenously. This was his first time with any kind of female and the reaction he was getting was certainly encouraging. It did get somewhat dangerous for a few moments when he centred his attention on the small nub he’d heard so much about and she mped her thighs around his head. Normally this wouldn’t have been so much trouble but this woman could have probably kicked a cement wall into rubble.