The bathhouse stretched on seemingly forever before Sari's faintly horrified eyes. To her left was Charlotte - and despite having seen her nude repeatedly, Sari felt herself feeling quite flustered at seeing her nude in
this
setting, with this general...attitude. To her right was Rana, who was more than happy to let her invisible, intangible clothes slip from her non-extant body and strut her perfect, pale self. Her black on black eyes gleamed like the carapace of beetles as she flashed her wicked grin at Sari.
"Come now, as Charloette said...when in Rauros..."
Sari shook her head subtly and then forced her fingers to move, undoing clasps and ties on her clothing, while Zarua looked increasingly frantic with nerves. When Sari had finished undoing her last bit of clothing, tugging her leggings down and stepping from them, she felt as if every single eye in the whole of the bathhouse was focused on her, all at once. And two of those eyes where Charlotte's. "In a proper light," she murmured, then shook her head, her cheeks darkening. "D-Damn my eyes..."
She's thinking of Tanner,
Sari thought.
Charlotte looked shamed as she started to follow after Zarua, who had bundled her own clothing before her. Sari picked up her clothing, which included her various potions and bottles and weapons - not just her staff, but a dagger or two and the old sword she had used before finding her staff. When she held it all, she frowned. "Shit, this is going to draw eyes, won't it?"
"It shouldn't, lots of orcs carry their weapons - and if you're just visitors to the island..." Zarua paused. "Wait, no, Trjokar's laws says outlanders can't carry weapons..."
"It's simple," Charlotte said, snapping her fingers. Purple magic flared and glittered around her hands and she smiled as the clothing in her and Sari's hands simply vanished away, crackling into nothingness.
"I hope she can get those back," Rana said.
"I hope you can get those back," Zaura said, at almost the same time.
"Of course I can get them back," Charlotte said, huffing - and now, Sari felt like she could better understand where the other girl's panties had gone in some tearing hurries. She shook her head, then started forward again, bare feet padding on stone as they walked past open basins carved in the Chanti stone floor, full of water and laughing goblins and orcs. Sari felt eyes on her rump and she tried to keep her head up and her chin held high, despite the fact that a pair of goblin girls leaned over and whispered to one another loudly enough for what felt like the whole bathhouse to hear.
"Look at that Rubis girl..."
"I'd pay for her to go Rubis on me, if you know what I mean."
The first goblin looked confused and shook her head.
Then they were past, heading into a set of tall columns that surrounded the large, central bath of the bathhouse. Zaura whispered, softly. "I see some of Trjokar's men...hell, they might be looking for us." She jerked her chin - and Sari felt her own balls shrivel slightly at the sight of three powerfully built, slab heavy orc men in what looked like nearly a hundred pounds of iron and crude beaten leather padding. They were walking casually through the thick mists and humid temperature, showing absolutely no sign of any discomfort in the temperature. Zaura jerked her head over her shoulder, hissing. "Go right!" she said, then went left - while Sari and Charlotte both went right. Sari kept walking, while Charlotte glared at the orc girl, who looked back at them, then looked down at her hands, as if she was trying to figure out...which was which?
Then she held up one hand, making a crude Common L with it, then put her hands over her face.
It was too late. "Keep walking, keep walking," Rana said, her voice a soft hiss as Charlotte whispered to Sari in the other ear. "Don't worry, we just act like we belong. At a distance, with all this fog, they can't tell we're pink skins."
The three orcs in heavy armor started to take the path around the large bath that Sari and Charlotte were both on.
"Shit," Charlotte whispered.
Sari glanced around - and saw that there was a set of doors to her right, set along the wall of the building. The doors were closed and scrawled with orcish script over the old Chanti runes, so whatever they might be, she had no idea. What she did know was that they were not
directly
in the path of the three burly, heavily armored orc bruisers. Sari jerked her head, hissing softly. "This way."
Charlotte nodded, then stepped into the middle door, and Sari took the leftmost door, the door shutting before the heavily armored orcs had even cleared the corner of the bath. Rana remained outside, while Sari looked about herself, to see that the room she was in...was a sauna. There was a set of coals, water steam hissed and bubbled into the air, and the temperature felt as if it had reached some sickly sweet new high that made her head spin.
What was slightly more important to Sari, though...
Were the four orcs in the room.
They were all women.
They were muscular.
They were all scarred.
And they were all drop dead gorgeous. The archetypal example sat in the center, and Sari was unable to do anything but drink in every bit of her body with her eager, eager eyes: Emerald green skin, broad shoulders, full breasts tipped with dusky green-black nipples that just begged to be sucked on, cute little tusks peeking out of their mouths like exclamation points on their smiles, long hair that they wore braided or loose and free. Their ears and their pussies betrayed the elven material that had been used to craft the Orc species: Their ears were pointed, and their sexes were completely and utterly bare. Hairless, gleaming, smooth and inviting. Sari felt her mouth filling with eager spittle at the idea of fastening her mouth around those firm mounds and drinking whatever nectar flowed from them - while her brain gibbered and tried to find some better answer for why she was in here than...
"Ah, the girl's arrived," one of the orc women said, standing and stretching casually. "And she's a rebis girl? Huh, never seen a rebis girl before." She grinned. "Still, you ready, girl?"
"Don't just treat her like a piece of meat, Raj," one of the other orcs said, her skin closer to black than green. "Come on, what's your name, cutie?" Her green-black hand cupped Sari's ass as Sari gasped and laughed.
"A-Ah, Sari..."
"Wait, she's human!" A red skinned orc said, standing up and cupping her cheek, laughing softly. "I didn't know you had that much money, Raj."
"Anything for my birthday," Raj said, grinning. "Now, come on Sari, why don't you sit on Momma's lap and let her get her paws on you." Her palm slapped one muscular thigh as Sari froze.
Rana leaned in, grinning wickedly, her voice a soft purr. "The guards are
right
outside. I think you should definitely not start any hullabaloo if I were you..." Her tongue flicked out, almost touching Sari's ear as Sari tried to think of a good justification for why she wouldn't get on the orc woman's lap - but then the two orcs to her sides took her by the arms and led her forward. Sari found herself setlting her rump down on the muscular thigh of Raj, her breath catching slightly as the older woman crooned quietly.
"There there...is this your first time being hired for this kind of flesh work?"
"U-Uh, I think t-there's been a little mistake," Sari whispered.
"Oh, no, I don't think so," Raj purred. She cupped the back of Sari's neck and leaned in, kissing her. The force of her personality and the length of her tongue shocked Sari - her toes curling as her girldick hardened almost immediately against her belly. The powerful emerald green hand cupping her slid down her back to the small curve of her spine, drawing her closer, while another hand slid along her belly, then caught her dick with two thick, roughly callosed fingers. Said fingers began to rub in a slow, steady circle, sending jolting spurts of pleasure through Sari as Sari drew her mouth back, gasping softly, bucking her hips despite herself. The mewl that escaped her lips shocked her - it was so
needy
.
"Uh, are you sure this is the girl we hired?" The red orc whispered to the green-black. The only one who hadn't spoken so far, the blue orc, chuckled.
"Who the fuck cares," she said, casually. "All human girls are eager for orc MILFs to fuck them."
Sari knew she should object. But she was too busy biting the back of her wrist to keep from screaming in pleasure as the big muscular orc woman rubbed her girldick with merciless skill. She closed her eyes tightly, while Raj laughed.
"Hey, Tej, get me my strap..."
"S-Strap!?" Sari squeaked, but Tej tossed over a contraption of leather and metal and glittering runestone. Before her eyes, Sari watched as Raj bucked her hips up, slipped the leather around her hips, then clicked it home - and as the runestone circlet that met between her thighs settled, a glowing cock the size of Sari's forearm appeared, glowing bright blue-white of sheer focused magical energies. Her eyes widened even more as Raj chuckled softly.
"You've never been fucked by an orc dyke before, have you?" Raj laughed. "Don't worry. I can be gentle."
Tej snorted, while the blue orc woman laughed and shook her head.
"Dragons, Raj, you're impossible..."
"W-Well, I, uh, wait, I..." Sari stammered, then groaned as Raj kissed her. Rana giggled quietly.
"It's not
that
big," she said, her voice teasing. "Don't worry..."
