Terrible Company - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Dangers of Abstract Concepts

The sun dominated above. Even the shadows wilted under the oppression of the day star as it reached it's zenith over the fields surrounding Aedor. The cool breeze, coming down from the mountains to the north, brought small relief from the stifling heat. The worst of the long summer months were behind, but that was no balm for the adventurer. She grimaced, brushing sweat from her brow as she looked out upon the parched grasslands.

The road was empty for now, but that was how she liked it. Too many people had failed her over the years, leaving her jaded and trust in short supply. No, the Orc was a loner, through and through.

Maybe this road would be the one she'd been searching for. Maybe, at the end of this stretch of dirt where the grass refused to grow, at the end of another long, tiring walk, she would find the answers she sought. Maybe they were even the answers she needed.

Small for an Orc, at a mere six foot five, she was nevertheless a vision of muscle and beauty. Her arms were as thick as braided dock rope. Her legs, even thicker, like rounded slabs. She had a hard look about her underneath her shaggy black hair. Scars adorned her toned body like badges of honor. She had the look of a woman who'd seen the very face of hell, only to claw her way back.

"Stop describing me."

"She said, to no one in particular."

"You're being very overdramatic," Val said.

"It breaks the fourth wall if you address me directly," the Narrator whined.

"There is no fourth wall," she growled, sweeping her arms out. "There's no walls at all! We're on a dirt road between two open fields."

"It's a metaphorical wall," he said, rolling his eyes.

"I told you I'm not paying you for this."

The whitehaired man smiled as he bowed. "My good woman, to have the chance to follow you and bear witness to your exploits is all I ask."

"Wasn't planning on having any exploits," she said, her features hardening.

"Adventures then?" he asked hopefully. "Perhaps a grand quest or two?"

"None of them either," Val grunted.

"Surely a woman of your stature and bearing invites a... a... a host! Yes! A veritable host of downtrodden in need of the skills you so clearly possess!"

"I tell them the same thing I told you," she said, shrugging. "No." Val came to a stop and rounded on the man. "What exactly do you get out of this again?"

"I believe this is the future of entertainment. Cuttingedge storytelling and performance art. Part Minstrel, part Bard-"

"Nope," Val interrupted, shaking her head. "Stopping you right there. No Bards. Fucking hate Bards."

The Narrator gasped. "You wound me, Madam!" he cried.

"Not yet I haven't." The old man swallowed hard as Val loomed over him. "You take one more step after me down this road, and I'll break your nose. I ever see you again, I'll break your leg. Clear?"

"Crystal," he swallowed, weakly.

Val glared at him a moment longer before turning back down the road. The old man had been a minor annoyance at best, and she mentally flogged herself for letting him get to her so easily. Her frustration had other sources. She looked back over her shoulders; the road behind her was empty. "Like braided rope, huh?" she mumbled to herself, twisting her bared arms and nodding thoughtfully. "I can see how that might work for some people."

---

"Three more," Val said. "They were pretty bare leads, and I didn't expect anything from them." The breeze was barely noticeable at the ground level, but it set the treetops swaying.

"I'm not sure if that makes it self-fulfilling or not, but I did find someone thought they might have seen the-"

Val's attention sharpened at the sound of a twig snapping ahead of her. Despite the obvious wear on the path she hadn't seen anyone for hours; not since she scared off the old man earlier.

The sound had been distant. Outwardly, Val continued as she had before; a comfortable pace that wouldn't break any records. Nearly a full minute passed before the offending twig-breaker came into view over a little hill ahead of her. The wiry young man seemed nearly as surprised to encounter anyone, but the similarity in their reactions ended there. As they neared each other, the young man became increasingly nervous, going so far as to step off the path and into the low brush to put distance between them. His hand hovered over the handle of the dagger on his hip as they passed each other. Val sighed to herself as she continued on down the road.

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Val rounded the bend warily, smelling the thick smoke before she saw the camp fire. A human, judging by the size, crouched by the flames, their face lost in the flickering shadows of a heavy hood. Val let her hand drift to the hilt of her blade, forcing a warm smile.

"Evening," Val called, waving. The hooded figure looked up and froze. The light dancing off their eyes was the only visible feature within the shadow. Val had wanted to wait for some sign of approval before approaching, but the figure just watched her impassively. "I hadn't seen any good spots in the last couple hours to stop for the night, and I doubt I'll find one as good as this for a couple more."

The woman stood, revealing a lithe, feminine shape, and she pulled back her cowl. Short, spiky blond hair surrounded a narrow face, and the set of her eyebrows gave her a look of unamused surprise. "I didn't prepare for two," the woman said, as Val got closer, "but you're welcome to stay." It took Val a moment to see that the other woman had been talking about food, and she shook her head.

"I've got my own." Val tapped the small pack on the side of her hip as she unshouldered her pack. "You headed to Aedor?" The blonde narrowed her eyes as she squatted down in front of her pot. "Reason I ask is because I didn't see any fresh tracks heading my way."

"No," the woman said cautiously. "I'm headed to Jonehn, but I'm coming up from the south. That is the road to Jonehn, right?"

Val nodded knowingly. "Most maps make it look like that's an easy shortcut."

"Short nothing," the woman scowled, her lips twisting. "I think I've spent two more days taking this 'direct route' than I would have going all the way around the Southmarsh."

"I'm Val," she offered.

"Katsa," the woman replied, nodding slightly.

Val nodded again, and pulled a piece of jerked venison from her hip pack. They sat in comfortable silence for several minutes. The constant tinkling of the stream nearby competed with the small fire and the bubbling stew, and Val tried to remember if she'd ever met a Human who'd been so casual on the first encounter. Katsa wore black fingerless gloves with blue trimming that extended to the elbow, and Val took note of the symbols embroidered along it's length. "So what's waiting for you in Jonehn?" she asked.

Again, Katsa regarded her with a wary expression. "I was hired to do a job."

Val waited for a moment to see if the blonde would offer more, but she did not. "I expect that I'm the first person you've seen in a week, course you took getting through the mountains." Katsa nodded slowly in response. "Well, I won't be the only one you see tonight. Passed a young man a few hours ago who's circling around with his buddies to rob us, maybe kill us, aaaand almost certainly rape us."

"How... how could you know that?"

"I've seen a few things," Val confessed. "He was young, but he'd seen combat. Knew how to step through brush without lookin' at his feet, but his hands was shakin' so bad at being a few feet from an Orc that he'd have done more damage to himself if it came to drawing. One was a conscious cover, and the other was not. "

"And that means he wants to rape us?"

"Likely, he was sizing me up," she commented, shaking her head in amusement. "If he'd been feeling bold and I was a bit smaller, I think he'd have tried to take me then and there. As it is, I think he's probably tracking me now with four or five of his buddies." She took another bite of her venison, and smiled as she chewed.

"Come on," Katsa said, dubiously. "You can't know that."

"A group of five or six is most common," Val nodded. "Gives you overwhelming numerical superiority so the target don't fight back, but you also don't gotta split your haul a thousand ways."

"And with five or six armed men coming this way, you... sit down and have a bite to eat?"

Val gave a toothy grin and pointed. "Those runes on your gloves there mark you as an Arcanist." It wasn't a question.

"Yes," Katsa replied, her back stiffening slightly. "Why?"

Val shrugged. "That kinda thing comes in handy in a pinch." She took another bite and looked around their campsite.

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"There," said the first bandit, pointing emphatically. "There! Didja see that mouse? It found a bit o' food and bam, out of nowhere, hawk just flew down like a lightning bolt and carried the silly bugger off. That's what you call irony that is."

"Nah, mate," said the other one. "That hawk couldn't carry no mouse made of metal."

"Irony, you twit. It's like a coincidence." The first bandit slowly withdrew his sword as they crept along.

The other one, sword already in hand, stepped up to a large tree trunk, and peaked around the side of it. "A what?"

"Gods you're dumb," the first one scoffed, shaking his head in wonder. "You could move to a troll town and still be the village idiot."

"I never heard of no trolls livin' in villages."

The first bandit cuffed the second on the back of the head. "That's not the point!" The second bandit grimaced and nodded forward, and then continued on through the underbrush. "Look, a coincidence is like... your best mate skippin' town just before your birthday. So it's like yay, it's my birthday, but also bad. You see?"

"Now I'm lost."

"That's their campfire right there," said the first bandit incredulously. They stopped and stared at each other quizzically for a moment. "Anyway, like, you want a loaf of bread but you don't have any money. Then you find a bit o' copper only to find out the baker is giving the bread away. That there is irony."

"Why is 'e giving bread away? Is something wrong with it?"

"I don't know," the first bandit said, getting irritated. "They're samples or something. Look, it don't matter why e's giving away bread. It's ironic that you find the money and you didn't even need it."

The second bandit looked thoughtful for a moment. "I ain't never seen a baker give no bread away before. Once had a baker try an' sell me maggoty bread. Tried to tell me it was some kinda 'forrin delicacy'."

"Some people are stupid enough to think they can get away with anything."

"Right. Good point!" The second one waved his hand, and both bandits dropped down to one knee. Ahead of them, a small fire had burned itself down to embers. "Smitty said one Orc, but I'm seein' two mounds," he whispered, as they peeked around at the only good camping spot for miles.

"It's prolly the one from earlier. You ain't man enough to take on one woman?"

"Good point," said the second bandit, nodding.

"I gotta teach you another word for yes."

"Why would I need two ways to say the same thing?"

"Makes you sound smarter."

"Oh good point," the second bandit said, nodding. Then he added, thoughtfully, "I reckon' I'd take the copper and buy some ale to go with that bread."

"You shoulda' saved those coppers and found another line of work," came a woman's voice right behind them. The first bandit gasped as a bloody swordpoint emerged from his chest. The second bandit turned, but his cry was muffled when he felt the knife blade against his throat. "Which one of us were you after?"

"Yyyou got us all wrong, lady! Wewe're just lookin' for a good time! A bit of slap and tickle!"

"Oh, it's like that then?" The woman shifted in the dark, revealing dark green skin and a menacing smile.

"Yeah," the bandit swallowed, mindful of the blade. His voice gained a bit of strength as he watched the shadows shift over her shoulder. "Me and the other four thought you might be so kind as to 'and over all your goods. We promise we'll be gentle."

"But what if I like it rough?"

"I think we can accuh... accommmuh... do that."

The Orc grinned viciously as she drove her knee up into his groin, and the second bandit crumpled to the ground with a whimper. He heard Smitty leap out from behind a tree just as the Orc turned.

Smitty's twin blades sang as they whirled through the air. The Orc backed up, putting a bit of space between herself and the awesome display of swordsmanship, then sighed. She flipped the dagger in her hand so she was holding the blade between her fingertips and hurled it.

Smitty dropped unceremoniously, the dagger buried to the hilt in his neck. The second bandit rolled onto his back, face purple with strain, just as a huge explosion went off a good bit away from the carnage in front of him. One of their archers screamed in pain.

An arrow embedded hard into a tree branch above him with a thunk, followed shortly by a curse from someone he hadn't seen until now. A woman jumped from one side of the tree to the other and let loose another fireball, even bigger than the first one. The roar of the second explosion nearly masked the sound of steel on steel, and the last bandit falling to the ground with a wet gurgle.

The second bandit groaned as the Orc knelt over him, wearing that same vicious grin. "Just make it quick, will ya?" he wheezed.

"I always do," she whispered, as she drove one of Smitty's swords into his heart.

---

"I um..." Katsa fidgeted, shrugging her shoulders within her cowl. She and Val stood on the far side of the stream now. They'd had to relocate all their belongings away from the now raging brush fire. "I might have miscalculated slightly."

"Casualties of war," Val shrugged. "Nothing you can do about that." A minute passed in relative quiet, aside from the raging fire, before the shorter woman gasped.

"Oh my God," Katsa mumbled, touching her nose lightly. "Oh my God, that arrow was an inch from my face!"

Val smirked. "It's funny how you push that stuff back in the moment, and survival instincts kick in."

"Oh my God," Katsa repeated, hands shaking. "I could have died."

"That your first big brush with death?"

"Not exactly," Katsa quavered, her eyes distant and wide. "Holy shit."

"I know that look pretty well." The Orc grinned as she glanced sideways at the shorter blonde.

"Feels good to be alive, huh?" Both of them took a step back as a nearby tree cracked and shattered. "I uh," she said with a smirk. "I've got a little ritual after a day like this. If you want to join me?"

"What is it?" Katsa asked warily.

Val tugged at the drawstring of her pack, and pulled out a green bottle, wider than it was tall. "Souvet." Katsa nodded hesitantly, and Val dug deeper, coming back up a few seconds later with two cups of unequal size. "Bought this off some gnomes."

"Why do I get the small cup," Katsa complained, as Val poured some for both.

"You ever had souvet before?" Katsa shook her head, and Val continued. "'s a bit mild for my tastes when gnomes make it. Doesn't have that bite to it." Katsa gave the cup a curious sniff and frowned. Val held up her cup and waited for Katsa to match her. "Still standing!"

"Still standing," Katsa repeated, and they drained their cups together. The mage's eyes bulged as she fell into a fit of coughing, holding her chest through pained gasps of air. Val laughed.

"That's mild?!"

"Compared to how Orcs make it?" Val said, still chuckling. "Have another. The second one smoothes it out." Katsa nodded, still coughing, and held out her tiny cup. Val poured herself one, drank that while she poured one for Katsa, and then poured her third. "Bottom's up!"

"Still standing," Katsa wheezed. She squinted hard as she raised the cup to her lips again.

"Uhhgh," she said as she swallowed. "That is..."

"Better than okay," Val finished.

Katsa shook her head vigorously from side to side. "Second one was better," she said after a moment of introspection, and held out her cup again.

"Slow down, killer," Val chuckled. The shorter woman recoiled slightly. "I'm easily double your size."

"You are... big..." Katsa trailed off, blinking curiously.

"I think it's working." Val poured herself another cup full, drinking about half of it at once now.

"I could put that out yanno," she drawled, gesturing with her cup at the forest fire raging not so very far away. "With magic." The arcanist wiggled her fingers in the air, grinning. "Make the stream go Woooosh!"

"So why don't you?"

"I'm not ready yet," she demanded. "Why, are you rushing me?"

"Oh yeah," Val laughed, as she filled both of their cups again.. "It's working."

"There's a lot of perper... Perper?!" Katsa giggled and shook her head. "Preparation! There's a lot of preparation involved a lot of people don't know that," the arcanist mumbled in indignation.

"Still standing," Val shouted, as she slugged back another cup.

"Still sandan," Katsa slurred. She emptied her cup, and held it out for a refill. The two of them leaned back against a toppled tree trunk and watched the fire roar. The bottle ran closer and closer toward empty. "You really are big," she said, looking the Orc up and down as if for the first time.

"So you've said."

"So..." Val turned and raised her eyebrows while she waited for Katsa to finish. "Is it true what they say?"

"Is what true?"

"You know," Katsa giggled. "About Orc women." When that failed to elicit a response from the big Orc, Katsa extended her index finger and wiggled it in the air. "You know..."

"Oh," Val smirked, as she emptied the last of the bottle into her cup. "People say all kinds of crazy things."

"They do!" Katsa agreed, emphatically.

"Yanno, I've always found that when I wanna know something real bad, I've gotta go look for myself." Katsa blinked and nodded slowly, finding no flaw in the logic.

Val raised her arms up behind her on the trunk, and spread her legs slightly as the human nervously crouched down in front of her. Katsa could hardly believe herself as she crawled between the powerful legs, but curiosity had once again had her in it's grips. She'd always been powerless against her quest for knowledge, and this particular mystery proved no different. Unlacing Val's breaches took slightly longer, but not nearly as long as she'd thought it would take given how drunk she was.

"You are...big..." Val loved that reaction. "I don't think I could even get my mouth around it if I tried." Val loved that reaction too. "What do you call it?" Katsa whispered, as she curled her fingers around the flaccid length.

"I never named it," Val chuckled. She sucked her lip through her canines, a soft hiss escaping as she rested a hand on the blonde's head.

"No," Katsa said distractedly. The thick green flesh, fading to pink at the end, twitched in her hand. "That's a ssssss... pseudopenis?"

"Mmmhmmm," Val hummed, biting a little harder on her lip.

"So that's your clit in here?"

"Hey," Val whispered, as she reached down to cup the mages cheek. "How about no more questions right now?" She rolled her hips, brushing the heavy shaft against the pale woman's cheek.

"I... but I..." The mage trailed off, staring as the ridges along the sides became more prominent, flaring. The glans bobbed in the air, smearing a pearly drop against her cheek.

"I..."

"Turn around," the Orc purred throatily, sounding like a large and very dangerous cat.

Katsa shivered as the Orc pawed at her waistband, pulling the pants down her thighs. She looked back over her shoulder at the Orc, licking her lips nervously.

Val whistled in appreciation as she took in the delightful curves of the human's milky cheeks. She flexed her hand, toying with the idea of giving the woman a good spank. "Next time," she mumbled to herself. She used her feet to push Katsa's legs together, and settled down on her knees behind. Katsa gasped as the rigid length came to rest between her cheeks.

"Just so you know," Val said, grinding the ribbed pole against the shorter woman's ass, "there might have been a little something extra in the souvet."

"What?" Katsa whimpered. She looked back over her shoulder just as the Orc laid hands on her waist.

"It's just a little something," Val said, rolling her hip back until the glans pushed against her sex, "to help you loooooOOOOOOOOooooooooo"

"Fuuuuck," Katsa screamed, tucking her chin down against her chest.

"Good Fucking Gods, you're tight, " Val grunted. "And that was just the tip!"

"What?!"

"Lean forward," Val ordered, her teeth gritted tightly.

"Why?!"

Suddenly, the Orc bent forward. Katsa's arms collapsed under the weight, and she whimpered at the feel of Val's heavy breasts against her back.

"Because I said so," she growled.

Katsa's fingers raked through the dirt, looking for anything to hold on to as the Orc straightened up and grabbed her waist again. "Gods above, I've never fucked anything so tight." The bigger woman's fingers tightened around her, and she grunted as she pushed.

"Fuuck," Katsa whimpered, feeling each flare and ridge as she was stretched. She desperately tried to relax when every instinct in her body was screaming to tense. "Fuuuuck!"

"FuckinghellIcanfeelitwhenyougrunt," Val groaned, as she slid halfway inside the blonde.

"Grunt again!"

"What?!"

"Grunt again," Val roared.

Katsa had no trouble emptying her lungs in a guttural heave, and the big Orc shouted wordlessly in approval. Two more ridges slipped through, and Katsa had to blink away some very large tears.

"Hang on.. It's about... to get... thicker."

"Thicker?!" the human wailed.

Val gave a hard thrust, but the sweaty blonde slid forward through the grass. "I said hold on," Val snarled.

"To what?!" Katsa screamed over her shoulder.

"Fine, I'll do it," she growled.

Katsa gasped as the hands around her middle lifted her slightly. Her feet, face and shoulders were still touching the ground, but her knees were hovering in the air. Suddenly, the Orc's grip became steel, and she felt herself pulled backwards. Katsa screamed as her lips stretched around first one ridge thicker than the rest, and then another thicker still.

"Ahhhh," Val gasped. "It has been a while since I got that far into anything."

Katsa began to mewl wordlessly as she swayed in the air. Her modest bust was trying to escape through the top of her shirt. Her eyes rolled up behind her lids as the dirt began to accumulate beneath her well-trimmed fingernails.

Val groaned happily as she pushed her drooling cocksleeve up and down the length. Each Gods-blessed pull buried even the thickest parts inside of the woman, and the way she moaned in mind-numbed pleasure gave Val chills. Those moans ramped up dramatically as Val moved her faster. Fucked her faster. The ridges made a tiny staccato popping sound, though it was completely drowned out by the combined groans of the two women and the raging forest fire that was quickly spreading out away from them.

Faster and faster, Val pumped, and her hips began to work. It was as much push and pull as it was thrust and withdraw. Katsa's mouth hung slack, whimpering on the inhale and exhale both. On and on, the big green Orc pounded. The skin on the back of the human's thighs pinkened from the constant slapping. Another tree splintered and exploded, though neither of them noticed.

The Orc grunted hard, her teeth bared as she ramped up in both ferocity and speed. The human wailed below, utterly overwhelmed. Suddenly, Val lifted her up and fell back on her heels, and Katsa screamed as she was impaled. Hot fluid jetted against her core, and immediately began running out of her and down her thighs. Val hollared at the top of her lungs as she came, pinning the human tightly against her.

Katsa heaved and stared down herself. She could feel it dripping, trailing down her thighs.

She felt Val's breath on her neck a moment before the big woman spoke. "If I was a male," she whispered, "I'd have just put a little Orc in your belly. Would your Daddy have liked that?"

"Hnnngh fuck," Katsa whined, her cheeks flooding with color.

"Don't think he'd be too pleased with this either," Val chuckled, "judging by that blush."

Katsa's arms were weak as she reached down to grab her leggings. It was all she could to to hold them in place while she lifted one leg up and out, finally giving her the freedom to spread her legs. Her hair was damp with sweat as she ran her fingers through it.

"You little slut," the Orc grinned.

"Shut up and stay hard," Katsa gasped, as she looked back over her shoulder. She bit down hard on her lip as she rose up slowly out of Val's lap. "Fuck that's gonna hurt in the morning." She felt her cheeks burning as the flared shaft began to pull out, making lewd squelches at every ridge. More and more of the thin fluid poured out of her. "Gods, how much did you cum?"

"Not as much as I'm gonna," Val grunted, "if you keep that up!"

Katsa ran both hands through her short, wet hair, matting it down against her scalp as she lowered herself back down. Sweat covered her brow, and her tongue was alive with the salty taste of it. She slipped one hand down and massaged her clit. It took a while for her legs to find any strength, much less a rhythm, but eventually, she was bouncing up and down on Val's lap while the Orc leaned back and enjoyed the view of the her silhouette in front of the setting sun.

"Gods woman," Val grunted, appreciatively. The wet slap-slap-slap of their thighs echoed loudly now that the fire had burned through everything nearby it could reach, and was hungrily moving away in the dark to search for new fuel. She leaned forward slightly and slipped one hand against Katsa's groin. "Fuck, I can feel myself in there."

"Don't... Cum... Yet..." Katsa gasped. Her labored breathing matched her methodical rise and fall. She switched arms for the second time, her bicep and shoulder aching from exertion. "Not.. Yet... Fuck... Not... Yet.."

"Are you close?" Val strained.

"Yes... Yes... Yes..." Katsa gasped as the Orc grabbed her by the waist again, holding her in place in mid air, and then again even louder as Val began to thrust up at her. "Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes!! Yes!!" Her skull vibrated each time the woman crashed into her. "Yes!!" she screamed, as her fingers swiped furiously at her overstimulated clit. She threw back her head and cried out, feeling that sudden swell of fullness as the Orc hilted and exploded. She felt herself flagging as she drifted down from the dizzying high, and it was all she could do to lean herself to the side to fall off and away from the the bigger woman.

The last thing she remembered was watching Val stumble awkwardly toward the stream, her legs glistening in the moonlight.

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Val was still lying in the stream when Katsa awoke, the big Orc's lower half submerged in the flow while she laid sprawled out on the bank, snoring. The muscles in her own legs screamed from exhaustion; in fact, nearly every part of her ached. Her skin itched, and at the first attempt to scratch it, big flakes fell away. "That better wash off," she whined, as she flicked away another piece of Val's dried cum.

She scooped up her dirty clothes and her pot, and went and sat down next to Val. The Orc continued to snore softly while she rinsed and wrung out her leggings. Katsa frowned as she held them up and unfurled them. The embroidery looked clean, but there was so little room for error...

Val sputtered and flailed as the human upended the small pot over her head. She turned and spat out a mouthful of stream water, and then shielded her eyes as she looked up. "I probably deserved that," she said, blinking exaggeratedly as she wiped her face. "Can't remember why yet. You're still here though," she said with a grin.

Katsa arched an eyebrow and frowned. "Do not..." she shouted, reaching down to poke Val hard in the chest. "Slip me..." she continued, jabbing even harder. "Drugs!" Both of them naked from the waist down, knee deep in cool water.

"You're still here," Val repeated, grinning wider. She absently scratched at her cock, smirking when Katsa averted her eyes in embarrassment.

The human grumbled under her breath. "Wipe that smug grin off your face. I have no intention of making a habit out of last night."

"So," Val said, spreading her legs further apart, "is that your way of asking to travel together?"

"I... thought it would be prudent to travel in numbers. For safety reasons," she added quickly, as an afterthought. She folded her arms over her chest and nodded. "Yes. Safety."

"Safety. Sure," Val smirked, as she twisted and lifted herself out of the water. "Wouldn't want someone to come along and ravage your tight little... well... not so tight after last night." Katsa squeaked indignantly, her mouth agape.

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"And so, our two adventurers set off together, newfound allies in search of danger and fortune. United by the hand of the fates themselves, untold greatness awaited them on their journey. The amazonian Orc paused, turning with a gleam in her eye and-"

"I know you're out there," Val shouted. "I can smell you!"

"Fuck," the Narrator whined, as he ducked and scampered back the way he'd come. Val glared at the treeline for a moment before turning back to Katsa and offered her an apologetic shrug. The two set off down the trail.

Continued in Chapter 2

 

Portraits of Val and Katsa by SkullTitti at HentaiFoundry

 

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