Naked in the Orc's Arms: Silveryia's Walk of Shame
Silveryia couldn't even mount a proper resistance before she found herself clutched against the Orc's body. "L-let go of me!" To think that she, who had been the perfect knight (until the Orc showed up), was now nestled in the arms of her sworn enemy! And not just any embrace, but the kind every woman in the capital dreamed of experiencing at least once in her life(?)
"This... this is humiliating. This is...!" Not some handsome prince or dashing hero, but being cradled by this rugged, orcish brute! The sticky sensation of his revolting semen coating her body—dripping down her flawless curves—was bad enough, but now she'd been reduced to being carried like some precious object! The cloying scent of night-blooming flowers assaulting her nose, the iron-hard grip of his thick forearms around her waist and thighs, and right before her eyes, the Orc grinning lewdly down at her. The unholy alliance of smell, touch, and sight formed a maddening Bermuda Triangle that brought tears welling up in Silveryia's eyes.
And from those eyes—still beautiful despite being smeared with his milky seed—tears of pure humiliation streamed down alongside the semen. But the Orc paid no mind, gazing at his bodily-fluid-drenched prize with pitiful disdain.
"Hmph, you're filthy. Ugh, that pungent night-flower stink."
"You made me filthy!"
"When your pet dog gets this messy, it's the owner who takes the blame."
"Listen to me!"
"Can't even train her properly, and housebreaking's something you take slow anyway, but this level of filth is a pre-training issue. Yeah, that's right, no doubt about it."
"Hey!"
As Silveryia's temper flared at the Orc ignoring her completely and spouting whatever nonsense suited him, he flashed a sleazy grin and said,
"Time for a bath, my little pup."
"What?"
Had she heard that right? As Silveryia tried to process his words in her head, the Orc scooped her up tighter and strode out of the tent.
"You idiot! Stop—mmph!!"
She could scream her lungs out inside the tent, even masturbate for all it mattered, but the moment they stepped outside—especially here, where she was the only woman among nothing but men—her voice would draw massive attention, intended or not. Knowing this full well, Silveryia clamped her own hand over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut in desperation.
The instant torchlight flickered into view outside, she imagined the horror of the guards at her tent catching sight of her, and her pussy leaked sticky arousal fluid.
"?"
To fantasize about being caught by the soldiers—covered in the Orc's cum, cradled in his massive arms—and gush like this? Silveryia couldn't harm the Orc in any way right now, nor did she have the power to refuse, but did normal people squirt just from that? He was probably thinking, 'Maybe this bitch doesn't even need breaking in.' Expecting shocked gasps from the soldiers, Silveryia waited... and waited, but nothing happened. Cautiously, she cracked her eyes open.
"Huh?"
No sentries. What was going on? As she frantically scanned around, the Orc whispered in her ear like he'd been waiting for this.
"It's shift change right now. Won't take long—maybe two, three minutes before the next watch shows up? Wanna just wait here?"
"!!"
Wait? Here? She was stark naked. Being held by the Orc was secondary; she was naked. Forget the monster in a place monsters shouldn't be—exposing her bare body to the others in camp? 'N-no! Even if... I don't want anyone else seeing me like this!'
"Haa... haa... ♥"
Her mind recoiled in disgust, but her body—addicted to the forbidden thrill she'd indulged in all day—was already betraying her will. Her breaths came in hot gasps, and the moment they'd exited the tent, her pussy had started drooling love juices. Now they trailed down her ass crack like a spider spinning its lewd web, dripping onto the Orc's feet.
Sensing the obscene slickness on his toes, the Orc whispered in her ear,
"You're a hopeless exhibitionist pervert, aren't you?"
"Sh-shut up! Haa... haa..."
Her body brutally honest even as she snapped back, Silveryia flushed crimson and squirmed in his arms, demanding to be put down.
"What the hell are you thinking? Why'd you come outside?!"
"Told you, pup. Bath time."
"What?"
"Bath time."
"Th-there's no such place! In a battlefield where water's precious, who'd make a spot for washing? Knights use water spirit magic at best!"
"...You're more of an airhead than I thought?"
"..."
"Count yourself lucky you got caught by an Orc like me."
"Sh-shut up!"
Silveryia's face burned even redder, like a volcano ready to erupt. Anyway, the Orc strode forward confidently, still cradling her.
"N-nooo!"
The direction he was heading? Straight toward the cooks. It was prime dinner-prep time! Her struggles intensified, her expressions shifting wildly. Her earlier fantasies were just that, but now, naked against the chill night breeze, she snapped back to being the knight Silveryia—not the lewd one. Proof? The lewd curse tattoo on her lower belly was glowing...
"You got multiple personalities or something?"
"What?"
"Nah, no prejudice here. Some folks have four."
Shrugging like it was no big deal—"I'm used to it"—Silveryia stared at him in disbelief before thrashing wildly in his arms.
"Back to the tent!"
"Nah, I wanna give you a bath. And more importantly, you still don't get your place."
"What?"
"That title thing—having to order you to call me 'Master'? It's annoying as hell."
"S-sorry! B-but that's because you..."
"..."
The Orc walked on silently as soldiers' voices drifted closer to her ear.
"S-stop! I'll call you! I will, so please!"
"Heh, the little dickheads are in for a show today."
Ignoring her pleas, the Orc sauntered on slowly—keeping her from bolting on foot, psychologically cornering her. One tent away now. But Silveryia knew: past that was the mess hall.
"I could just run, but what about you?"
As the Orc moved to pass the tent to see what she'd do, she blurted,
"M-Master!"
He stopped dead.
"Master, Master, please... I'll call you properly now, so have mercy just this once!"
Not from pleasure or command, but her own will—calling him Master was utter humiliation. Still, she didn't want the men seeing her pathetic state, so she clung to his neck, chanting it desperately. Would this work? As despair sank in,
"Get the title right, or you're nude modeling right here. Watch yourself."
"Plus, even I don't love my cum all over you," he added, turning back and slipping between the densely packed tents for cover. Just then, the cooks announced chow time, and a dozen soldiers passed right where they'd been—separated by a single tent, barely brushing past.
"So, where's the shower?"
"O-over there... ♥"
—Piece of cake. I've got the upper hand on this bitch. Glancing down with smug satisfaction, the Orc clicked his tongue at Silveryia, now pissing herself yellow. Seriously, does she even need training? He headed the way she pointed.
He tried to, anyway—until dinner hour hit and tents erupted with soldiers pouring out.
—What's for dinner?
—Beef stir-fry.
—Fuck yeah.
Dozens, hundreds of footsteps thundered past. Luckily, the tents faced away from each other, keeping the Orc and Silveryia out of sight. Ducking low to avoid eyes, he addressed his bundle:
"See? Why take the hard road when the easy one's right there?"
"Hnggg..."
"Oh dear."
Just the nearby soldiers had nearly made her piss; now with them on both sides, Silveryia gave up and fainted.
"Goddamn it, even in this she gets off? Screw the geas—this girl's a natural slut, isn't she?"
Like some xianxia color demon, but doubts crept in that he was overdoing it. Tapping her semen-dripping cheek, he roused the near-exhausted girl.
"Hey."
"..."
"Fucking hell."
Grumbling, the Orc dumped the girl he'd been carrying.
—Splat!
"Hauk!"
Into a puddle of her piss, her juices, and his semen coating her body, the silver lily fell. Even unconscious, the lewd stench made her tremble.
Sighing deeply at the sight, the Orc said,
"I was saving this for later, but the best way to wake a fainted person is a splash of water, right? Problem is, I don't have any."
Well, now he did. With those words, a yellow stream poured onto Silveryia's body—from her toes up, soaking her pussy, belly, tits, and finally,
"Hey, get up quick, or I dunno what'll happen next?"
The Orc's piss splashed the face of the beauty hailed as a kingdom-toppling stunner. Especially—on purpose?—around her slack, gaping mouth. As she stirred awake, he figured that was enough and started turning the stream away.
"Glub?! Huh? Eh heh, ehehe... glug glug"
Until she stuck out her tongue and started lapping it up.
"This girl... she's a total natural lewd maso."
Doubt turned to certainty. "Gotta respect her tastes," he thought, pissing straight into her mouth until he was done. And Silveryia's throat bobbed right up until his stream ran dry.