Bread for the Orc, Exhaustion for the Heroine
"It just smelled bad, so they ordered me not to open my mouth."
"Th-that's..."
At the orc's words, Annie felt a pang in her chest. In truth, she was an orphan herself, living a life not much different from a slave. Up until now, her young age had spared her the worst treatment, but someday she might cross paths with another creepy guest like last time and suffer the same indignity.
The villagers generally treated her kindly, but they were still outsiders. They weren't overflowing with justice to rescue her easily from rough adventurers, nor were they strong enough to do so. Unless it was a weirdo like Aisha, no one would save her if something awful happened.
Annie had been feeling her precarious situation more acutely lately. Was that why? Even though she'd only felt fear when she first saw the orc before her, now she felt a strange sense of camaraderie... Or maybe it was guilt for judging him based on prejudice just moments ago.
Annie wrinkled her nose cutely with exaggerated gestures and said, "Smell? I don't smell anything..."
"..."
She'd meant it as a joke, but the orc didn't react at all, leaving Annie embarrassed and flushing red as she said, "Um... what's your name?"
"...Nerka."
"Mr. Nerka, then. I'm Annie."
The employers hadn't even bothered to ask his name, but Annie—a mere waitress at a small inn—heard it first. The one who'd told the orc slave Nerka not to open his mouth because he stank, and to stay a certain distance away, was of course the female mage, Piria.
Piria had tormented Nerka the entire journey from the capital. She seemed to find the mere fact of breathing the same air as an orc utterly repulsive. If the party had been all men, they wouldn't have needed a porter at all. In fact, most of the luggage Nerka was carrying was Piria's.
To enter the barren lands and reach the Demon King's Castle, they'd have to camp in the desert for days even at top speed. Piria must have hated that more than death, because she'd prepared extravagantly for camping—which ultimately required hiring an orc porter. This was already a compromise; originally, she'd wanted to bring a wagon.
Unfortunately for her, wagons couldn't traverse the mostly desert barren lands. Hiring an orc slave was the best option. The absolute best would have been bringing a male mage, but for some reason from higher up, the only volunteer from the Magic Tower was Piria.
"Um, Mr. Nerka. Here..."
"..?"
Annie held something out to Nerka. It was bread. Dry and unappetizing-looking, but definitely fresh—not leftovers.
Nerka accepted it silently.
"I figured scraps wouldn't be enough for you... Well, I'll be going now..!"
"..."
Nerka stared quietly in the direction Annie had gone, then took a bite of the bread she'd given him. The hard bread crumbled easily under his massive molars.
...
"Hwaaaang!! Minwoo..! Minwoooo..!!"
The sound of flesh slapping flesh mingled with one female's wail, harmonizing into a symphony. Minwoo thought it sounded wonderful and picked up the tempo even more.
'Beasts are perfect for doggy style, after all..!'
"Haaang!! Hwaaaang!!"
Minwoo had already been entangled with Aisha for hours. He'd tried every position over that time, but concluded doggy style felt best with her. Treating her—a beastkin and former strong hero—like a mere bitch and pounding her mercilessly gave him immense catharsis.
Minwoo gripped Aisha's ponytail with his right hand and her tail with his left, shaking his hips wildly like he was riding a horse with reins in hand.
"Hwanyaang..!? T-the tail, nooo..! Hyaaang..!!"
"A former hero can't even handle this? Endure it, Aisha!"
"Th-that's..! Hnya aaang!!"
Watching Aisha's voice turn more cat-like, Minwoo thrust even harder. The teasing massage phase was over. Now, he was just a beast in heat, pistoning madly—that was his sole mission.
"Minwooo..!! I can't take anymore..! Hyaaang!! I can't hold out..!! Please forgive me now..!!"
"Forgive you? Aisha, have you done something wrong to me? If so, spit it out!"
With those words, Minwoo flipped Aisha onto her side, grabbed one leg as a brace, and resumed pistoning. Side-lying position. His go-to for pace control. Though he didn't need it now—it was purely consideration for her.
"Hnyaang!! T-truth is... I lied to you, Minwoo..! Hyaaang!! It wasn't pain... I was in heat..!! I lied because I was embarrassed..!!"
"Hoo..."
Like a child sobbing under parental discipline, confessing what he already knew—Aisha was utterly adorable, Minwoo thought. She was definitely too good to eat and discard.
"In heat, huh? Perfect timing. Has it eased up now?"
"Y-yes..! It's enough..!! So let me rest now..!! Haaaaang..!!"
"I see. But what to do? I'm not satisfied yet..."
"Th-that's... Hiiing!?"
Smack!
When Minwoo slapped Aisha's ass hard with his palm, her body convulsed, clenching tighter. Amused by the reaction, he repeated it several times.
Smack! Smack!
"Hwaaang!! S-sorry..!! Sorry for lying..!!"
Seeing Aisha involuntarily use polite speech to apologize, Minwoo awakened to his own sadistic instincts. His endless stamina and vitality might be from becoming a demon, but his erotic nature was purely his own.
...
"Alright, let's move out!"
With knight Randel's declaration, the scouting party left the inn. It was just a one-night stay for final preparations before entering the barren lands.
"Um, Mr. Nerka!"
"?"
As the party prepared to depart, a girl approached the orc slave standing far at the rear. Annie.
"Here... it's nothing special, but take it. Food's hard to find in the barren lands, right?"
"..."
Orc slave Nerka stared blankly at the small pouch Annie offered, then took it.
"Hey, orc! Hurry up! Wanna die?"
Piria's shout came from behind. But Nerka showed no urgency, pulling something from his bosom and handing it to Annie.
"This is..?"
"Wear it around your neck. It'll protect you."
"Ah..! Um..!"
Before Annie could even say thanks, Nerka walked away. Any more delay, and who knew how Piria would torment him. Maybe it was already too late.
"What... is this?"
Annie stared dazedly at Nerka's retreating back, then examined the item. It was a crude necklace. Far from elegant, a rough cord woven from what looked like plant stems held a single odd item: a large fang.
"Hehe..."
Not refined or luxurious, but that made it unlikely to be stolen. No one would think a gift from a mere orc slave had magic, but his words—"it'll protect you"—warmed her. Smiling, Annie hung the necklace around her neck and returned to the inn.
...
"Huuuk... Hiiut..."
Minwoo chuckled softly from the bed's edge, watching Aisha sprawled limply on the bed, twitching all over. For fun, he smacked her ass hard—smack!—but she only whimpered "Hiiik..." without reacting much.
It was understandable. They'd gone at it from dawn till dusk without rest. Even a trained martial artist like her couldn't avoid total exhaustion.
"Hmm... the sun's already setting."
Glancing out the window, Minwoo suddenly craved a smoke. Back on Earth, he'd only smoked in the military, but in this world, he oddly wanted one after long sessions.
The post-sex cigarette's allure was a flavor unknown to his virgin former self—natural, then.
"Hmm... did I go too hard?"
Minwoo turned to check on Aisha. She'd collapsed from the marathon. Battle stamina and sex stamina apparently differed. Still fresh thanks to his incubus body, Minwoo pitied pushing her further.
"Wonder how things are with the viscount. Night's fallen—time to check."
Most man-woman history happens at night. Only a day since hypnotizing Selton Viscount and Line like Cupid, but at that intimacy, progress might be swift.
"Stamina test's done. Time to check the new experiment's results?"
Minwoo threw on clothes casually and left Aisha behind. Her sweat-, fluid-, and semen-soaked white skin gleamed, reflecting the shattered moonlight.