The full moon hung in a vast expanse of blackness peppered with thousands of stars, bathing the world below it in its silvery glow. In the forest, the tranquil sound of silence was broken by the occasional bird call. Somewhere in a clearing, a group of traveling adventurers had set up camp for the night.
Sitting in front of a small fire were a dwarven rogue and a half-orc fighter. The others had already gone to bed, leaving Thatila Redheart and Kelezar to warm themselves against the autumn chill.
Thatila took another swig from the bottle of ale and set it on the ground next to her. Kelezar seized the opportunity to mess with the dwarf and picked up the bottle.
"I think you've had enough, Attila," the half-orc taunted, dangling the bottle teasingly.
"That's Thatila to you," she growled, "and I'll tell you when I've had enough! Give me back my damn ale, you big gray lummox!"
Kelezar rose to his feet and continued to tease her. "Prove how badly you want it back."
Thatila let out a cry of exasperation and hopped to her feet. "Please, Kelezar," she pleaded, "I'll do anything. Just give me back the bottle!"
"Anything?" the half-orc asked, cocking a thick black eyebrow as a smirk crossed his broad face.
"Yes, anything!"
Kelezar eyed Thatila's hefty bust, feeling his cock begin to stir as his basic instincts briefly overrode his hatred towards the dwarf. "Show me your tits," he said.
"Excuse me?!" she shouted indignantly.
"You said you'd do anything to get your drink back," he said, a smug expression on his face. "Were you lying to me?"
Thatila huffed angrily and took off her shirt, her large breasts bouncing free as she glared daggers at the half-orc. "Happy?"
Continuing to smirk, Kelezar unzipped his pants, allowing the thick gray pillar of flesh that was his cock spring out. Thatila's blue eyes bulged and her jaw dropped at the sight.
"You're sick," the dwarf hissed, her pale cheeks taking on a rosy hue.
"Look," the half-orc said, "you want your bottle back? Come here and let me fuck your tits. You look like you're just the right height for it."
Thatila begrudgingly approached him, glaring up at him as he grabbed her breasts and sandwiched his shaft between them. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt good. Even as her nipples stiffened, she continued to glare at Kelezar as he slid his cock between her tits.
"Don't give me that look," he growled, his smirk growing bigger. "I can tell you're enjoying this." As he pulled his cock out from the valley of her cleavage, he shook it in her face. "I can smell your dwarven pussy from up here."
The dwarf huffed again and crossed her arms defiantly, even as she felt heat and moisture gather between her thighs. "So what if I'm enjoying it? I still hate you."
Kelezar bent down to her level and got in her face. "The feeling's mutual," he said. "Like I said, I hate your guts, but you know what? I can tell that you want me to rearrange them. You're fucking soaked."
Thatila continued to glare at him, even as he reached between her legs and gave her pussy a slow teasing rub through her pants. Her frustration at a fever pitch, she wrenched the half-orc's hand away from her crotch and took her pants off. "You want to fuck me?! You're going to have to earn it! Put your mouth to good use, half-orc!"
"Challenge accepted, dwarven slut," Kelezar growled, pinning the rogue to the ground and prying her legs apart. Taking the moment in, the fighter leveled his face with her crotch and inhaled deeply. "You smell so desperate."
The dwarf glared down at him and hissed, "Shut the fuck up and lick!" A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt something warm, wet and thick enter her quivering pussy.
Kelezar held her legs over her shoulders as his tongue delved deeper into her core, feeling her thrash and squirm as he explored her depths.
Thatila bit her lip, trying desperately to suppress her moans and screams as the pleasure built deep within her. Tears of ecstasy pricked at her eyes, and her hips bucked against the half-orc's face.
