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Many sights come off as peculiar in both the kingdom of Slaodadh Daraich and the Mamor Toran Empire. To name one: the dark-indigo-haired turquoise orc clad in a sleeveless and baggy vermillion and brass plaid tunic and tan trousers, and the green-eyed sand-pelted Spotted Hyaena sporting a light-grey dress with royal-violet sashes. The she-orc towers over the hyaena, especially when they sit down. Standing, the she-orc is two-and-a-half metres tall, and the hyaena is shy of one-and-a-half. Even for a female, the orc has distinct muscles on her arms and neck. As expected of her kind, the hyaena is slender.

Nobody dares slander the pair as the residents aboard the vehicle that they ride and the residents of where they transit, know who the two are. As her clan are proud of who they are, insulting them is bound to provoke them. Anyone not knowing them would assume that the hyaena is a house servant, but would think wrong.

The hyaena speaks up over the rattling of the transit vehicle, "How much longer?"

The she-orc lifts her golden watch from her pocket and checks it. She then looks to the side. She recognises the garden that they pass, and answers, "Only a few minutes." The pair have already checked into the inn where they are sojourning. In the city that is the heart of Mamor Torus, it is still a long drive from their best inn to their best bathhouse, where they are headed.

The hyaena comments, "You have been quiet since entering de city. I tink I deserve to know why you choose to meet this husband of yours in an imperial-quality bathhouse."

The she-orc looks down at her, as much as she hates to do so. She replies, "There's only sho much ta tell about 'im. I did, after oll, tell you abou' me arrangements with 'im and othahs."

The hyaena asks, "But why see 'im at a bathhouse of all places?"

The she-orc goes into explanation. "At every bathhouse of any quality, yeh're nude inside its wollzh and on its grounds. The crime 'ouzes would use this cushtom ta determine their enemies baished on their tattoos. To ush orcs, at least in Slaodadh Daraich, if yeh've no mark, be it an 'ouse crest or a syndicate, yeh're a nobody."

As much as the hyaena appreciates that clarification, something still disturbs her. "What if I am not safe from others to see me naked?"

The she-orc comments, astonished, "Yeh cannot be sho modest now. Not after I sholl yer extended family naked." Their wedding party was among the many calls for the hyaena's clan members getting drunk and dancing naked.

The hyaena objects, "'Tis nothing to do with them seeing me naked. I merely tink only you get de right."

The she-orc speaks, "I respect yer nervousness, Love. If need be, yeh kin 'ave a private chamber whilst I confer with me husband." There is no time to explain further as the transportation stops where they get off. The couple does so, the she-orc holding her wife's hand.

The couple is just outside a massive, pillared marble construct, looking pure white. Even the platform of the front gate is marble. Still holding hands, they walk toward the large cedarwood gate with a handle made to be pulled by an orc's hand. They enter a grey-blue atmosphere of an immense space, just for a long desk where another orc idles. The black-haired grey orc grins and says with excitement, "Lady MacRhona! Wonderful to see you! Happy Anniversary!"

The hyaena tugs, the she-orc bending aside, and the hyaena whispers in her ear. The she-orc's reaction is a chuckle.

The grey orc states, "General Octavius told me to expect yeh. He and 'is 'usband are in a private chamber where yeh kin... discuss yer matters." He cannot help grinning.

Dismissing the jest, Kokra speaks, "The other lady 'ere is me guest. I will cover oll requests that the mistresses fulfil."

The hyaena squeaks at that, expecting something from just the word for probable staff.

The grey orc looks at Kokra's wife awkwardly before stating, "I will 'ave yer favourite awaiting you outside the stores." The turquoise she-orc then leads her wife, carrying a large leather purse over her shoulder, to the door on the left side.

In a marble chamber with a tiled floor, immense shelves of items idle. Only a select few she-orcs occupy the spaces between shelves, and they stop and stare upon an influential lady of Slaodadh Daraich and her small and slender companion. They watch as the pair go to the far end for a stall.

Kokra cups her wife's chin with her left hand and looks at her tenderly. She whispers, "No harm will come t-you. I promish." She then presents the back of her hand, her silver ring having the Eternity Knot. It means a lot more to her than the two silver bands on her right wrist. Kokra does not hesitate to rub her wife's face with her finger.

The hyaena hesitates as she watches her wife opens and shrugs off her tunic. As she has nothing underneath, Kokra's large, smooth breasts are revealed in all their glory. On her left shoulder is a tattoo of a Triskele--two turns of each anti-clockwise loop, centred by a triangle--and on her lower back is the motto of the MacRhona house. She undoes the belt of her trousers and lets them fall to her feet. She lifts her feet out of her sandals and the openings of her pants. Then, she undoes the knot of her underpants and lets them fall as well. Her wife cannot help but feel arousal upon seeing her just casually undressing.

Upon neatly folding her garments and placing them in the stall, she places each hand on her wife's shoulders. After a moment of relaxing her, she unclips the sashes and handles them as if they could disintegrate with the slightest touch. That seems to give the hyaena the nudge to untie the knot at the top of her dress, and she slowly slips out of it as if it were soggy paper. Whilst her wife stores that dress, the hyaena pulls her underpants down and slips out of them.

Kokra takes her wife's hand in hers again and picks up her purse. Kokra gives her another tender look before they both head out the next door, naked as the day they were born.

Many smells run right to the hyaena's nose upon entering a vast chamber of marble walls and a cerulean tiled floor. She can smell the steam of bathwater coming and going, as well as the scents of alcohols and foods. The scents are the least of the atmosphere. Orcs and furs, male and female, take up the space of the immense pool in the centre, where many couples mingle or get handsy.

The hyaena looks around, particularly over the pool. She is filled with mixed feelings, seeing both gay and straight couples frisk each other as if it were nobody else's business. Those just mingling seem to ignore the scenes.

Noting this, Kokra comments, "That is not the only place fer sex." Her wife looks up as Kokra continues, "There is another pool 'ere fer orgies." The hyaena imagines that, and she shudders. So, Kokra adds, "I am not surprised anymore by people colling us barbaric. Yer people were right to coll me clan that."

The hyaena murmurs, "There is only so much that somebody can take."

Kokra replies, "I understand, Muna. Trust me, though: theer's no need fer such high guard."

"Lady Kokra!" A female voice announces. The couple turns to see a radiant tiger, naked as they are, but she has a necklace with a badge--the crest of the house that owns the place. She has lovely sky-blue eyes. It is hard to tell because of her soft pelt, but she has good muscle, albeit not as large as Kokra's. The muscles in the she-orc's midsection are quite distinct. The lovely tiger adds, "And whom might you be?"

The hyaena mumbles before she speaks up, "Lady Muna Kalim of de Shara Mukta."

Genuinely curious, the tiger asks, "And what brings a lady of a house here?"

Muna answers, "I am married to Kokra." She shifts aside and holds out her left arm, to represent a ring, the same kind of ring that Kokra has, and adds, "Out of love."

The tiger grins, stating, "Maybe we can test how much you love her."

Kokra interjects, "Y-would need 'er consent first, Barose." She adds in a nonchalant tone, "I assume the general told yeh to expect me."

The tiger answers, "Indeed, he did. I would never hesitate to provide service to my favourite customer."

Kokra places a hand on the hyaena's shoulder, "But I am not the one yeh'll shurve, Barose. The general and I 'ave much ta discuss. So, I would love fer me dear wife t-be entertained in the meantime."

Muna looks up at the she-orc, aghast. She tugs Kokra and whispers intensely about a sudden worry. Kokra whispers back, "I expect me 'usband to desire the same thing o' me. So, I wouldn't"--She is interrupted by another intense whisper. Kokra objects lowly, "She may be good, but it would not mean a serious thing. She knows 'er duties as we follow ours." The she-orc stands up straight again, and asks Barose, "Kin yeh show us to a private chamber?"

The tiger answers, "Of course, My Lady." She turns around, and the pair follow her. Muna cannot help staring at the tiger's pert buttocks and watching her thin tail swish.

It is not a long walk to a space equivalent of the living chamber at MacRhona Manor. The dimly lit atmosphere makes the walls look indigo with the translucent curtains over the window. Next to that window is a cedar cabinet, for storage of specific items. In front of the pair when they enter is a long couch covered with deep-purple velvet. On the far end is a four-poster bed with a golden frame and the mattress covered with golden-yellow sheets, fit for the pair of aristos that the she-orc and hyaena are.

Barose speaks, "Refreshments of all kinds are available."

Muna looks down, considering. Then, she looks up at the lovely tiger, replying, "Perhaps later." Barose nods, understanding.

Kokra asks her wife, "May I recommeend a full-boldy massage? 'Twould be wonderful especially fer yeh." Sensing Muna's awkwardness, the she-orc adds, "Remember, yeh need only shay th-word."

Muna asks the tiger, "How good are your massages?"

Barose jests, "Better than good I can assure you." She adds informatively, "I use my claws to comb when I finish, but I always keep them sheathed while rubbing. I dig as deep as you like with my paw pads and the heels."

Muna caresses her wife's forearm before slipping her hand out of the she-orc's hand. Though she feels tight inside being naked in front of a stranger, the hyaena tells Barose, "I would like a full-body massage."

Barose replies, "Perfect. Just lay face-down on the couch"--she points to it-- "and I will get the oil."

Only when the tiger turns around, the hyaena approaches the couch and sits down first. Its cushion could have been used by many, but its soft velvet is still comfortable. Muna shifts and slowly lays herself face-down. She props her arms to support her chin. Kokra stays to watch the tiger return, oiling her paw pads. How good the hands feel upon touching her back. Immediately, Muna closes her eyes and sighs, relaxed. The she-orc approaches and gets down on one knee. She reaches with one finger and scratches behind the hyaena's ear, which calms her all the more. Kokra keeps it up and smiles, seeing her wife willing to let her guard down. She then stands up. The tiger pays no attention to the she-orc exiting the chamber. Kokra is willing to guess which one the general occupies.

Kokra treads the tiled floor again. She passes the next two doors as those lead outside, where the second pool is. She does not take the doors in the corner as those are the entrance and exit of the hot-stone sauna. She then ignores the wall covered with stained-glass windows as that space is meant to be a quiet area for reading, writing, drawing, and meditating. Her first guess is a chamber on the next corner, which she remembers also has a tiled floor, but only chairs and tables. She knocks on the cedar door of the sidewall. Without waiting for a reply, she turns the handle--

And she gets it correct on the first guess. "Kokra!" A male voice booms. Approaching the turquoise she-orc is a grey-green orc, as tall as she is, in all his naked glory. He wraps his arms around her, and she gladly accepts the hug. This orc has the muscles like a chiselled sculpture, his pectorals like tiles with curves and his abs as well as his sides like mosaic pieces slightly spaced. A javelin tattoo runs on an angle on his right pectoral, and on each side of his abdomen is a pair of defined Fasces. He speaks, "I bin lookin' forward ta seeing yeh. Shame I don' get ta see yer wife, though."

Kokra replies, "She would-a bin too scared." She heads to the wooden table, where four chairs idle. The general smirks upon seeing her ass. As she proceeds, she pulls out a small case. She turns around to him, to speak, "Fer our anniversary."

"Anything fer me?" another male voice jests. Taking a chair in front of Kokra is another grey-green orc, this one being twenty centimetres shorter and having a lean body, his brown hair in a ponytail, and a tattoo of an Asclepius Rod on his upper left arm. He adds, "I believe yer business involvin' me 'usband involves me as well."

The general interjects, "Patience, Finnian." He joins at the table, taking the seat right in front of Kokra, but not before showing off his buttocks that are like rocks for a garden border, along with the tattoo of a sun cross above his hips.

Serious, Kokra states, "Let ush discush the trade routes first."

The orc that dwarfs both the lady and the general in comparison lowers his arms and slouches like a child having just been told off. The general replies, "But of course, Kokra."

The she-orc opens her purse and pulls out a whack of rolled parchments, which she sets on the table. She speaks, "Yer 'usband needs not worry, Argus; medicine applies to the trades." She unrolls one parchment, the short orc using a metal mug to hold one corner down. The general relies on the box that Kokra has just presented to hold a side down. On the page is a chart with highlights.

Argus manages to ignore Kokra's hanging breasts as she points to a line toward the main road of the city. She speaks, "I unda-shtand that the bridge north of th-borders 'as taken quite the bea' ins from battles, mainly pirates sabotagin' caravans an' travellin' merchants."

Argus replies, "Then you also understand that me men 'ave captured a crew workin' fer one of our military's most wanted pirates. The captain fell in battle; I made sure o' that myself."

Kokra continues, "Be that as it may, the bridge could collapsh with maybe two more ship battles."

"Agreed. But an investment in repairs and upgrades is not enough. As the road is travelled most often to here, other pirates already 'ave the idea to intercept at the river below."

Kokra knows where he's going with the point. She presents another parchment, this one with a grid pattern. "Whot we need is a dam. But if it blocks th-water, it interferes with the flow to the filters. I suggest thish kind of barrier to wedge between the sides."

"'Tis worth a try, my dear. Now, what about the bridge?"

Kokra presents another page of a design. She explains, "'Tis another ambitious project, but we need ta make a new bridge. Thish has a skeletal metal brace."

Argus infers, "'Twould be quite efficient. But even if you invest metal from your place, I must ask my queen for approval. I will inform 'er of this proposition."

Kokra states, "In the time of that route being closed, the firsht route wesht and the firsht route easht will need of reliance." She adds, indicating an ocean, "It might be out of your jurisdiction, but the navy will need two new outposts ta resht. My queen tolerates sharing schematics for these." Argus takes that page and examines it. His husband does, too.

Argus replies, "Cement is harder to come by here. That is why we still reuse stone. Even now, we 'ave a shortage to outrage our builders."

Kokra retorts, "And if I invest that resource meshelf?"

Argus snorts and flaps the page. He asks back, "Anything else?"

Kokra states, "Only so long yeh kin take me seriously."

Argus objects, "Oh, but I do. I believe you've good ideas."

Kokra asks, "Then whot say yeh to the outposts in which I invest fer my military?" She indicates the westernmost route, particularly a spot aside the path. "'Twos I who invested in the fortress where soldiers outside kin rest and watch fer potential enemies. Now, a watchtower would 'elp when scanning that section of the river. We neever know which waters criminals sail. The western island is another right spot fer rest. The navy might need that fer a port o' theirs."

"A watchtower and an additional dock... Not a bad idea." Both Argus and Finnian examine the chart and the schematics. The general adds, "I will consult my queen on these, as well." Placing the page aside, he adds, "Anything else?"

Kokra answers, "As me 'oush is among the top funders fer Slaodadh Daraich's military, I wish ta renew the contract of partnership." She presents a stack of three pages listing the conditions of that partnership. Finnian is the one to read the text.

As the shorter green orc has a good memory, he can determine the differences from the previous clauses. After he finishes, he says, "Check out section two, paragraph three."

Argus does so. Without looking up, he states, "Yeh wish for a supply of our latest cutlass."

Kokra replies, "Me clan wos behind with th-weapons before we wed. Unlesh yeh kin part with yer shmith to teesh the methods, we need a shupply."

Argus places the pages down. "I can determine which blacksmith might be of use ta you, provided that they can and are willing to ship out."

Finnian advises, "Also check section four, paragraph seven, sub-paragraph five."

Argus turns the page to there and reads the short statements. "Of course, I will share the plans of the cannons. I thought it wos needless to say here." He bends aside, and it turns out that he dug for a pen. Without hesitation, he signs his name at the bottom of the last page.

Kokra speaks, "Perfect. I believe our affairs are now in order, Argus."

"Splendid. I knew that y-were the best matriarch ter unite our nations."

"Yeh shay that every year, Argus." She rolls the charts back up and places them back in her purse. "Now that the bores are at an end, we kin fokish on whot yeh truly desire o' me."

Both Argus and Finnian grin, baring sharp teeth that makes their tusks look normal of them. They have a hand on each other's members before they even stand up. The she-orc rolls her eyes as she stands up and moves aside, giving them a full view of her naked body. They do the same, showing her their nude bodies.

Kokra takes Argus's hand, to place over her breast. He complies with her. Finnian is reluctant to let go, unlike Argus. The large green orc cups the turquoise she-orc's breasts and kisses her, which she gladly returns. The shorter green orc cups his own scrotum as he stares at his husband's pert buttocks, even his sun cross tattoo.

Kokra and Argus's tusks grind against each other's and as they rub each other's chests together. The green orc pauses upon feeling his husband press his manhood just at his hips and grope his buttocks, squeezing them as if he is trying to crush a pair of brass tankards. That arouses Argus as he feels his groin tighten.

Argus takes one hand off of Kokra's breast, to guide one hand of hers to his groin. Whilst he continues to stimulate her by fondling her breasts and occasionally squeezing the nips, she cups both his unit and sack. She feels it engorge and harden in her hand as if that small amount of heat makes a small piece of clay further solidify. Both of them moan as they kiss and fondle one another. He then lowers his arms, pressing her breasts against his pectorals, to cup her rear end and tug each side.

Answering to a nudge, Kokra willingly gets on her knees. Argus slightly lowers himself, to wedge his manhood in the crevice of her cleavage. The green orc slightly rocks his hips, Kokra staying in place. Argus repeats the motion, moaning. Finnian keeps himself pressed against his husband's back, holding onto him, his penis upward. The larger green orc seems not to mind as he continues rutting against the turquoise she-orc. She moans, enjoying that he massages her breasts again.

He eventually increases the rate. The larger green orc feels himself tighten inside, keeping his unit sandwiched between the she-orc's breasts. He rocks back and forth, going faster and harder. Kokra feels his unit continue expanding and feels a chill in her nips as it has hardened. As if Argus already knows, he pinches her nips yet again, as hard and as long as he can, Kokra drawing out a moan of pleasure. She refuses to let the green orc take his hands off of her breasts as he keeps on rutting.

Argus has his turn to moan, feeling his manhood tighten even further. He doesn't want it to stop, even when he moans a little louder, and then again. He feels the flow in his unit--

And he spurts his juice over the she-orc's breasts. Only when he lets out as much as he can, he eases up until he halts, panting. However, that is not enough. Argus gets on his knees grazing Kokra's chest, and then bringing his hand to her mouth. She eagerly takes all his fingers in her maw, sucking on them. The fingers exit her mouth, coated in only her slobber.

Then, he nudges her. Kokra lays on her back, her legs spread. Argus dives his head toward her vagina. He licks over the rim before he digs his tongue inside. He licks deeper and deeper in her clitoris, stimulating her vagina. She just lays there, moaning in pleasure, limbs sprawled out. She tries to hold back on her orgasm, not that Argus cares.

Only when his saliva is smeared all over the clits, Argus states, "She is ready for you." He moves aside, the shorter green orc approaching, his erection having almost peaked. Argus adds to Kokra, "He both wants and needs ta learn t-be dominant." Finnian makes a gesture, which Kokra can see. So, she rolls over and props up on her hands and knees. Finnian grasps one hip and uses his free hand to guide his aroused penis to her clits. Upon reaching it, he places his hand on her other hip and begins to rock back and forth.

Kokra barks, "Afraid yer pecker'll break?" There is no answer; he just keeps going slow. Crosser, she adds, "Ge' yer knob inside me, yeh scrony bastard!" As if that has jolted him, Finnian thrusts hard enough to get halfway inside her vagina. He goes slow again, now having stimulated the she-orc yet again.

After a few minutes, Argus carries out his plan. He kneels in front of her, presenting his aroused member. Kokra eagerly takes it in her maw and starts lapping her tongue around it inside her mouth. This brings him back to arousal. She can taste what seed on him has dried up, only to moisten, which arouses her as well. She cares only about letting the larger green orc off. She bobs her head as a signal, which Argus doesn't follow.

Kokra stays in place, barely rocking with the shorter green orc behind her, who continues to act as if it's his first time. The she-orc raises her right arm, to tug at Argus's scrotum. Now, he understands, but he holds off on that. His eyes are on his husband, still going slow. The shorter green orc holds back on his pace until he is hilt-deep in Kokra's vagina. By his impression, he fails to reach the peak, but he hopes to make up for it.

To surprise the she-orc, Finnian begins thrusting rapidly. As a further surprise, Argus starts humping the she-orc's maw as if he acts on cue. It is Argus's rutting that has Kokra moaning. She can feel the stiffy inside her, though it doesn't do much for her. She still takes it from both sides. Finnian humps her at the pace of a jackhammer, moaning in pleasure. He feels himself tighten as he tries holding on. Then, he feels a flow.

Finnian spurts his seed inside the she-orc, his grip on her hips like a vice. He lets out a roar of delight upon bursting inside her. Kokra keeps a hand on one of Argus's buttocks as he continues humping her mouth until he spills his fluid inside her. She downs every last drop of his seed.

Kokra stands up, to embrace the general. He grins like a child having just been given a popular toy. Finnian joins in the hug, and sways as his arms are as far as he can reach around the she-orc. He wants the feel of her body to sink in before she is to depart.

Argus says lowly, "Happy Anniversary, Kokra." They run their hands over each other's bodies as they bask in their afterglow, wanting to feel every line of their muscles.

Upon pulling away, Kokra comments, "Thish 'as bin quite eventful."

Argus replies, "Best sex with yeh since our wedding night." She pauses and takes a long look, to deduce that it is no joke. She returns to the table, to pick up her large purse.

She barely looks at Finnian, who feels again like a child having just been scolded. She states, "Women like me prefer men who fuck 'ard. Like Argus."

Finnian orates, "Jus' because I disappointed you, gives you no right ta treat me like shit! And don't you dare condescend me just because I'm nothing like Argus! I've taken shit from other orcs fer not bein' a fighter." He raises a finger. "Well, lemme tell yeh, medicine is essential to everyone's health. If not fer people like me, where would the citizens be? Where would the general be?"

She looks him in the eye and says, "Sho y-do 'ave a shpine." She studies his expression. "If yeh're tempted ta punch someone, neever 'old back. But yeh should expect that individual ta counter, if not evade."

Argus weighs in, "Yeh can't fault either of us as I bin lookin' out fer 'im. Finnian's mind just works differently from whot yer expect. He olways prefers ta be with only me at places such as this."

Kokra approaches the general again. "There might be a competition of who is needed more. I've me reasons fer uniting me clan with Shara Mukta. I shtudied Shpotted Hyaenas of oll furs fer a reason, too."

Argus replies, "And I do not question yer judgment, Kokra. Besides, I olways assumed that you olready knew the responsibility of where money should go."

"And in this kind of place, that kind of worry can go away. Enjoy yershelf, General Octavius." She bows her head.

"You, too, Lady MacRhona."

The turquoise she-orc feels a little lighter, having done both kinds of business with her husband. She looks down at her right arm. Of the two bracelets, the one further from her wrist represents her marriage to the general. She looks up, going the same directions she went previously. She likes both of her husbands, but neither of them is the one that she loves with all her heart. Kokra has trusted that the staff would keep the hyaena entertained for that time.

Kokra knocks before opening the door to the chamber where she left her wife. There is a new scent in the chamber, and not just the possible refreshments. The she-orc looks to the four-poster bed, and there she finds the semi-obscure view of a tiger and a hyaena. They lay on the bed on their side, the tiger holding the hyaena from behind. Kokra, content, approaches the bed, commenting, "I wos right ta think that yeh were in good hands."

The tiger chuckles at that. Them being nude is a given. The fact that the tiger cuddles Muna is no surprise to Kokra, either. In silence, Kokra goes to the side that the hyaena faces. She sets her purse at the foot of the bed before kneeling in front of her wife.

Kokra slowly stretches out her arm, and rubs the hyaena's face. Muna coos at that. The she-orc asks, "Did yehr enjoy yershelf?" Muna nods, and then opens her eyes. Kokra adds, "Yeh need not shay; I olready know. Beshides, me talk with Argus did not go without pleasuring each other's bodies."

Muna says lowly, "Barose was good... at both massages and sex..."

Kokra replies, "I don' think lesh-a yeh fer that." She continues to the tiger, "Making agreements with the general 'as left me famished."

Taking the cue, the tiger gets up from the bed and stretches her body. Upon facing the she-orc after stretching her back, she asks, "Your preferred sandwich, My Lady?"

"And some o' yer finest ale."

"Happy to serve, My Lady." She waltzes out, swaying her hips as she does so, which Kokra watches. The she-orc then turns to her wife.

She asks, "Are yehr up ter another go?" Kokra does not even wait for an answer, for she climbs upon the bed and hovers above the hyaena. Muna cannot resist the look of the she-orc's smile, let alone her immense bosoms. Kokra pauses, for an idea formulates in the she-orc's head. She offers, "How would yeh like ta learn ta prove yershelf as more than a shervant?"

"What?" Muna asks, more awestruck than she is baffled. Before she can further question, the hyaena finds herself swept up from the bed. Supported by Kokra's beefy hands, Muna is on her knees suddenly, looking down at her wife's nude body. She feels arousal come upon her as she takes in every detail of the turquoise she-orc's muscles as well as her boobs and her crotch.

Without thinking, the hyaena leaves her mouth agape in awe at the display of the lady that would pummel her into bliss. She pants as she lifts her arm and licks her fingers. The she-orc watches patiently as the shy aristo soaks her own digits with her saliva. The hyaena then lowers her arm, bending forward. Her eyes on the crevice between the she-orc's legs, the hyaena draws her arm forward. With two fingers, she parts the folds. The lingering smell of sex on Kokra finds its way in Muna's nostrils. She wedges the two fingers into the crevice. She sways her fingers and parts them, getting the feel of the loose walls. She pulls her fingers out, only to slide three fingers inside. Hoping to re-arouse the she-orc, the hyaena turns her three extended fingers like a key in a lock.

That works, for Kokra moans in pleasure at the gesture. She breathes deeply as the hyaena keeps her fingers wedged into Kokra's clits and rotates in all directions, massaging the walls. Muna keeps it up and rubs as far as her fingers can reach. With her free hand, Muna squeezes Kokra's right buttock.

Eager to feel her everywhere, the hyaena ends her tantalisation and shifts toward her wife. She lifts Kokra's arms, guiding them where she wants Kokra's hands. Kokra's right hand is on both of Muna's cheeks, her left hand between Muna's breasts. She loves to feel so small in the she-orc's hands. She would love if Kokra's hands could cover her entire body.

Muna shifts her wife's right hand to between her legs, feeling aroused by the warmth between her legs. The hyaena dives toward Kokra's chest and buries her muzzle between the she-orc's bosoms. Both hands over the nips, Muna nuzzles between her wife's breasts. She knows how Kokra likes it, for Muna squeezes the nips, sensitive enough to make it all the more stimulating. Kokra moans louder this time. Music to Muna's ears. As Muna keeps it up, she feels like she could bend anywhere thanks to Kokra's finger in her vagina. As she sways her hips, Muna shifts aside, to lick and playfully bite Kokra's nip. After licking over each breast, Muna shifts backwards.

She dives toward the crevice between Kokra's legs again, and licks over it. She laps up what sweat has already built up, and then digs her tongue into Kokra's vulva. She licks repeatedly, going slightly deeper with each go. She expresses her eagerness, lapping Kokra up faster and faster. Only when the hyaena's tongue is as far as it can reach, she savours the taste of the she-orc insides. Muna feels like she could bury her tongue in Kokra's vagina all day. She moans as she suckles and licks.

Upon ceasing her kisses, the hyaena sits up straight, taking in her wife's body again. Having such a beefy lady as Kokra is more than enough to make Muna's people jealous of the lady. She caresses Kokra's midsection, hips, and buttocks as she shyly takes her time of preparation. Muna lifts her right leg and aligns her folds with Kokra's. She begins to rock, feeling something stir in her. Loins burning, the hyaena eases herself as she shows no sign of stopping.

Kokra smiles as she feels their vulvae rubbing together. With the support of her left leg, and holding onto Kokra's buns, Muna rocks back and forth. Now, their arousal rises. Still laying on her back, Kokra places her right hand upon Muna's hip and her left on Muna's breasts. Now, this is what Muna considers making love: the warm touches of the she-orc's large hands.

The pacing increases until Muna reaches the breaking point. She rocks her hips at the speed of a jackhammer, her nether regions getting hot and sensitive. The same can be said for the she-orc's. They both moan and breathe heavily, which is music to their ears. Then, Muna cannot take anymore. She yowls like her kind is known to as she climaxes.

With orgasm achieved, Muna collapses, panting. She shifts toward Kokra and lays on her side. The she-orc's arm wraps around her, to her contentment. Kokra looks down, glad. She leans down, to kiss the black mane on her crown of fur. Only a second later, Kokra rolls her eyes.

There the tiger is, large tray of food and two brass-tinted porcelain tankards in both hands. Kokra asks, "'Ow much did yeh watch, Barose?"

The tiger approaches, answering nonchalantly, "Only the last few seconds. I held back on your order for a reason."

Kokra comments, "I 'ope it is not poshible envy."

"A little, I suppose." Upon setting the tray on the table on the side where the she-orc lays, the tiger lowers the tankard from the tray. "Your wife told me little about herself, but I think she is fortunate to have you."

"And I am glad turravver."

Barose remarks, "I am but one of many tigers with whom orcs flirted because of appearances. I am thankful that you are not so shallow, My Lady."

"I never knew yeh'd feel attached."

"To you? Yes. You are, after all, my favourite patron. I might miss our little annual talks here. Even a decade from now, I doubt that I will stop pleasing you and other orcs."

Kokra suggests, "Mayhaps next year, you kin join me an' Muner in the Shensation Pool. I may need ta tolk Argus into joining, too, though. Then, when we tire out, we kin catch up."

Barose smiles at the hyaena and answers, "I will think about it. If you desire any other services, I can answer to it."

The hyaena sits up, propping an arm on Kokra's breast, and asks, "Is dare a place I can relieve myself?"

Barose answers, "Next to the stores." The hyaena gets up and dashes out. The tiger chuckles at that. Then, she walks to the door, swaying as she does so, expecting the she-orc to watch. And she is right.

Kokra sits with her legs folded, on the bed, tray in front of her. She chomps on a panini that she holds in her right hand and has a tankard of ale in her left hand. The only times she puts the sandwich down is when she takes celery sticks and munches on them. She only pauses in her eating when looking up at the hyaena entering the chamber again. She watches her wife re-approach the bed and sit next to her.

Muna comments, "You must 'ave been very hungry."

Kokra reminds her, "Both orcs and hyaenas can eat like there is no tomorrow." She adds nonchalantly, "The ale still 'azzits fizz." There is no answer bar a nod. So, Kokra reaches to the table to her left for the other tankard. She presents it to her wife, which she takes with both hands.

The hyaena samples the ale--and cringes. She already knows that the most potent booze that she's tasted can't intoxicate an orc enough to lose inhibitions. She comments, "Dat tiger is a nice woman." Kokra feels a little awkward at that. Noting the hesitation, Muna adds, "Are you sure you are not so close to her?"

Kokra turns her head. "She knows her place as an employee here. Even long before I wed Argus, I was a big patron of hers. 'Tis only customary ta shag an employee, not a mandate."

"So, it is purely sexual?"

"Barose will not deny even the shmollest request. Even shagging. Neither would other aides. They bring the refreshments and are professionally trained at massages. I like her, and she likes me. I treat 'er like a lover, but I never bin romantic with 'er."

The hyaena sips from her tankard again, showing the same cringe. "De irony of my approach is not lost on me."

"Yeh need not explain, Love. I olready know." She then changes the subject, presenting the untouched half of the large sandwich. "Try thish before I down it."

Muna hesitates, looking around. She sets her tankard on the table on the right of the bed, and then takes the sandwich. She takes a bite as large as the can, and chews on bread and a whack of meat. Kokra comments, "'Tis good, right?" Muna nods. She takes another bite of it, though not as large. She sets it down, and then picks up the tankard. Drinking from it, the ale tastes a little less bitter to her. Kokra lifts her arm, to ruffle the mane on Muna's crown, to her contentment.

After chewing up a mouthful of bread and meat, Kokra speaks, "I've not told you enough about me marriage to Argus." She waits as Muna chews on a celery stick, and then the hyaena gnaws on the meat of the sandwich. "Women are as valuable to us orcs as they are ta you hyaenas. As the men are natural born and frequently trained warriors, there've bin questions on where the women fit in. With time, the women would be conshidered th-brains. Sho, each clan would rely upon a woman to lead. Where I come from, each army would be under a woman's leadership, just like each 'oush follows matriarchy."

"Sounds like what you said when you proposed to me."

Kokra chews up another mouthful before she continues, "I admire the acts o' yer leadaship. But there is more to us than that. See, as women are rare among us orcs, 'tis no sherprise that the men love men. Sho, we women love women."

"So, your breeding is a business deal as much as marriage?"

"Preshisely. And I 'ave carried three children that I would not raise."

Now, that astonishes the hyaena, staring up at Kokra with wide eyes and mouth agape. She keeps eating and drinks the ale. Kokra adds, "I don' blame yeh fer the 'esitation. 'Tis a delicate way o' things, but I find it the best fer us orcs given our situations. I 'ave six half-brothers and one full sister, oll born of business fer the clans. Unlike you, me sister and I would know only a mother's love."

The hyaena comments, "Either you are smarter den men or everyone else underestimates orcs."

Kokra replies, "Some enemies 'ave underestimated the armies o' Slaodadh Daraich."

"And we hyaenas are only vicious when we want to be." To break that disbelief, she gnaws on the meat of the sandwich, like she has been doing. True to what she once told Kokra, however, she feels like she could eat it all, as evident by how far she got.

Kokra raises her tankard, facing her wife, and says, "Ter ush. Aonachd tro ghaoil."

Muna holds her tankard with both hands, and manages to clink it with Kokra's. Then, they each drink the ale. It is much more than Muna can handle as she barely has drunken half of its contents when Kokra downs hers, and when the panini and sticks are only strings and crumbs.

Not wanting the ale to be wasted, Kokra finishes Muna's tankard before she suggests, "Now, let us do woat bathhouses are meant for." Nervous as Muna is again about other orcs seeing her nude, her compliance is evident to that she holds Kokra's hand as they step out of the chamber.

The couple are met by erratic waves of steam. Yet again, several orcs and furs stop and stare at the turquoise she-orc and the sand-tinted hyaena. Kokra thought of letting the others stare, but she looks down at her wife, smiling. The hyaena nuzzles into the she-orc's arm. This somewhat eases her, for she feels safe with Kokra.

They still hold hands as Kokra steps from the ledge of the mechanical hot spring. From the ridge is three steps, each one a third of a metre apart. The series of steps border the whole area in the floor. Upon going down two steps, Kokra turns around and presents her free hand, now giving everyone in the water a good view of her breasts or her vulva and breasts, though a few are interested in the tattoo on her shoulder, a symbol looking foreign to them.

The hyaena gladly takes the she-orc's left hand and goes down the first step--only to stumble, but Kokra catches her as quickly with her arm. They both smile at that mishap leading to affection. The she-orc then lowers her wife, so that her feet can touch the floor. Just the warm water on her feet relaxes her. The she-orc sits down at the third step and pulls the hyaena close to her. She just has her head above the surface when sitting on her wife's lap and they embrace each other. The she-orc can make out a few groans of disappointment from her right, not that she minded.

Kokra states, "The water constantly flows in and out, to refresh the pool. Even in here, couples have sex. Fret not: I dinna sugges' thish ta do yehr in frunna these people."

Muna has no words. She answers only with a nuzzle to Kokra's chin and neck. She keeps it up for a short while before she pulls away. She uses that moment to submerse her head in the water. Three seconds later, she re-emerges, energised by the warm water having held her breath. The she-orc does the same, but gets off the third step submerge. She rises back up five seconds later. On each pillar is attached saucers with cleanser dispensers, and hooks with scrubbers.

Kokra tells the hyaena, "Stand up." The hyaena obeys. A split-second later, she has a handful of soap made for the body. She rubs her hands together and begins massaging her wife's crown, followed by the rest of her face. Kokra works her way down, lathering her shoulders, then her arms, then her breasts and midsection. She says, "Turn around." The hyaena obeys. The she-orc continues by lathering her back, then her buttocks--even rubbing her clits for a split-second--and then her legs. Utilising a stringed loofah sponge, Kokra begins scrubbing the hyaena's back and shoulders, repeatedly soaking it to rinse the cleanser out of Muna's fur. Muna feels the roughness of the sponge even through her fur.

After a thorough rinse, she realises that it is Kokra's turn. She takes the loofah--only for Kokra to lather herself in two handfuls of liquid soap. Muna watches her wife rub her arms against her body from behind, and gets distracted by staring at her rock-like buttocks. Muna has to be snapped out of it, for Kokra speaks, "Ken yeh do me back?" Muna pumps two heaping handfuls from the dispenser and rubs in a zigzag pattern to get all over her back and her rear end. She even rubs Kokra's clits like she did, making her chuckle lowly. Kokra then lathes her legs, even her feet.

Muna starts with the shoulder blades and proceeds in a zigzag pattern, remembering to continually dampen. Kokra loves the feeling of the rough material on her skin. As much as Kokra considers objecting, she lets Muna scrub down her legs. When that is done, Kokra turns around, presenting a hand. Muna hands over the loofah, and Kokra scrubs the rest of her body. She deliberately goes slow, to put on a show for Muna, who takes in the lines of the large muscles. Both women end up putting on a show for others just there to watch. Kokra thinks, Let the men pleasure themselves to this.

A second after thoroughly rinsing off, Kokra sits back down, and slowly pulls the hyaena close with one arm. They both love the warm feeling of being so close together. Kokra grins to her wife--only to look up at the several men around them, orcs and furs alike. Grey, green, and blue orcs, along with leopards, tigers, and wolves sit or lay back in the warm water.

Kokra orates, "Stare oll yeh want, 'ornbolls. I'll come 'ere only once each year, as will me wife 'ere. Whotever yeh think of me wife, and me fer choosin' er over another she-orc, I could not care less. But I care about whot yeh think of her. She is an esteemed lady; she is not some common whore. She, among many Spotted Hyaenas, is a revered aristo, like I am. I married 'er out o' love. So, treat 'er with respect. Surely, the rest o' yeh wed fer love. Respect other hyaenas, too, fer even they are civilised and 'ave laws."

Muna weighs in, "You need only head south, to find us among deserts and oases. My wife considers me and herself mirror reflections of each other. She was not one to look into our traditions about sex and schmooze her way into being an honourary member. Kokra studied my clan, to see if we are like our reputation indicates. She knows me and my clan to have civilisations and laws, and to be survivors. Like you, de men from my place make for great soldiers, but we hyaenas have other skills dat one would expect. Also like Kokra, I am a house matriarch, and a damn good one at dat." She narrows her eyes at one particular grey orc staring down at her, who quickly looks aside.

A blue orc comments, "Yeh mus' make fer good relations between orc and hyaenas back 'ome."

Silence. Then, the couples return to what conversations they might have already had before Kokra's speech.

The turquoise she-orc looks down at her wife tenderly. She cups Muna's chin and leans forward, to kiss her. The hyaena kisses Kokra back, leading to them exchanging kisses as if they are in a power struggle. Kokra wouldn't care if Muna wins said power struggle. Right now, all that she wants for the rest of their stay in the bathhouse to be a good one. That can be done. Kokra lays back, both arms around the hyaena sitting on her lap, nuzzling her.