Included kinks:
Futa x futa, hardcore sex scene, romance, mini-gts, size difference, female muscle, big curves, size worship, masturbation, cum inflation, seduction, dominance
All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!
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Not even in her wildest dreams would Fel have expected for the day to end like this. She certainly hoped it would turn out this way though -- with her bringing Lyanne back into her tent. Carrying her even, with her gloriously buff body hanging lazily over the orc's shoulder held in place by one hand on Lyanne's thigh for whenever she suddenly moved and flexed in her sleep. Just being around her comrade was intoxicating to Fel, but touching Lyanne like this, feel her muscles bulging and tensing, now that got some orcish blood boiling and a fat dong throbbing at full force.
"See, I told you this was a bad idea. Now imagine you drank something with some kick," she said to the drunken woman groaning occasionally. "Well, forget that. This was a great fucking idea. We should do that more often."
Fel marched through the camp at gentle pace, her green shaft peaking around corners about 13 inches before the rest of her. She wished she could simply keep walking around with Lyanne like this, her dong twitching as she kept talking to the musclebound human like she would still be able to listen. On second thought ... better she didn't.
"Do not groan on me like that. I would have been fine with a little fight, but no, you thought you need to beat me at my own game. Heh!" Fel laughed and paused, shaking with fear for a second now that she thought Lyanne was waking up.
A part of her hoped she would. Desperately even. And offer what Syn just offered.
"Almost there, big girl," Fel said softly and passed by ownerless tents for everyone was still emptying barrels of that disgusting grape juice like it would disappear by sunrise. "Soon you will be in your bed. Warm and cozy. And tomorrow we can pick up where we left off. Who knows maybe you can even beat me."
She bit her lip and turned around multiple times before she dared adding in a whisper.
"If you are as strong as you are beautiful you have me beat. Easily."
Fel blushed, despite knowing nobody could hear her. Nobody besides maybe Lyanne, but if the orc knew something with certainty it was that that muscle-packed knight would not remember much of tonight. Sadly.
Their little stroll in the moonlight came to an end once Lyanne's colourful tent came into view. The mere thought of setting foot inside Lyanne's little kingdom brought her quite a few good wanks before, and now that she stood inside it, she was close to erupting. That glorious ironskin greeted her, looking imposing and arousing set up in that stand, with both shield and sword slung around it. What a weird fetish to have for an orc. Explaining someone at home to wear those ironskins would have made her the laughing stock of her entire tribe, but the way Northerners made them look and highlight their... bodies... was just... so hot.
Or maybe it was just that particular northerner babbling incoherently in her ear.
"Time for bed, big girl. You want to get up early tomorrow, remember?" the orc grinned and put Lyanne down with the greatest of care, shook up the cushion and tugged her in the warmest blanket.
When it came to undressing Lyanne she stopped already with her boots, withstanding the desperate desire to go further. As annoying as the northerner's insistence on wearing layer upon layer of their weird wool was, she would have never done something against Lyanne's will. As tempting as it was to catch a good first look on that mesmerizing body in all its glory.
There she laid, peaceful, her beautiful green eyes closed and her chest raising and lowering with every deep breath. Fel couldn't tell how long she just sat there, silently staring and adoring a sight she somehow knew she could never get enough of. Whatever the spirits prompted to sculpt a northerner, a human even, this close to perfection would always remain a mystery to Fel. Nevertheless, she never questioned the spirit's will back home and she wouldn't start in these strange lands either. For they bestowed in their infinite wisdom Fel with the warm thrill of an all-consuming bond, the sort she dreaded lost, never to return... just to brim with that wonderful sensation this far beyond the big rocks somehow.
Rarely, if ever in her life, did she contemplate missing out on an amazing fuck. And that just to keep watching someone snore for a bit longer. But she gave Syn her word.
Fel pulled a rogue strand of that fragrant black hair out of the Lyanne's face, stroke her green fingers along those sharp cheekbones and leaned in.
"Sleep tight, big girl. I will see you tomorrow," Fel whispered and after a moment of hesitation planted a soft kiss on the knight's cheek.
She would never have forgiven herself if she didn't, no matter the risk of Lyanne waking up or taking notice of her affection. Fel couldn't stop grinning and only reluctantly got up, with her raging dong protesting as hard as it possibly could. The more than a full foot of orc meat only agreed with its owner when it came to deciding on which company they would have emphatically preferred for tonight.
Maybe one day. Hopefully one day.
"Easy there, little one," she whispered and rubbed the awoken beast as she headed back into the camp. "You will get the second-best pussy in the camp soon. And certainly, the biggest tits."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Syn hissed and clattered through her tent, wishing for another pair of hands at least.
How desperately she would want to assign them to cleaning up the aftermath of Daeron's impressively childish fit of rage. Two hands for the shreds of contractual obligations scattered over the floor, two for wiping up the cheap wine he sent flying along both chalices. Of course, her lacking discipline in regards to tidiness immediately came back to bite her in the ass, she thought and swallowed curses to not waste any further time.
Syn cleared the mess after what felt like she had spent hours. And time was of the essence tonight. The curvy half-elf was already out of breath when she disappeared behind her mighty bookstand, also make-shift wine rack, which separated her tent in two. With one half devoted to all things business and work for the public, the other... to the more private, exciting moments in life. One of which already killed her by mere anticipation.
Syn crammed through her great collection of clothes, continuously deciding and undeciding on changing outfits. Should she go for the tight leather robe over letting her full figure just drape out like this? Maybe returning orcish custom and dropping her garments all together was the strategy of choice here. On the other hand, her undergarments, cupping her plump breasts this enticingly would also make for a very intriguing reveal. She simply couldn't make up her mind. For the first time in years, she felt genuinely bogged down by the pressure of being a good lay. Although, even in her nervous haze, Syn deep down knew she was never guilty of leaving a lover of hers behind unfulfilled.
She turned around, her dress pulled down and inspected her thick ass by grabbing those big cheeks with one hand each.
"Orcs love curves, right?" she asked her reflection, almost like she expected an answer. "Yeah. Fuck it. They for sure dig some extra weight back there."
The waves following her hearty smack would have to suffice for now. How odd, considering for many years she wished for a less lavish posterior, now she wondered if her behind was big enough for someone like Fel. Somone as hung as her.
"Keep it together, Syn," she muttered to herself and pushed her bosom further upwards until a massive amount of cleavage spilled out before her.
