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Baze is the first to respond to the necessity. She throws off her hood, finally revealing to her companion her yellow frilled head. Unhooking her cloak, she lets it flop to the ground with a sigh, revealing her once-concealed tail, which bounces out in its new freedom. She'll pick the cloak up later, but first she has to grab onto her top and peel the soaked thing up over her body.

Khorash, knowing the necessity of it, tugs off one of his boots before he, too, works off his top. With both rangers exposed so, they have a moment to really size each other up. They both recognize the scars of those who make the outdoors their home and the rugged muscle that builds from relying on one's survival instincts to make it through predator-infested territory

Baze smirks at him as she picks up her shirt, tossing it over a rock for it to dry. "You actually weren't so bad out there," she admits. "Here I thought you were just some stupid bandit."

He chuckles, undoing the belt around his waist. "Not much better than ya, I'd say. Ya weren't kiddin' when you said those arrows could pierce my skull. Here I thought you were some weak goblin."

"Please," she says, standing up, fluttering her eyes toward the larger male. She brings her hands up to her stomach, rubbing them up along her flat kobold underbelly and chest. "Could something this majestic be a lowly goblin?"

"No... I suppose it can't," Khorash says, pulling down those pants, showing off a bulge underneath his undergarments.

"I don't know about you," Baze says, undoing the tie on her own lower garment, her eyes obviously resting upon his junk, "but I could go for some post-battle celebration, can't you?" She says this, turning around and bending over as she pushes her leggings down, showing off her scaled behind and lifting her tail to give Khorash quite the view of her kobold slit.

"You know what? Fuck it." He says, stomping on over to her. He grabs her tail and tugs her back causing the ranger to stumble up behind him, his thick orc length resting by her cheek, balls squishing at her shoulder.

Baze gasps at it, but ends it with a giggle, her palm finding its way around the opposite side of the flesh. "Well, looks like I'll be facing two beasts today." She says, feeling the blood pumping through the large veins of the impressive shaft.

Khorash stands over her, his hands reaching down, calloused palms taking in the feeling of her horns and ridges. "I've come to get real fond-like with you small womenfolk, thanks to my boss's new pet."

"Shh..." she says, tilting her head and placing a kiss at the side of the member. Despite the rain, the scent of adrenaline and sweat from battle still lingers on his form, creating a wild and natural aroma that really shows he's truly alive. "Let's keep business separate from pleasure, shall we?"

"Heh, yeah, probably a good idea," he admits. "Need to head back to camp and tell the boss what the hell we just killed."

Baze rolls her shoulders, using her smaller frame to massage his massive sac. She rolls her tongue out, brushing it up and down along his length, her tongue feeling the moments when it gets stiffer and stiffer against her. She doesn't speak about that monster anymore. She needs to wind down first, get that horror out of her thoughts for awhile, before she can view the fight objectively. Luckily, Khorash's strong body is enough to get her through. "Lay down," she says, a command more than a suggestion.

Khorash, sensing he should obey, sits himself down before laying beside the fire. Baze immediately climbs over him, sitting so that his length rides up along her butt, rubbing up the crack and poking at her tail. Her hands rest on his stomach, her eyes glowing in the firelight as she takes fingers to brush against hair and muscle, a pleased, almost catlike purring coming from her chittering throat.

The orc reaches up, his strong hands feeling at her cheeks and

then down to her neck. She looks up to him with a quirk of her eyebrow ridge, but he smirks and moves down to her shoulders, rubbing them, just enjoying the sensation of her scales over his tough swordsman's hands.

The kobold licks her snout, sighing as she rubs her hips up against his body, teasing his flesh with the glistening moistness between her legs. Action, battle, and hunting. These things are exciting, indeed. And this is one way the kobold has found to mitigate the boredom that comes afterwords.

Baze grabs a clump of the Orc's short hairs, and Khorash grunts. Smiling a toothy grin, she looks him dead in the eyes and says to him, in no uncertain terms. "Fuck me!"

Khorash pushes himself up by his elbows and tips the scales of who was on top. Of course, Baze, ever the excited kobold she is, grabs onto his shoulders, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he begins to sit up. The orc reaches around, grabbing her by the rump and growling as he gets to his knees and hands but she keeps herself tied around her. "H... ha, come on girl... you want this dick o' mine, you gotta let go."

"Make me," the kobold whispers into his ear. She follows up that challenge by licking his lobe. Khorash's body shudders all over, giving the kobold the exact reaction she is looking for. The orc sits up on his knees once more, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her away from him. She responds by digging her sharp claws against his back, and giving off a playful, yet challenging, growl.

"That's how ya wanna play" he says... "then we'll play!" He bellows a boisterous laugh and grabs her by the tail. The ranger gasps, her grip faltering as he throws her down onto the ground.