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“Leanna...Leanna, are you awake?”
Princess Leanna Heatherton stirred awake when she felt someone gently nudging her. She pushed aside strands of blond hair from in front of her face and rubbed her eyes, taking in her surroundings with a yawn. She recognized her tent, adorned with her bedding and a modest wardrobe of clothing that she brought with her during her present journey. Past the opening flap of the tent, she caught a glimpse of two of her royal guards patrolling the perimeter of their camp.
“Leanna,” the male voice whispered again.
She turned to her side and saw the adolescent face of Henry Oakenshire beaming down at her. His freckled face was turned up in a cheeky grin, and she could see that he was adorned in his leather jerkin amid the soft glow of the nearby candlelight.
“You should not be here, Henry,” Leanna said tiredly, rubbing her eyes again. Though as she said it, her voice did not contain any hint of condemnation. On the contrary, she wore a wry smirk of her own. “Wendel would not approve if he caught us. And he’d be sure to tell my parents upon my return home.”
Henry waved his hand dismissively. “Bah, that old coot. He’s fast asleep, trust me. I checked to make sure before I snuck in here. That crusty old steward of yours could sleep through the sounds of battle and an earthquake combined.”
Leanna covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh that could alert one of her guards or attendants to her. “Henry! You’re incorrigible!”
The young man quirked his eyebrows at her in a playfully dashing manner. “That’s why you want to marry me.”
Leanna rolled her eyes. “I’m marrying you because your father is a war hero and your family provides the best soldiers, lumber and furs in all the kingdom. That’s why my parents chose you.”
He grinned and shook his head. “Nah. You love how charming I am. Just admit it.” He cleaved himself into her side and rested his head on her pillow beside her.
“You’re such a dolt,” she laughed, giving him a playful shove. “But maybe you’re not entirely wrong.”
They laughed together and Leanna felt her heart swell as her young love tucked himself against her, resting his head against hers as she felt him wrap the blanket over both of them. Her arm wrapped itself around his shoulder as she pulled him into her embrace, breathing in his scent. His head of brown curly hair rested on her shoulder while, beneath the blanket, she felt his fingers lacing themselves with hers as he gently took her hand in his.
From an outside perspective, they would make quite the mismatched pair. Her, eighteen years old, golden blond hair, tall stature and with the gentle beauty that came with royalty. Him, curly brown hair, short stature, but with a rugged sort of handsomeness that the hardy boyfolk and menfolk of Oakenhall often possessed.
When Leanna first met Henry over a year ago, she didn’t know what to make of him. Gone were the girlhood fantasies of her being married to a stocky man several years her senior, who towered over her and was muscular like the knights and heroes of legend, who would sweep her off her feet on their wedding day. Instead, she found herself met with the son of the lord and lady of Oakenhall; a boy four years her junior and several inches shorter than her, who did not look like he was physically capable enough to sweep her off her feet even if he wanted to.
At the time, she had of course protested to her father and mother, the king and queen, for this farce of a marriage arrangement. How could they think to marry her to a boy who was younger than she was and whose height could barely reach up to her shoulders?! Granted, she knew that she was a tall girl for her age, and so the height difference could not entirely be blamed on Henry, but it still felt like an insult to her.
However, she quickly discovered that Henry was quite charming and humble (though he could be plenty cocksure when he wanted to be as well). It took only several meetings between the two of them - supervised by her parents’ attendants, of course - for the princess to realize that her betrothed was quite pleasant to be around. Despite him being four years younger than her, he was wise beyond his years, dazzling her with detailed stories of his rugged, forested homeland and of his many exploits and adventures among the local hunters and fur trappers of his land. When he took her out for walks in the woods surrounding the capital city, he would attend to her every whim and desire, stopping to ask if she needed a break and always asked her what she wanted to do next.
On one particularly long hike through the woods, he’d even sat her down by a nearby creek and gave her a long foot rub without any prompting, when she told him that her feet started to ache from the hike. It was a bold move, even for the lad who was to marry the princess of the kingdom, but it was a move that made her heart swell with admiration for the boy for the first time.
As for his physical appearance, it didn’t take long for Leanna to look past his shorter stature and realize that his other looks could be deceiving. Sure, at his age, Henry was not rippling with muscle like a knight who’d fought many battles, but she saw that he was in very good shape and had the musculature of a boy who spent most of his time outdoors. This was hardly surprising considering that most of the boys of Oakenhall supposedly learned how to hunt and fight practically from the cradle. She quickly grew to have an appreciation for a fiancee who was worldly rather than sheltered and spoiled, as many lord’s sons often were.
Months after they’d first met each other, Princess Leanna and her betrothed shared their first kiss together. It was at this point that Leanna came to the realization that Henry being younger and shorter than her had long ago ceased to bother her. On the contrary, she realized that there was something undeniably lovely and (dare she say) romantic about kissing a boy on the lips who was so short that she had to lean her head down slightly in order to meet his lips with hers. By the Maker, just the thought of it gave her butterflies in the pit of her stomach and made her feel so sinful for enjoying it so much.
Leanna turned her gaze toward the boy nestled up against her. She saw that his green eyes were intimately focused on her.
She turned on her side to face him. “So...why did you sneak your way in here?”
He pursed his lips, snuggling himself a little closer to her. “I thought we could...you know…” he whispered.
Leanna shook her head automatically. “Henry, no.” During times like these, he did show small signs of naivety that reminded her that he was younger than she was. “You should know that you and I can’t do...that until our wedding night!”
“I know that,” he replied with a boyishly nonchalant shrug. “But I was just hoping we could...erm...kiss a little.” His eyes twinkled at her with expression that somehow seemed equal parts warm and mischievous.
She chewed her lip, glancing at the front flap of the tent again to see if anyone had spotted Henry’s little nightly intrusion into her tent. Maker, it is worth the risk, she thought.
“I...suppose we could do that...for a short while,” she whispered with a blush.
Henry blushed too and beamed at her, snuggling just ever so slightly closer to his older fiancée. He brought his face closer to hers until their foreheads touched. Leanna could feel her own heart pounding a mile a minute as his soft lips made contact with hers. She mewed softly into his kiss, reaching up a cupping his cheek as their lips gently danced with each other with feather-light pecks.
The princess’ breath caught in her throat when she felt her betrothed’s hand sneak its way up to her leg, rubbing small circles there. She pulled away from their kiss to see him panting with excitement in the darkness, and felt herself suddenly sharing his excitement; his exuberance was contagious.
“Is this alright?” Henry whispered, motioning to his hand rubbing her leg, closing in on her thigh.
Part of Leanna - the prim and proper part that her parents had instilled in her - felt that this was wrong, sinful. But how could something be wrong if it felt so right? Besides, this was a young man who would be her husband someday soon, not some stranger. Surely there wouldn’t be any harm in touching each other a bit more…
“Yes...I- I think it is,” she chewed her lip, surprised at what she would say next. “But...maybe you could rub a little... lower?”
Her young lover’s adorable steely eyes widened at the implication. But, composing himself a moment later, he gulped and complied with her request. His hand snaked its way down her leg and to her thigh, rubbing there gently but with a slight amount of pressure.
Leanna cooed from the relaxing sensation, snuggling herself against Henry’s warmth as his fingers worked their magic. She felt butterflies in her stomach from the realization that his fingers were so very closer to her virgin sex. If not for her gown and underclothes to get in the way of Henry’s fingers, he would…
The thunderous clattering of steel on steel and panicked shouting interrupted the two young lovers from their intimate moment. They broke off from their kiss and Henry’s rubbing and paled as Wendel, Leanna’s servant, burst into the tent. The portly old man was red-faced and sweating.
“Princess, my lord!” he gasped at both of them, too alarmed to even notice that his princess’ young man fiancée was not supposed to be in this tent. “We’re under attack by bandits! Half the guardsmen are already dead; they must have known we were coming!”
Terror gripped Leanna and horrid images of all the things that these foul men would do to her and to Henry spring into her mind. Henry must have seen the horror on her face and took her hand in his, calming her nerves slightly.
“What do we do, Wendel?!”
The old servant peered outside the flap of the tent where, in the distance, a royal guardsmen was desperately trying to fend off three lightly-armored bandits at once. “Flee into the woods, both of you! The guardsmen and I have a duty to give our lives for you if need be, Princess. We will hold them off! You and Lord Henry get yourselves to the nearest town at once!”
Leanna gasped at the implications of Wendell’s words. She’d never liked the overbearing old servant very much, but realizing that he was very likely about to give his life for hers made her rethink all of that.
“Wendel, I’m sorry, I-
He shook his head. “Hush now, child.” He turned to Henry. “Keep your future wife safe, lad!”
Henry nodded resolutely, trying to appear as brave as possible. “I will.”
Wendel pulled open the flap and ushered them out quickly. Leanna and Henry, hand-in-hand, ran as fast as their legs could carry them, stopping only once briefly so Henry could take up one of the fallen guardsman’s sword and bring it with him.
They ran and ran until the horrible sounds of battle at the royal entourage’s camp faded into the distance. Leanna clung to Henry’s hand as he ushered her through the forest, shivering from the night time chill. She and Henry had needed to flee camp so quickly that they hadn’t the time to even bring warmer clothing. Leanna noticed that the cold didn’t yet seem to be bothering Henry, probably because he was used to the outdoors as well as the harsher winters of his family’s land.
When they felt they’d run far enough, they ducked behind a large tree, panting and trying to catch their breath.
“W- what do we do now?” Henry gasped. Leanna could tell that he was trying to stay strong for her, clutching his sword so tightly that his knuckles were white, but he was clearly worried. She couldn’t blame him, as she was more terrified than he was.
She took a few breaths to compose herself, still shivering from the cold. “I don’t know. I- I’ve only traveled through these lands once, years ago. I don’t know where the nearest town is.”
The boy across from her frowned, squinting around the surrounding forest. “Maybe...we ought to find some place in the forest to hide until the bandits pass. It’s not safe at night anyway, with wolves prowling about-
“Wolves is the least o’ your concerns, lad.”
Henry and Leanna’s heads snapped to the sound of the voice in front of them. Six bandits rounded the tree in front of them, brandishing their daggers at the two youths.
The lead bandit, a man with a dirty face and a thick mustache, grinned at them. “Try’n to escape on foot, eh?” He made a “tsk tsk” sound. “Not the best idea.”
Henry put himself between the bandits and Leanna, puffing out his chest with as much bravado as he could muster, pointing his sword at them. “Get back!”
The bandits all laughed. “You’re outnumbered, boy. Best you and the princess don’t struggle and come along quietly with us now, or else we put a blade ‘tween your eyes!”
“Try it then!” Henry challenged, readying his sword.
Leanna paled. Though part of her admired her betrothed for being willing to defend her. But surely he could not fight all six of these men on his own.
“Henry!”
One of the bandits, skinny and pallid, ignored her plea and drew his knives, facing down Henry. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you, ya little shit. I’m gonna enjoy ripping your tongue from it!”
The bandit dashed forward, knives thrust toward Henry’s chest. The heir of Oakenhall was ready for him though, deflecting one of the blades with his sword and swiveling to his right. The bandit recovered and lunged again, but Henry dodged, swung his sword around in a swift arc, severing both of the bandit’s hands.
The bandit fell to his knees and let out a blood-curdling cry as blood spurt forth from his maimed arms. Henry, red-faced with the adrenaline of the confrontation, took quick, labored breaths as he turned toward the other bandits.
Leanna meanwhile looked at Henry with amazement. She knew that he’d been well-trained in swordsmanship by his late father, as with many Oakenhall boys, but to see a shorter and younger boy swiftly dispatch a taller, grim-looking man was something to behold.
The rest of the fallen bandit’s comrades were no longer amused by the situation. The lead bandit snarled and he and his comrades brandished their blades. “All together, boys. Kill the little shit and take the girl.”
This is it. Henry fought well but he can’t fight five armed men at once. Oh Henry, I wish it didn’t have to end like this, she thought.
A soft “thunk” sound was emitted, causing both the bandits and the two humans to jump back with surprise. The bandit on the far right quivered and blood spilled from his mouth before his body fell to the ground, dead. A small throwing axe was embedded in his back.
“Oy, you cunts!” A husky voice barked out from behind the bandits.
To the amazement of all the humans present, a tall orcess sauntered into the forest clearing. Rippling with muscle and bearing a partially-shaved warrior’s haircut that did not detract from her feminine curves and ample breasts, the emerald-skinned female was armed to the teeth with more throwing axes, and a larger axe clutched in her hands. The orcess was easily several inches taller than even the tallest bandit there, and they all instinctively took a step back when she approached them.
“All of you spineless maggots against a pair of kids?” She spat on the ground in front of them. “A pissing dog has more honor than you lot.”
She bared her teeth and raised her axe to the nearest bandit. “Come get it, you cocksucking nancies!”
Though initially intimidated, the bandits rushed her at once. What occurred next was a brutally efficient massacre. The orcess let loose a battle cry, bringing her greataxe down onto the head of the first bandit that came close to her, splitting his skull open and killing him instantly. She kicked away the next bandit, swinging her axe around in an arc one-handed and cutting off his legs with a sweep beneath him.
She rolled away to avoid the slash from the third bandit, grabbing his arm after her recovery and using it as leverage to slam him face-first into a nearby tree at full force. The fourth bandit she quickly executed with a quick toss from another one of her throwing axes that easily tore through his light leather vest. The final bandit, the leader, she disoriented with a haymaker to the face, followed by a cleave that split him in half.
Leanna surveyed the aftermath of the one-sided fight with amazement and a small bit of terror. If Henry’s quick victory against the one bandit was impressive, this was downright jaw-dropping to the princess. She also felt an immediate wave of nausea coming over her when she beheld all of them mutilated, dismembered corpses of the bandits littering the forest.
The orcess slung her axe over her back and wiped the bandits’ blood from her face. She turned to the two young humans, and Leanna grew immediately defensive as she walked up to them.
“Stay back!” Leanna recoiled from the muscular orc female covered with blood.
She cocked her head at the princess, putting her hands on her hips. “That’s one way of thanking the bitch who just saved you, girl. I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
Leanna’s shoulders slumped as she relaxed. “My- my apologies, miss.”
Henry sheathed his sword and wrapped his arm around Leanna’s shoulder, pulling her close when he saw that she was still shivering.
“Why did you help us?” Henry asked softly.
The orcess glanced back at the corpses of the bandits with disgust. “This lot fucked me over. Swiped shit from one of the blokes who hired me. I wasn’t gonna let that go. I tracked them for the past five days.”
Her face softened as she turned her attention back to the two humans. “And then I saw these pricks cornering a human lad and a human lass. So, I gotta wonder, who might you two cuties be? Must be pretty important, judging by that fancy silk gown, girly,” she said, motioning to what Leanna was wearing.
Leanna made a face at “cutie” and the mention of her manner of dress. She opened her mouth, but then snapped it shut. Orcs were a notoriously violent and untrustworthy people by nature, according to her mother and father, and she had no idea if this particular orc had the same vile intentions in mind as the bandits she’d saved them from.
The orcess rolled her eyes, pointing around the forest. “Look, I already said I ain’t gonna hurt ya. I don’t have the heart to cut down a pair of youngsters like that. But here’s the thing; you need my help to get out of these woods. There may be more of those bandits prowling about. If you wanna go it alone, good luck, because you won’t last the night.”
Henry and Leanna looked at each other with uncertainty, Henry rubbing his arms and Leanna gulping. The princess sighed and turned back to the orcess.
“I am Princess Leanna Heatherton, daughter of King Ferdinand Heatherton,” Leanna admitted. “My royal guardsmen were escorting us across the country so we could visit all of the vassalages of the kingdom.”
The orcess looked surprised for a moment at the fact that Leanna was the princess of the human kingdom, but her expression relaxed again. “And who might this strapping man-boy be?” She asked, turning to Henry and appraising him with a grin.
Henry blushed at the term she used for him. Leanna answered for him. “He’s my betrothed, Henry of Oakenhall,” she said, lacing her arm around his.
The orcess smiled widely. “Betrothed, eh? I thought you prim and proper human royals didn’t get to even meet each other until after you got hitched, let alone skip across the country with each other.”
Leanna thought back to the kiss that she and Henry shared in their tent before they were interrupted, and her cheeks grew warm. “Henry’s family thought it best to spend time together before our wedding, so he could show himself to be an honorable suitor worthy of marrying the princess.”
The orcess whistled. “Bold.” She looked at Henry’s sword. “I’d say your lad proved himself a good hubby from his fighting. I saw how you killed that one scumrat. It was a good kill. Not something I was expecting to see from a sweet-looking little lad like you.”
Henry pouted, seemingly confused by the compliment laced with a jab at his short stature. “Hey! I’m not short!” He argued petulantly.
The orcess winked at Leanna. “Course you’re not, lad. Like I said, good fightin, even if you could stand to work on some things.”
Henry shrugged and grumbled under his breath. The orcess then turned toward the direction that Leanna and Henry had fled from. One of her pointed green ears twitched.
“We’d best get goin from here. More of those bandits are out there, lookin for ya both. Where were you off to?”
Leanna smoothed out her gown and took Henry by the hand to follow the orcess. “Henry’s home of Oakenhall. I was to spend several weeks there, with Henry’s family before returning to the Capital.”
“Hmph. No short distance, but I’m in need of a new job. I’ll get ya there, but it’ll take us about two weeks on foot.”
Leanna let out a sigh of relief, not happy that she no longer had her royal wagon, but immediately relieved that they had a protector, even an orc protector.
“Miss, you have my undying gratitude!”
“Mine too!” Henry chimed in.
The orcess batted the air with a hand. “Bah, you sweet things. Think nothing of it. Come along now. Let’s find you two some shelter away from more of these filthy, thieving cunts.”
She ushered the two teenagers along through the undergrowth. After moments of quietly making their way through the woods, Leanna looked ahead at their orcish escort with curiosity. “Miss...can I ask your name?”
The orcess spun around to face her two charges. “Ah, where’re my orcish manners? Zaela, at your service.” Both Leanna and Henry were taken aback as, one after the other, the orcess gently took each of their hands and planted a kiss onto each of them in a manner not uncommon among noblemen at court. Henry especially looked bewildered and bemused by the orcess greeting both himself and his future bride as a gentleman would greet a lady.
Zaela seemed oblivious or unconcerned with their reaction. She winked at both of them. “Come along now, you lovebugs.”
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After traversing the forest for several hours, Leanna felt as though her feet were going to fall off. She already wasn’t accustomed to traveling long distances on foot to begin with. This was made worse by the fact that she had only her slippers with, having had to abandon most of her footwear along with the rest of her wardrobe. Fortunately, Henry was courteous and attentive, helping her along whenever she slowed down.
To her relief, their orcish guide soon found them a roadside inn, its candlelit windows and bustling noise promising warmth and reprieve the moment they set eyes on it. Zaela walked the two human teenagers up to the front door, turning to them.
“This place is as good as any to spend the night. Doubt those fuckers that attacked you will follow ya here. Best to keep our heads down and not draw too much attention to ourselves though,” Zaela said.
Henry nodded, while Leanna’s hands were rubbing together with uncertainty. “And is this a...decent establishment?” She asked.
Zaela snorted. “Not one bit, but don’tcha worry, sweet thing. I’ll protect you.” She looked at Henry and winked. “And so will your man here.”
Leanna sighed and Henry took her by the hand to comfort her. Zaela pushed the door open, revealing the chaotic, raucous bustle of the inn. Drunken patrons were hollering and chuckling boisterously, mugs of ale were being guzzled and spilled, the musicians were playing an upbeat tune. In one corner of the inn, two men were having a knife-throwing contest that was destined to end badly for one or both of them.
Sidestepping scores of oblivious patrons who were bumping into them, Zaela and the two humans made their way to the front, were the innkeep was attending to various patrons. When he finished with them, his gaze turned to Zaela and his eyes widened with recognition.
“Zaela, you ol’ girl! How in hells are ya?” The innkeep boomed. He took notice of the blood splotches caking her green skin and light armor. “Looks like you got up to some business.”
Zaela shrugged her shoulders and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Doing alrigh, all things considered, Edwin. Killed a band of thieving shits.”
Edwin shook his head. “Must’ve been Holleran’s boys. They’ve been causin’ no small amount of grief around here recently. Word is they were planning to make some kind of big move tonight, but I don’t know the details.”
Leanna rubbed her feet together uncomfortably at that.
“I’m glad I was able to spoil their fun,” Zaela said, and Leanna could tell she was trying to turn the conversation toward something else. “So, how about a room, Edwin?”
“Can do. Will you be wanting any...special company like usual, lady greenskin?” He asked with a mischievous grin. “I’m sure one of the lads or girls is free tonight.”
What kind of special company? Was he referring to courtesans?! Leanna thought, not liking the idea of sharing a room with the orcess while she was engaged in some kind of debauchery.
Zaela gave a coy smile. “Thanks, but nah. Just a room for me and my two friends here.”
Edwin took notice of Leanna and Henry for the first time, and the bald man appraised them with a raised brow. Leanna kept herself shielded behind Henry as much as possible, knowing that she would be the more recognizable one, if anyone here knew what the princess of the kingdom looked like.
“Who’re they?”
“Edwin, don’t be a nosy prick,” she said, casually moving her body in front of him to block his view. “But if you must know, they’re the son and daughter of a merchant who hired me. I’m on an escort job.”
Edwin nodded, accepting the answer. “Sure, fine. One room coming up. Only got one bed though. That a problem?”
Leanna bit her tongue to keep from protesting. Henry just shrugged. Zaela looked back at them and smiled. “I’m sure we’ll make due. Have no choice I guess.”
She turned back to him, tossing a small coin pouch onto the countertop. “That should cover it,” she said. She then tossed another smaller coin pouch onto the countertop alongside it. “And that’s for you to draw me a hot bath and bring me up a couple bottles of yer best brandy, maybe that good shit they drink in the south lands.”
Edwin nodded, pocketing the coin. “Pleasure as always, Zaela.”
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Some time later, Leanna, Henry and Zaela found their room ready for them. Zaela ushered them in quickly before any unwanted eyes spotted them. While containing little in the way of opulence or style, the bedroom contained a single large bed and a few other simple amenities. And as requested from Edwin the innkeep, a large wooden tub sat in the corner of the room, alongside two bottles of aged brandy on a nearby end-table.
Zaela let out a long, relaxed sigh. “Urzna’s tits, it’s nice to have a place to kick back for a bit. Been on the road a while, ya see.” She withdrew her battleaxe and propped it up against the wall, along with her satchel and personal items.
Leanna twiddled her thumbs, idly rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. She looked to Henry and saw that the brown-haired boy seemed to feel equally awkward over their current circumstances. Spending the night with an orc mercenary in a random inn is not what they thought they’d be doing when they’d first made camp with their royal entourage the previous afternoon.
Zaela, while taking off her leather shoulderpads, looked over at the two humans. “Well? No need to stand there like a pair o’ timid field mice. Get yourselves cozy.”
Snapping to attention, Henry gently took Leana by the hand and led her over to the bed, and the pair sat down on top of it, looking back at the towering orcess silently, but with no small amount of curiosity.
“Miss Zaela, can I ask you something?” Henry asked after a few moments.
The corner of the orcess’ mouth turned up in a slight smirk. “Of course, little lad,” she replied, removing her belt.
“How is that….err I mean..why is it that you seem so friendly with humans?”
Leanna was about to reprimand her betrothed for asking such a personal question, but quickly realized from the orcess’ responding chuckle that she didn’t seem to mind the inquiry.
“Can’t rightly say, kid. I’ve always just gotten along better with yer folk than my own, even if some of your folk don’t like me all that much. I never rightly fit in very well with my tribe. I was too rowdy for our males, and I didn’t very much care for most of em anyway. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about being the chieftainess of my tribe either.”
Leanna’s eyes widened, and Henry looked just as surprised by this information. “I beg your pardon? Did you say you were a chieftainess of your tribe? Your tribe’s leader?”
Zaela nodded nonchalantly. “No, but I was supposed to be. My da was the previous chieftain, ya see, and I was his oldest girl. He had no sons.” She picked up one of the bottles of brandy from the nearby table and poured herself a mug, taking a swig before continuing. “But like I said, I didn’t want it. There’s a whole wide world o’ adventure and fuckery out there for me. Why would I want to be cooped up in the Badlands looking after a tribe?”
“So you just left?” Henry asked.
“I just left,” Zaela confirmed. “My younger sis, Kraulga, runs things now. I always got along fine with her, and she likes the job more than I ever would’ve. And she’s fine with me fucking about as a mercenary, as long as I bring her back tales of all my bloody adventures whenever I go to visit her.”
She poured herself another mug and gave the humans sitting on the bed a wide smile. “Besides! Being an orc in the human world is loads more fun. I get to save a pair of sweet human royals who’re just looking to have a romantic tour o’ the country!”
Leanna looked at Henry and rubbed her arms sheepishly. “Thank you,” she said, not knowing what else to say.
“Say,” Zaela said, walking over to the bathtub and running her hand smoothly across the water’s surface, testing the temperature. “For an arranged marriage, you two already seem like quite the pair of lovebirds, if ya don’t mind me saying. How’d that come to be?”
Leanna was taken aback by the very forward inquiry. Though, it hardly seemed fair not to answer her considering that the orcess had just openly revealed quite a bit about her own personal history.
“Well...Henry is to be my lord husband and, well, it is natural for a husband and wife to have affection for one another,” Leanna answered plainly, and Henry nodded.
“No offense, Princess, but it bloody aint,” Zaela chuckled. “I’ve been around humans, even your lords and ladies, long enough to know that a lot of husbands and wives wouldn’t want the first thing to do with each other if it wasn’t for their parents forcing em to marry.”
“But you two,” the orcess continued with an affectionate smile, “I saw you two giving each other doe-eyes the whole way here. It’s the cutest shit I’ve ever seen from a pair of royal kids like you. I guess it just surprised me a bit, that’s all. Especially considering yer differences.”
Henry raised an eyebrow and cocked his head at her. “What differences?”
Zaela rolled her eyes playfully at the question. “Aint no secret that your gal is taller, and I’m guessing older, than you, lad. How old are you two anyway?”
Leanna was embarrassed to answer, afraid that the orcess was going to judge her. Henry promptly answered for her though.
“I’m old enough to marry,” he said, somewhat defensively.
Zaela let out a husky whistle, glancing at Leanna. “You like em young, eh?”
Leanna looked aside, not knowing what to say. Henry just shrugged and was looking down at the floor, downcast.
“Right, I’ve teased you both enough. Now, if you don’t mind…”
Shocking both Leanna and Henry, the orcess casually undid her leather top and let it drop to the floor with a thunk. The muscular orcess was now standing completely bare from the waist up in front of the two human teenagers. Leanna covered her mouth with a finger and Henry’s mouth was open like a gaping fish as both of their eyes were drawn to the female orc’s naked breasts - green as the rest of her skin and dotted with even darker green nipples with areola the size of a large coin. The orcess’ nipples were both pierced with small silver piercings, and her breasts were perfectly formed along with the rest of her battle-honed body.
Oh my...they are so....large! How does she manage to fight properly with those?! Leanna could not stop the unbidden, sinful thought from coming to her head the moment the orcess’ mammaries were revealed to her. The princess could not help but feel a passing stab of envy at the fact that she could not imagine her breasts ever being as big as the orcess’.
“...I’m taking that bath now,” Zaela finished her original statement. Just as casually as before, she shimmied her curvy hips, sliding her underclothes down her legs and playfully flinging them off to the side with her foot in an uncharacteristically girly manner. Whether from the novelty of seeing a nude orc for the first time or something else, both the human youths could not help but watch the seductive sway of orcess’ toned green buttocks as she sauntered over to the tub, swinging one leg and then the other over as she slid her body into it with a soft splash.
Leanna looked back at Henry and he looked back at her. Both paled, as if they both simultaneously realized that each of them had caught the other ogling the orcess’ naked body. They both trained their gazes from each other, looking in different directions to evaporate the strange atmosphere in the room.
“Fucccck this is nice,” Zaela sighed, snapping them out of it. Sneaking a glance back toward the bathtub, Leanna saw the orcess picking up the nearby sponge and was scrubbing herself clean, clearly enjoying the feeling of the hot bath water as she did so.
While continuing to scrub, she looked back in the direction of Leanna and Henry. “I bought this bath for all of us, you know. Come on in, if you’d like. I aint gonna bite,” she said with a warm smile.
The two teens looked back and forth between each other and the orcess. “I...I don’t know. This isn’t very proper,” Leanna said hesitantly. “Henry and I...we really shouldn’t see each other...naked before our wedding night.”
Zaela let out a slight laugh. “That’s what you’re hung up about, Princess? Come now, I’m an orcess who’s buck naked in front of ya right now. Who am I gonna tell?”
Leanna’s resolve was crumbling. Truth be told, the thought of a hot bath, even one shared with an orcess, was incredibly appealing given the tumultuous night they’d had thus far. She looked back at the boy sitting on the bed across from her. “Henry?”
He was rubbing his feet together shyly. Leanna also noticed that his hands were on his lap as if he was trying to cover something up. “I...I don’t mind, Leanna. B- but, why don’t you go into first? I’ll look away while you undress.”
Leanna gave him a soft smile and nodded. “Ahah, that’s the spirit!” Zaela boomed from the tub, as she started dousing her head with handfuls of water.
Henry obediently turned his eyes toward the back wall as Leanna stood up, facing away in the opposite direction from both Henry and the orcess as she shakily began to undress. She pulled her gown over head, smoothing and untangling her fine blond hair after she did so. As she slowly pulled her underclothes down her legs, she had the niggling suspicion that the orcess was watching her undress even if Henry was being courteous.
Turning around, she covered up her firm breasts with one arm and her nethers with the other hand. She felt so exposed and vulnerable, naked in the room with the orcess and a future husband who she shouldn’t be naked in the presence of until their wedding night. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the orcess continuing to leisurely bath and rinse herself, not seeming to really give much attention to Leanna at the moment. The princess could have sworn that she saw the barest hint of a smirk tugging at the greenskin woman’s lips though.
Hesitantly, the eighteen-year-old quickly tiptoed up to the bathtub, slipping in as well as she could alongside the orcess, all while still trying to cover up her breasts and sex as she did so. She hissed as the hot water made contact with her skin, but this was followed by a sigh as all the tension quickly drained out of her and her muscles relaxed from the feeling. She was immediately thankful for the orcess’ pushiness about the bath now.
Zaela gave Leanna an indulgent smile, turning to the teen boy still sitting on the bed. “Alright, little lad, your future wifey’s naughty bits are hidden underneath the water now. Your turn.”
Henry nodded and got to his feet, still keeping his head faced toward the ground and not wanting to look in Leanna’s direction for fear of embarrassing one or both of them. It was a simple yet gallant gesture that warmed Leanna’s heart. She couldn’t help but notice that Henry was still covering up his groin though.
As Henry took his leather vest and then his shirt off, Leanna scolded herself for ogling longer than she should. Giving her betrothed the same decency he’d given her, she squeezed her eyes shut as he undressed. A small, devious part of her kept telling the rational part of her mind just how easy it would be to sneak a quick peek at the handsome young man’s body. Maker forgive her, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t already wondered what he looked like underneath his clothes many times before.
Leanna heard the sound of the final piece of Henry’s clothing hitting the floor followed by a gasp from the orcess in the tub beside her.
“Grok’s teeth!” Zaela swore. “Where were you hiding that thing this whole time, kid?!” Zaela exclaimed. From the sound of it, the orcess sounded amazed about whatever she was seeing.
Where was he hiding what? Leanna wondered, her curiosity running wild now. She really shouldn’t be doing what she was about to do, but Maker, she couldn’t help herself. Slowly opening her eyes, she nearly fainted at what she saw.
Henry was trying and failing to cover up a very long, thick tube of flesh dangling between his legs. The fact that this large male member was attached to a young man as short and slender as Henry only made it look even larger by comparison. Leanna felt that she’d had some fairly reasonable preconceived notions about what to expect when she eventually saw her first flesh-and-blood penis - Henry’s penis. In fact, she’d been perfectly prepared to forgive Henry some potential shortcomings in that department when she eventually saw his nude body on their wedding night, considering that he was young and because he appeared to be a late bloomer in terms of his height.
But judging by what she was looking at now, it was clear that she had been greatly mistaken. It was simultaneously the most beautiful and daunting thing she’d ever been wrong about.
Oh...Henry. Leanna felt a tingle between her legs, and her nipples began to harden. That thing is going inside me some day? How will it even fit?!
“Did seeing me and yer naked fiancee cause that?” Zaela asked, motioning to his throbbing erection. She let out a purring sound. “I’m very flattered.” She playfully nudged the princess sitting the bathtub beside her, “and you should be too, Princess.”
Leanna remembered her place and quickly turned her away, seeing that Henry was growing uncomfortably by having two sets of female eyes on his naked body. A few moments later, she felt Henry slide his way into the tub alongside her, in between herself and Zaela. Leanna chewed her lip when she saw Henry’s oversized manhood break the surface of the water as he lowered himself in with a relaxed sigh. Leanna licked her lips, knowing that it was underneath the water, so close to her, within arm’s reach of her grasp…
“So,” Zaela said, snapping Leanna out of it, “doesn’t this feel nice? Didn’t I tell ya it would?”
Leanna nodded her head in agreement, idly combing through her blond hair. Her eyes still occasionally darted down to the orcess’ big breasts breaking the surface of the water, finding the pierced dark green nipples strangely impossible to avoid looking at, as much as Leanna tried to.
Taking a glance at her betrothed beside her, she noted that he seemed to be having the same dilemma. He chewed his lip and was looking down at his crotch beneath the water. Leanna gave him a look of sympathy, knowing that this...big, throbbing thing between his legs was causing him some distress. She reached her hand beneath the water and took Henry’s hand in hers, causing him to flinch. He looked surprised at first, but relaxed, giving a weak smile back at her.
This did not go unnoticed by the orcess though. “Well now, I see Princess grabbed a hold of something she really likes down there, eh little lad?” she winked at him. “Or maybe I should start calling you ‘big lad’ from now on, hmm?”
Leanna let go of Henry’s hand and pulled both hands out of the water. “Wh- I… no! I just held his hand!” she stammered.
Zaela looked at her coyly. “Just his hand, eh? Shame. I’m thinking yer young man has a really stiff, uncomfortable problem down there.” She looked at Henry. “How about it, lad? That fat todger o’ yers was lookin real bloated and painful. I’m thinking you’re about to burst if someone doesn’t do somethin about it.”
Henry shook his head. “N- no, it’s f- fine,” he said unconvincingly, looking down at his erection beneath the water that, by Leanna’s estimation, did not seem to have decreased in size.
“Henry, is that true?” Leanna asked with concern, brushing her hand against his cheek. “Is it terribly painful?”
“Of course it is!” Zaela answered for him, sliding herself closer to the pair of humans. “Terribly painful, and it’ll get worse if we don’t do something about it right now.” She turned her amber eyes to the human princess and gave a knowing glance. “But we’ll help ‘im out, won’t we?”
Leanna gaped, not knowing how to answer, and Zaela didn’t wait for one. Her tusky smile widening, the orcess turned back to Henry and dipped her strong, calloused hand beneath the water.
“Miss Zaela, I think...I think I’m alright,” he said, clearing his throat. His gaze was fixed on the orcess’ bountiful naked breasts right in front of him. “There’s really no NEE-
His sentence could not be finished as he gasped sharply, gripping the rim of the large bathtub tightly. The teen boy’s eyes rolled back in his head and his voice cracked as he moaned.
“There we go, that’s it, cutey,” the orcess cooed huskily, “you just sit back, and we’ll give this monster of yers the attention it needs.”
The muscular orcess’ hand was shifting back and forth smoothly beneath the water’s surface. Leanna knew by now that the orcess had taken hold of her lover’s manhood and was rubbing it. She struggled to process what was happening right in front of her, merely dumbfounded for a few moments as it happened.
“Zaela! You- you can’t! He’s my future husband!” Leanna protested.
Zaela casually turned back to the human girl, and still her hand continued to shift back and forth beneath the water’s surface. “I know that, Princess. I aint going to take him from you. I’m just helping him out. You saw how bloated this adorable boy’s cock was, didn’t you? Do you really want him to suffer just because you’re worried about samplin a taste of what he’ll be giving ya on yer wedding night?”
Leanna looked back at Henry, who was holding on for dear life, gripping the tub. But he didn’t look like he was in pain. His boyish moaning was admittedly having an effect on Leanna, and she again felt the telltale signs of stirring in her loins, clouding her better judgement.
It’s not proper sex like the way mother explained to me years ago. It’s about giving Henry the relief he clearly needs. Maybe there’s no harm in this, as long as it goes no further than this, she thought.
“...I suppose not,” Leanna replied. With more conviction, she added, “but he’s my future husband. I should be helping him too!”
Zaela licked her green lips. “I couldn’t agree more, sweet girl.” Her other hand reached over and gently took hold of Leanna’s idle hand, bringing it underneath the water. “Follow along with me.”
Leanna reached out, searching. She flinched and gasped when her fingers made contact with it, and she saw Henry stiffen and suck in a quick breath above the water. It was so...hard, and firm, and thick. Her fingers gently ran themselves up the length of a fleshy appendage, feeling as this thing pulsed with Henry’s heartbeat.
She felt the orcess’ hand take hold of hers, bringing it forward
until both of their hands were brushing up against Henry’s cock. Zaela’s hand urged Leanna’s to wrap itself into a fist around the shaft. Leanna was open-mouthed, a thrill pulsing through her body at having her betrothed’s erection gripped in her dainty hand. She marveled at how simultaneously hard and soft his...cock felt all at once.
“Now...grip it tightly. That’s it. A nice, firm grip,” Zaela instructed seductively to Leanna. “Now stroke it, up and down, the whole thing. Gently when you get to the top though.”
Leanna took a breath and did as instructed. Gripping it, but not too tightly for fear that she might damage it, she began a smooth up and down stroking of Henry’s member. Starting from the base, her soft hand - barely big enough to wrap around his thickness - traveled the whole length, giving his shaft a nice squeeze until she reached the mushroom-shaped head of his glans, before she slid her hand back down to the base and repeated.
“Mhm, that’s it. Look at him, look at his face,” Zaela said to the human princess.
She did, looking at her sweet Henry’s face. His head was thrown back, he was making a silent ‘O’ with his lips as soft little moans and sighs occasionally slipped from his mouth.
Leanna was beginning to delve into a world that she didn’t know existed. She’d already scratched the surface of it when she and Henry snuck in their first kiss with each other, and earlier that night when he’d started rubbing her thigh in her tent. But this was something else; the ability to make a boy - a man - unravel with just her fingers...it gave her feeling of euphoria that she wanted more of.
“You’re doing that to him. You’re giving him so much pleasure with that baby-smooth royal hand of yers,” the orcess continued. Leanna saw that the tall orcess was now rubbing her own nipple, using thumb and forefinger to pinch the dark green nub, piercing and all, causing it to stiffen even more.
Leanna licked her lips and looked back at Henry’s face. His green eyes met hers briefly and she blushed. “Does it feel good, Henry? Is this helping you?” Leanna asked softly.
“Oh yes, so good, Leanna!” Henry moaned with pure adoration. “Your hand feels so soft...so nice on my…”
“Your cock,” Zaela finished for him with a toothy grin. Leanna let out a small laugh at that. It was so tawdry a word, but she liked it.
Leanna continued her gentle stroking for several moments, Henry’s moans music to her ears as she did so. She felt the muscular orcess’ hand tap her on the shoulder suddenly.
“Princess, I think we ought to bring this fat, angry beast o’ his out of the water now and let it breathe. We don’t want it to start pruning up now, do we?”
Leanna pouted for a moment, not wanting to let go of Henry’s member just yet. But she acquiesced, letting his cock out of her grasp. In an almost comical display due to their size difference, the orcess took that surprised lad by his armpits and stood up, lifting him easily and setting him on top of the rim of the bathtub, water dripping down his hairless, slender chest. Giving him a very close-up view of the orcess’ massive breasts did nothing to help his current erect state, as she squatted down in front of him in the bath again.
Leanna felt herself grow moist between her legs from something entirely different from the bath water, thanks to what she was now seeing in front of her. She had a clear, unhindered view of Henry’s cock now, and the young man no longer had any interest in covering it up this time. The thick member was peach-colored and completely smooth, save for a vein running up its length, pulsing with Henry’s steady heartbeat. From the plum-sized cockhead, droplets of fluid were dripping out of it with his obvious arousal. The member was, in that moment, the most beautiful thing she’d ever set eyes on.
Zaela seemingly agreed, licking her lips lasciviously. “I’m thinkin your betrothed has a bit of orc in him,” she said to Leanna. She stared at the thick cock bobbing in front of her. “How’d a shrimpy lil lad like you get such a hefty slab o’ meat between your legs? Not that I’m complaining,” she purred.
Henry was so enamored by Zaela’s green breasts, as well as Leanna’s own. His eyes darted back and forth between their naked bodies, his cock seemingly becoming ever harder, if such a thing were even possible. Leanna was flattered by this, glad that the greenskinned female’s muscular body and massive breasts did not seem to be distracting Henry away from her own body.
Zaela grinned, reaching a thick finger down a stroking Henry’s cockhead, swirling her finger around and playing with the dollop of precum there. She playfully pulled her finger back until the precum stretched out like a cobweb. She looked back at Leanna.
“Poor scamp can’t decide which of us he likes better, Princess. I’ve got the bigger titties, sure. But you’ve got the cutest, most suckable pink nipples. Hell, I wanna suck em myself,” Zaela cooed with a wink.
Leanna rubbed her arm with embarrassment, looking down at her own firm, unblemished breasts. Still, the comment gave the human teenager a surge of confidence after the brief tinge of worry that her Henry was becoming too attached to the orcish female and her big breasts.
“Do you mind if I take over where ya left off, Princess? I’ve got something special in mind for your sweet lad.”
Leanna hesitantly nodded. “I...I suppose not…”
Without further preamble, the orcess squatted down between Henry’s legs. She let a glob of spit fall from her mouth and land in the valley between her breasts. Then, hefting both of those big things, she planted them on either side of Henry’s cock, using her hands to squeeze them together and encase his member in a warm cocoon.
Henry’s reaction was immediate, as he thrust his hips up, sliding his cock smoothly up the nice, squeezing little chasm that the orcess had made for him between her large mammaries. His cock was long enough for the head to emerge and come close to her chin at the end of his upstroke. Zaela fluttered her eyelashes at the boy from his taking initiative, and responded by squeezing her breasts around him tighter, tilting her head down and flicking her tongue at the spongy pink cockhead that emerged from between her tits, causing Henry to let out a loud moan and nearly tumble off the edge of the bathtub.
Leanna could not deny her voyeuristic arousal at this display. Part of her own mind was telling her that this was madness, that she was betraying her family, her religion, and the sanctity of her future marriage by allowing this to continue. But watching her younger lover gently thrusting his throbbing babymaker between the tall orcess’ large breasts, Leanna couldn’t help herself nor stop the wetness that was seeping from her virgin sex and dripping down her legs. The stark contrast of Henry’s pink-colored cock against the orcess’ emerald-colored breasts only added to the bizarre, delicious debauchery of the situation.
Zaela used her hands to press her green breasts tighter around Henry’s cock, raising and lowering herself up and down his pillar of flesh in tandem with his own steady upward thrusts. Leanna became immediately more envious of the orcess’ larger breasts upon seeing the effect it was having on her betrothed. The young man lad, usually quite restrained, was now rutting against the older female chest like a dog in heat, and the princess craved that very same attention for herself. More than that, she wished she possessed breasts that were big enough to provide a pleasurable, snug embrace for his manhood, as opposed to the comparatively smaller buds that she possessed.
The orcess began to tweak her own nipples, tugging at the silver piercings in a way that looked painful to Leanna, if not for the fact that Zaela was letting out a husky moan from the treatment. Amid the steady upward and downward gliding that thrust Henry’s cock between her tits, and then occasionally flick of her tongue against his cockhead, Zaela looked back at Leanna and winked.
“He’s gettin’ close, I can tell. I can feel him about to pop off,” she cooed. “Come help me finish yer lad.”
Leanna was all too eager to comply, no longer wanting to sit meekly by while some other female satisfied her future husband with her massive green breasts. She shuffled herself close to Zaela and Henry as the orcess removed her breasts from Henry’s cock, much to the boy’s disappointment, Leanna noted. This sudden lack of stimulation was short-lived, as the orcess gripped his long, pulsing member in a two-handed grip. Henry shivered as her strong, calloused hands - accustomed to handling all manner of weaponry in her line of work - began to tightly stroke and kneed the entire length of his cock from base to head.
The contrast between Leanna’s soft, gentle caresses earlier and the orcess’ iron-tight handiwork now was apparent from Henry’s reaction. Truth be told, looking at the handjob up close, Leanna was surprised that the orcess’ tight grip wasn’t too painful for Henry. The strong orcess would have probably rubbed the poor lad’s cock raw if not for the abundance of clear fluid flowing from the tip of Henry’s cockhead, lubricating her strokes. She also began to deliberately let the occasional glob of spit drip down onto his cock to make her efforts easier. A slick squelching sound was produced every time the orcess’ tight stroking wrung out another dollop of Henry’s precum from the tip of his cock.
Between Leanna’s earlier gentle handiwork, then the pleasures of sliding himself between the orcess’ big green breasts, and now her rough handiwork, Henry felt himself reaching his peak. “Ohh...Zaela...I’m gunna….ahhh!”
The orcess beckoned Leanna over. “He’s about to pop, princess. Give his balls some attention with those soft hands o’ yers. Let’s make this cutey cum together now.”
Leanna chewed her lip, feeling undeniable arousal as she reached her hands out and delicately caressed Henry’s warm orbs beneath his cock, feeling their warmth and delightful smoothness. Her explorations were short-lived, as Henry let out another loud moan, Leanna suddenly felt his sack tighten and contract. She turned her gaze to his cock, realizing all too late that the orcess was continuing to pump Henry’s shaft with one hand while aiming the plump cockhead right at Leanna’s face.
Like a geyser, a thick rope of white fluid belched out of Henry’s cock, striking Leanna right in the forehead with a faint thwacking noise.
“Oh!” Leanna gasped with shock. Still, the orcess kept pumping, and Leanna realized that her own soft hands were still caressing Henry’s balls, feeling them contract and relax, contract and relax over and over again.
Another rope and then another fired out of the tip of Henry’s cock, dousing Leanna’s delicate face. A strand of Henry’s seed extended from the bridge of her nose all the way down to her chin, another landed in her hair, and a third actually shot right into her mouth - held open accidentally in awe of the moment. A salty flavor overwhelmed her taste buds, but the virgin princess’ main focus was on the lovely yet terrifying one-eyed monster in front of her that continued to spurt out frothy strands of white, warm seed, coaxed along by the jerking green hand of the randy orcess. Leanna squinted as one shot hit her left eye and shivered as she felt the warmth of it coating her pert breasts as another rope landed on her chest.
Leanna thought that Henry’s ejaculations would never stop, but they finally did after several more moments. He let out a long sigh as the creamy fluid spurting from his cock slowed to a trickle. Zaela smiled at him and unfurled her hand from his member, a cobweb of semen extending from his softening cock to her green hand as she pulled it away. The orcess lewdly licked her fingers clean of his seed, clearly delighting in the taste.
“Mmm, that was a big one, little lad. You must’ve been pretty backed-up, ya?” she asked with a cheeky grin. She turned to Leanna and her smile widened. “But I’m thinkin that Princess here can confirm that herself.”
Henry’s eyes shot open now that he was coming down from his staggering climax. He gaped at the sight of his betrothed utterly doused in a deluge of his seed. “Leanna! I’m so sorry...I- it just felt so good and I wasn’t paying attention and I-
“It’s...it’s alright Henry,” Leanna mumbled, interrupting his stammering. She licked her lips, again tasting the salty fluid as she did. She couldn’t say that she liked the taste per se, but knowing that all of this seed came from her Henry, more than made up for it. “It just surprised me, that’s all. You really made a mess,” she said with a nervous laugh, wiping away the cum from her left eye so she could see again.
Zaela chuckled, slapping her thigh. “I’ll say, Princess!” She scotted herself close to Leanna. “Yer lad really covered you,” she purred. “And just think; if he had pumped all of this big load into that tight little cunny of yers, yer womb would be full of his swimmers right now. He might’ve even knocked you up.” Leanna shivered as the orcess sensually ran her hand down to Leanna’s tummy, rubbing her there in a small circular motion. Leanna rubbed her legs together, feeling a heat in her loins from Zaela’s lascivious words. She chewed her lip as the orcess seductively grazed her skin, and she heard her chuckle again.
“Oh Princess. You’re as adorable as yer lad there, especially lookin’ the way ya do now. I could just eat you up. In fact…” Zaela leaned her head forward.
“Huh...wha…?” Leanna mumbled with confusion as she felt the orcess’ tongue run itself across her cheek, devouring Henry’s semen. The orcess moaned in her throat contentedly as her tongue collected every dollop and drop of human seed that she could find, smooching and sucking at the teenaged princess’ youthful, unblemished skin as she did. Leanna’s initial protest died away once she realized that the orcess only intended to clean the mess that covered her face at the moment. Sure, it was an utterly tawdry and filthy way of getting the job done, but in a strange way, Leanna was appreciative of it.
Still she couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her tummy from the feeling of the other older female pressed so intimately against her in that moment, her big green breasts squished up against her tenderly as she sensually ran her tongue across every inch of her face…
The princess gasped as the orcess worked her way down to her breasts. “Oh, Miss Zaela, there’s no need for that, I can rinse myself in the water now, I...oh...oh my!” she was silenced again as Zaela ignored her and swept her tongue down the curve of her perky breasts, licking away at the line of Henry’s seed there. Leanna let out a moan as the orcess’ mouth closed in on her right nipple, suctioning onto it as her tongue swirled around her areola. Zaela’s lips fastened themselves to Leanna’s nipple, an audible sucking sound filling the air, before the older female’s mouth pulled away from the pink bud with a soft popping sound, the nipple now slick with saliva and visibly hard from the stimulation.
Goodness, this is so wrong, so very wrong. But...it felt...so good, Leanna shivered, never dreaming that so much pleasure could be derived from having her nipples sucked. Maker forgive me but...I hope she does the other nipple too.
Sure enough, Zaela switched to Leanna’s other nipple. A large glob of Henry’s warm semen was plastered onto her nipple there, which seemed to catch the orcess’ attention. Rather than applying the same sensual, slow attention that she gave the other breast, Zaela rather aggressively fastened her hungry mouth directly onto her left nipple, causing Leanna to let out a gasp. Like a babe suckling from a teat, the orcess sucked away at the sensitive pink nub, a wet smacking sound filling the air as she did.
Leanna’s eyes opened and she was again reminded that Henry was there watching this. His eyes were like saucers and his mouth was open in awe from the lewd display of watching two women fooling around with each other. His cock, having so recently ejaculated a massive load, was already twitching with the stirrings of arousal again, Leanna noted.
Finally Zaela pulled herself away from Leanna’s oversensitive breasts, winking at Leanna as she did so. Before Leanna could utter a word, the orcess brought her face close to the human teen’s and pressed her lips to the princess’ soft lips, kissing her hungrily.
“Mmph!” Leanna gasped into Zaela’s kiss, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She was actually kissing another woman, and an orc at that. And this was no soft, delicate kiss that a lady might share with a gentleman. No, this was a frenzied, debauched kiss, as the orcess’ dominant tongue pressed past her lips and shoved its way into her mouth without preamble, and all Leanna could do it respond submissively with her own tongue, awkwardly swapping saliva with the orcess.
She suddenly felt something else. Opening her eyes, she noticed for the first time that Zaela’s cheeks were bulging as if her mouth was filled with something. As Zaela’s tongue tangled with her own, her tastebuds were suddenly assaulted with the familiar salty flavor of Henry’s semen. The realization struck her like a hammer on an anvil: the orcess was funneling all of the seed that she’d collected from Leanna’s skin into her mouth while kissing her. Leanna moaned in a haze of sheer eroticism as the orcess’ bulging cheeks deflated as semen was swapped from her mouth into the young human princess’s mouth as they kissed.
Zaela pulled away, a thin strand of spit and Henry’s seed connecting her full orcish lips to Leanna’s. The orcess licked her lips, reaching over and brushing her thumb across the princess’ lips as Leanna blushed a bright red.
“Swallow now,” the orcess commanded, her eyes blazing with mischievous lust. “Every drop of your lad’s cum.”
Looking back and forth between Zaela and Henry, Leanna was compelled to comply. She felt a heat in her loins as she swallowed all the rich, salty fluid down her throat, looking away with embarrassment after she did.
“That’s a good girl,” Zaela cooed, caressing Leanna’s cheek.
The orcess raised herself up out of the bath, stretching out her muscles with a relaxed sigh. “Now,” she began. “Let’s dry off and get some rest, ya?” She picked up a linen towel and began to dry off her arms and legs. She seemed to take notice of something and pointed at Leanna. “Oh, we missed a spot, Princess.”
Leanna didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then she gasped as she realized that a glob of Henry’s semen was still in her hair. Wanting to wash it out before it caused her hair to stick together, she dunked her head under the water, running her fingers through her blonde hair as Zaela shook her head with a soft laugh.
Zaela finished drying off her wet green skin before she set down the linen and took another big swig of brandy. Leanna turned her eyes downward sheepishly again, not knowing what to say after what had just happened in the tub. The orcess’ casual, nonchalant reaction to the whole affair just confused the human princess even more. She looked over at Henry and saw that he looked equally flustered, though the orcess’ unabashed flaunting of her toned, green body might still be the cause of this as well.
“Wanna drink before hittin the sack?” Zaela said, holding up the bottle of brandy to both of them.
Leanna knew she probably shouldn’t, but she really could use a drink now. With the salty taste of semen still on her tongue, guilt was starting to seep into her thoughts now that her lust had abated. Her Faith’s doctrines had been hammered into her head from a young age by her parents, including that which had covered premarital fornication. If her parents somehow, ever, found out about what had transpired in this room, they’d lock her away for months and forbid Henry from ever seeing her again.
And yet, she could still feel a tingle in her loins. And the more she thought about kissing the orcess, and of rubbing Henry’s unusually large boyhood, the more intense that tingle became.
Leanna shook her head and quickly whisked her way over to the endtable, wrapping one of the towels around her body before taking an unladylike swig of brandy from one of the mugs Zaela had set aside. The brandy was strong, and she almost coughed it up from the first gulp, but somehow she got it down, as if her body knew that she needed it right now.
She felt Henry’s hand touch her shoulder and she flinched from the contact. He was standing beside her and she saw that he’d wrapped a linen towel around himself too. She cleared her throat, her eyes turned downward to where his...cock would be hiding beneath the towel. It was within arms reach of her again, even now. She only had to…
“Leanna.”
She snapped out of it and looked up at Henry’s face. He was doing his best to give her a reassuring smile as her touched her shoulder gently, and she felt her a warmth in her heart again from the sweet gesture.
“Sorry, Leanna I didn’t mean to…” he stammered. “I’m just sorry.”
She smiled at him. “It’s alright, Henry.” She turned and saw that Zaela, still completely nude and unashamed about it, was now sprawled out on the large bed, reclined back against the pillows as she idly closed her eyes while idly sipping at her mug of brandy. “Maybe...maybe we should talk to her about...what happened.”
“Yeah,” Henry agreed. The boy rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe we should.”
Leanna and Henry approached the bed, and Zaela opened one of her eyes. Her mouth spread into a tusky smile. “There ya are. Come on, snuggle in. There’s plenty o’ room for all three of us,” she said, patting the spot beside her.
“You’re sleeping like that?” Leanna asked, motioning to her nude green body with a blush.
Zaela nodded. “Yep. Need to give my clothes and yers a good wash, and I will in the mornin. Aint no need to go to bed while stinkin up the place in the meantime, right?
“I...I suppose not,” Leanna conceded.
The orcess already had her eyes closed and was humming something to herself as Leanna and Henry hesitantly crawled into bed on either side of her muscular body. Zaela had a small little smile on her face, and one of her eyes slid open to glance at Leanna briefly before she shut it again.
Leanna could hardly believe how sinful this was. She and her future husband were both as naked as the day they were born, and crawling into bed with an equally naked orc.
Glancing across at Henry, she waited expectantly for him to confirm her earlier reservations. Surprisingly, he just shrugged at her this time, although she could tell that he still wore a blush from the debauchery of the night’s events.
Somehow, Henry’s apparent ease transferred itself onto her. She also realized how tired she was, and if getting some sleep meant snuggling up against an orcess, so be it.
Leanna sighed and tucked herself into Zaela’s right side. It was so foreign to feel the heat radiating off of someone else as she began to drift off to sleep, having been used to sleeping in a bed by herself all her life. But it was not entirely unpleasant, she had to admit. She blushed as she felt the orcess’ muscular arm gently snake itself around Leanna’s pillow, not touching her but forming something of a protective aura around her with her strong arm. Without looking to the other side of the bed, she knew that the orcess was doing the same with Henry.
Leanna felt the orcess pull the large fur blanket over all three of them. “G’night,” she muttered tiredly with a yawn.
Leanna pulled her end of the blanket tightly over herself as she heard Zaela already beginning to snore beside her a moment later. Her eyes drifted shut as sleep overtook her. Her last lucid thought was of green orcish breasts, and Henry’s member squeezed tightly between them…