The Three Adventurers Pt 12

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Futa, fantasy, dialogue focus, plot, character backstories, romance, public nudity, size praise, female muscle, masturbation, hourglass figure, bbw, big breasts, big ass, non-sex-chapter

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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Syn mourned sacrificing her last bit of Asterea, but every drop undeniably went to a good cause, she thought. As much as she was still capable of thinking at this point.

She didn't dare imagine in what state she'd be in without the makeshift antidote. Probably way worse than a splitting headache and more akin to Lyanne's torment which seemed much more miserable. Little surprising, considering how long she kept pace with Fel's drinking.

In total, that encounter with Saandras costed them almost two days, including the gruelling march that followed. Without Fel they'd have lost many hours more. At least, Syn didn't mind the blisters on her feet for once. Always important to remember the positives, she told herself.

The three got as many miles between themselves and the border to Hammark as they could. Only when they reached the 'Etyoegas' -- the piercing peak throning behind Yarathrond -- they halted for real.

"Fucking poison..." Lyanne hissed and fell into the grass, holding her head in agony. "I'm so done."

"Yeah... that's a good place to just... sit down ..." Syn joined in moments later.

"You should have let me carry you," Fel said, rummaging through the group's many bags she now had to carry alone.

Lyanne only growled.

"Then you would have had to choose between the wine and Lyanne," Syn said, eying that cursed amphora which Fel brought with her because 'it tasted nice'.

Admittedly, there were some perks in being born an orc.

"An easy decision then," Fel chuckled and handed Lyanne her water. "But really, I do not mind carrying you... if you want."

"Thanks, but no thanks," the knight sighing after emptying her old bottle like she could just wash the sedative away. "I had arrows and daggers stick out of me and never did someone have to carry me. I won't let that happen over just a bit of poison."

Fel and Syn shared a knowing look, which almost made way for laughter on Fel's behalf.

"Oh, only if you'd knew," Syn thought and was handed her silver flask.

This must have been the first time in recorded history that an orc willingly fetched an elf, half-blooded but still an elf, her Asterea. Or at least the traditional, ceremonial vessel the elves used for storing the ancient elixir. Maybe seeing it reduced to merely a glorified water bottle was the compromise Fel had to make in her head to allow this most unprobeable of events to become a reality.

Naturally, Fel was bluntly outspoken on the subject. Especially the elvish inscriptions made her teeth grind like axes on a whetstone. Not to mention the elves' way of refining it, which she called an affront to the spirits themselves.

Fel changed her mind rather quickly, when Syn allowed her to taste a single drop of that 'cursed elvish pisswater'. She sported an impressive half-chub ever since and no longer brought up the matter.

"Thank you," Syn said and cursed under her breath when taking off her shoes.

"You northerners are weak walkers. You need to get stronger," the orc smiled and sat down as well. "You will never make it over the Big Rocks like that."

"Why would we ever want to do that?" Lyanne muttered, her hand still shielding her face.

"To show you my home, of course!"

Syn looked up while that word still lingered.

Syn couldn't exactly pinpoint what got to her. Fel's innocence or the casual manner by which she could invite others into her home. Maybe it was having a place deserving of the title? She hoped she'd spare herself from contemplating such a thing, but if there was ever a time to open that old wound... it would be tonight.

"You would invite us to your... home?" she asked eventually.

"Sure! Why not? I can show you everything! The food, my people, my tribe... well... maybe not my tribe ... not now..."

Fel's smile slowly slipped away and her gaze got distant.

"Why not now?" Lyanne asked, oblivious to Fel's darkening grimace.

"A long story. But one day for sure... sure..." Fel exhaled and lifted the amphora, barely sloshing with any of Saandras' poisoned wine in it and noticed Syn's stare. "But you cannot tell you are a half elf. They would skin you alive. Besides that, I am sure you both would love it there."

"We for sure will," Syn said softly.

She recognised pain when she saw it and more than anybody could image what sort of misery one had to go through to wear a face this grim.

So, she changed the topic to spare Fel anymore unwanted questions.

"This is a good place to encamp," Syn said once Fel stopped drinking." There are no guard posts towards the mountainside. Yarathrond was built to withstand a siege in perpetuity and didn't concern herself with any direction no proper army could approach from. We can rest here and regain our strength. Tomorrow after sunset we will scale the walls ... and get in."

Lyanne groaned as she sat up and despite the sickly paleness that refused to leave her face looked immensely fired up.

"That's why she's the boss, right?" the knight winked at Fel before turning to their commander. "Taking the stag by the antlers, that's exactly what we need."

Syn nodded and lifted her flask, accepting a complement only an islander would ever make. Of course, such a colourful metaphor left Fel scratching her head.

"What is a stag?" she asked in the high-pitched tone she used whenever she was at her most curious. "And antlars?"

"Antlers," Lyanne clarified. "They're on top of the big four-legged animal living in the forest. That's a stag."

"So... like a horse?"

"The one with the weird, big branches coming out of their head," Syn joined in, finding Fel's inquisitive nature hugely endearing.

"Ooooh! That one!" Fel gasped and shot up with some urgency. "I know that one."

The massive orc, without saying another word, turned around and with a smirk on her face hastily stormed off into the forest.

"Any clue where she's going?" Lyanne asked once Fel was out of view.

"No idea. Probably having another wank," Syn grinned and got up next.

"Poor forest animals won't know what hit them. Hope she won't drown any squirrels with her cum," the knight snickered and looked up to her commander.

"Maybe she just doesn't fancy help building the camp. Can't blame her."

"If anyone deserved a break after today it's her," Syn said and offered the colossal knight her petite hand. "Come, Lady Perfect, we can put up a few tents ourselves."

Lyanne regained some colour on her cheeks upon hearing that nickname. She might not allow others to carry her, but clearly didn't mind being pulled to her feet by a woman half her strength.

"Aye... boss."

The fire crackled and the scent of their last supplies roasting over the flame filled the air for so long their headaches had mostly withered away, but Fel was yet to return. Just when Syn's worry won out and both readied themselves to search for their orc companion, they heard a nearby bellow. An animal's desperate scream.

"Shhhh... big boy. Not so loud," Fel said and stomped through the thicket, a wildly flailing animal kicking with all four legs trapped in her massive arms.

"Did she just catch a doe ... with her hands?" Lyanne gasped, her clutching hand easing around the hilt of her sword.

Syn chuckled, immediately knowing what was going on.

"What is a doe?" Fel said, ignoring the terrified animal's horrified pants and coughs. "That is one of your stegs."

"That's no stag," Lyanne frowned. "See ... it got no antlers."

The orc looked at the flailing animal and shook her head.

"Maybe it is broken," she said innocently and squinted. "You said we needed a stag. So, I got one."

Syn laughed hysterically.

"Fel... that's just a saying... which means... ahh... fuck it," the knight couldn't keep it together as well.

Fel didn't understand where she went wrong, but her misunderstanding might be a welcoming surprise. Especially, now that she and Lyanne made sure they were running low on rations.

"Why are you both laughing?" the orc asked, visibly confused. "Did I get the wrong one?"

Syn walked up to the giant desertwarrior.

"No, that's perfect, Fel. You got everything right," she grinned and watched the wide-eyed animal which almost seemed to listen to her. "Sorry, big girl, but today really isn't your day."

Syn rubbed her even more impressive belly to the point of surely fulfilling Lyanne's every fantasy. Fel and Lyanne audibly honoured that unlucky does' final sacrifice with satisfied gulps or in the case of the later, more than a few burps.

"I must say Fel... that was glorious," the half-elf said, her plentiful body draping into every direction.

"Agreed. That was way better than whatever I said," Lyanne added, after taking another hearty bite. "Good job, big Green."

"Heh," Fel laughed as much as her utterly stuffed cheeks allowed.

The group laid scattered around the campfire. Utterly stuffed to the brim and their lazy limbs extended into every direction, they almost resembled wildcats after a successful hunt. But Syn, wasn't done with just laziness. As much as she could do with a few hours of sleep, making the most of her time with her friends was way more alluring.

"I wonder, what do your people usually do to pass the time around the fire?" she asked both her companions.

"We pretty much just fuck," Fel said first with a seductive smirk.

"All the time?" Lyanne asked in a higher pitch. "Like at every fire? Every night?"

Fel bit her lips, her gaze darting between the others.

"Sometimes more often than that. Often with more people together. That is amazing! Especially after a big battle," the orc grinned and reached for her shaft. "My people love to fuck."

"We hardly noticed," Syn nodded.

"How does that even work? I mean the logistics of it," Lyanne said, more abashed by seeing 15 green inches swelling fatter. "Does everyone just sleep with their lovers at the same time?"

"We all love each other," Fel said and got more aroused the longer she stared at her companions. "Most fuck someone different every time. Or get fucked when they are the smaller ones. But I was always the one doing the fucking. Heh!"

Fel was raging hard by now and let her massive meat pulse in the open like it needed to prove her point.

"I can't imagine many orcs were bigger than you," Syn said, getting a bit aroused herself.

"Not many," Fel moaned back when she throbbed again. "I do not think anyone is still bigger than me now."

Syn whole-heartedly agreed. Fel was simply downright ... massive.

"Hold on... you're saying all the orcs come together and fuck each other... at random, every night?" Lyanne interjected. "Did I understand that correctly?"

"We do. Every night..." Fel gasped in delight. "And every day."

The islander grimaced and leaned over to Syn who had yet to take her eyes off the gigantic orc looking more appetizing by the second.

"Wouldn't that mean they'd all be related?" Lyanne mumbling. "They must be."

"Different peoples, different customs, I guess," Syn said. "Besides, you're the one coming from a small island. You wouldn't want to think too much about such a thing."

"Fair point... but how would they even know wh-"

"What are you two whispering about?" Fel asked, spreading her legs, allowing her huge balls to spill out under her.

"We ... just wondered how you know if you're the father... when...," Lyanne scrambled for words. "There must be a lot of babies... when... well... you guys have this much... fun."

"You never know. I guess some little greenlings look a lot like me," Fel laughed before also grabbing her hefty breasts. "We raise them all together. We orcs have many fathers ... and ... mmh... many mothers. The young ones learn from everybody in the entire tribe."

"That sounds quite beautiful," Syn said, trying her hardest to focus on the orc's words and not... everything else.

"It... is," Fel smirked and let out a moan now that her nipples hardened. "Can we just fuck? We can even do the triad thingy. I want you two so bad. And to grow. By the spirits... I want to grow so much."

The offer loomed over them for longer than it had any right to stay before Lyanne spoke up first.

"I don't think that's a good idea," she said, blushing and sporting a semi herself.

"Why not? Everyone is already horny. Come on!"

Syn crossed her legs to hide how much she was tempted by what the ravenous orc's offer. And by the prospect of seeing her grow even more.

"It would be unwise to get... even bigger," Syn said in a wavering tone. "Keep in mind we need to sneak into a highly defended fortress. That will be hard enough... and probably impossible if none of us fit through any doorways anymore."

Fel looked back at Syn with wide eyes and threw her head back and sighed in defeat.

"You northerners are just boring, you know that?"

Lyanne and Syn shrugged but had to grin.

"Not always," the knight said in a soothing tone. "Only before big heists."

Lyanne's words at least managed to calm orc's raging hard-on down a little bit.

"Is there anything the people of Igland used to do?" Syn turned towards the knight.

"A lot of things actually," Lyanne answered thoughtfully and then hesitated. "Not much that doesn't come with drinking though. And I guess a bottle of wine isn't something we'd want to see right now."

"Absolutely not," Syn smiled but was a bit disappointed in the lack of creativity from a people famously dealing with pirates. "So... you really just drink? Nothing else?"

"Well ... we do gamble. But none of has nicked any of Saandras' cards, right?"

The trio looked at each other but found only empty hands and shacking heads.

"Thought so," Lyanne sighed. "Could've shown you a few games."

Syn's gaze wandered and she couldn't think of too many things that promised to make the night any more exciting. Although, there was one thing that burnt on her mind for some time.

"How about we tell each other some stories?"

"Great. Even more talking," Fel groaned.

"Don't worry, not just any story, Fel," the half-elf said and sat up. "Besides, you told me your shamans and chiefs also love to tell stories around the fire."

"Only when they are not fucking," muttered in a defiant tone.

Syn didn't mind Fel's frustration, for she was very much convinced everybody would be intrigued by her suggestion as much as she was.

"Since we discovered the prophecy, we know all of us are in love with each other," she said pointing at Fel and then at Lyanne. "I am with Fel. Fel with Lyanne. Lyanne with me. But I always wondered what it exactly is that made us fall in love. I think it's the perfect time to come clean at a night as this. It could be our last... if things go wrong tomorrow."

Lyanne and Fel visibly tensed, but both nodded without saying a word.

"Who wants to start?" Lyanne asked more timidly than it suited her.

Fel crossed her arms and looked even less inclined to speak up.

"It's just fair if I start. Afterall, I was the one who brought that topic up," Syn said and took a deep breath. "Is it okay to reach back into my past a bit? So, you can understand what I'm saying?"

"Please do," Lyanne replied without hesitation.

Syn turned towards the Fel.

"Sure," the greenskin said, in that curious tone of hers and not the angry one.

Syn took a deep breath and felt all those memories spill to the surface.

"You two already know I'm half elf, but you don't know how I grew up. I was raised at my father's home, among elves. It was a place without warmth, but I had my mother. She was human and he... is very much elf," Syn's eyes darted for seconds when too many images reemerged from the depths, she exiled them to but remained in control for now. "You must know, elves are an immensely nostalgic, an immensely proud people. Stuck in the past. They value the feats of the dead often more than their time with the living. Including their own flesh and blood. That's already the case among full-blooded elves, and even more with half-breeds like me."

"Arrogant. That is what they are," Fel said, but not meant to spite Syn.

"Fel..." Lyanne growled, but Syn gestured her it was fine.

"They are indeed arrogant. Every elf is born with the debt of past splendour, and the elders make sure the young will never forget. From the day they were born they're taught that nothing matters more than one day to die rich in recognition, in reputation. Dying rich in affection is something only few would trade their pride for. And my father is a very proud man."

Syn felt her fist tightening but she refused to give into the wrath she had bottled up for years.

"The day came when he had to choose. My mother and me or his pursuit of stepping out of the shadow of his father and his father before him. On the day when we needed him most, he chose his pride over us. And my mother paid the price."

Lyanne and Fel were drawn to her lips and didn't even attempt to find any words to add.

"From that day on, I no longer consider myself an elf. I swore to myself I would no longer tolerate their shallowness, their cruelty, their open disdain for anything beyond their walls simply because they refuse to accept the world is no longer bowing to their once glory."

Syn got fired up but found composure in Fel.

"That's what brings me to you."

The way her pointy ears perked up made her look even more adorable.

"You are the complete opposite of everything I rejected when I left my ... home," Syn spat, the disgust of saying that word burning on her tongue. "I spent too many years around people wearing masks. Voluntarily giving up the last bit of who they are, to become who they're supposed to be. But you... are just you. Your lust, your faith, your humour, your strength they're all part of you and you wear them like armour before you... not try to hide them from the world. For the longest time I didn't know that was even possible."

The half-elf knew her heart should be racing by now. From her fury boiling earlier or anxiety of revealing her feelings, but her veins ran cold. She was lost in those big grey eyes, and every word came straight from her heart, without her head trying to make them fit first.

"It doesn't matter what is expected of you or if you would benefit from pretending to be somebody else. You don't change," Syn grinned sweetly. "You relish every moment, with that passion, your unbelievable charm, and that commendable open mind to learn. There are no words for how much I admire you for that."

Fel looked flustered, her tusks coming out now that she couldn't tame her smile anymore.

"That's what made me fall for you, Fel. That... and that beast you're wielding between your legs might be another reason as well," Syn joked, making Fel blush even redder but also laugh. "But in all seriousness, whatever happens, and I mean that with all my heart -- never change, Fel. You're beautiful the way you are."

The second Syn's lips came to a rest a weight fell off her shoulders, even when silence conquered the crackling of the fire at first.

"That was... special," Lyanne gasped.

"It was. Nobody ever talked about me like that," Fel said, almost whispered in an uncharacteristically tender tone. "Thank you... Syn."

"No, I thank you," Syn answered and cleared her throat when she felt redness shoot into her face at last. "So... if anyone else wants to come clean, tonight is the night."

One could hear the hesitation filling the air around them.

"I'm not sure how anyone can follow up on that," the islander said.