'Do you have a name, warrior?' She asked. 'Garrok,' the gigantic half-orc mumbled. He sat next to the fire and sharpened his blade. His amber-kissed eyes sparkled with the flames twirling inside his irises. The tips of his tusks glimmered and he was the last thing anyone would have suspected a small redhead woman to approach. The woman had proven her worth; she was great with the crossbow and kept her cool during the fight, but small talk with the brute was not what Garrok expected her to be in search of. And he was right. Petite but toned and with visibly developed arms, the slightly older woman didn't waste her time. She only wanted to know his name so she knew what she would be screaming later. 'Don't be shy, take off your clothes,' she giggled. She was already removing the belts, keeping her skirt on, and her boots were off her feet before she even went inside her tent. Garrok's big body looked ridiculous in the human-sized tent. He had to bend forward and hug his shoulders. As vicious and confident as he looked while fighting, the half-orc was now like a huge lost kid.

  'If you don't want to do this, I won't force you,' she said. But her words didn't stop her hands from removing her armor and clothes. She was now topless and unbraided her red hair. The strands spilled over her bare torso and reached just above her perky nipples. Her bust was not very meaty but her breasts were no less enticing. Their cups gleamed from the sweat and the buds above them were clearly aroused, or at least that was what Garrok thought, but why else would her nipples be so pointy and the circles below them so vast? 'No, no,' he shook his head. 'This is nice.' 'Then let me see those breeches on the floor,' she winked and followed her own advice. The leather skirt slipped across her straight legs and she stood stark naked in front of the warrior. She placed her hands on her hips and allowed Garrok to observe her body with his curious eyes. Muscled arms, incredible boobs, flat stomach and a fiery bush matching the flames in her hair. The thick, intimate hair encircled the puffy mouth between her legs, and the half-orc felt the rush in his loins. For someone who seemed shaken a second ago, he was a quick learner. He disrobed without looking at his equipment. His eyes refused to move from the lovely naked body of the huntress.

  She smiled, feeling his lustful gaze roaming across her flesh. The woman's grin turned much wider when she saw what Garrok was bringing to the table. He was already much bigger than most humans and had muscles no mere man could have, so she was hoping his manhood would be sufficiently large. What the warrior exposed was a bat wrapped in flesh. It stretched from his crotch and stood above a set of testicles that must have been filled with gallons of cum. 'Ohh,' she whispered and licked her lips. 'Uhhh,' Garrok misunderstood her reaction. 'Don't fret, big boy, there is nothing to worry about,' she came to him. 'It should be the opposite. I should be afraid of that!' Her hand cupped his balls and her other wrapped around his already pulsating cock. She went to her knees, still holding on to his jewels and he followed her to the ground. 'Have you ever kissed before?' 'Sure,' he lied. The redhead smiled. A devious flame danced in her eyes and while she was massaging the huge cock she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the wide mouth of the warrior. Her face was framed by his tusks. 'And have you kissed a woman on her other mouth?'

  'Her other mouth?' Garrok asked with confusion in his voice. 'Yes, this one,' she went on her back. She was sad to release the dick but offering her full body to the mighty beast was an acceptable trade. The huntress spread her legs and her toes almost brushed the chin of the half-orc. Her pussy flaps opened and Garrok understood what she meant by another mouth. The intimate lips parted like hers before she kissed him. 'Now kiss it,' she said. Garrok struggled to lower his body and lie across her crotch without spreading his legs out of the tent. He curled in an awkward position, but his lips connected to the mushy labia of the huntress. He delivered love taps to the vulva while his tusks rubbed the insides of the woman's thighs. 'There is a pearl at the top. Right above the entrance. Please let your tongue quiver on top of it.' Garrok followed her instructions and used his fingers to pull the skin above her pussy. The soft bush crunched underneath his massive fingertips and when the glimmering layers of the woman's intimate flower spread, he saw a tiny white pebble above her entrance. 'I see it!' He gasped. 'Let your tongue flutter over it!'

  He pressed his mouth to her moist bud. During his travels, he had heard women make all types of noises. He had never heard that one. The huntress shook underneath the dance of his tongue and her whole body turned into a land of tremors. Everything in her was shaking. The waves cut across her sweaty skin, and her bright red entrance gushed. Garrok felt the liquid streaming on his lips and drenching his chin. At first, he thought she had wetted herself but the scent was nothing like piss. The aroma of her intimate perfume was intoxicating. The nectar oozing from her pussy was thicker and oilier. He had no idea what he was doing, but even he could tell he was doing it right. The huntress pressed her thighs against his sides and she held him there. She forced him to lick her pussy until she convulsed and her ass pushed him away from her overcharged sex. 'Wow!' She panted and placed her hand over her breast. 'Here!' She pulled his palm and spread it on top of her chest. The feeling of her soft flesh was beyond enticing, but the wild drumbeat of her heart was what she wanted him to feel. This made him even harder. 'You did well, Garrok. You did more than well!'

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  The woman returned the favor. She let him sit and curled up between his thighs. She lifted her butt in the air and he admired the sway of her naked hills while her head bobbed on his crotch. Garrok was learning quickly and he couldn't deny the appeal of having gentle female lips and spicy tongue swirling around his hard cock. The feeling was so nice that he lost his composure. His balls tightened and he felt the coming of the inevitable. The half-orc winced and gritted his teeth, but he had moved beyond the point of no return. The cum exploded in her mouth and the huntress gagged. To her credit, she kept her lips firmly locked around the enormous shaft. She welcomed the massive tsunami of orc sperm and swallowed as much as she could. The woman then placed her naked ass on her heels and stared at the cock of the orc. She licked her teeth but the residue of semen had drenched her lower face. Her chin and jawline glistened from the extra cum that she couldn't swallow. But she had no time for that. She admired the still hard cock and the lustful sparkle in her eye grew. 'You can still continue?' 'Of course,' he shrugged. The woman got to her feet and spread her legs. Her finger was flapping on top of her clit and the vaginal sap drooled from her gaping entrance. She then dropped it right on top of the dick. She watched as the cum smeared tip approached her and then she squealed. Her legs stretched around the massive muscular body of the warrior and she discovered she was not quite ready for a dick of this size. 'Gods!' She whimpered. 'Gods! So big! So hard!' 'Should we stop?' Garrok was worried. 'If you keep your cock out of my snatch, I will kill you,' she said with closed eyes and hissing lips. Her vagina desperately coated the dick in sap but her initial plan for something more mellow was not going to cut it. Garrok was made for wild love. This cock was here to destroy pussies and most human women would have one chance to extract whatever they could from the amazing dick before it brought utter annihilation to their nether regions. 'Grab my ass and hold it!' She ordered. The big hands of Garrok were quick to respond. Her flesh spilled between his fingers and he felt her anus with his fingertips. His daring grab appealed to the woman and her heat increased tenfold. The moist sounds of their connection echoed in their ears and drove them to a frenzy. Sweat poured from their bodies. Orcish grunts mixed with high pitched female screeching.

  The slow and sensual was swapped for fast and relentless. She bounced her ass on his groin and couldn't keep her voice down. Not that she was trying to begin with, but now things were getting into banshee territory and the whole camp was moaning about it. None of the outside complaints reached the couple in the tent. 'Put me on my back and lift my feet!' Through the panting and his own blood bashing in his eardrums, Garrok heard her request and obeyed. This was daring from the woman. While she was riding him, she was the one who controlled how much of the cock she would welcome. Now, she was giving the control to Garrok. He was a good student, but all that might had to be unleashed. The huntress wanted to see if she could match his tempo. She was curious to test herself against orcish libido. The dick ripped through the folds and Garrok drove his tip right to her border. His cock crashed against her edge. His shaft expanded her intimate cave and every inch of his veiny monster left its mark against the tender walls of her vagina. The invasion was fast and merciless. Garrok's monster of a dick was too much for her. And she loved it. The redhead huntress bit her lower lip. She felt the thick ram battering her chapel and the ruin brought her pleasure she didn't think existed.

  Garrok was lost in the process. The sensation of the moist pussy hugging his cock showed him what true bliss was. His whole universe shrank to the feeling inside this woman. He sank so deeply into it; he barely registered the fact her legs were in his hands and that the lower part of her ass cheeks kissed his heavy balls. But they were there to remind them both that they still had a lot of cargo. The built-up crept upon the couple, and the thick tunnel, sitting at the bottom of the warrior's shaft, ballooned. This forced the dick to expand even more and the huntress could swear that she heard her pussy groaning. The tempo was out of this world. Garrok may have been a novice before this night, but he was moving like someone with practice. His hips were pummeling the woman and she was losing her mind. The smallest changed in his cock sparked the flames in her abdomen. She felt it all. The thickness, the hotness, the wetness, the end. The massive explosion of cum spattered her vagina. The cock bashed her border with punches of semen. The hurricane of male juices came like a natural disaster. The amount of cum was too great for the fragile human vagina to welcome. The extra sap gushed from the tiny holes between the cock and the labia and the huntress felt the sticky streams wetting her asshole

  Garrok pulled his cock out of her with a loud pop. His glans was still spitting cum and the drops splashed onto her stomach and boobs. The fight today was exhausting and he needed to gather his strength. Resting next to the naked body of the huntress after a much more satisfying duel was exactly what the warrior needed.