WET BATH 3 * Rescue * futa/futa, anal, excessive cum

Story by Black Madonna

I’m posting this series of stories individually, so if you’re curious what happened first, look up Wet bath, and Wet Bath II. New to the site, although I’ve been writing for myself for years. I welcome, and invite any and all criticisms, but obviously prefer flattery and cheers. Please be kind. I’m not the world’s foremost literary expert, though I like to think my imagination more than makes up for it. Oh, and a word to all my other big beautiful cocked honnies out there. I love making friends, and I’d love to talk with you, bare butt naked, curled up close, beneath the sheets. Message me.

WET BATH III

Anya could still taste the delicious flavor of her newfound orc lover on her tongue. For years she’d enjoyed her most perverse hungers, and found many lovely fat cocked girlfriends with whom to explore all matter of depravity, but since her encounter with the she-orc Dezicra in the Westmeyer woods, everything had changed for her.

“Can’t believe I’m in love with an orc.” She mused to herself, shaking her head and smiling as she rode forth into the human battle encampment ahead. After just one wet and wonderful encounter, she’d found herself unable to think of much else but her green skinned beauty. That powerful cock and low hung cum filled balls, her gorgeous black hair, and those golden eyes. Every soft caress and powerful lunge that the pair had shared had been a sort of depraved poetry, and leaving her; even for only a short while, had been a task in itself. There was something about the way Dezicra’s wet bottom had clutched at the root of Anya’s cock, and the flavor of her sweet cock-cream was unreal. Still. They would be together again soon enough, after Anya took care of a few affairs of her own.

“Hold.” A guard on the outskirts of the camp raised a gauntleted hand at Anya’s approach. “Who goes… Ah. Mercenary. You may pass.” Anya smiled and offered a nod as she did so, anxious to see the lieutenant and be debriefed from her recent battle. Before meeting Dezicra she had considered staying on with the small force, and perhaps even signing as an officer, but things had changed now. She held no true loyalties to the humans, and it wouldn’t go over very well for her to return to them arm in arm with one they saw as an enemy. The choice between remaining with their force and leaving with Dezicra hadn’t been a difficult one. Besides; she had other allies that wouldn’t be welcome among the human ranks, and so, had made up her mind that it was time to break ties regardless.

The camp was busy with the tending of the wounded and bustle of regrouping after their recent battle. Though the fight with the orcs had been a defeat, the humans were far from finished. They still had men to spare, and more arms that had yet to be unleashed. In their bid to gain territory they had lost the battle, but not the war. Human arrogance wouldn’t allow.

“Mercenary!” The lieutenant strode forth from his tent, his demeanor one of discomfort and stress. “Good to see you made it back. No ear. We’ve not given up to this orc horde just yet. We’re already formulating a strategy to regroup and take them from the east. Even managed to grab us a little trophy bitch archer of theirs. We’re interrogating her just now. Come. You’re not going to believe it when you see her.”

“Lieutenant, I really must have words with you.” Anya began; throwing her leg off the side of her black stallion and dismounting as she followed close behind. Dante, (Her trusted warhorse) was well trained, and would stay his ground until her return with little encouragement. “About our contract. There’s been a complication, you see, I….”

“Later.” The lieutenant stayed Anya’s words with a wave of his hand as he continued toward the holding pens on the outskirts of the camp. Several orc warriors glared at Anya from behind wooded bars as they passed, and for a moment Anya felt sympathy for the green skins. They had been her enemy, and war was war after all, but it could just as easily been Dezicra behind those bars, and that would never stand. “You really must see this. I can’t believe it myself.”

As the lieutenant turned the corner around a guard tent, Anya followed, and when she saw the prisoner tied up before her on a makeshift whipping post, she near gasped in surprise.

Separate from the rest of the prisoners and stripped bare; battered and with a hint of blood at the corner of her mouth, Anya saw an orc female restrained before her. The girl immediately turned her gaze to Anya, and despite her beaten state, growled and sneered a challenging snarl. She was younger than Dezicra, and smaller; only just Anya’s own size, with a near shaven head and tribal tattoos along one side of her face and down her cheek. She had large green breasts, incredibly feminine curves made even more attractive by enough muscle to give her lines an athletic look without s

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