The orc reappeared holding what looking like a spit for cooking animals, along with a number of larger sticks under her other arm. Setting up the two Y-shaped end pieces on opposite sides of the fire, she laid the straightest branch across the top between the two legs, a simple structure that would allow food to be suspended above the flame for easy cooking.
“Resourceful girl” he murmured, adjusting his opinion of her upwards. Adding the rest of the wood to the fire, she got back down and began blowing again. The flames began to grow larger, and the young orc laughed happily, pleased at the strongly burning fire.
“Finally! I was freezing!” she stood up with a big smile on her face, and began to disrobe.
“What is she doing?” Siena asked aloud in surprise, before slapping a hand over her mouth. Thankfully, the orc girl was two busy removing her 2nd layer of clothes to catch the soft noise. Aaralon watched as the girl stripped the clinging cloth off of her delicious body, and realized that her clothes were sopping wet.
‘She must have fallen into a river nearby,’ Aaralon thought to Siena. ‘That means that if we find said river, we should be on our way to the camp.’
Removing her top, the orc tossed it over the spit to dry, making sure to keep it out of reach of the flames themselves. Aaralon was struck silent by her beauty, the shadows dancing across her naked flesh accenting her curves and adding to the exotic allure she exuded. Removing her bra her tits seemed to burst free, large enough that they almost looked out of place on a girl of her size.
“They were right, I do look like a cow!” she said, holding her breasts in her hands as if weighing them. Suddenly, her face was contorted in anger. “Well, fuck them! They’re just jealous!” Feeling a little better the girl bent over to remove her skirt, baring her heart shaped ass to Aaralon.
Distracted by watching her green tits sway and bounce with her every movement, Aaralon was unaware that he had slowly been circling the clearing, moving closer to the camp with every silent step. The bestial instinct within him had slowly taken over his self-control.
Young bulls have two major driving impulses in their lives: the need to fight, and the need to fuck. Minotaur are not very picky when it comes to either one. Minotaur, as a beast created by magic from a woman mating a bull, have no females of the species. Instead, a minotaur possesses the most potent seed known, and will generally fuck anything with a womb. Humans, elves, orcs, large animals; all are possible mates.
Because of it’s magical nature, the semen of the minotaur will create a child that will be mostly minotaur. Minotaur sometimes inherit small traits from their parents (pointed ears from elves, for instance), but they do not pass these on to their children, ensuring a pure bloodline no matter how many generations pass.
None of this mattered to Aaralon: he needed to get closer to the orc, and he would do it. Silently leaving the cover of the trees, he moved up next to the tent and advanced on the orc girl, who was standing as close to the fire as she could get to help dry herself off quicker.
‘What are you doing? Stop!’ Siena cried out, sensing Aaralon’s intentions. But the minotaur was beyond caring what the pixie thought, and continued to creep up behind the orc. |