With his contract signed and the journey ahead, Garrok granted himself one last indulgence before returning to the dangers of the wild—a feast, a drink, and the rare pleasure of good company.

  Pushing his plate aside with a satisfied sigh, he leaned back, eyes soft beneath the flickering lamplight. "That was a damn fine meal."

  Across the table, Tink grinned, swirling the last of her mead. "You really do know how to enjoy yourself."

  "As should anyone with sense," Garrok replied, his lips quirking into a smile.

  Nearby, at a quieter table, sat Elysia—the half-elf guild receptionist. Her golden hair caught the hearth's glow, framing the elegant curve of her pointed ears. She watched them with that familiar ease, green eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.

  "It's been some time since I've shared a meal with company," Garrok admitted, glancing between the two women. "Aside from my wolves, that is. This is… pleasant."

  Tink raised her cup. "To life. To good company. And to the next adventure."

  They drank to that, the air between them light despite the weight of what lay ahead.

  As the evening wore on, Tink stretched with a yawn. "Well… I should get back to the engineers. Still plenty to prepare before we head out."

  Garrok nodded, offering her a parting smile. "I’ll see you at first light."

  As Tink departed, Elysia remained. She leaned forward, her tone softer, eyes intent. "I saw you that day. When the bandits attacked. Standing at the front. Holding the line."

  Garrok met her gaze, brow raised. "You saw that?"

  "I did," she said, her voice lowering. "The way you stood there—fearless. I won’t forget it."

  Garrok gave a quiet grunt, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Fearless is a strong word. Let’s just say I needed space to throw my bombs."

  Elysia’s fingers brushed his hand. "Whatever the reason, you faced death head-on. And you're leaving soon, off to the frontier." Her grip tightened. "I'd like to give you something to remember me by."

  The meaning was clear. Garrok’s surprise faded into a slow grin. "I can’t think of a better send-off."

  Elysia's quarters were modest but comfortably furnished, lit by the warm glow of an oil lamp. Garrok took in the surroundings as she closed the door behind them. She was already turning to him, and without a word, their lips met. It was a kiss filled with unspoken sentiments; a mix of fear, desire, and an overwhelming sense of fleeting time.

  Elysia disrobed. Her cheeks donned a subtle red hue. Her elegant jaw accentuated her delicate profile. The ears were pointy and split her hair in beautiful waves. With the addition of her thin chin and small nose, she was carrying all the soft features he expected an elf to have.

  Her human ancestry was mostly concentrated in her thick hips and larger breasts. Her figure lacked the smooth, almost ethereal thin arms and legs of a typical elf. She was tall, yes, but life away from forest idleness and everyday work had put some muscle and sag onto her frame. Another clue that betrayed her human blood was the thick vegetation above her juicy vulva.

  Garrok preferred it that way. She was an honest hard worker. Real. None of that snotty elf sense of superiority. Easy on the eye, with a very appealing body. The naked flesh of the half-elf fueled his breeches with interest. His loincloth ballooned, as his tool enlarged.

  She sat on his thigh and her arms caressed his rough sides. Her fingers were sensual but their grip was stern enough to keep him in place. She held onto his massive neck and glued her lips to his. The woman was small enough to fit her face between his tusks. The ivory protrusions locked her in position. She quivered when his hands ran across her spine and squeezed her buttocks.

  A warrior's touch. Mighty fingers. A real man. Elysia felt her arousal climbing with each passing second. She wanted him all for herself. The half-elf knew she would never be able to hold onto someone like him. She lacked the spirit, the bravery, or even the desire to explore and go on adventures. But for one night only, she could have everything.

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  She slipped away from the kiss and leaned forward. She stepped firmly on the ground and spread her legs. Her ass was wide open and revealed everything. Elysia was sad there was nobody to appreciate the view when it hit her. She turned around and offered her display to the half-orc. Without giving him a chance to act, she pressed her behind on his stomach and dragged it down. She twirled her butt over his crotch and discovered a monster.

  She knew she could spend the whole night shaking her ass around the cock but at some point, it had to enter her. After all, she began this whole thing. Leaving him unsatisfied would bring her only shame.

  Elysia dropped to her knees. She placed her plump bum on her bare feet and locked eyes with Garrok. She smiled. He returned with a warm grin. His meaty fingers caressed her jaw.

  'We don't have to...'

  'Nonsense,' she whispered and freed his cock.

  The manhood sprang out ready. With the set of heavy testicles swaying below the erect pole, this was a sight no mere maiden should have seen. Let alone use. Elysia thanked the goddess for allowing such bounty to fall into her lap. Or onto her face in her case.

  With an eager tongue and thirst in her eyes, she approached the shaft. As she feared, it was too much for her. Elysia almost dislocated her jaw. Her joints were cracking. The gland was stopping her air. She was struggling to breathe through the mouth and the nose. It only brought more saliva to the gathering. Garrok grabbed her head with his large palms. Her blood drummed in her elegant ears even louder. He applied more pressure to her mouth play but she couldn't overcome this obstacle. Elysia's teeth were scraping the shaft, she was constantly on the brink of hurling, her eyes were watery, sweat covered her whole body. She gagged, fought, and ultimately lost to the cock.

  She didn't mind, nor did Garrok. He eased his grip and she pulled away, long ropes of spit, connecting the throbbing tip to her lips.

  'Well, if my mouth fails me, there is another one willing to try.'

  Elysia was blushing and got to her feet. Her fingers were massaging her labia lips and intimate nectar was glistening on her nails. She climbed over the mountain of desaturated muscle that was Garrok and slowly pierced herself on his erect cock. She whimpered and moaned, but fared much better compared to her previous effort.

  Her ass reached his sack and Garrok was fully inside her. She felt his engorged shaft trembling within. Warm waves of pleasure mixed with the pain from the struggle. The elven vaginas were not made to sustain this type of weaponry. Even if she was fused with human blood, her anatomy was not really suited for this particular mace.

  She rode Garrok for a while. Salivating his shaft with her intimate sap. Spraying her sweat like rain all over him, and overall thinking she was getting the hang of it. Just for the half-orc to flip the table figuratively, and her literally, to completely annihilate her.

  Garrok grabbed Elysia's hips and bore through her pussy like a rabid animal. His cock ravaged her innards. Her whole body shook violently. It should have split her apart. Instead, she squealed with ecstatic sounds.

  Placed on all fours, Elysia surrendered under the might of the giant warrior. Submitting under him was easy. She existed in a state of complete bliss. She couldn't anticipate that taking the initiative and coming over to him would take her on such a wild journey. Sharing his bed, even for a night, was more than someone in her position could have bargained for.

  He flipped her again. Garrok held hed down. His hands grabbed her breasts and she squirmed. Her nipples responded to his harsh touch. Her boobs trembled as he slapped the ample flesh. Her legs dangled around his body but she wanted to be more active. She wrapped them around his waist and locked her feet above his sweaty buttocks.

  Garrok pummeled her vulva. His testicles slammed her ass cheeks. Loud, sloppy slaps filled her ears. Their breaths were labored. They both grunted and shuffled in place. Eager to climb to the same spot. His cock ravaged her vagina and the tip was slamming against her border. The half-orc had full rule over her.

  Then the dam broke. His seed splashed inside her. She screamed with pleasure. But her wailing was cut short. He kissed her hard. His tongue was trembling in her mouth while his cock was spitting in her vagina. The sticky substance was hot and burned her in the most amazing way. Outside of her nether region things were equally hectic. He was biting her lips. Mushing her tits and handling her frail body like a dirty rag.

  Her own resolve was finally shattered and she reached a peak she didn't know existed.

  Under the orc, with her vagina tightly squeezing his shaft, Elysia discovered true satisfaction.

  Morning came too quickly. As the caravan readied itself to leave, Garrok stood by his wagon, checking his gear. Tink waved from atop one of the supply carts, her usual spark of energy undimmed.

  Elysia emerged from the crowd, her gaze finding his. The chaos of the morning seemed to fade as their eyes met.

  Garrok crossed to her, and they shared a soft, lingering kiss.

  "Safe travels," she whispered. "May your aim stay true."

  He smiled, rough but warm. "I’ll come back when I can."

  As the caravan rolled out, Elysia stood watching, hand raised long after the last wagon had vanished into the horizon. When she finally lowered it, her other hand drifted quietly to her belly, a gentle, uncertain smile playing on her lips.

  Some journeys had already begun.