It took a week to travel from the edge the forest to the main camp of the lizard priests. They had taken a longer route, avoiding the main armies of the enemy, staying on the edge of the great plain where a spine of rocks separated them from the desert beyond.
There were several skirmishes and encounters with enemy patrols. Val had stepped up to the advancing orc warriors and held in her mind her clear intent: defend, protect, kill. The sword moved and darted through space, guiding her hand, knocking arrows out of the air, blocking thrusts that were aimed at her naked belly or the head of Gracius as he stood besides her.
And she killed. The sword would barely touch the facing orc and he would crumple to the ground, lifeless. Just as the Hungry Woman was coiled around her spine, nesting in her head, Gilgamesh was now in her heart and limbs, his voice and lust for combat animating her. Just as she had lost any sense of shame about her sexual desires as she accepted the Hungry Woman, she lost much of her pity as she accepted Gilgamesh. A part of her mourned that loss, recognizing it as one more step away from the woman she had once been.
The four of them were a whirlwind of death. Whistling Bear, the young centaur warrior, would thunder past the group of orcs, unleashing arrow after arrow into their ranks. Bruno would come from the opposite side, smashing and crushing all before him. And Val would stride through the center, cutting orcs down, Gracius at her side calling out warnings and targets, doing some killing of his own. As far as they knew, no orc had survived an encounter with them.
Val would walk out of the battlefield, naked, splattered in blood, gold chains hanging from her hips and arms, her sword strangely spotless in her hand. She was taller than ever, over six feet tall, muscled, tanned brown, brown hair pulled back into a long braid, two short horns rising out of the forehead.
At night the four would huddle together over a small fire, trying to stay as hidden as possible, jamming themselves between rocks or in small caves if possible. The enemy had spies everywhere.
Val found herself spent after a day of fighting or marching. She felt her energy, felt the reservoir of power she held in her belly. And she felt how depleted it could get if she did not refill it. And the best way to refill it was with the raw sexual energy of her partners.
The third night she cuddled with Gracius. She had started innocently enough, wanting to talk to him about the conflicting feelings she was having about killing. The satyr was young but wise, and she valued his insight. She had curled up next to him under a wedge of rock and, as they talked softly, she had grown aware of his musky scent, of the slightly intoxicating hormones he and his kind emit. She had scooted closer, delighted to find herself so large compared to him. She had indeed grown a lot in the last few days!
Their legs had scissored together, Val's thighs brushing against Gracius' balls, the soft fur on her pussy mingling with the coarser one on his legs. His cock had started to rise and thicken, pink and slim against the dark hair of his lower body. Val found it, taking it in her hand as she brought her mouth closer to his. They kissed, Gracius falling quiet as her tongue darted between his teeth. His hands roamed across her body, finding her breasts, finding them large and full, impossibly perfect and firm. Her nipples stiffened and lengthened, sending warm waves of pleasure as his fingers played over them.
Val took hold of Gracius' cock, gently pumping it within her fist until it grew to its full length. She could feel the cool energies within his body, thin filaments of blue fire under his skin. His energy was less wild, less potent than the others, but it was sharper, purer. She scooted down, pulling his ass towards her face, and slid his cock into her mouth.
There was a moment of sheer delight as his cock moved across her tongue. It was slim and comfortable, like a delightful lollipop. She had grown in size so much that it had changed the ways cocks felt in her body. Gracius now felt almost small, feminine, compared to her. She twirled her tongue around his cock, gently sucking it, enjoying the feel of it in her mouth. She cupped his balls and felt him shudder.
Cock in mouth, she cast a glance around her. Bear and Bruno were curled up in the shadow of a small rocky shelf, their eyes shining, watching her. Their gaze lit something in her. She shifted slightly, sliding her hips out. She slid her legs open, her pussy now aimed at the centaur and minotaur watching her a few feet away. She watched them over the curve of Gracius's hip, still taking his slim cock in her mouth.
She felt the petals of her pussy open, glistening already with her dew, barely visible in the darkening night. Her triangle of pubic hair was a darkness against the pale skin of her thighs and belly, framing the folds of pink flesh of her cunt. Val slid a hand down between her thighs, two fingers finding her pussy, opening herself up to the gaze of the two males.
She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of the smooth cock against her tongue. The coarse hair of his belly tickled her nose, his pungent smell making her feel more animal. She slid a finger into her pussy, finding herself wet and open.
She opened her eyes. Across from their small camp, Bear watched, his human cock growing in size as he watched. Bruno was gently sniffing the air, watching as well, his massive cock growing thicker still.
Val increased the tempo of her sucking, drawing Gracius deeper into her mouth. He moaned, which pleased her. She dipped her finger deeper into her wet pussy before bringing her fingers, slick with her juices, up to his ass. She found his soft asshole, pressed a finger against it, and it slid right in. Gracius gasped a bit, his moan becoming louder.
Emboldened, Val slid her finger deeper, starting a small fucking motion that matched the motion of her lips along the shaft of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip, flicking across the sensitive underside of his glans. She pushed her finger deeper into his ass, pushing him deeper into her mouth. Gracius grabbed her hair, his hips pumping in shallow circles, drawing his cock across her tongue as she sucked him.
He groaned one last time before his cock started to twitch and his balls emptied into her mouth. She hungrily sucked at the salty juices, swallowing the thick cum as it spurted down her throat. A jolt of energy followed the path of the cum as it went from her mouth to her belly, a peppermint flash of power that lifted her spirits. Gracius twitched and grabbed at her hair, riding her face. He finally stopped moving, hissing as Val drew his sensitive cock out of her mouth with a satisfied pop. She licked her lips and looked at Bear.
He was seated, horse legs curled under him, his human cock standing thick and hard, his eyes fixed on Val. She got up to her feet and crossed the short way to him. Standing, she was now tall enough to look him in the eye when he was seated.
She took his face in her hands and kissed him, sending her tongue into his mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest. His hands went to her ass, massaging them as he returned the kiss. His erection was pinned between them, a bar of steel against Val's belly.
"I need to be fucked," she whispered as she broke their kiss.
