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Upon returning to the orc’s tent, Hemlock told his lovers a wild tale about being attacked by a bear in the forest as an explanation of his bruises. When Opium asked why a bear would leave bruises and not scratches, Hemlock grumbled something under his breath and went to his room. Opium then tossed their hair to the side and winked at Skipper.

The next day, Skipper felt a sort of weight in her heart. She knew she’d have to move on soon, her life wasn’t here. She had enjoyed her time with the orcs though, incredibly so. With this heavy heart, she helped Hemlock hunt the next day, learning plenty she never knew about tracking and trapping.

They returned later that night with a modest 5 point buck slung over hemlock’s shoulders. They cooked and ate it in a hearty stew filled with fresh carrots, potatoes, and various herbs that Cyanide had found on her foraging adventure today. They also got a few fresh loaves of bread, which they tore and mopped up the remaining stew in their bowls with greedily.

After dinner, Opium approached Skipper.

“I suppose it’s my turn today, hm?” they said.

“Only if you wish it my liege.”

“I wish it.” Opium quirked a small smile which Skipper returned. Opium held out their hand. Skipper took it. Opium lead her out of the tent and into the forest.

The pair walked for a while, walking far beyond Hemlock’s hunting grounds. They were deep in the forest, where strange things flit between the trees and disappeared when you looked at them directly. Eventually, they came to a small grove in the forest. In the middle of the grove was a pool of shimmering iridescent water.

“I’ve never told you what my job is here,” Opium said as they guided Skipper to the strange pool. They stood at its edge and stared at their illuminated reflections. Small shining flowers curled around the water's edge, delicate and crystalline in appearance. Skipper slowly began to realize what she was looking at.

“This...this is a ley pool,” she whispered in awe.

“Yes. They’re very much real, and we have one. We use it for healing, and I guard it from those that would take the land from us or use the pool for evil deeds.”

“I didn’t realize you were proficient in combat.”

“I’m not really. Sheer size normally works just fine, I just wrestle people down and uh,” they trailed off momentarily, “eat them.” Skipper stared up at Opium, who was blushing as if they had just professed hidden feelings. Skipper was dumbfounded. An idea came rushing to the forefront of her mind.

“The baron!! I forgot!”

“The baron that sent you?” Skipper’s eyes grew wide.

“How did you-”

“Pardon my elvish but that shithead has been sending mercenaries to our camp for years. Sometimes they’re nice and sometimes,” they rubbed their belly softly, “not so much.”

“Gosh, that’s awful. I feel like shit even taking that contract in the first place.”

“I believe your actions have spoken for you, dear Shale. The baron will have to send many more troops if he wishes to have this pool for himself. In the meantime, I believe we came here with a purpose. I’d advise you to strip off those pants before entering the waters, if that’s alright.”

“Of course my liege.” Shale quickly disrobed. It was strange, seeing her naked reflection in that gorgeous water, she felt like a fey creature. Opium gently descended into the pool, being careful not to slip on the rock forming its walls. They then grabbed Skipper by the thighs and gently brought her down into the pool with them.

The water kissed at Skippers skin as if it were alive. The water fizzed and popped around her, the tingling sensation it gave her was wonderful.

“Something else isn't it?” Opium remarked.

“No kidding,” Skipper whispered, still in awe at the nature of the water she was getting the chance to bathe in.

Opium leaned forward and kissed Skipper’s lips tenderly. They took her by the waist and held her close. Skipper was enraptured in the warmth of the water and the orc, and how soft their lips were. Skipper kissed back, and soon they were making out, a venture very sloppy for Skipper considering how large Opium’s mouth was in comparison to hers.

Opium reached down into the water and grabbed Skipper’s quickly swelling cock. They fiddled with it in the water until it was in a position to enter them. They continued to make out as Skippers cock slid effortlessly into the orc.

“Our baby,” Opium said in between kisses, “will be born of magic, because of this pool. A healer for our people hopefully.”

“How grand,” Skipper managed to whimper. They continued making love in this sparkling magical pool. Isolated and tender.

Within a minute, Skipper tensed up, and shot her load into the orc. Opium gave off a small gasp as they felt it happen.

“Thank you traveler. What you’ve done for my partners and I is a beautiful thing.”

“I could say the same, my liege. I’ve never been shown such kindness.” They lay in the pool in afterglow for some time, holding each other close.

EPILOGUE

Skipper woke up the next day with a greater heaviness in her heart. Today would be the day she would be moving on. It had been an incredible couple of days, and she had grown a fondness for the orcs she had been staying with.

When she had gathered all her stuff, the orcs met her outside the tent to bid her farewell.

“Please,” Cyanide said, “don’t hesitate to visit us sometime soon. We’d love to have you.”

“Especially if you need healing,” Opium said.

“Or food,” said Hemlock.

“Or pot,” said Foxglove. They all shared a thick moment of silence. Skipper rushed forward and gave each of the orcs a hearty hug, which they all returned.

“Thank you all so much for your hospitality.”

“Thanks for the seed, snack.” Hemlock smirked. Skipper returned the smile.

“I just hope they take! If not i’ll have to come back here soon.”

Skipper began her trek out towards civilization. The orcs waved and shouted goodbyes behind her until she was no longer visible. Skipper knew she would miss them terribly, and would have to visit them sometime soon. And perhaps, even stop that bastard of a baron from encroaching on this territory.