Born in the frozen mountains of the north, suckled on a tit as hard and sharp as broken glass, and deflowered by a very, very endowed bear, Val of the North (as she was now called) was not a soft girl, despite her incredible beauty. Having lived in the cold mountains where the wind blew so cold it could freeze a man's blood, Val now felt little need for clothing as she wandered through the warm forests and fields of the south. She wore little more than a tight leather vest to keep her firm, busty young breasts under control, and a skimpy leather thong to hide her shaven, pink vagina. Her sword and money-purse (which was empty) hung from a narrow leather belt, and her muscular legs were encased in knee-high leather boots, as were her forearms encased in leather gloves studded with metal knuckles.
She didn't have enough coin to pay for a tavern room, so she slept under the open sky in fields of grass, wearing nothing but her skimpy scraps of leather, and with nothing for a pillow but her sword. She didn't mind at all. Compared to her homeland the nighttime chill of this land was more than comfortable. She ate as she walked, picking berries and catching, fish, and she bathed in the warm, bubbling rivers.
She was doing this now, washing her messy brown hair in a crystal clear creek near the road as she watched a large caravan go by. The road to the Kingdom of Chovaughn was a busy one, but she had rarely come across more than a company of travelling merchants or adventurers. This caravan was made up of more than a hundred people, most of them soldiers with long spears and curved swords. They were all incredible foreign, judging by their dark skin and pointed beards, not to mention they're strange style of armor and ornate carriages. The largest carriage looked to be a royal one, large enough to fit a small family or one very, very spoiled princess. It was covered with colorful silks depicting images of naked goddesses in sexually explicit positions.
Val was a foreigner to this kingdom as well (she was easily a head taller than most Chovaughnian girls, and they were all blonde) but her skin color was the same as the Chovaughians and she spoke the same language. These exotic soldiers were clearly from a land much further away than she was, so in their eyes she must have seemed little different from the blonde, blue-eyed people of this soft, southern kingdom.
The guards noticed her and gazed at her young, naked body dripping wet with the chilly water. Her pink nipples were fully erect, and her goose-pimpled skin was taught around her muscular waist. Some of the guards eyed her suspiciously, but most starred with lust. Val didn't blame them. She knew what a arousing sight she was, and she didn't hide herself as she rubbed her body clean and leaned over to wash her hair, giving the guards a generous display of her fresh womanhood. She even started to rub herself there, stimulating her overactive sexdrive as she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The idea of being watched while she masturbated aroused her, and if left for a few moments she would already be on the cusp of a pleasant orgasm. If one (or several) of the guards was handsome enough, she saw no reason why they shouldn't come bathe with her.
But she stopped.
The sound of wood snapping, horses screaming, and metal striking metal filled the air.
Val turned around to see that the caravan was suddenly under attack. From the thick tree-line burst a small party of orcs, green-skinned monstrosities that looked much like humans, except they had large tusks, bulging muscles, and often times ridiculously proportioned sexual-organs. They wielded crude weapons and stolen armor, most of it barely fitting properly.
The orcs must have been following the caravan for miles through the woods, choosing now to strike since they were at the furthest point from any Chovaughnian fort. Val watched as two of the dark skinned soldiers were killed, one of them messily decapitated by a stone axe, and the other dying as an orc bit out his throat. But the guards fought back as well, plunging their spears into the thick muscles of one giant orc and bringing him down like a harpooned whale.
"Protect the Princess!" the captain yelled, swiveling his horse back to the largest carriage. "They're in the trees above her!"
But it was too late. The royal carriage was underneath a huge, moss-covered tree. An orc was running along the branches like an experienced acrobat. This one was female, with a large bust held in place by a leather belt, and she had a lithe, muscular body not unlike Val herself. The female orc leapt and spun through the air, slicing out with two curved swords, killing three guards in the process. She leapt into the royal tent, and not a moment later jumped out the other side, running down the grassy slope and into the very waters in which Val was skinny-dipping.
"I've got it!" The sexy orc yelled, lifting a box above her head. "The ring is ours!"
The orc ran through the creek, water splashing across her nearly-naked body, her breasts and sensual midsection dripping wet. Her nipples were so erect that Val could see them sticking through the leather belt the orc had tied around her heaving green chest. Her fang-filled mouth smiled as she escaped the soldiers, but she stopped dead in her tracks as her large breasts nearly slammed into Val's naked chest.
"Hey!" the female orc yelled at her. "Get the fuck out of the way bitch, before I cut you into pieces!"
Val was naked and obviously less strong than the orc bitch, but she wasn't intimidated. She stood in a saucy pose with her hands on her naked hips, leaning over slightly to show off her cleavage.
Val snickered. "You can't unsheathe your swords and hold that box at the same time. So what' it going to be, fucker?"
Orc's were usually emotional and quicker to act than to think, but this one seemed bright enough to try both fleeing and attacking in the same move. She threw the stolen box high into the air (intending to catch it again in a moment) and she began to unsheathe her swords in an attempt to slice Val's sexy body in half. But Val was quicker. Her own sword was hidden in the creek, right beneath her feet in the mud. She was never without a weapon, not even during sex.
Before the orc could fully withdraw her blades Val had hers and she slashed up, cutting the orc from the lips of her pussy all the way to the top of her head. Val's blade came away so quickly that the orc wondered if she had even been hit at all, right before she fell into the creek in two perfectly cut halves.
Val dropped her sword and caught the box in the orc's place. She saw that the soldiers had been victorious, and the rest of the orcs were being slaughtered by spears and scimitars.
Val sauntered up the hill, swaying her young hips as she held the box above her head, smiling coyly as she saw how flustered the guards were by her shameless display. They didn't seem sure of what action to take: whether they should attack or thank that naked barbarian girl, but their decision was made for them as the silken flap to the royal carriage opened, and out of it stretched the most sensual, lewd body Val had ever seen.
The woman who emerged was entirely naked, except for heaps of golden jewelry she had hanging from her wrists, ankles, and neck. Her skin was the color of milky chocolate, and her nipples and lips were so dark they were almost black. Her dark nipples were thick and erect, each pieced by a golden ring. Her large, sparkling black eyes were heavy and sleepy-looking, almost as if she had just awoken after a night of exhausting sex. Every curve of her being implied sex, and even her uncovered vagina glistened slightly, as if perpetually aroused.
The carnal creature licked her lips slowly as she looked over the young northerner's busty, firm body, and she seemed to approve. Without any words passing between the two beautiful women Val put the box down at the foreign noble's feet, and then slowly rose up as to intentional show of every supple curve of her body. She bit her lower lip and smiled, flexing her stomach slightly which she knew pushed her breasts up in an enticing way.
"My hero," the dark woman said, her voice oozing like warm honey. "You slew that bestial bitch of an orc and returned my treasure. I am in you debt."
