"You won't be keeping your word then?" Snowy asks quietly from beneath me.
I rub the tip of my cock against her soft pussylips. Teasing the thin woman before I fuck her.
"No. You are Kara's slave now." Her eyes light up at the thought of the strong Orc woman. "You serve us. Not the other way around." We both moan as I drive my cock deep inside her.
Our troupe is already days away from the Dwarven mining town of Obstinate Hold. Even further from her cliffside tower.
She drags her fingers down my back as I thrust. So cold, I wonder if she leaves a trail of frost. The young pale woman is a frostmage. Her actual name is Catherine Winterkiss. The boys gave her the nickname Snowy.
Just days ago we were enemies.
Now I grin as I bite gently at her perky nipples. Her hands running through my short hair. Holding my head to her breast.
She seems to be a skilled spell caster. She is definitely a submissive whore. Kinky as my own wife.
Snowy seems to enjoy being fucked rough by the goblins. Then sharing Kara's bed at night.
She clenches her eyes as she orgasms beneath me. Letting out one long, shuddering moan. Her tight pussy pulsing around my cock.
As she comes down, I kiss her passionately. My own orgasm washing over me. My dick spraying it's load deep inside her.
Later we snuggle together in the dark. The camp sounds quiet outside. It's late. Most of my followers have gone to bed.
"You need a horse." She says sleepily.
I give her a little smile in the dark. "We have horses." I explain. It's true. We have four carts. Each with a team of two horses.
"No." She insists, lifting her head up. Less sleepy now. "A real horse. A warhorse. One fit for a mercenary Captain. Humans won't take you seriously otherwise." She lays her head back on my chest. "It's all about status there." She says as she yawns.
A couple days later I hold my hand up to shield my eyes as I gaze across the low hills ahead of us. We are technically in human lands. Though there aren't any settlements here.
This side of the mountains seem dry. There are also more mountain Orcs. Though none of them came close enough to tussle with us. Perhaps word got out.
We can see cooking fires a long way off. A small town, or large village. But at the speed we are going won't get there till tomorrow.
"Snowy suggests I get a horse." I tell Karagoth as I sit next to her on a large rock. Intimately close.
"The wizard knows much about humans. I would listen." Is her gruff answer.
"Do you know anything about horses?" I ask.
Kara shakes her head. "They don't like Orcs." she informs me.
I look around the camp as people around me pack up. I'm not sure anyone here would know.
"Let's keep an eye out, I guess. She said status will be important here."
Kara raises one silver eyebrow. A trick I'm sure she learned from me. Then she gives me a curt nod.
It's a village. One with a few outlying farms and a wooden wall. Plus guard towers to the north and south. Obviously ready for trouble.
We make camp a few miles away and I head in with Rebecca. My beautiful wife is dressed much more demurely than she has since she arrived in this world. Much to her disappointment.
She has on a long black skirt and plain white peasant blouse. Covering her to her neck. Though it does nothing to hide the fact that she has a massive bosom underneath.
The way her tits bounce makes me sure she chose undergarments to do just that. Out of spite or mischievousness.
I worry that the humans will not be as...accepting as the peoples across the mountains.
For a moment I catch a glimpse of the silver Mitzi high in the air. Watching over us in case of trouble.
Three men wait for us a couple hundred yards from the village. The older man in the middle looks rough. One of the younger men shares his features. A son? All three wear hardened leathers, and carry sharp pikes. One of the young men has a loaded crossbow.
"You represent the hoard?" The older man asks. Looking me in the eyes. The younger men can't draw their gazes away from Becca's chest.
"I am. My name is Captain Nicholas. Though we are no hoard, and mean you no harm. We are mercenaries looking for work. Hoping to pass your charming town." I announce. A slight variation on the usual speech. I wonder if we need a name. And a banner.
His face softens slightly. "I am Gareth. Town constable. You are welcome, but not your...men. I'm afraid."
I nod. "Good enough. We will purchase some supplies and be on our way in the morning then."
The three men lead us through the wooden gate and into the village. Gareth points out a few of the more important buildings. General store, inn, blacksmith. Then he gives us his leave.
Becca and I make arraignments at the inn to stay the night. Then we spend the day shopping.
I am a little disappointed there isn't a stable in town.
We sit down to eat at the inn, in the early evening. I nod at the constable who sits at a corner table with his son. Then dig in to a nice country meal.
The humans here are obviously not as squeamish about eating meat. I look down at a hefty slab of boiled beef.
"I'm not sure I can eat this." Becca says.
I nod. Thinking of sweet Betsy back at camp. I may be off meat myself. At least the kinds that I have met in my travels.
As we pick at our food, a fanciful man enters the inn. Dressed in a long sparkly robe and a tall, pointy hat. He looks clean and boisterous. Not like the farmers and workmen who mostly fill up the dining room.
The man create a small burst of blue flame from his hand as the waitress takes his order. He brazenly grabs her ass as she heads off to the kitchen. Then he looks around the room hungrily.
His gaze stops on my wife for a long while. Openly sizing her up.
He only looks away when his food comes. The wizard eats quickly. Occasionally glancing at Rebecca. I find my hand frequently brushing my sword hilt. Unfortunately, not my crystal mage slayer.
As he chuffs down the last of his ale, a family walks in. Another farmer, I guess. With his wife and daughter. Both decently attractive.
