Dodging Soldiers in the Reeking Afterglow
As time dragged on—following what felt like an eternal torrent of orc piss—the stream finally tapered off. Silveryia Isis's eyes sharpened with clarity as she gulped it down like water. What the hell did you feed me...!
No matter how dazed she'd been, the lingering taste of piss and cum on her lips, the acrid stench assaulting her nose alongside that nocturnal floral hint, made it all too clear what she'd endured. Her face flushed crimson, as if the inevitable humiliation had finally sunk in. She opened her mouth to shriek you bastard! at the orc—but then eek...?! The voices of soldiers all around her froze her solid. She slapped a hand over her mouth and dropped to a crouch right there.
They were between tents and barracks, but gaps everywhere offered glimpses of the troops. If luck soured, any one of them could spot her and the orc at any second. Fortunately, their position was decent, and with dinner hour distracting the men, no eyes turned their way. But the female warrior, fresh from the abyss of ecstasy, wasn't chancing a cooldown(?). Clutching her heaving breasts and crotch, she crept forward stealthily, desperate to escape.
Earlier, she'd lost herself to the orc's rhythm without realizing it. But now? Different story. He'd set her down, so if she bolted like a flying squirrel...
"Like hell," he said. Thud! "Eek?! D-don't push me!! Hngh?!"
Whether he read her mind or not, she shot him a venomous glare as he nudged her along, then clamped her mouth shut and darted behind the next tent. The orc loomed blankly behind her, his rock-hard cock jutting out like a handle. She yanked it like a leash, dragging him into cover. She's sensitive, sure, but this much?
The orc kneaded her sweat-slicked, voluptuous tits as he whispered close. "Heh, what's this? Pulled me in begging for a squeeze?"
"Sh-shut up! I swear a soldier locked eyes with me when I yelled! And quit groping my tits—hiiing!"
Her sharp senses didn't fail her. Sure enough, voices drifted from nearby.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Uh... I think I just saw a knockout babe here? Like, naked knockout."
"You're nuts. Where's a girl like that gonna come from?"
"For real, asshole! Looked just like Lady Silveryia!"
"Bullshit. You're so pussy-starved you're hallucinating. Why would a babe like that be stripped bare around here?"
"How the fuck should I know? That's why I'm checking it out!"
"!"
Silveryia jolted. Coming? Here? Now? Her eyes darted wildly. She was caked in fluids—his, hers, all of it. Filthy enough for slum beggars to point and call her a dirty whore. No way she'd let them see her like this. The orc behind her was more than enough witness.
Wh-what am I even thinking?! They'd met days ago, and he was her sworn enemy! Glaring daggers at the orc's lecherous grin from behind, she ground her teeth and stomped his toes with her heel.
The orc, mistaking it for cute tantrum, mauled her water-balloon tits like crazy, then zeroed in on her secretly stiffening nipples. "Quit it— not here!"
"What's wrong with here? Tits this perfect? Only weird if I don't grope 'em."
And with footsteps approaching—the very soldier who'd eyed her— this oblivious orc tormented her nips like it was someone else's problem. "Hnngh...! P-pinch... nooo...!"
He had a fetish for knights, alright. In under three days, he'd mapped her erogenous zones, knew exactly how to wring lewd moans from her, the precise pressure to make her crumple. Proof? She twisted her thighs, face burning, but not a peep escaped—up or down.
"S-stop! What if we get caught?!"
"Then be sneakier so we don't."
"You devil! Hngh... d-don't flick...!"
Already gagged by circumstance, now doubly tortured by this fiend. Tense as hell, yet horrified as her lewd juices trickled down her thighs again, she prayed the soldier stayed away.
But—
"Check this out—smells like something died!"
"Huh? Yeah... reeks."
"Right? Like a brothel whore in heat, pussy juice everywhere!"
They sniffed her arousal and swarmed closer out of curiosity—but Silveryia reeled for a different reason.
Whore?
"Heh, feeling it even now? Not wrong, then."
"Shut it!"
Whore? She, top knight of the kingdom, daughter of Veronica Isis? Tears welled, fury at her own arousal boiling over—yet the orc hugged her filth unperturbed, and her eyes widened.
"They never said anything wrong to begin with."
"What nonsense..."
"You're my personal whore for life anyway. What's to worry?"
"Wha—?!"
His personal whore? Me? Even covered in muck like this, he embraced her without hesitation, claimed her as his. He's insane. And with her heart pounding in this mess... Am I losing it too? His brutish orc face wasn't some pretty prince's, but those warrior-hard muscles cradled her soft and warm. Face aflame, she forced a poker face and muttered:
"...Don't make me laugh, you idiot. Won't happen. Dream on."
"Gyahaha, too bad!"
"More importantly, you don't wanna get caught either. Got a plan?"
"Need one?"
"Huh?"
So nonchalant. As Silveryia tilted her head in his arms, feeling him(?), the soldiers' steps closed in. From her orc-clutched vantage, she spotted boot tips. One more step, and their pathetic sight would be exposed!
But—
"Fuck!"
"Ugh, piss stink! Some asshole pissed here like a toilet!"
"No bitches! No way—crazy fucker was too lazy for the latrine!"
"But I swear I saw... misread it?"
The troops recoiled from her piss reek, retreating. Silveryia finally exhaled in relief.
Whore, piss bucket... what's next?
How far would she fall? Virginity? He'd rip it like paper if he wanted. Undefeated knight honor? Gone. She'd trashed her own human worth with her own hands.
If this keeps going... what becomes of me?
After all this, could she stay human? A deeper dread loomed than soldiers spotting her body—fear she'd never reclaim humanity.
Too much, too fast. Her mind tangled worse than anyone's, emotions uncontained.
Then—"Haht!"
The orc hugging her groped her tits and pussy, buried his nose in her nape, and sniffed deep.
"Wh-what're you doing! Why do you love sniffing so much?!"
"Why? It's all from me. So what?"
My stuff...
Gruff reply, then he hoisted her arm like a doll's and sniffed her pit. Silveryia stared a beat, then said:
"Must be nice..."
"What?"
"Living without a thought."
"Praise?"
"Yeah. Highest I can muster for you."
"Ho? Should I say 'honored'?"
He released her, striking a mock knight salute. She snorted—then he added:
"Anyway, lead to the showers. You reek."
"..."
I was a fool to think nice of him even briefly! Silveryia crept on, shielding tits and crotch.
Behind, near-misses with soldiers aplenty. A stallion once went berserk at her pussy scent, nearly charging them—but no disasters. Just more proof for the orc's pet theory: 'Silveryia Water Spirit Hypothesis.' Now hands-free on her shame, she marched ahead, hips swaying her plump ass. Screw bets—fuck her to death? Life-or-death dilemma brewing—
"Here."
Silveryia whispered, scouting carefully.
"Looks like every other tent?"
"If grunts knew brass showered here, they'd sneak peeks. Gotta dodge suspicion."
"Armies are the same everywhere—brass gets perks."
He meant it.