Wet Bath

Story by Black Madonna

Dezicra groaned as she made her way through the Westmeyer woods. Pushing aside brambles and branches, she made her way to a sacred and secret place deep within. Her body felt weak, and her bruises and cuts weighed heavily on her posture. The battle had been fierce, and many orcs of her tribe had fallen to the human skirmishers they’d met, but when the last blow was struck, the Bad Moon orcs were victorious, albeit at a heavy price.

Taking her leave from her clan-mates, Dezicra set out for the one place she knew that could offer her weary body comfort and relief. Deep within the Westmeyer woods lay a secret place, where only those like her were welcome, and safety and serenity were afforded as well.

The baths were impossible for any male or female to find, protected by an age old spell that had stood fast the test of time. Only a futa like her could find their way to them, and once within the confines of the sacred place, regardless of race or faction, all were welcome as equals and all hostilities were left behind. Thus was the way of The Baths of Cum.

In truth, the natural spring, which bubbled up from deep within the core of Azeroth was not that which it drew its name from, but instead a pure white mud with incredible healing and regenerative properties. It’s texture and warmth, combined with a tangy-sweet taste made it all but indiscernible from the wet creamy sauce that most like Dezicra craved, however, so the name had been chosen accordingly.

At a statuesque six foot two inches, her dark grey-green skin smooth and perfect but for a handful of delicate scars, (Thanks much to her often visits to the baths) Dezicra was an Amazonian goddess among her tribe, and save the color of her skin, and the telltale up-thrust tusks as the corners of her full and luscious lips was oftentimes given a second glance by humans and elves alike. She wore her long black hair wildly down her back, loose strands cascading across her forehead and cheeks, held there by the wet sheen of sweat that coated her entire frame. Her eyes were golden; almost luminous and glowing even in the daylight, and her body the picture of athleticism and sexual perfection.

Dezicra’s bottom, thighs, and breasts, despite her muscled frame, were voluptuous beyond belief, and her curves were a thing of awe and desire to both men and some woman alike. Beneath her knee length banded skirt, and tied gently along the inside of her thigh however, was a secret that Dezicra had kept hidden from all but those closest to her since her youth. Her cock, easily the length of a short sword, and as thick as an apple, ridged with thick throbbing veins, and topped by a bulbous tip that strained the most skilled of jaws was insatiable, and a constant source of discomfort, as well as indescribable pleasure.

During the battle, Dezicra had faced off with a human female, her young nubile body and fiery red hair a sight to behold. She too had been the picture of taught, firm, sexiness, and when their swords had clashed, Dezicra and her opponent had both paused in awe of one another. The moment had fast escaped them however, as the battle around them shifted and they were separated by a tide of bodies, crimson with blood and wildly thrashing about on the battlefield.

Twice more Dezicra had seen her red haired human during the skirmish, holding her own among orcs more than double her size, her twin swords flashing like lightning in the dawn. She and Dezicra were caught in one another’s gaze for moments at a time, but an unspeakable lust had gripped them both; or so she had thought. Then, there was the wink.

The redhead and Dezicra had lost track with one another, and as Dezicra fought back the brunt of a monster of a human warriors brutal onslaught, she came back to back with another warrior on the field. Quickly finishing her enemy, she spun to face her new opponent and clashed swords with beautiful green eyed perfection; the redheaded girl faced her, and again they paused, the tiniest of smiles creeping across both their lips, and the hint of a wink from her nameless foe sending a wave of warmth through Dezicra’s body, down her spine, and into the throbbing root of her cock.

Again they separated, one backing away from the other and vice versa as they both slid into the battle and away from each other once again. That moment however, had been burned into Dezicra’s mind, and even as the battle waned and the humans sounded their retreat, Dezicra couldn’t forget those eyes, and that gorgeous mane of red hair.

“God’s what a lovely!” She groaned as she neared the clearing and the welcome warmth of the baths. “If only.” She imagined a battle that ended with just the two of them left standing, or separated from the main conflict and alone in the wilderness; how the human would drop her sword, and Dezicra her own and they would come together in a hungry embrace.

Reaching beneath her pleated skirt, Dezicra pulled at the leathe

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