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[i]THE STORY SO FAR...

After discovering that she had a mysterious tattoo on her butt, Stella sought out the services of the Reynolph Magic Academy to divine it and found out that the marking was a message from the gods! She could feel fate pulling her to a ruined temple far in the east.

The government and other services are obligated to anyone proven to been touched by the gods so Stella was given some money and offered three warriors to make any trip safer.

But what a twist of fate it had been for Stella! She was unprepared to lead three warriors to a mysterious land, but could the young herbalist adapt?[/i]

Stella unrolled the map on her lap, knocking the orc's hand beside her. The cart was large enough to fit three warriors and a small human girl but it was still cramped. Lorf the orc had his blade resting in the corner. Halmesh and Sarlo shared a seat, the lapid's wide frame taking up a lot of space but Sarlo liked to spread her legs out and wasn't a narrow sitter with her stance.

With a The region they were headed to was far-off and it would take days for them to reach there, even traveling by cart. It was a remote region so no train routes passed through the place.

"I can't believe the boss is having us watch over this human girl," said Sarlo.

Stella bit her lip. She already felt like an outsider. It was made apparent that she was!

"Orders are orders," said Lorf, his voice deep but distinguished.

Sarlo sighed and dropped a look at Stella. "Where are we headed again?"

"Hokely," said Stella, "It's a small town to the east."

"And how do you know this is where we need to be?" asked Sarlo.

"I can feel it," said Stella.

Sarlo scoffed. "Great. We're on a hundred-mile journey to nowhere on some human girl's fancy."

"We were told that you can [i]feel[/i] the direction in your head," said Halmesh. "What's it feel like?" he asked, his voice sincere.

Stella rotated her head and the pull of the temple rolled around her skull. It was always pushing eastward, which was the direction the cart was driving-- generally. "It's like a marble rolling in my head. It's drawing me in that direction."

Stella glanced out the window at saw the foresty wilderness pass by the cart. The temple was a long way off but it shared the same trees as Reynolph and other towns Stella had visited up to that point.

"Are you sure it's not brain damage?" said Sarlo.

Lorf chuckled.

She certainly is a subordinate of Ilya, thought Stella.

"One of the academy's astrologists or seers or whatever call them"-- Stella cleared her throat-- "he confirmed that the mark was real and he took me on a star-seeing trip to confirm I was being talked to by the gods."

Lorf looked at his blade. "Can't see why the gods would ask a favor from a human girl who's no professional warrior and has never seen true combat." He looked over to Stella. "No offense."

Stella bowed her head into a hand and rubbed her cheek. "What if it's nothing? What if I'm just supposed to go to that temple and do something simple and that's it? No need to pretend like I'm some chosen savior."

Sarlo sighed. "We should hope so."

"I'm an herbalist, by the way," said Stella, "It's a very important job."

It was an opportune time to quip at the human girl about her profession but the warriors kept their comments to themselves. Maybe they agreed with Stella that being an herbalist was important. Stella was happy that they stopped bugging her, regardless.

Thus began a weeks-long journey to the east. The carriage went down the road that Stella and Jillas came in from. The cart traveled the road [i]around[/i] the deadlands that Stella had walked into earlier that day. Stella kept an eye on the horizon in the deadlands' direction. A faint dance of fog came from gray trees in the distance. Stella shivered.

They traveled down the highway and Stella didn't have much to offer the conversations that her companions engaged in. The discussion about barbarian tribes to the north and "holding that front" was nothing that Stella contribute to nore understand at an adequate level. She got out her novel again and got reading, having to re-read a couple chapters to remind herself what was going on in the space story.

The ride was long and stops were needed for the driver, occupants, and horses to stretch and attend to themselves. One of the first stops was by a Lake Pypoli. The others wandered around the trees while Stella went down to the lake to get a few breaths of watery breeze.

There was another stop a few hours later where they allowed some time for the horses to relax. With the sun setting on the horizon and woods getting dark, the driver fed the horses some feed while the others found a clearing so that Lorf and Sarlo could spar with two large branches they found off the ground. Halmesh and Stella wandered around to pick some berries then returned to the clearing to watch the melee fighters of their squad swing the branches at each other.

Sarlo took a threatening swing at Lorf's face but Lorf hopped backwards and swung at her branch with the weapon of his own, almost knocking the stick out of her hands.

Lorf crackled a faint smirk. "Not used to fighting with a two-handed weapon, are you?"

"I've got more two-handed experience than most!" said Sarlo, getting a tighter grip on her twig.

Hamlesh popped a berry in his mouth. Not very flavorful but edible. He looked over and smiled a toothy smile at Stella. "So where are you from?"

"Drecker," said Stella.

"Drecker, huh?" Sarlo dodged Lorf's attack, "Heard of the name."

"It's a small town on the south side of Lake Pypoli," said Stella, "It's, uh, mostly humans."

"What are you doing up here then?" asked Hamlesh.

"I was delivering a sample of the netherlily," said Stella. She slouched her face turned glum, "But the academy already had enough samples."

Sarlo chuffed. "Sounds like a big trip for nothing!"

Stella dug her boots into the dirt. "Yeah. [i]Completely[/i] for nothing."

Lorf parried one of Sarlo's attacks but the hobgoblin lady followed through with a quick followup and slapped his arm with the leaves at the end of her branch. Lorf jumped back and chuckled. The hobgoblin was better than he thought!

The orc scratched the back of his neck. "All the way up from your small town? Must have been expensive. A waste of slivers." His tone was nonjudgemental but also unempathizing.

"I walked a good portion of it," said Stella. She knew that they wouldn't be receptive to her whining but she opened her heart a crack anyway. "I was attacked a few times and came across a lot of troubles. It's not even been a week since I left..."

Sarlo held her branch in front of her face, eying Lorf like a hawk. "A girl like you should stay home where it's safe!"

Hamlesh chuckled and rubbed Stella's need. "The good news is, you are definitely doing something worthwhile by going to this temple you told us about. It's a matter of the stars; it [i]has[/i] to be important!"

Stella smiled. "Yeah..."

The horses had their rest and the journey was ready to continue. As the sunset below the horizon and the sky went dark, the carriage continued down the highway.

The carriage arrived at the depot around midnight-- the same depot that Stella and Jillas stopped at yesterday. It was a different sight at night. Darkness covered the plaza and there were fewer carriages, horses and people walking around.

It was a good time to rest but the depot had only few lodgings and all of them were booked up.

When Lydd the driver came back to the carriage to tell them the unfortunate news, Lorf was unphased. He looked up at the sky. It was a clear night. They could rest under the stars with likely no problem. "We'll camp," he Lorf.

Lorf and Sarlo got a bunch of supplies from the carriage and brought them over to a clearing about thirty feet away from the shops. Lydd would sleep in the carriage and keep and eye on Lorf's treasured armor. The orc took off the plate mail and walked around in his undershirt and cotton pants.

Stella's companions didn't put up a fuss in helping her clear twigs off the grass and rolling out a sleeping bag. The ground had a short cut of grass on it so it would have been comfortable.

There was the smell of campfire in the air and a flickering orange in the distance so they weren't the only travelers camping outside the depot that evening.

Stella was ready to get some rest. It was funny how sitting for hours on end could be tiring. What was also funny was Lorf's bedtime ritual. Standing by his sleeping bag, he took off his shirt. Nothing strange there but then he took off his pants. Then his briefs.

Stella had full view of the orc man's round butt-cheeks. They were green, muscular and smooth. Then he turned towards Stella and there it was: his huge orc cock and balls. Hanging off his body, his shaft was six inches long and his balls underneath were more than two inches in diameter each.

"Uhhhh..." said Stella, "W-why are you naked?" She gazed at Sarlo and Halmesh, setting up their sleeping bags. "Are you going to have sex?"

"No," said Lorf. He chuckled, "I sleep in the nude. It's... relaxing."

Stella tried her best to ignore it. She rested in her sleeping bag and closed her eyes. If she couldn't see the huge orc cock, she couldn't be distracted by it.

They were up fairly early. The sun was rising over the horizon-- its light blading through the trees-- when Stella opened her eyes. Lorf was already dressed when Stella got out of bed, which Stella was relieved. It would have been too weird seeing orc cock before breakfast.

While Halmesh went to the stalls to get some breakfast, the rest of the crew put away their camping equipment and brought it to the carriage. Other travelers were seen at the depot, getting the carts loaded up. Stella's group was quick to get things going and Lydd's carriage got moving before the clock hit 8:00. Halmesh caught the cart on the way out, running up with a bag of biscuits in one hand.

Lydd led them east but the carriage took a turn north a few yards out of the depot, a road Stella hadn't traveled before.

"Wouldn't it be easier if we just went down the highway?" asked Stella, "Aren't roads up here rockier?"

Lydd heard her through the window. He called back: "Some of them, but they're nothing our horses can't handle, even with their troubles. Taking a more direct route to Hokely will shave a whole day off of our journey."

Not that the terrain north of the highway was that different. The roads were decent, at least coming off the main highway. There was no telling how the roads would keep as they journeyed deeper into remote parts of the countryside.

Regardless, the carriage traveled over the countryside well into the afternoon. They weren't going to pass a depot for the rest of that day so when they took a break around 2 in the afternoon, stopping by a small pond, they made it an extra long rest so that the horses could have a good lay-down.

The break took two hours. Stella passed the time by reading her novel, hiking around the area and seeing what plants she could see, and going to the pond to watch Lorf try to catch some small fish with a rock tied to a small branch with a skinny vine. Two hours and Lorf didn't catch a thing and he had to reapply a rock a few times after it broke off the fishing rod.

The horses regained their stamina so the ride continued. Everyone got back into the cart and rode out to the east.

The terrain got hillier and the forests switched out pleasant greens for marshier shades of leaves. There more cliffs and steppes around that area, too. There was only the faintest whistle of birdsong in the air. Not many birds came to that place, it had seemed. The horses galloped at a slower rate and Lydd had to direct them more closely around uneven dirt roads.

The driver looked around the area and saw a red helmet on a pike by the road. He turned back to Lorf. "Hey Lorf. Are we going through Mudclaps territory?"

"Yeah," said Lorf, wiping a finger down his sword. "They won't mess with us."

"Mudclaps?" asked Stella.

"They are a mob," said Sarlo.

"I thought bandits weren't around here anymore," asked Stella.

"They [i]aren't[/i] bandits," Sarlo said curling a smirk, "they're a [i]mob[/i]."

Stella grumbled quietly, unsatisfied with the answer.

"They won't mess with us," said Lorf, "They'll know we are a military crew." He glanced over at Stella. "Most of us anyway. They prey on merchants and travelers."

Stella had three guards around her. What did she have to worry about?

The sun went down but even in the late night, the chirping of birds was not heard nor was there the sound of nocturnal bugs. The sound of the horses trotting down the road was and the wheel churning along the dirt road was the only sounds echoing through the woods that night.

Lorf took a hand to his sword, the blade sheathed and leaning against the wall. When Sarlo took out one of her knives, Stella began to worry that maybe mobs [i]would[/i] bother the traveling party.

"We never should have come here," said Stella.

"Quiet," said Sarlo.

The cart moved into a small valley. Cliffs went up both sides of the road, about ten to fifteen feet off the ground. The evening darkness made it hard to see colors of the earthen walls clamping down on the road like a lion with its prey between its teeth.

Was anyone watching from up there?

"You came into the wrong territory, travelers," a voice boomed down from the top of the path.

Stella turned cold. It seemed like they [i]had[/i] ventured into hostile territory!

Lydd glanced back at Lorf to give the orc man the go ahead to take lead of the party. Space was limited but Lorf got his sword's strap around his body and opened the door. He walked out slowly and shut the door behind him before he uttered "Show yourself"-- his stern voice broke through the darkness of the valley.

Torches were lit and the forms of several people standing around the valley's many ledges were illuminated. Stella looked around with terrified eyes. The thugs looked down upon the passing travelers with sinister smiles. Sarlo glared back up at them.

Most of them were goblins, some were orcs, a couple humans, too. They had various kinds of armor and had weapons in hand, including swords, maces, and hammers. Some of the thugs closer to top of the valley had bows with quivers on their back full of arrows.

Lydd was unsure what to do. Halmesh slowly leaned towards the open door to peek up at all the soldiers and to formulate a plan on what could be his opening move should conflict arise.

At the front of the carriage on a narrow cut of cliff about six feet off the ground, an orc with an eyepatch wearing rugged leather armor stepped forward. It was Narg, the leader of the mob. He carried a hatchet in his hand and swung it out in the open for everyone to see! The horses galloped backwards, scared at the orc's sudden movements.

Stella peered up at the bandits perched at the highest points of the cliff and saw arrows drawn! She flinched back, tossing herself around the carriage in a panic, worried she's be shot!

Sarlo grabbed her collar. "Get a grip!"

Stella gripped her seat and breathed loudly.

"We demand a heavy purse for you's to pass through this valley," said Narg.

"We'll do no such thing!" said Lorf.

Narg scoffed. "Ugh, you coulda made this easy!" He glanced around the valley at all his soldiers. "Let's do this boys!"

A few of the mobsters hopped down to the ground, surrounding the carriage.

Lorf looked over at the driver. "Get inside."

Lydd nodded and curled the handle to open up the window behind him. He dropped himself in, with Sarlo climbing out after him. Lydd glanced at the horses. They were shifting around and neighing in distress. He didn't think anything was going to happen to them. The mobsters would love to claim those steeds as their own.

Lorf kept his eyes on as many of the bandits as he could. Were they going to attack? He had no idea. He was careful to reach his hands back, unclipping the buttons on his sheath. At a moment's notice, he could have needed his sword.

Narg walked along the cliff's edge to the side of the carriage. He saw the top of the carriage was unoccupied. The roof look to be made out of strong wood and frame. Would the thing be able to hold his weight, Narg wondered?

With Sarlo and Lorf in the front of the carriage, Stella was alone with the driver and Halmesh. A hobgoblin and a goblin snuck up to the side of the carriage, opening the door. Halmesh saw the door open and reached for his staff. Wait, no, where was it?

The goblin ripped the door open and the hobgoblin, a smile as wide as the crescent moon, took Stella's arm and tugged her hard! Stella shrieked as she was torn out of the carriage. Her legs hit the ground with a thud! Still struggling and shouting, the thugs dragged her to a small crowd of bandits that had gathered behind the carriage.

Halmesh watched Stella get carried off. He gritted his teeth and slammed a fist on the cushion. He uttered a quiet "Damn it!"

Narg hopped onto the roof of the carriage. Lorf seemed to be the leader of the group so one orc addressed another. Narg crossed his arms. "There are no negotiations with the Mudclaps!"

Stella struggled to get out of the hobgoblin's grip. The hobgoblin chuckled as she flailed to get free. Between the hobgoblin and the human holding her, there was no getting away for Stella. The rugged men overpowered the small human girl.

Lorf looked up at Narg laughing. His bandits cheered him on. He looked over at Sarlo and nodded so slightly that only she could notice. Sarlo looked at the cliffs. There was a small ledge just past one of the horses she could use to climb up.

Narg looked down at Lorf and saw he was planning something. He knew the full-plated orc warrior was going to be trouble so he gripped his hatchet and flexed his legs, ready to jump down and strike at Lorf.

Lorf, however, grabbed the hilt of his blade, jumped up onto the top of the carriage, and before Narg could drop his weapon onto Lorf, Lorf swung his blade right through Narg's body!

All was still. Narg looked confused like he wasn't sure how to react. Then, his body began to slide. Like a cube of ice cream down a hot sheet of metal, the top of his chest slid off the rest of his body. Lorf's diagonal cut was as clean as anything could be, Narg's blood only faint on Lorf's blade.

Narg's body fell off the carriage top and hit the ground with a wet thump, spraying blood everywhere. The light left the orc's eyes and he was dead.

A gasp came over the crowd! Everyone was stunned.

An archer on the cliffs readied an arrow but just as he took the arrow against the string, Sarlo punched him in the head and nabbed the bow. When another archer spotted the sneaky rogue, he readied an arrow himself, but Sarlo tossed a knife at the guy's throat, killing him instantly.

Lorf kicked the remainder of Narg's body off the carriage and it flew towards the crowd of bandits that had Stella in their custody, the pair of legs landing in front of them. He jumped down after it and stared down a crowd of cowardly bandits, staring back at him with wide, frightful eyes.

Lorf clenched his fists, inhaled deep, and then let out a roar that shook the valley! Those who screamed in terror-- their voices couldn't be heard over Lorf's bellow. The orc's call shook the stones out of the dirt walls. Many bandits dropped their weapons in terror.

When Lorf went silent, it was like a waterfall had manifested. There was heard was dripping. All around the valley, most every bandit was so terrified that their bladders let go. Streams of wetness went down pant legs and puddles formed at feet.

Those in front of Lorf, mostly goblins, got the worst of it. Everyone had pissed their pants, but many had fallen over in pools of their own making, looking up in horror at Lorf and shaking. Earthier odors came from many of them proving that Lorf's scare also suspended their bowel control.

The scare made several weak in the knees so a few toppled over. A few curled into balls. A few fainted in terror. One goblin was so distraught that he had the uncontrollable urge to suck his thumb like a baby! One orc lady was giggling and spitting on herself with her pants splashed with two thick streams down the legs like she found it funny she peed herself!

The human and hobgoblin that grabbed Stella were no different. They stood there, tearing up and whimpering, their pants looking like their history with potty-training had been erased. Puddles at their feet, stenches coming up behind them!

Stella was not immune to Lorf's roar. Even if she was the person Lorf was trying to save, the orc's earthshaking rumble scared the girl. It was like she was staring into the face of a wild behemoth! Her lip quivered, tears streamed down from her eyes and her pants and odor indicated that Lorf's scare caused her bodily control to take a vacation much like everyone else around.

"[i]Leave,[/i]" said Lorf.

The bandits abandoned their weapons and raced into the darkness from whence the carriage came. Those that had fainted or couldn't get up had to be dragged out of there. The archer that Sarlo dispatched abandoned the body of his friend and jumped down onto the road.

The carriage was safe, but Stella stood in the middle of the road, still shaken and the pee on her pants cooling.

Lorf looked at Stella's pissed clothes but said nothing. It couldn't have been helped so he wasn't going to apologize. She was safe anyway.

Sarlo hopped down and Halmesh and the driver came out of the carriage. They saw Stella looking very spooked and like she waited too long to ask to go to the bathroom. Halmesh and the driver restrained their chuckles but Sarlo laughed out loud.

"That's what it's like being on the receiving end of one of Lorf's roars!" said Sarlo.

"We'll have to get you cleaned up before you get back in the carriage," said the driver.

Halmesh grinned. "There should be a pond nearby to clean yourself." He walked up to Stella and took her hand. "Can you walk?"

Stella moved. She blinked and got a grip. She looked down and sighed. Another accident. What was it, the fifth time in the last week? She nodded at Halmesh and she tried to speak but her lips weren't working.

The horses were ok, so the journey continued. Halmesh and Sarlo got back into the cart, the driver took the front, but Stella was required to hang on the back because they didn't want to dirty the seat with her soiled pants.

Lorf joined her. They had their feet on the back bar and hung onto a steel bar hanging off the window. It was sturdy enough so Stella felt comfortable riding like that as she flapped her pants dry.

"Don't feel too bad," said Lorf, "I once did that to an ogre and she totally pissed her pants."

Stella snerked, "An ogre? Seriously."

"It's a true story," said Lorf.

"Did you come out here to keep me company?" asked Stella.

"No," said Lorf. He reached down and took off the plate on his crotch. Underneath were his pants, but Stella noticed that they were [i]wet[/i].

"Did..." Stella cleared her throat, "Did you pee yourself?"

Lorf nodded, "It's intense to be on the receiving end of my roar. And it's intense to be the one performing it."

Stella was dumfounded. She didn't know what to say so she kept quiet as the cart continued into the night.

They needed to stop and make camp anyway so they stopped at a clearing that had a circle of stones around a dirt spot like it was meant for campfire and others had used that place as a camping ground prior. Lorf entrusted Hamlesh and Sarlo with his armor.

While Sarlo, Lydd, and Halmesh set up some alarm traps in case the Mudflaps wanted to enact some revenge, Lorf and Stella took a shameful walk down to the pond. Stella took her backpack with some fresh clothes inside. Lorf was going to go to bed after so he wouldn't need a fresh pair of pants after he was done bathing.

As they walked, they said nothing. Stella was too shy to talk in that state and Lorf was uninterested in conversing.

When they got to the pond, Stella asked, "Did you want me to bath here while you go...?" She didn't know how to finish that sentence without sounding insulting.

Lorf scoffed. "I've seen a naked human before. Just keep ten feet away from me and I'll be fine."

They undressed. Stella didn't know what to do with her crapped pants so she threw them into the brush, hoping no one would find them. How many times in that journey had she tossed ruined pairs of pants into the dirt? She counted at least three but ignored the humiliation and got in the water.

She tried her best not to pay attention to Lorf as she walked deeper into the pond, feeling the submerged sand on her feet. The water was cold but she would suck it up to clean herself.

She washed herself off and said nothing. She had brought a rag with her into the water and scrubbed down her body even if a quick clean was good enough for the night. Her crotch and ass were freed from disgusting substances but she was already in the water so what was the harm in being a little thorough and wiping down her arms?

Stella eyed Lorf. The orc didn't seem bothered by him soiling himself and having to clean his body in a random pond. It wasn't the first time, Stella assumed.

I guess when you scare the piss out of your enemies, thought Stella, you can have it happen to yourself every once in awhile without shame.

Stella looked over at Lorf. The water went up to his navel so she couldn't get a glimpse of his cock. Did she want to see his cock? An orc cock? It was a big beast, that cock-- why wouldn't she want to see it?

Lorf saw her peeking over his way and stood up straight. "If you want to see my dick, you can ask."

Stella's eyes spurted and she turned her head away. "Ummmm... sorry."

"You want to see it, though?" asked Lorf, "Don't you?"

Stella had to ask herself that. Did she want to see it? Yes. But was it out of curiosity and nothing more? No. It was a big cock. The kind that Stella like to [i]engage[/i] with.

"Yeah," said Stella, turning back towards Lorf and stepping a few paces towards him.

Lorf walked closer to the shore to raise his body out of the water. Water lowered off of his groin and his big green cock was visible. "Didn't get enough of a look last night?"

"I didn't want to seem..." Stella stopped. She didn't know how to finish that sentence.

"Don't usually see orcs naked?" asked Lorf.

Stella shook her head, but then stopped. That wasn't true after what happened a few days ago. "The other day I watched an orc man and a reptilian lady have sex while I masturbated."

Lorf snerked, then broke into a fit of giggling. Stella was embarrassed for a moment but Lorf grinned. "Not bad." His brow straightened and he took a few steps toward Stella. "Did you want to do more than just watch this time around?"

Stella bit her lip. The question snuck up on her like a snake but the thrill of it was tempting. She nodded.

Lorf smiled and took her shoulders, caressing them gently with his big orc hands. Stella shivered and forced herself to look up into his eyes. She gazed at him, letting out a nervous giggle. Lorf eyed the shoreline where the sand in the water would be a good place for a human girl to park her ass. Stella took his directions and went to the shore.

She swallowed hard and sat her ass down against the edge of the pond, grass tickling her lower spine. She looked up at the orc, him throttling his cock to get it up to size. 12 inches, 13 inches, 14... Stella's heart beat viciously enough to thump her chestplate.

Lorf took another step forward and Stella gripped the edge of the pond and lifted her legs up, splitting them out in a V. She smiled, wanting him. Lorf descended onto her, dropping his knees into the sand below. He spotted her vag underneath the water and aligned himself erect cock down into her.

The orc shaft entered her. Stella's eyes narrowed and her attention bent towards the sensation of a long hard rod entering her nethers. It entered her like a large log being slotted into a battering ram. The heavy piece rumbled as it hit the back of her cave.

"Uhhhh... urrr..." groaned Stella.

Lorf gripped the ground on the shore and got thrusting, holding the edge of the grassline like it was a handlebar. Stella was smaller than his usual but she wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight so he could go any speed without her slipping off. His cock went in and out. The flesh around the entrance to Stella's hole clung on his cock tight and the flesh deeper inside her vagina was loose, but all of it rubbed up against Lorf's cock.

Stella shifted and quivered at the feeling of a large orc cock penetrating her. It was hard to imagine pleasure after the sex she got from that demon back on the highway and it was nice to have the reminder that a hard rod digging into her hindquarters could feel good. And it felt [i]good[/i]. It rocked back and forth, the head of the large ship swerving into the sides of her cave before giving the back a mighty poke.

The water surrounding their bases didn't do much to soften the impact of Lorf's sac smacking Stella's taint. Every jostle was a joy and every time that bag of brass hit her, her toes flinched.

They went at a moderate pace, grunting quietly but Stella felt her blood stir with excitement. The fire inside her burned, though. As she lost herself in the orc's body, her arousal spiked and she wanted it [i]more[/i].

"Unnngh," said Stella. She caught her breath. "Ooook, aaark!"

Lorf looked down to see if someone was wrong but Stella seemed alright-- just that she had taken the opportunity to make sounds like a monkey. The orc found it gratifying but assumed it was a slip up on Stella's part. As he continued to thrust though, Stella stretched her legs out wide and leaned back.

"OOOOoook!" Stella screamed into the air, "Aaaah! Uuuuurrrrk!"

Was she aping out? Lorf couldn't believe it! He never knew humans to make primate noises during sex!

"URK!" Lorf grunted like an ape. "Ooook! Oook!"

Stella responded with a few more monkey grunts. Lorf lowered himself closer to the ground and let out a guttural moan but breaking out into a sharp fit of aggressive gorilla roars. Maybe not as scary as the battle cry he uttered earlier that evening but a powerful one nonetheless.

The roar shook Stella but it excited her more than it scared her. She knew this roar was a roar of passion-- a roar of sex.

Lorf's speed picked up. He rocked into Stella like an industrial saw. The bottom of his shaft glowed with the warmth of friction. His testicles were boiling with desire. The tip of his cock rubbed her inner sanctum like he was trying to paint the wall.

Stella's primate grunts had to break through her mouth sealed by the biting of her lip. She moaned and grunted, cavewoman conversation for a prehistoric act. Lorf's cock was rubbing on her so quickly that her loins were warm with numbness.

Lorf's thrusts splashed water up on Stella's belly. If they stopped their grunting and other sounds could be heard, it would have sounded like two ducks trying to swim. The plaps of their skin slamming each other was muffled by submersion, even if their cries were not.

Stella barked like a monkey calling a mate and Lorf responded by growling into the sky. Stella ooked like a chimp examining a discarded tool and Lorf countered with grunts to tickle her ears. Stella leaned back and howled like an ape, and that sexy moan is where Lorf hit his limit.

The sound of the human girl's howl tickled his balls too much and the orc rumbled. The pot simmered over the edge onto the burner. The explosion fired up his shaft and out his tip. He roared and hit his thrusting speed to maximum as his jizz drained out of him.

The roar, the hastening, and the jizz filling up Stella was enough to set her over her limit, too. Her libido collapsed and let her essence free. She twisted her neck and howled, letting out her fangs to the night. She rocked her ass into the sand below, shifting it around like her cheeks were a burrowing crab.

Stella held onto Lorf, her arms so overcome with energy that she let herself dangle from the orc's muscular body while the two knocked and bellowed into the night. Their juices escaped their bodies and ejected into the water. Afterwards, a pool cleaner would have been required.

Their shouts could be heard into the horizon. For a dozen seconds or so, anyway. Their orgasms cooled, they got their breaths, and they unplugged from one another. Stella let go of Lorf and her body sunk into the water. Lorf stood up and looked down at Stella. The exhaustion of an orgasm plus the weightlessness of being in water had probably weakened her so the orc helped Stella on her feet and got out of the pond, legs shaky on shore.

But what now then? Was it time to get dressed? No. They took a minute to recharge but then Stella found a path of soft crass and got down on her hands and knees. "Oook," she grunted at Lorf.

The orc's cock went hard again. He got down behind Stella and slid his broom handle inside. Stella's eyes scattered and she grinned. When Lorf got going inside her she moaned. She moaned any way she wanted to. It was not the time to control herself so she squealed and grunted like a chimp in the trees!

If she felt like screaming, she screamed. If she wanted to grunt, she did so. If she wanted to ook, that's what happened. She was an animal in that moment, water glistening on her body.

Lorf was no different. As the orc thrust into his human mate, he huffed and grunted like an ape. He wanted to plant all his seed into Stella. Knuckles on the ground, he urked like a gorilla with every push into the female.

Only those that could hear them clearly could know that the two beasts in the throes of mating were people-- a human and an orc. Their primate bellows were like something heard from a zoo or the jungle. They grunted and ooked, their voices carrying over the trees.

Once they had enough of doggystyle, they moved to a nearby dirt pit to position Stella upward and have Lorf kneel at her base and get her upward. That inspired Lorf to lay on his back and let Stella ride him for awhile, Stella lifted her head to the sky and letting out a roar as she rode Lorf's dick like a jockey.

They went to the trees and Lorf got Stella behind. After spraying up into her sex like firing dessert cream into a donut, Lorf had his fill. Stella got down on the ground, breathing hard. Her body was tingling. She had never had sex like [i]that[/i] before! She felt completely satisfied. For the first time in her whole life, she had great sex!

She looked up at Lorf. He cock dangled like a slab of meat. Was it Lorf's huge cock that broke past Stella's pleasure barriers? Or was it the willingness to go full monkey? Or was it both?

They went back to the water to give themselves a quick wash. Unable to fight temptation, they had one more bit of doggystyle before they got cleaning. Stella leaned over in the water and Lorf stuck himself in and jostled her hole until the two lost their juices and came hard.

They really were just monkeys in heat.

Lorf had to help Stella out of the water again. After all they had did, her legs were exhausted and weak. She got out of the water and went to her backpack for a towel or rag to clean up. Lorf had a towel waiting back at camp. He wasn't going to get redressed before night anyway.

Stella and Lorf shared a look as Stella dried herself off with an old shirt she was about to toss out. They smiled.

Stella confirmed her new clothes were clean and got redressed and the human girl and the orc man walked back to camp. There was no doubt that the other three heard them and knew what they had done.

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