Avukat KuralΔ±, having finally finished his shift on guard duty was attempting to settle down to relax and eat his supper. Suddenly the door to the communal kitchen flies open with the flurry of wild flowing chocolate hair streaming behind a short Elvin looking female of a light bronze skin storming into the room.
"Get your ass in gear! We got a Yog infestation to deal with!"
Avukat takes another bite of his food while nodding towards Firtae Bealale to at least acknowledge her presence. Stop chewing his food for just long enough to ask, "Here in the villa?"
"Not yet! No one has come up missing, at least so far. I spotted the infestation in the temple ruins up the road." Firtae said with urgency.
"What about that healer that passed through here a few weeks back? I warned you!" he asked.
"What? No! She was an Airmed herbalist! She helped us! There is no evidence of her being linked to the Yog!" she exclaimed.
"Chorazos bitches ..." he muttered under his breath. "Anyways, outside the villa is not on my contract. I will expect payment."
"Payment?" she exclaimed. You know we are not exactly sitting on a horde to be paying you more for your services."
"You know of another Ogre that you can hire?" he smirked.
Ogres, while large and brutish, are not quite the green boiled covered beasts described in the folklore of Earth. Taller than a normal human, husky, and far from being described as hansom, the predominant theory is that they are an offshoot of Cromagnon that had migrated in prehistory to eventually settling in the realm of Chaos.
"You already know the answer to that" Firtae growled, but then a mischievous twinkle comes to her eye. "Oh! I understand. You want a special favor from me?" Slinking towards him while emphasizing the sway of her hips in a sexy step closer, "You want another blowjob?"
Firtae had never had sex with Avukat before, she just liked teasing him. None of the girls in the village would find Avukat attractive, though one or two might have been curious of the novelty of being with an Ogre. Even if that would have happened, it would have been rare. Still, the girls of the villa loved to tease Avukat, knowing he has perpetual blue balls, as he takes in in good humor.
"You Elves are all alike thinking you are all that. Might as well offer a starving Ogre a handful of toothpicks. Useful, but it would do nothing to keep him from starving." Avukat retorts.
Elves, Fae, and even the Huldra are considered by most to be among the most beautiful and graceful within the realms. This is agreed upon by most of the races, but not the Ogres. They see them as too skinny with no meat on their bones. And how can you ever think a smooth flat toned stomach to ever be sexy? If nothing else, a male Ogre will want to see a nice bouncy belly with lots of jiggle.
Yelling at him, "Stop calling me a fucking Elf!" Spitting on the ground, trying to contain her rage considering more pressing matters. "The only reason we could afford to hire you is because we got a discount for how short you are! What is it that you want?"
Taking another bite of his dinner, watching her as he chews his food, "I'm still a hell of a lot taller than your skinny ass." Puffing his chest up in mockery of the typical heroic figure, "You get a discount because of how charitable I am! I just want a favor. See how nice I am?"
Taking a step back while glancing at him warily, "What favor might I ask?"
Emphasizing the first word with a knowing glance, "The favor."
"Damn it Avukat!" Firtae glares a moment while thinking. "You know with the danger of the Yog! I can not say no. Shit! I don't have time for this. Agreed, I will help you once we get the Yog cleaned out."
Setting his dinner aside as Avukat stands up towering over Firtae, yet bending over to not hit his head on the ceiling. "I'll get my maul. You better get what ever supplies you need should there be a survivor."
After a good walk to eventually arrive at the old temple just before dusk, the sun setting over the ancient ruins of some lost forgotten religion. Picturesque as if out of a horror story, only the sun is still up, and there is no misty fog. One expecting to be met with the shrieks and wales of ghosts and goblins would instead be met with the moans and screams of unseen feminine orgasms.
"Yog ..." Avukat grunts heaving his maul to his shoulder, "A regular fucking orgy. Fun. Let's get this over with."
Firtae readies her saber and the pair make their way into the ruins. Walking into the a few of the side chambers they eventually find a naked female Satyr held spread eagle. Tangled in milky viscus webbing, weakly muttering in a language neither of the two understands. Her plump belly clearly showing how far along she has come in her pregnancy. Firtae nods to Avukat then turns walking back into the hallway as her head drops.
"Sorry love." the Satyr barely has time to scream before Avukat smashes her skull in one single swift swing of his maul. Horrible as it seems, this was a mercy killing. Once pregnant there is no chance of saving anyone from their fate. Not even a male is safe as the Yog can even impregnate them.
Exploring the old ruins, checking each room to make sure they are empty. It was not long before they come across another. A female kindred entangled in webbing. Her firm thighs spread wide as a viscus liquid oozes from her exposed pussy.
"Help me!" she screams! "Get me out of this mess!"
Firtae looking at the obvious bulge of her pregnant belly drops her head once more and waits in the hallway.
"Umm, about that .." Avukat sighs.
