The Disappearance of the Orc and the Red Bear
"Why isn't he coming..."
It had already been several days. No matter when the orc might show up, she'd prepared herself to greet him without panic. She'd even been diligent with her enemas in case he decided to claim her ass pussy again. Every night, she lay on her bed waiting for him—but not even the goblin who followed him had come looking for her.
"That wicked bastard... This time he's trying to make me anxious by abandoning me like this! I'm not falling for it, oiiiink♥"
To soothe the emptiness in her lonely ass pussy, she plugged it with the dildo the orc had left behind. Day after day like this—
Huff huff... woof woof!
The next day, wondering if the orc might be hiding in the camp watching her, she wandered the unit naked with the perception-altering necklace around her neck, just like last time, searching for him.
Hnnng... I'm walking around the camp naked♥
The day after that, she stepped out of her tent with the necklace on, ran straight to the soldiers to bask in their fondling hands, then hid between tents and strolled around with it off.
She spent days recreating exactly what she'd done with the orc, trying to comfort herself that way—but as the saying goes, a thief who's learned late doesn't know when dawn breaks. Sylvia felt an oddly unfillable satisfaction, craving ever greater stimulation. Today, she decided to push herself even further.
Gulp.
Without even wearing the perception-altering necklace she always kept on for outdoor fondling sessions, Sylvia stepped out of her tent.
Swish.
There weren't even any sentries. Matching their shift changes one by one would be a hassle anyway, and as their commander, she just had to say no guards at her tent and that was that. Sticking only her face out to scan the surroundings, Sylvia swallowed hard once more before stepping fully outside.
"Kuhuh...♥"
The surprising part was that right now, her hands were bound behind her back, and a dildo was lodged deep in her ass pussy. If anyone saw her like this, she might not be able to do a thing and get ravished on the spot. That dizzying thrill was one of the finest delicacies for Sylvia.
She had no intention of sneaking between tents like before. Today, she planned to slink even more boldly along the main paths through the camp.
"You orc bastard..."
Bzzz—!
"Hnnnnght♥"
She stealthily turned on the dildo and took soft, delicate steps. A chilly breeze wrapped around Sylvia's body.
"Ahh..."
To ordinary eyes, it was just the wind—nothing special. But for the highest-ranking officer in a camp housing thousands of troops to wander naked, exposed to that breeze on her skin... Sylvia could turn even a bug flying past her into ecstasy. Step by step, she advanced—
Thud thud thud.
Thud thud thud.
"Patrol!"
At the sound of footsteps from the corner ahead, Sylvia boldly made a loud noise on purpose before ducking roughly into a nearby tent. Unlike hers, this was a soldiers' barrack where five or six men huddled together just to sleep—nothing more, nothing less. For her naked self to slip inside?
Hnnght♥
Sylvia's body trembled as she rubbed her thighs together desperately. And right beneath her legs was the head of a soundly sleeping soldier. If even a drop of her pussy juice leaked out now, waking him would be the least of her worries—the whole camp would buzz with rumors about her.
They say Isis's warrior is worse than a whore, spreading her legs and sneaking into men's tents...
Given her position, every one of her depraved acts would link to dire consequences. Panting as she imagined that future, Sylvia gasped for breath. Normally she'd cover her mouth, but with her hands self-bound, that was impossible. Of course, she could untie them anytime since she'd done it herself—but if she wanted to untie easily, why bind them at all?
In this situation where she couldn't even stifle her own moans, the patrol's footsteps halted right in front of her tent.
The sound came from here, right?
'Oh!'
Did we hear wrong?
No, I definitely heard it. Sounded like a woman's voice.
Pfft, come on—in a place full of burly men, where would a woman come from?
Yeah, right? But just in case, let's check the tent—
Whoosh—!
"!!"
Sylvia's body froze mid-thigh-rub at the patrol's voices. The sound of a nearby tent flap opening reached her. Then another, and another—Sylvia collapsed right there, ass on the ground.
What do I do? Untie my hands? Or lie down among the soldiers and hide?
Her eyes darted frantically, but before she could decide, she spotted a hand grabbing the flap of her tent. Sylvia could only stare at the entrance, frozen.
Please... please...
Did her prayer work?
Damn it, let's go!
Man, you're so nagging!
The hand that had seemed ready to fling the flap open withdrew. Sylvia let out a sigh of relief.
Whew.
She'd barely been out, couldn't get caught already. Now if the patrol would just move on...
"Nngh... what the hell."
"!!"
A voice came from right below her. Why? How? He'd been sleeping fine until now—
Looking down in a panic, she saw:
"So sticky..."
Oh no!
Her sticky pussy juice had dripped onto the soldier's face—god knows when. To lose control over even this much!
A blunder...! Can't even clench properly...!
This wasn't a knight's mistake. It was her failure to control her own slutty pussy. Sylvia prayed the soldier wouldn't wake, even as she wanted to show him—spreading her legs a little wider slyly.
What would he see if he opened his eyes? Her face? Or her lewdly drooling pussy?
"Haaa...♥"
Exciting. Her heart pounded. But it's not enough...
This wasn't the thrill she craved.
What am I missing?
She'd done exactly what the orc did. Let him play with her ass, sucked his huge cock, masturbated secretly in the showers, exposed herself outdoors while whimpering from her pussy. Right now, with a dildo in her ass pussy, she even insulted the orc knowing it'd activate it—and did so anyway.
What was left of what he'd done to her? Pissing in the latrine? Would that quench this thirst?
"...I'm sick of it."
Her pussy juice, leaking like a faucet, had dried up and stopped. Sylvia stood.
She knew the patrol had passed; no point staying. Even pissing here would just be pissing—nothing more.
So Sylvia returned to her tent. And then—
Squelch squelch squelch squelch—
"Haa...♥ Haa... Pussy, love pussy...♥ More...♥"
Just like the past few days, nose buried in the bear pelt the orc left, furiously plunging her pussy.
"Nnghaaaak! Deeper, deeper! Why, why won't you come...! Ahn♥"
Fingers in her front pussy, dildo in her rear—lost in frenzied masturbation. No matter what else she did, she always ended up rolling on the tent floor hugging this bear pelt.
"C-cumming cumming cumming, cum... cum..."
Suddenly irritable, Sylvia yanked the dildo from her ass pussy and flung it away.
Thud.
It rolled limply across the floor. Sighing at it, all the heated moans from moments ago had vanished like a storm.
"Couldn't cum today either..."
Several days now. Why couldn't she? And why wouldn't the orc come for her?
She masturbated alone, wandered naked, even pissed on herself and drank it, turning herself into her own perfectly cooked meal—yet he didn't come.
Unable to grasp why, she could only sigh.
Why wouldn't he come?
Did I rebel too much?
Snapping back at him constantly, ignoring his commands for submission, spewing insults—he'd probably gotten fed up too.
That thought brought back memories of his daily training of her body. Bursting in to torment her nipples, making her go about duties with a dildo plugged in to tease her, forcing her to suck his cock in the showers—
Pffft.
"Hnnght... Cummingggg♥"
Her body, which hadn't cum no matter how she plunged and caressed, climaxed in an instant. Sylvia collapsed to her knees.
"Is it really over?"
Their bet, wagering everything between them. Right—she'd had no real relation to him. Just chained by the wager of subordinate versus mortal stakes, gasping only as he commanded and forced her.
Oh, this is bad. That was my last resort. I lost the bet, so I'm as good as dead.
"Last resort..."
She'd thought it a lie to deceive her, but was it real?
Her thoughts reached there, and overlooked words resurfaced.
Especially:
I'll be in the small cave at the base of the peak. I'll wait days for you to come.
"He's waiting for me."
Yes, it was all the orc's fault. Even this damned Lewd Curse tattooed on her belly. Making her lewdly aroused at random, turning whatever he did—pissing on her or anything—into joy. This fucking Lewd Curse!
She wasn't some easy or slutty woman to begin with!
"The release condition was definitely killing him."
The curser said so; it must be true. Find the orc, kill him—freed from the Lewd Curse, her subordinates would return, no orc enemy means the peak conquered naturally. All problems solved.
Without the Lewd Curse, she'd return to her true self!
As Sylvia reached for her sword—
Really? Will this truly solve everything?
The words of that pinkish woman she'd met before echoed in her head.
"Yes, that accursed curse of yours will soon be exposed as mere nonsense. And this Lewd Curse making me aroused..."
Really? You think it's all the Lewd Curse's fault?
"What? What are you saying now? Didn't you say back then that once the Lewd Curse was etched, I'd think only of that orc and go into heat?!"
Sylvia even remembered exactly what she'd said.
Once the Lewd Curse is etched, you'll go into heat anytime, anywhere! Obsessed endlessly with that stud!
The pinkish woman seemed to recall, saying:
Mmm, yeah, that's right. You remember well. But you know what's funny?
"?"
Do you go into heat seeing a passing goblin?
"As if."
What about a son or horse? See one and suddenly crave sticking their cock in?
"Of course not! Whatever your point, just spit it out!"
The pinkish woman giggled, then continued.
Exactly. That's normal. Humans don't go into heat for monsters—that's the norm. Like, we see dogs fucking on the street; we don't go join them, right?
"So what are you getting at?!"
You still don't get this Lewd Curse's purpose?
"What?"
It's literally a curse on the Isis women: to be defiled and tortured to death by monsters they shouldn't even desire. Not for you to surrender to an orc, enjoy every pleasure, then kill him with an 'ah, time to die!' Not like that!
"Wh-what...?"
No matter how your body heats up and your mind fixates, do you think it's sane for a human to yield to a monster just because you're horny?
"Wrong! I was forcibly taken, that's why! I—"
Really? Then why didn't you use the sword right there every time?
"The orc took it from me!"
How'd he get stronger then? You had the edge at first.
"Th-that..."
How? Didn't I tell you before? This Lewd Curse links eternal mating: when one harbors lust or affection for the other, the target gains power from it. I told you the day you fled the peak.
"Uh...?"
That meant every time she met him, he'd casually disarm her because her lustful thoughts for him converted to his power via their link?
"Th-then he must've lusted for me too—why didn't I grow?!"
Of course you grew. But what if it's one-sided?
"What do you... mean..."
The one who falls first loves deeper—ah, story's veering off; feels like it'll spill forbidden truths casually.
The pinkish woman pressed on anyway.
Back to the point: know why this curse is designed this way? Body goes into uncontrollable heat. Stay quiet alone, and your mind fixates on that monster. Lust overflows, but only he satisfies it. Want to kill him, but he grows from your lust. Can't kill him! Activation condition? Defeated by a non-human. But you lost then too—and he keeps growing from the curse. How win? Drives you mad. Can't win, want to kill but can't, hate seeing him but curse makes you obsess, body in agony but can't yield. Think: I feel nothing for goblins. Yet body heats at sight, mind fixates. Sex with others doesn't help. So fuck the goblin to relieve? Even strongest mind cracks under this dilemma repeated. That's the curse's goal: go mad and die, or die in the monster's arms defiling you till the end. Simple, right? Not made for you to moan in ecstasy with a monster. Got it?
In short: the moment she met the orc and clashed fists, she'd lost her heart to him. But raised human, her values and prejudices denied her abnormal lust. Seeing the Lewd Curse on her belly, she grasped excuses to deny it.
Wrong?
"No..."
No way...
Sylvia shook her head, as if chasing the pinkish woman from her mind.
"Lies! All your scheme! Can't fool me!"
Really?
"I-I..."
Tears welled in Sylvia's eyes. She grabbed the bear pelt from her bed, draped it haphazardly over herself, snatched her sword in its sheath, and bolted outside.
"Can't accept it! Won't! This sword ends it today!"
Racing toward the place the orc mentioned, a pinkish woman appeared behind her with a swish, watching her back.
Gazing at her fading form, the woman sighed in relief, then as if remembering something:
Hmm... With her gone, only the mother, Veronica, remains for Isis... No! Isis ends with her anyway, so no reason for me to stay. But damn, she truly has Isis blood—eyes rolling for a non-human just like the founder...
A gust blew, and the commander's flag swayed lonely—as if no one had been there.
And then:
"He's not here!!!! You damned orc!!!! Where are you!!!!!"