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The fire burned a bit longer as the four of them spoke. The decision to go west, to the goblin port city was made, they'd head into the city in the morning, try to catch the first boat they could. Which meant getting up earlier than usual.

They wouldn't have time for the usual morning shenanigans, or even a bath before they had to make for town. Not to mention, what about their horse and wagon, was that something they could bring with them as well? Gurak wasn't sure and grunted softly.

"So, what're we gonna do about the horses and wagon?" He finally asks after a few moments. The trio looked at Gurak and seemed thoughtful.

"Well, we could sell the horses to the fella you bought the other one from. Or we could try to take them with us." Zamdor said. "I dunno how well that the horses would take to boat travel, however."

Rulu chimed in after that. "Or, if you didn't want to go by boat, it's about two weeks' travel to the west by road." The lizardman rumbled out as he watched the orc. "If time isn't a factor, we could just go at a comfortable pace. We have more than enough food and, I imagine whoever is hunting for you would anticipate you going by boat, it's the quickest way to get somewhere, so they'd likely be looking for you there. Regardless though, it'd make sense they'd be watching all the port cities looking for you."

Gurak nods and taps his chin. "Well, by land sounds the safer route. And it gives us more....quality time." He rumbles out and grins at the others. Zamdor blushes just a little, Rulu grins and Wukin turns his head, a little embarrassed.

The orc laughs. "Speaking of. I think I'll turn in a bit early tonight. I'm feeling pretty tired after everything." The others nodded in agreement. They cleaned up the camp, set up the stone enclosure for them to sleep in, and got the bedding put in place.

Before they laid down though, Gurak pulled Zamdor aside gently. "So, I have a question." He rumbles out, looking at the stone structure. "Do you have to maintain that, or, if you cut off the magic, does it fall apart?"

Zamdor shakes his head. "Stone isn't like fire. I don't need to supply it with magic constantly for it to function. Once it's taken shape and it's not about to fall apart because it's too thin, or too heavy, whatever, it stays. I could leave stone enclosures like this all over the place, I just break the stone back down and put it back into the earth. Don't wanna mess up anything out here. Put it back as best I can manage, ya know?" The orc's curiosity was satisfied quickly enough.

The orc nods and smiles. The pair then got into the enclosure, and settled down, his arms around both Rulu and Zamdor. Wukin lying near the top of their heads again, the orc giving each a gentle kiss as he admires them.

They drifted off to sleep, with the safety of both Rulu and Zamdor's wind barriers surrounding them, the stone protecting them, as well as the relative safety of being together.

Gurak's dreams were warm and pleasant. The scenarios were peaceful, unfolding in a way that all four of them lived together on a small farm. Zamdor took care of the crops. Rulu and Wukin cared for the animals, and Gurak himself was taking care of the three who helped him. The three of them relied on him, as much as he relied on them.

Warmth embraced him fully, completely. Then a bit of pleasure, his body shuddered. Warmth engulfed him, but it was focused mainly around his groin...

The orc opened an eye and noticed Rulu had his mouth down around his dick now. He blushed and watched him. His hand came down to stroke the lizardman's head gently, stroking it gently. He looked to Zamdor, who was watching all this go on. His hand rubs the orc's chest slowly as he huffs and sniffs at the orc's body.

Gurak lets out a soft moan and rocks his hips forward, giving Rulu every inch. Zamdor huffs and chuckles. His hand moved from the orcs stomach to his bull dick stroking it and smearing his pre all over the orcs thigh.

Gurak turns slightly kisses Zamdor on the lips and rumbles out. "What do my handsome men feel like doing this morning?"

Rulu rumbles out something but then shrugs. Bobbing his head slowly. Zamdor rumbles into his ear, his hand stroking his bull dick slowly. "I don't much mind. If we're traveling by road for the next couple weeks, we'll have plenty of time to do whatever we want every morning." The bull's hand moves from his length to the orc's thigh where he rubs gently. "What do you want, my sweet orc?"

Gurak blushes and shrugs. "I don't mind either. I'm just happy to be with you both." He then looks upward, at where Wukin was sleeping. "How about you Wukin, feel up for trying anything?"

The monkey's face was mostly hidden, the bedroll pulled up and over to hide his face. "I uh....I mean...I'd do whatever you asked of me." The monkey almost squeaks out shyly. "But, I'd like to....just...feel stuff..." He rumbles out.

Gurak grins and nods. He pats Rulu's head gently, the lizardman pulling away after that, licking his lips. He hadn't got his reward, but he'd enjoyed himself all the same. Gurak sat up on his knees and turned to face Wukin, he motioned for the monkey to come closer.

Wukin slowly climbed out of his bedroll and moved over closer. He was hard as could be. Gurak pulled him in close, so their chests were touching. His hands moved over the monkey's body, who shuddered at first, but soon adjusted to the feeling. The orc's hands moved down to squeeze his rump and carefully cup his simian length. Giving it a squeeze and a stroke.

Wukin leans his head forward, resting it on the orc's shoulder, and moans softly. "F...fuck." The monkey moans out. Gurak laughs softly and nods, nuzzling the simian gently.

"I could, if that's what you wanted." His hand on that rump squeezes it. "Or I can focus on this side." He whispers, kissing along the monkey's neck tenderly. "You're still figuring this out. So we're gonna do what you want." Gurak rumbles out quietly, chuckling. "We can go as slow as you want to. And I'll stop the moment you ask me to."

Zamdor scooted around behind the pair and was with Rulu. The lizardman wasted no time and moved in to start suckling on that bull dick. The old bull wasn't gonna turn down the attention. His free hand rubs Gurak's back as he rumbles softly.

The orc grins and strokes Wukin slowly, making the monkey moan and thrust into his hand. Gurak rumbles and looks to Rulu and Zamdor, then squeezes Wukin gently in his hand. The monkey shaft was leaking pre-cum eagerly.

Gurak looked to Rulu and rumbled softly. "I know you're enjoying the bull. But think you'd like to give the monkey a taste?" Rulu suckles nice and slow, before pulling back and looking to the pair. He nods, and scoots in closer. Gurak inches backward and rubs the monkey's back as Rulu gets in closer and slowly envelops Wukin's arousal.

The monkey groaned louder than he ever had before. Making Zamdor and Gurak's dicks twitch at the sound of pleasure. A thick dollop of pre escaping Zamdor's dick as his cock twitched. It was hard not to get excited hearing him enjoy himself. Zamdor and Gurak leaned against one another, stroking each other affectionately.

The orc chuckles softly, watching the pair. Wukin's hands were against his chest, desperate to find something to hold onto that wasn't intrusive to the lizardman's movements, while Rulu went to town on his length. The monkey's excitement was palpable, everyone in the room felt it.

However, it wasn't long before Wukin started to grunt and thrust into Rulu's maw. The more experienced lizardman grinned, knowing the monkey must be getting closer, and only redoubled his efforts, working his maw faster, suckling harder.

The pair, stroking each other were huffing and moaning too. Their hands pumping one another rapidly, Wukin was the first to let out a groan and unload into that lizardman maw. The monkey's moans turned to soft hoots, and hearing the simian cum only roused the other two even more.

The bull gave up his load next. Starting to grunt and huff. Rulu heard it and suckled Wukin a moment longer before he moved quickly and engulfed the bull's dick. Pushing Gurak's hand away in the process and the bull let out a loud bellow at the sudden warmth and wetness around his dick, he fired off his load almost immediately, down that cum hungry maw. Seeing Zamdor and Wukin cum so verbally got the orc's arousal going and with the bull stroking him, he thrust forward as his load erupted across Rulu's shoulder and back, the lizardman too busy draining Zamdor to catch the orc's load as well.

The trio, now thoroughly drained slumped back. Rulu sat up on his knees and started stroking himself rapidly, eager for his release.

Wukin noticed this and, taking a bit of initiative moved in and returned the favor to the lizardman. Pushing his soft, warm monkey lips around the lizardman's length and taking him to the hilt, bobbing his head slowly and using his tongue as much as he could. He was inexperienced, but Rulu didn't seem to care, as he was moaning in pleasure all the same. Rulu's orgasm finally hit a few moments later, the water lizardman cum flooding the monkey's maw rather suddenly, making Wukin cough and gag in surprise. He pulled back, catching a streak of it across his face, and doing his best to swallow what was in his mouth.

Rulu slumped back, flat on his back, panting. Zamdor and Gurak leaned against one another panting, and Wukin was doing his best to get the strange new taste out of his mouth. After a few moments, they set about cleaning up like they always did. Getting the cum stains out of the bedroll with water magic, then tossing the mess aside, forgotten, while the bedroll itself was clean once more.

The bathtub was built up and filled, then warmed like usual. The four of them, now much more

used to one another cuddled up in the warm water and held each other. None too shy to be around the others naked now.

Wukin was the first to speak up. "T-thank you for letting me fool around with you guys and just...be here in general."

Gurak shook his head softly. "We're happy to have you. You are really smart and bring a lot to the table. We'd have waited another day or two before even thinking about checking the boat schedules I bet. You're steps ahead of us in terms of planning."

The monkey laughs and blushes. "It's just how I was trained. Information is the most valuable weapon in your armory. The more you know the easier the victory you can expect to achieve." The monkey rumbles out.

Gurak nods. "Sounds like something Sun Tzu would say." He rumbles and chuckles.

The three look at him confused, and he laughs. "Oh uh...tactician, from back home." He wasn't going to go into the specifics of the art of war, he hadn't even told Wukin the truth of his origins yet. But he felt he'd need to soon. Not because he was obligated, by any means, but, because it'd be good to be wholly open and honest with his companion.

Rulu tugged on Gurak's arm a second and pulled him aside. "Why don't we just use the...shadow thing Wukin does, to get there faster?" Gurak scratched his head, he hadn't considered that.

"Hey Wukin, can you use your shadow teleportation thing and just pop us over there?"

Wukin shakes his head slowly. "I can't transport a lot with me. I could take one person, maybe two if I pushed myself. But all three of us, and two horses with a wagon? I wouldn't have the strength for it. It's mostly for myself and a captive if I have to. But primarily a means for my transportation."

Rulu nods and hugs in against Gurak, who hugs him in return. The two snuggle a bit longer, as the lizardman was feeling the need for affection and the orc didn't mind giving it to him. He loved all of his companions, after all. The two held each other a few moments, while Zamdor and Wukin washed themselves in the water.

After the baths were complete. Gurak went about making breakfast while the others packed up the camp to get ready to leave afterward. The orc tried to make crepes, he had flour, eggs, and oil, however, it wasn't coming together all that well, it wasn't easy and they were a little thicker than what he wanted, but they came out okay. He stuffed them with sausage and egg, so it was more akin to a breakfast burrito than a crepe proper, but it was still rather delicious. Though no skills activated this time and 'well-fed' had since ended before they'd gone to bed.

After breakfast, they put out the fire, Gurak turned to Wukin and pulled out a piece of paper. He'd had Zamdor write down what he had learned from his experiments the day before. Using a cryst in a weapon could change the magical affinity it had. So one could, in theory, have 2 enchantments upon a weapon. If Darion put a cryst in an item that was enchanted, it should, in theory, exhibit 2 enchantments when mana was poured into it. He'd had Zamdor write it all down in detail since the orc didn't know how to write, or read really. "Can you take this to Darion, the wolf guy enchanter who let us stay at his place? I promised I'd share anything I discovered with him. You can pop in and out of town the fastest."

Wukin nodded his head taking the paper and slipping into the shadow behind the wagon, he was only gone maybe a minute at most, before he was back. "I slipped the letter under his door so that they would find it when they awoke. I didn't want to trespass in their home." The monkey said. Gurak nodded in agreement, that seemed the best course of action.

After that, they packed up everything else and started down the road. Rather then towards Whetstin, towards the west. The road seemingly went on endlessly in that direction. There were mountains to the north, the ocean to the south, and forests interspersed all in between.

Gurak focused on the road in front of him, chatting with his companions about whatever came to mind. Despite being very curious, no one wanted to delve too deeply into Wukin's past. It was surely fraught with sadness and death. While they all wanted to know more about him, they also didn't want to dredge up any bad memories for the new team member.

Even though he didn't want to dredge up any bad memories for the monkey, he felt it was important to share his secret, they'd have plenty of time on the road ahead to talk about it too. As they headed down the road, Gurak spoke up.

"Hey, Wukin. sit up here with me for a moment. I've already told the other two about this, but I haven't had the chance till now to share my story with you. About where I am from." He patted the front seat, the other two, taking the hint and climbing into the back of the wagon to let the pair talk, in relative privacy.

Wukin nodded a bit. "You're from the orc settlement to the mid-east, aren't you?" The monkey interjects as he sits beside the orc.

Gurak nods his head softly. "I am, however, it's a bit more than that." Gurak rumbles out and smiles at Wukin. He then went on to explain who he 'really' was. A human named Gregory Kane worked in a library, his life was mostly uneventful and devoid of most kinds of joy.

To his credit, Wukin took it all in stride. He didn't seem overly shocked by the revelation of who Gurak was. Wukin only spoke up now and then to ask a question. Wukin mostly listened, till the orc was done explaining.

Wukin nodded gently. "I kind of figured it out." He said simply enough. Gurak's face was one of confusion.

"How so?" Gurak asked as the wagon headed down the road.

"Your odd way of doing things. How you carried yourself. Your odd, but effective ideas. Clever like a goblin, strong like an orc, knowledge of plants like an elf, but can adapt quickly, like a beastfolk." The monkey said softly. "You were too smart to be barely eighteen. Your wisdom exceeded your years. Granted, it was only a theory I had. From observing you for the few days I did."

Wukin waited a moment before speaking up. "Darion, that wolf you met. He was the same too, wasn't he?" Wukin said after watching the orc a moment. Rulu and Zamdor perked up behind them.

Gurak nodded his head slightly. "He is. He mentioned something from home, an analogy and I understood it immediately. It got us to talking. We didn't know each other, back on Earth, but, we were from the same place at least."

The monkey nods and turns back to the road. "I'm a little envious, of having a place you called home like that." The monkey's eyes seem to wax over as he stares off into the distance.

Gurak frowned just a little, he put his arm around the monkey gently. Squeezing the simian to his side. "You do though. It just took you a few years, before you found a place to call home." He leans in, kissing the side of the monkey's face and smiling at him. Wukin's face turned red, and a blue glow overtook him.

Gurak had observed this several times now. If he had to guess, he'd say it was something like a boost in affection. The more he spent time with folks and their affection for him grew, the more times they'd glow blue.

Perhaps it was like a meter, and it filled up over time. When it was full, the blue glow overtook the person, showing an increase in their affection for him. The pair sat in front of the wagon as they traveled. His arm around the monkey protectively.

The road was long and days felt like they lasted even longer. The pace wasn't hard, nor quick. He didn't want to tire the horses. They'd travel a few hours, stop, let the horses rest, feed them, and give them water, especially now that they had a source of water. As well as just walking around and exercising their bodies after riding for so long.

Gurak couldn't help the feeling something was following them. He couldn't see anyone back there, but, this feeling in the back of his mind kept him looking over his shoulder. It got to the point that Gurak leaned against Wukin and spoke of his concerns. "Wukin. I get the feeling something is following us. Can you keep an eye on the road behind us?"

The monkey nodded his head softly and, the next time they stopped, he patted Gurak on the shoulder and slipped behind a tree, disappearing into its shadow completely. Zamdor and Rulu went about their normal routine. When they got back on the wagon, Zamdor and Rulu looked to Gurak, he nodded and looked to the road, speaking very softly. "I know, he's checking something." Are all Gurak whispers, before the wagon sets back down the road

It was maybe an hour later that a loud racket from behind the trio got Gurak to stop, and the three-headed back to see what the noise was all about.

Tied up was a figure in a cloak, not too uncommon for them to encounter much anymore, with Wukin sitting on the person's back. "Found who was tracking us. Dunno them though." He stood up and helped the person stand up. He pulled the cloak down off the person's head and.....Gurak didn't recognize them.

It was a few moments of them staring at the individual before they even spoke up. It was an elf, with long blond hair, pointed ears, and soft feminine features. The elf didn't speak at all for some time. Though after a while he watched Gurak and spoke up. "I want to speak to him." Is all the elf said in common?

Gurak looked to the others and nodded his head. "It's okay guys. Head back to the wagon. I'll talk to him and let him go."

Wukin nodded and patted the orcs shoulder. "I'll keep watch." He states and all three head back up the road.

Now that the two were alone. Gurak untied the elf, who immediately hugged the orc, a blue glow emanated off the elf again, and immediately the orc recognized him. "You were one of the slavers..."

The elf nods his head. "I was. I turned on them and told the knights everything about them, 'cause I thought you'd like it if I did." The elf's eyes are full of devotion, and love, his eyes looking deeply into the orc's own. Gurak was confused, but not upset. His hands resting at his sides as he watches the elf curiously.

"What can I help you with?" He asks the elf.

The elf tilts his head. "I...I wanted to be with you. I escaped from Vrose. I've been trying to find you ever since. It's been very difficult. Everyone is very unkind. Not like you. You are so kind, so loving, so generous." He smiles, almost fanatical in his expression. "Everywhere I went, stories of you. Your kindness, your strength. I met the restaurant dwarves, the enchanter, the orcs back in the village that you met. Even that monkey guy, he talked about how wonderful you were too!"

Gurak blushed, just a little. "Well uh, thanks. But you should head home. Okay? Don't get tied up in crime anymore. Go home and live a good life. Okay?" He patted the elf's shoulder, and another wave of blue came off the guy. Gurak hoped the elf would go on to live a good life.

The elf nods. "Sure, sure. My name is Orym. I just wanted to thank you and see you. You changed my life. I'll uh, yeah I'll head home." The elf said. Gurak got the feeling he wasn't wholly honest, but he gave the elf's shoulder a light squeeze.

"Just stay out of trouble, okay? You got a second chance, go live your life and make it a good one. Yeah?" Orym nodded and smiled big and happy.

"Yes sir." The elf said with a smile.

Gurak smiled back. "I'm gonna head back to my wagon, we're gonna get back to our adventure. You take care, okay?"

The elf nods and smiles. Gurak turns and heads back to the wagon. The elf stayed back and they waved before Gurak started down the road once more. Wukin was the first to speak up. "He was very interested in you." The monkey said.

Gurak nods as they head down the road. "Yeah, we ran into him back in the first human town I visited. He worked for slavers, or was he a slaver? I dunno. But he turned over a new leaf so to speak. He escaped and I convinced him to go back home and live a good life, I hope so, anyway."

The others nodded and smiled. Rulu spoke up. "Is he the one you saved?" The orc nodded his head softly.

"Yeah. The one falling off the building. That's him. His name is Orym. He seemed a good guy. I hope he keeps on this path of redemption. It'd make me happy to see him in the future, as a good person."

The orc felt a chill down his spine, however, like something was still wrong, so he raised his concerns with his group. "I still feel like something is following us. Keep an eye on the road behind us, will ya Wukin?" The monkey nods his head, keeping his back against where Gurak and the others sat, looking directly at the road behind them.

Orym turned and headed back towards Whetstin. Soon disappearing from view entirely. The group continued down the road and they kept up a good pace. Days went by. Gurak cooked, and they shared mornings as usual. Wukin was always just close enough to be a little engaged in the morning fun, but never so far as to do much beyond what he had. Whenever the option for him arose, he stuck closest to Gurak. For both intimacy and affection in

general.

The days passed with no challenge, or concern, at least a week of nothing but peace.

About 11 days into the trip. The lurking feeling of being watched hadn't gone away. Wukin remained on the lookout, both setting up magical viewpoints to watch anyone following them, but also sitting so he could keep an eye on everything behind them, to keep an eye on that nagging feeling Gurak had.

They traveled still, onto the 9th day, today especially, the nagging feeling was intense. To the north was a bit of a mountain range, Wukin said just past the mountains, several days' journey, past, was the capital. To the south ever remained the coastline. Sometimes it was rocky and jagged other times it was smooth and relaxing like a beach. Today, was one such day.

Gurak got an idea and looked to his companions. "How do you guys feel about spending the day at the beach?" The orc looked to the three.

Zamdor tilted his head slightly. "For what purpose?" He asked.

The orc smiled back. "It's an old trope, back home. Uh, there will be a compelling story and then it'll just stop everything for a day at the beach so everyone can pretend to unwind for a little while." The orc said after a few seconds.

Wukin was the first to speak up. "It seems unwise. There is little protection. The fields of attack are wide, and there's the chance of merfolk attacking."

Gurak squinted. "Mer...folk? Is that why people don't go to the beach? I noticed it wasn't a thing here."

The other three nodded. "Fairly common knowledge in most places. But, only fortified port cities are really in a position to entertain any kind of aquatic merriment."

The orc grumbles softly. "So, no beach day?" He asked.

The three looked at Gurak and noticed how much it seemingly meant to him.

They, after some internal debate acquiesced. "We'll need to remain vigilant. Horses stay further from the ocean, as they'd be prime targets. But we can.....have a beach day." The bull finally said.

Gurak grinned big as can be. He turned the wagon slightly and pulled it up along the edge of the beach. Zamdor created a stone fence around the horses after they were unhitched and they set about setting up camp mid-day for the proposed festivities.

Zamdor set up a fire pit, it was much harder with the sand, as it wasn't very cooperative with his normal earth magic expertise. After some work, though he finally got a working fire pit, Gurak had the fire going and they set about making a small lunch. Gurak made just enough to keep them held over. Bellies are not quite full, but full enough to not complain. After that, he and the others focused on having fun at the beach. As much as they could, with an eye on the ocean at all times. Mostly, they spent the day relaxing and enjoying the end-of-summer temperatures. It wasn't quite cooling down yet, but it was slowly decreasing.

As much as they wanted to, putting up a stone barricade wasn't going to work, nor would ice in the long term. Doing so could very likely instigate ire from the merfolk if they saw it.

They didn't play in the ocean, as the others were just too nervous about doing it, but Gurak had them do other things, like trying to build a sand castle, without a plastic bucket to use as a template or magic. It didn't work out well, but it was a fun experience for the most part. They spent hours doing various things on the beach, though none of them were intimate, truthfully. Merely wholesome fun and pleasant, building bonds between the four of them.

After a few hours, Gurak set about making dinner. The sun wasn't quite low but it was getting there, and the orc wanted a special dinner tonight. So he set up a rotisserie above the fire, as well as a pan just off to the side with vegetables in it. He knew Zamdor wasn't keen on meat, he'd never said anything, but he'd noticed that Zamdor didn't eat much meat when it was offered. But he ate more than double that in vegetables.

The food sizzled wonderfully with vegetables in the pan and meat over the fire. The smells of the stuff filled the area and made their mouths water, Gurak included.

While he was tending to the meat, rotating it slowly so the meat got heated evenly, he heard something in the water. He turned his head, expecting to see Rulu or Wukin splashing in the water like kids, but he met the sight of a weird-looking fishmen. Two looked like anthropomorphic men, with fish heads, gills, and fins. The third one, the largest and likely the leader if the orc had to guess, looked more shark-like. With a narrow head, bigger mouth, and teeth visible. He truly looked like a dangerous opponent with the features he had.

Gurak was ready to strike, but they didn't rush and attack. They looked inquisitive.

Gurak spoke up first. "Everyone, stay calm." He rumbles out softly. The others were at the ready, hands on their weapons and spells prepared in their mind to cast. He then shaves off some strips of meat, a few strips for each of the merfolk. He carefully disarmed, setting everything down and taking the meat with him only.

The others grumbled quietly. But Gurak up his hand up to shush them. He walked over slowly. Strips of seared meat on a strip of wood, it was all they had. Metal was used mostly for cooking, not cooling. The orc brings it over to them. There were only three of them. The orc gestures to the food in his hand and then lifts a piece, biting it and chewing it to show them it is safe to eat.

The three approached slowly. Spears are still in their hands. The first, the one wearing the most shells around his neck, took a piece. Retreated a few steps before cautiously taking a bite of it. His expression was elated when he tasted it. Then the other two came and took a piece each as well. All three seemingly enjoying the food.

Gurak looks at them and smiles. Bowing his head slightly. He motions for them to come over. They cautiously come closer. He shows them the meat and the fire as well as what he's doing. Cutting off strips and taking a bit from one before offering them.

The merfolk gobble them up eagerly, greedily almost. Each of the merfolk gave off a blue glow about them. The orc's kindness had an effect. Gurak smiled at this, his companion's all of whom were at the ready to fight. The orc rumbles out. "Peace first." He states with a soft smile. "What if all this time they were only curious and it was mistaken as aggression?"

The others sat back, on the other side of the fire but nodded.

Gurak turns to the merfolk and smiles. He offers them more meat as it is cooked. The trio of them took it and ate it. Doing so for a few moments, before one gurgled something out. The other two looked to the ocean.

Gurak glanced over as well, he saw a light, miles out, under the water. Something was happening out in the ocean, but it was beyond what he had the power to do anything about. The three merfolk looked at them and bowed slightly Causing the orc to smile. He bows in return and slices off a few more strips of meat, offering it to them before they depart with it.

It was entirely likely the water of the ocean would affect the taste of the meat, but it wasn't something he could do anything about either. As they sat around the fire and three merfolk disappeared back into the ocean, Gurak wondered what was happening in other parts of the world, secrets, meetings, all sorts of things happening in places he'd never be privy to, secrets he'd never learn.

Zamdor was first to exhale and sigh in relief. "Gurak, you damn fool." The orc turns to look at the bull. Despite his words, the bull was smiling. "I've never, in all my years heard of anyone encountering merfolk and it not leading to bloodshed." He puts a hand on his chest. "I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest."

The orc laughs and shakes his head. "They were curious. I didn't feel any malicious intent behind them. They just wanted to see what we were doing. It looked like something out in the water was causing trouble though." He points out to the ocean, the light is gone now, however. He sighed, unable to show anyone else.

"I dunno what hardships they face, but I wish them all the best of luck." The orc rumbles out before he turns back to cooking. He'd given up almost half the meat he was cooking on the rotisserie he'd haphazardly constructed. He took another slab of meat skewered them side by side and rotated them slowly. The dinner was going to be a bit bigger now.

Dusk was setting, and dinner was almost done. He focused on the meal and made sure to double-check everything before he called everyone over. They dug into the meal excitedly, having smelled the meal cooking for almost an hour at this point, and watching the merfolk make off with almost half of the meat made them a little sad, but Gurak made sure to replace what had been given away so that they wouldn't do without. He had more than enough of everything he needed.

Once the meal was complete, they started to eat. Bowls of wood, plates too, everything they ate off of was wooden, with their utensils made of metal. The four of them ate quietly. Not because they weren't in the mood to speak, but because the food took precedence. After dinner, everything was cleaned up like normal. They didn't use the ocean water to clean anything, Rulu asked about it, but Gurak said he didn't want to disrespect the waters there. It might have been something sacred to the merfolk.

The lizardman nodded softly and used the urn of endless water instead. After dinner, they cleaned up their place around the beach and went back up the hill, nearer the road, where they set up the bedding for everyone. They slept like normal. A stone enclosure around them. Fire at the entrance to keep them warm. It was shaping up to be a normal evening.

Hours later, usually, the sounds of birds chirping and everything associated with it woke the orc. However, it was dead silent outside. Gurak didn't think anything of it at the time. Rulu had his hand under the bedroll. Touching the orc. He laughs and leans in, kissing the lizardman gently. Then he heard something...odd. Loud wings beating hard and fast. The orc jumped up and shouted in alarm. "We're under attack. From the sky."

The others jumped up suddenly, the thought of intimacy lost as Gurak extinguished the fire at the entrance and ran out of the stone enclosure to catch sight of a griffin coming down to grab one of their horses. The orc snarled. "Not this day!" He unclasped his axe, and took the axe heads, lobbing both rapidly in the beast's direction, both missed and the creature was getting out of range.

Rulu and Zamdor were out of the enclosure quickly. There was a second griffin descending toward the other equine. The two of them, almost in unison chanted. "Blessing of wind, divine blade of Anamabe, fly and sever the beast attacking. Windblade!" Two streaks of wind launched, one from Rulu and one from Zamdor, the first catching the beast in the shoulder and taking out the wing, the second, Zamdor's cut straight into the beast's neck and chest, leaving a severe wound, the beast plummeted and impacted the sand mere feet from the equines enclosure, but at least the other horse was safe.

Wukin jumped out and looked up. He slipped back into the shadow of the enclosure and in the next second, he was atop the horse's back, climbing out of the shadow the griffin cast upon the equine's back. His hand pressed up to the griffin's chest. "Blessing of wind, divine blades of Anemabe, cut a path through my enemy, let your blade cleave through everything! Galeslicer!" With his hand directly against the griffin's chest, the blades of wind, multiple of them formed inside of the poor beast, cutting the creature nearly in half, but more than enough to take it out.

Wukin was now in freefall, however. The horse, bleeding profusely from the claw wounds in its body just beneath him. Wukin put his hand on the equine now and focused. "Blessing of wind, protection of Anamabe, cushion our fall, let the earth do no more harm than as if we were feathers. Aero Cushion." The wind suddenly swirled beneath the two of them as they plummeted, but the closer they came to the ground the easier their descent, till they were on the ground safely. The horse collapsed from the wounds. Gurak was there as fast as possible, his hands on the equine.

"Don't give up buddy. You've been with us the whole way. I won't give up on you." His hands pressed firmly, blood oozing out as he focused intently. "Blessing of light, healing of Byasa, close this kind beast's wounds, let his pain be washed away, save my friend. Area Mend!" Light swelled outward and not just the stallion, but the griffin was healed as well, since it was within the range of the spell. It was still quite wounded. But not dead.

Wukin made short work of it, before the beast could even get up to try to fly off and pick off some other poor creature, Wukin's daggers found purchase in the beast's neck. Letting out a gurgle of defiance, the creature thrashed a few moments before falling to the ground.

Gurak checked over the horse several times. It was weak from the blood loss, but it wasn't in danger anymore. He hugged the poor equine gently. The horse, completely bewildered mostly just stood there.

Gurak led it back to the enclosure and had Zamdor make it more secure with railings overhead to keep anything from having an easy time grabbing a horse again.

Now that the danger had passed, Rulu looked to Gurak, he looked excited. "C...can I?" The orc tilted his head, completely confused.

"Can you what?" The orc asked confused.

Rulu grinned. "I uh....I've not gotten to butcher a monster in months. Me and Towen trained with the caravan guards so we got good at butchering too."

The orc blinked. He'd never really butchered magical beasts. Deer, bears, boars, all that relatively normal stuff from Earth, sure. But, he'd only ever encountered something fantastical inside of dungeons. "Uh.....sure? I've never encountered something like this before. Only in dungeons."

Rulu looked at him. "Like a griffin?" The lizardman asked, Gurak nodded.

"Yeah. It's mostly just been game or pretty common critters. This is the first thing that wasn't...I guess normal to me." He rubs the back of his head.

The lizardman nods. "Ahh. Well, they don't usually approach settlements, civilized races tend to be pretty aggressive, I bet if it had seen us, they wouldn't have tried to steal our horse. Us being in the enclosure likely led to them attacking."

Gurak nods at that. "If you want to, and know what you're doing, have at it. I trust in you." Wukin joined the lizardman and the pair set about butchering the beasts. Gurak left his backpack with Rulu so he could stash everything usable.

Zamdor and Gurak weren't really in the mood for any intimacy, the adrenaline had woken them up and they set about getting the bath ready instead. They figured Wukin and Rulu would be rather filthy after cleaning the two beasts for parts and whatnot.

Rulu brought over two crysts, both wind, about the size of Gurak's thumb. "These are yours since you're the leader." They were inside the beasts, of course, and Rulu wanted to make sure Gurak knew about them before putting them in the backpack. The lizardman informed Gurak, that his hands were covered in blood, and a lot of his body was. The lizardman's armor and clothing were covered in the stuff. It wasn't much different from skinning a deer or boar like the orc had done plenty of times in the past. But it was something Rulu seemed to enjoy, so he let the lizardman do this.

After the two beasts were all butchered up, their hides rolled up, the meat portioned out, and all the goodies, so to speak, were stashed away. Gurak learned that griffin meat was perfectly acceptable for eating, so that might end up being dinner that evening.

Once they'd finished butchering, they bathed. Rulu and Wukin were hosed off first, thoroughly to get as much blood off of them as possible before they took a communal bath like usual. All four of them bathed like normal. Cuddling up close and just enjoying each other's company for the time being.

Once that was taken care of, it was time for laundry. It was the first time Gurak had seen them do something like this. As they often didn't get much of a mess on themselves.

Wukin and Rulu set about scrubbing their clothing in the tub after they'd all bathed. Letting the water soak in before they scrubbed it thoroughly with soap, getting all the blood and such out of the fabric. Using magical water was more productive overall, as it was easier to get the blood out of the fabric once it was loosened and the water dissipated once it was far enough away.

They used wind magic to dry the clothing, as they'd used water from the urn initially to get the stains loosened from the fabric so the magical water could pull it from the cloth. Wukin and Rulu got dressed and put everything back in its place. The horse had a few hours to rest, eat, and drink up to get itself back to as close to normal as they could after such a close encounter.

From behind them, a shout came out. A group of men were walking down the road in their direction. Gurak and Wukin immediately went for their weapons, standing at the ready, weapons still sheathed, but hands on their grips.

The biggest man of the group walks forward, his hands raised, weapons resting on his hips, a pair of, what looked like tonfa. The man spoke. "Hail friend. We mean you no harm. I'm Brun of Adamant Company. We're a mercenary group. Our home base is in Halfsea, the goblin port city a days journey, west of here." The man lifts his helmet revealing an elongated face and horns on his head, he looks like a rhino.

"We're just passing this way. Saw you and thought you might appreciate the company. If you decline, we'll be on our way." Gurak looks over his shoulder at Wukin, the monkey nods and takes a less aggressive stance.

Gurak does as well and nods. "Sorry, we just got attacked by a pair of griffins, so we're a little on edge."

The leader, Brun grunted and laughed. "No kidding? Male and female?" He asks the orc.

Gurak looks to Rulu and Wukin, and the pair nods. "Aye, seems so." The rhino huffs. "We'd been up in the mountains for days looking for them, found their nest, got an egg for our trouble at least."

"Well damn. We'd taken a quest to hunt for them in the area, I suppose I'll let the guild know you completed the quest when we get to town, so you get the reward." The rhino bows softly. "Ahh, let me introduce my team."

He motions to his left "This is Brynk and Ben." He motions to two men, and they step forward, each taking off their helmets revealing a lion-like man not terribly dissimilar from Towen, and a bull with a focused, determined face, though one eye was white, with a scar across it. He looked friendly, his fur was a warm brown. "They're our healers. If you have any wounded, we'll patch you fellas up. Griffins are no easy mark." Brun rumbled out.

Gurak shook his head. "I thank you for the offer, but I'm a rather competent healer myself, I took care of it, but thank you for the offer." Brun nodded and smiled. The rhino was glad to see no one was harmed.

"No worries. To my right, is Tyl and Fracture." He gestures to the pair. Both stepped forward and, again they took off their helmets. One was another rhino, his hair dark and short, but he looked no less intimidating. The second was a bull, powerfully built, with brown fur as well, but he was older, like the rhino or Zamdor. No scars on this big fella though. Tyl looked like a melee fighter, much like Brun, and the bull, looked like an archer. His bow was almost as big as he was.

The five seemed nice enough and when they went to talking amongst themselves, Gurak spoke to Wukin quietly. "Have you heard of him?" He asked the often well-informed monkey.

The monkey nods his head. "Yeah. He's got a good reputation. Only takes jobs on the up and up, and only keeps honorable and loyal men in his company. Also." The monkey points at the larger rhino, Brun, he had short red hair, similar to Gurak's own, as well as a chin-strap beard. But his hair was quite short all over, and not in a short mohawk. "You can see he has three horns. Very odd, but that's the hallmark of the leader of Adamant Company. He was born with three horns, and three blessings, allegedly."

Gurak nods and looks at the five. He walks over after a moment. "Apologies for the caution. Without being too specific, we've had a rough couple of weeks. We're not criminals." He gestures to his group. "But, we do have a reputation and are trying to outrun it."

The rhino nods and smiles. "I understand, we mean you no harm and have no intention of causing you any difficulties. Your secrets can stay just that, yours. I did not mean to alarm you. I can't say I know your troubles, but I swear we do not mean to add to them." The rhino smiles softly, his green eyes almost sparkling. "If we could travel with you. Not even on the wagon itself, just, with you, we would appreciate it. It's not just griffins in the area, but other beasts live here as well. Me and my group are quite good at what we do, but more competent fighters make for an easier sleep in the evening."

Gurak looks to the others and nods. "The wagon is more than big enough sure." The orc then bows his head slightly. Before standing. "My name is Gurak, son of Naguk." He motions to Rulu. "This is my friend, Rulu." He turns to Zamdor. "This is Zamdor." Then lastly, he nods to the monkey. "And that is Wukin."

Gurak looks at the rhino. "Forgive me for being forward, might I use appraise on you, so I can verify your identity?" The rhino blinks, one of the others goes to object, and the rhino shakes his head. Bowing slightly.

"Feel free, if it helps you feel more at ease, all of us would be willing to endure it." The rhino says, turning his head to glare at the one who was about to object. Gurak didn't see who it was that moved first, but none of them looked like they would object after the older rhino spoke up.

Gurak shakes his head. "Just you would be fine." He raised his hand and pointed at the rhino palm flat. "Appraise." The screen pops up, and he looks at just the top of it, verifying the name, before he closes it. Brun tilts his head.

"You didn't look at anything." The rhino pointed out.

Gurak shook his head. "I just wanted to verify your name. I'm not looking to dig into your secrets." He smiles softly. "Your secrets are yours to keep as well. I won't push any further, your name is Brun and you are a mercenary, that's all I needed to verify." He offers his hand, and the rhino reaches out and shakes it firmly.

Before they left, Gurak set about making sure he'd left a little extra meat out on a wooden plate near the ocean. Zamdor made a small pillar to hold it up and dissipated the magic, so it would stay there for the merfolk to later find, they hoped. When Gurak got back to the wagon, Brun asked. "What was that about?" Do you worship the god of the water?"

Gurak shook his head. He climbed onto the wagon after everything was packed up. "Hm? Nah. Some merfolk came out and, I shared some food with them." Burn looked incredulous at him.

"No kidding?" The orc nodded his head. The rhino chuckled. "Well, consider me impressed. Not only did your group slay griffins, but you managed to interact with merfolk and didn't get into conflict." The rhino patted Gurak on the back and smiled at him.

The five members joined them on the wagon. It was a touch crowded with everyone on it, and the bags near the front. Gurak sat in the back, with the mercenaries, while Wukin, Rulu, and Zamdor sat up front.

Gurak took this as an opportunity to get to know more about the town. "You guys live in Halfsea, right? Tell me about it." The orc asked.

Brun looked to the others, no one else seemed eager to speak up. Not because they disliked the orc, he wagered, but because they didn't trust him very much. Brun seemed more trusting than any of the others. The rhino smirks and turns to Gurak. "It's a port town. Ran by goblins for the most part. They thrive on technological advancement. They build complicated machines, mostly they blow up."

He shrugs softly. "But, sometimes they function correctly and that makes a significant impact in town. Most houses have indoor plumbing to some extent. Some have lights. Those tend to.....catch fire, so, maybe don't rely on that sort of thing." The rhino chuckles.

"Most recently, I heard they were trying to create horseless wagons and boats without sails." He shook his head. Looking up into the sky as the wagon headed down the road. "I can't imagine a world like that, sounds crazy."

They took their time, leisurely, towards Halfsea. Partially because of the heavier load they were carrying, but also to not overexert the recovering equine. He'd lost a bit of blood and needed to rest, or at least, Gurak thought so. He made sure they stopped frequently, which gave the mercenary group time to fan out and stretch their legs, look for herbs, hunt wild game, and quite a few varied interests among the group.

Once they had made it a few hours out, dusk was starting to set. They pulled off the road and into a relatively safe-looking area. Zamdor set about making two enclosures for both himself and the mercenaries. They set up two fire pits as well, side by side so they could chat together. Zamdor even made sure to create a fenced-in area with a roof to keep anything like what happened from happening a second time to the horses.

Gurak set about making dinner. He used the griffin meat and was happy to share it with Brun and his group as well. The two of them, Gurak and Brun were both cooking up the meal for their respective teams, so to speak.

The smell of dinner being made filled the area, and the nine of them ate together. The other members of Brun's squad finally started to open up a little, talking about past quests they'd completed. Having defeated several impressive beasts, and even having defeated a pair of dungeons together.

It was where Brun got his tonfa and a few of the others got various pieces of gear, as well as a ton of gold, which they used to buy up a tavern in Halfsea and set up their home base there. Given its location and goblin-dominant population, it seemed an ideal place to start, at least Brun thought so.

The rhino continued. "There is also a significant underbelly to the place." The rhino mentions while watching the food cooking over the fire. "They have laws, sure, but, it's much more lax. They are more interested in advancement than safety. Be careful about staying in any taverns run by goblins especially, there's a high likelihood that they could be running different experiments in various rooms and by agreeing to stay there, you'd be willingly experimented on. So if you have to stay in the city, stay at our place." He smiles. "I can't give you a discount, but I won't test any weird stuff on you."

Gurak nods his head and focuses on his food, smiling. "Thanks. But we'll probably camp outside the town itself like we were doing in Whetstin. We stayed in town once and while it was nice, it wasn't really for us. We appreciate our privacy." He turns to look at his companions and grins at them. Rulu and Wukin turn away blushing, Zamdor grins back.

"We fuck real loud." The blue bull announces. Causing Gurak's eyes to bulge slightly as he coughs.

"ZAM!" He grunts at the bull. The bull laughs and shrugs. Hugging Wukin and Rulu to his sides.

Brun laughed loudly and shook his head. "I'm not gonna judge." He grins at the orc. "We're pretty loud too. Depending on whose turn it is." He grins and looks at his mercenary group, each of them smiling proudly.

Gurak smiled a touch and nodded. "Looks like you got a good group." The orc rumbled out. Brun looked to his team and nodded.

"I do. They're the family I always wanted." The rhino smiles as he says it.

Gurak nods in return. Pulling the meat from the fire finally and smiling at the rhino. "I know how you feel. I couldn't imagine my life now, without these guys." He looks at his group. "They're the best part of waking up."

Brun smiles and nods in agreement. "These guys mean the world to me."

After a bit longer, the food was finally done. Gurak had made meat and vegetables like before. He made sure to cook plenty of food that Zamdor would like. The group ate happily. Gurak noticed that Brun's side all got skills activated for eating, making the orc smile happily, knowing the older rhino took care of his group. Gurak wanted to be like Brun, not just be respected, but to be everything his team needed him to be. That's the impression he got, at least.

Brun wasn't a healer, but what he lacked he more than made up for with his charismatic personality. Even the orc himself felt drawn to the older mercenary leader. If he'd met the rhino before he'd met the others, he wondered what choice he might have made.

After their meals, everyone shook hands, said kind words, and retreated to their own group's enclosure. Gurak and his companions cuddled up close. Wukin still sleeping just a hair above them long ways so he could stay close to the orc.

In the other enclosure, he heard the others settling in for bed, they weren't too terribly loud, but loud enough that the orc could hear them talking in hushed voices. He spoke softly. "Keep an eye on them as long as you can Wukin. But make sure you get some rest too. If....anything happens, I'll need you in top form."

Wukin nods his head softly. "Okay." Was all he said

back softly before rolling over slightly. The four of them drifted off to sleep. Rulu and Zamdor maintained a smaller wind barrier, in case the others moved closer to their enclosure unexpectedly, or others from further out made a move on them.

Gurak and his group slept mostly well. There was still the underlying concern that Brun meant them harm, But Wukin was keeping watch on and off, eventually morning came.

Gurak's eyes opened slowly. Rulu's hand was on his groin, massaging him lightly, Zamdor was pressed in close, nuzzling at his neck and collarbone. The orc chuckled and kissed both. He looked up and rumbled out. "Did you get enough rest Wukin?"

The orc asked first, and the monkey replied quietly. "Yeah. I'll rest a bit more while we travel, but I kept an eye on them while we slept, besides a little horsing around between some of them, they didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

Gurak sat up and grinned at his companions. "So, what do you wanna do this morning." He rumbles out and he turns to look at Wukin. "You especially. Since you kept watch most of the night. I wanna take care of you most of all."

The monkey's face turned a shade of red under his white fur, he rubbed the back of his head. "I don't mind really. I just enjoy spending time with you." He hoots softly. "B...but uh...I wanna try....being on the bottom side of things, sometime, soon." The monkey admits.

Gurak chuckles and nods. "Okay. Well, what do you want to do in the meantime?" He asks, the monkey looks at the trio and smiles.

"Well, I like feeling Rulu sucking on me," Wukin replied.

The orc nods, his hand moves to rub along Zamdor and Rulu's chests and he smirks. "Well then. Let's try something kinda new." He pats Rulu's chest. "How do you feel about trying to take me and Zamdor at the same time?"

The lizardman's face flushed with blush and he coughs. "W-wha!?"

The orc chuckles. "I think you've been on the receiving end enough times that you'd probably be able to handle it. What do you say?"

Rulu looks from Zamdor to Gurak and blushes. "I mean, if...if you want, I'll give it a try." His face was darker in color, or at least Gurak thought so. He might be a little nervous, but the excitement in his eyes and loins was unmistakable.

Gurak laid flat on his back and Rulu climbed over him. Zamdor and Wukin took care of getting that orc meat nice and slick with a little teasing oral before Rulu was in position. Once he was, the lizardman slid down the orc slowly. Clamping down around him a few times as he moans and grins. The orc lay there, huffing softly, letting out a quiet moan as the lizardman's body squeezed around him.

Gurak was hilted within Rulu in no time at all. Zamdor scooted up behind Rulu, his dick rubbing against Gurak's balls and base a little before he scoots up close. The lizardman laid chest down atop the orc. While the bull pressed up behind him. Holding his hip and tail, the older man nudged that snug ring a few times, before he pushed firmly, causing the ring of muscle to stretch further. His eyes lidding and Rulu let out a grunt of pain. Gurak hugged the lizardman gently, rubbing his back as the bull held still.

Rulu reached back with one hand, patting the bull side softly. Another quiet grunt. "D-don't stop. Just take it slow." He rumbles out, his hand squeezing the bull's side. Zamdor nods and leans over, slowly working his length deeper into the lizardman. Inch by inch that already snug lizardman ass was made tighter. The orc and bull moaning. The lizardman hissed softly as he was stretched to his limits.

It took a few minutes, but the bull was as deep as he could get in his position. Zamdor's hands rub all over Rulu's body as he leans over the smaller fella. The older bull starts pumping his hips slowly. Both the orc and Rulu were moaning louder at that.

Wukin slowly scooted closer. Rulu eagerly pulled for the monkey to get in closer. The lizardman maw eagerly taking the monkey's length between his lips. Gurak helping the monkey get into position. He rumbles quietly. Felt that hungry lizardman's maw taking him to the root quickly and those moans that the lizardman was making now muffled around his shaft.

Gurak's hands were rubbing Rulu's side and Wukin's thigh. He grinned and noticed how close the monkey was to him. He urges the monkey to straddle his head. So the monkey's knees were on either side of his head, that monkey dick in Rulu's maw, then he pulls that monkey's hips down slightly. Wukin unsure of what was being conveyed, simply complied.

The monkey let out a sudden, deep moan when that orc's tongue found his virgin pucker. Licking across it repeatedly, causing the monkey's pleasure to suddenly increase.

With Zamdor pumping his hips slowly. Driving his dick in against Gurak's own and into Rulu, Gurak didn't even need to move. The bull was causing enough friction all on his own. It felt wonderful. The slick bull meat grinding up against his inside of that tight ass, the lizardman's arm holding his shoulder as he felt each firm thrust, translating that to sucking on Wukin all the harder, making the monkey shudder and grip the lizardman's shoulders, all the while, the orc's tongue was working his inexperienced backside. Making the tight muscle clench and react to the affections given.

The four of them went at it like this for some time. All of them focused intently on their task. Zamdor thrusts deep into Rulu. The lizardman suckled as much as he could around that monkey dick. Gurak tonguing that pucker aggressively, and poor Wukin struggling not to make too much noise as he was assaulted from both sides.

Gurak was the first to feel his release building up. His hand squeezed Wukin's hip and Rulu's back. His hand finds Zamdor's and gives it a light squeeze as he rocks his hips.

Zamdor couldn't read his mind, but he did get the implication. He grins and leans over. Huffing loud and deep into Rulu's ear. "I think you're about to get flooded with cum like never before Rulu." He rumbles low and deep. Rulu's face turned to one of brief surprise before he shuddered, the older bull's words riling up the poor horny lizardman more. Almost as soon as he felt the orc's cock throbbing inside of him, that thick, green shaft twitching deep inside and pumping out spurt after spurt of orc seed.

Rulu couldn't hold his release back. The bull's words, mixed with the orc's cock throbbing inside of him, his own body shuddered, lizard cum streaking across the orc's stomach and chest, getting caught in his red chest and stomach fuzz. The mess was all the worse for the lizardman's body pressed against him so securely.

Zamdor chuckles and leans back. Holding Rulu's hips as he fucks hard and fast now. Making the orc groan loudly against that hot monkey rump. The overstimulation drove him a bit crazy, but the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant, just a bit much.

Thankfully, it didn't last too much longer, the bull gave a good flurry of thrusts, fur hitting scales repeatedly, and rather quickly, for about thirty seconds before he leaned over and grunted, huffing through his teeth as his length finally started to throb and unload his seed deep within the lizardman.

Wukin sat with a great view, watching Rulu's face, feeling Gurak shudder under him, and then the bull's face contorted into the face of blissful orgasm. His own was just a few hip movements away. His ass pushed down against that eager orc mouth as his cock twitched inside of the lizardman's snout. Filling it with several spurts of monkey seed. Wukin slumping back, his ass right on Gurak's face the whole time.

The orc patted the monkey's hip after a moment, and he blushed, scooting back a bit. "S-sorry. I forgot I was....sitting there." He blushes and smiles.

Gurak grins up at him, shaking his head. "Don't be. Hearing you moan and feeling you squirm was worth any discomfort." His hand moves to rub Rulu's side gently. Zamdor leaning over Rulu, grinning at the others.

"I don't think I've orgasmed so hard in my life." The old bull rumbles out, chuckling. The four of them slowly untangled. Laying flat on their backs and panting softly as they caught their breath. Rumbling and smiling warmly. "Never imagined feeling someone else's dick throbbing against mine like that. It was amazing."

It was then that they heard odd sounds. Like skin hitting skin. Grunts, moans. The four looked side to side, then blushed. Realizing what they were listening to.

It was a few minutes of the noise, before a deep grunt and moan, then several other moans following.

Gurak's face was flushed completely with embarrassment. It wasn't their intent to eavesdrop.

They lay in the bedroll for some time, keeping quiet.

No one stirred still someone peaked into their enclosure. It was Brun. He was completely naked and made no move to cover himself as he grinned and waved to them. "Ahh, sorry if we were loud."

The rhino grins. "We heard you fellas having fun over here so we kinda got inspired to fool around too. We'll go ahead and get cleaned up, then start breakfast."

Gurak covered himself, embarrassed, as did Rulu and Wukin. Zamdor didn't seem to care and grins. "I bet it was a glorious sight." The old bull rumbles out.

Brun grins and nods. "Oh yeah. We'll need to wash the whole bedroll after that." Zamdor grins back and gives a thumbs up.

Brun disappeared from the enclosure's opening and Zamdor laughed softly. "He looks even better naked."

Gurak grunted and shoved Zamdor. "oh my god, how can you even say that!"

Zamdor grins. "What? I'm not some shy kid." He gently shoves the orc back. "I can appreciate a handsome man."

Gurak grunts at the bull but laughs. "Fine, fine. He is handsome."

From outside, a voice was heard. "You aren't so bad yourselves." It was Brun's voice.

Gurak's face burned hotter with embarrassment. He sighs. "I'm gonna need you to make a bath so I can just drown myself now." The bull laughs and shakes his head.

"Let's go set up some tubs for ourselves and them." Zamdor got up on his feet and went out of the enclosure, completely naked. He started creating a few tub basins.

Rulu got up too and went out as well. He kept his hand over his groin, oblivious to the mess leaking out of his backside and down both his tail and the back of his thighs.

Wukin and Gurak got up next. Wukin didn't cover himself either. His embarrassment was brief and had passed. Gurak kept his hand over himself, however. To keep from feeling even worse. The four of them set about their normal morning tasks.

Setting up a bathing tub, filling it, warming it.

Brun was rather impressed watching them work. His eyes took in the marvels of what they were doing. "Shit, that's brilliant!" The rhino grunted out. "Just...shaping stone!" He watched Zamdor, putting his arm around the older bull's shoulder. Both naked. Completely unashamed. "You want a job?"

Zamdor grins and looks at the rhino. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm happy where I am." The bull looks over his shoulder to Gurak, smiling at him. The bull made two tubs, one for them and one a bit larger for Brun and his group.

The groups went about their mornings. Some food was put on, a low heat, and then they took baths. Gurak and his group together. Though Brun was more than happy to offer to share space in his tub.

Each group bathes and gets cleaned up. Gurak was first out, got dried and dressed. He focused on the food while everyone else took care of bathing.

It was, by Gurak's estimation, about a half hour before everyone was done bathing and dressed. All of them sitting around the fire pits like the night before, smiling and much more jovial. He supposed listening to each other's group have sex must have loosened the tension on both sides.

Brun's group was more talkative this morning. The group shared more stories and exploits.

Brun took care of breakfast, the meal was better than Gurak's own. Making the orc a bit jealous, and he noticed a skill triggered on himself and everyone else who ate. He checked his status after eating to see what had occurred, and the rhino's cooking had given the 'Made with love' buff. It didn't say what it did. But his stats were all 10 points higher, a timer beside it said it only had 23 hours and 34 minutes remaining.

They ate their fill and with Zamdor's help, Brun learned to craft a basin, as well as an enclosure. The rhino hadn't thought to try to do something like that with earth magic before. The bull was a good teacher even to an older rhino like Brun. After Zamdor was certain Brun had a good grasp of the concept, he told the rhino to keep practicing and leave structures up, it'd unlock a useful skill after a week or so of maintaining it.

While they were doing that, everyone else was packing up their gear and loading up the wagon. Rulu and Wukin took care of the horses. Both were in good health, the one who had been wounded was looking better after a night's rest. Once everything was situated, and everyone ready, they were heading down the road once more. The sound of birds chirping and insects around them filled the gaps of silence as they traveled.

They could see the city of Halfsea by midday and were sure they'd be there by dusk at the latest. This meant Gurak would set up camp outside of town and Brun would likely part ways, and head inside.

It took a few hours to get there, but once they were, they pulled up the wagon and stopped.

Brun and his group climbed out of the wagon. Each of them bowing their heads slightly. Brun last of them, before he stood up. "If you fellas ever need a job, come to my place. Resol Tavern. My boy Oliver runs the place. I mean, he works for me, but, I'm not there all that much. I mostly focus on the out here stuff." He grins. "But, thank you for making the trip faster and more enjoyable." He grins and waves his hand. "You have friends, in the Adamant Company, if you ever need them." He hesitates a moment. "Be sure to stay on guard." He adds after a moment. "Just because you are outside of town, doesn't make you safer." He rumbles out quietly.

Gurak smiles and nods. Bowing his head in return. "We uh...don't have a fancy name, but, if we can ever help, let us know. I'm sure we'd be more than happy to do whatever we can to help you guys out. I dunno how long we'll stick around. We're in transition. But, the future is always open to change." Gurak nods at the last bit. "We'll be mindful and careful. Safe travels, Brun of Adamant Company."

Brun smiled and nodded. He and the others finally turned, then headed down the road to the city gates. Goblins were all over the place where they could see, no specific details, as they were a good distance away, but they could make out a few figures moving from time to time.

They set up camp like usual. Fire pit, enclosure to sleep, and set about making dinner like normal. Gurak letting Rulu cook tonight. So that the others could expand their skill set. Having a varied assortment seemed like a good idea to the orc.

Before too long, they were settling into sleep. Three wind barriers were set up around their camp as they went to sleep. Wukin had learned the spell as well and felt it pertinent to be skilled with it given their situation. Wukin was incredibly cautious and Gurak was glad for it. He tended to be a bit more reckless without realizing it, as the others had pointed out to him.