A bath

Uthul led me through the bustling camp, pausing to squeeze my bicep with an amused grunt.

“Too soft for the smithy,” she mocked, loud enough for the nearby grunts to chuckle. “I had other ideas initially, but since you lack true male strength, you will perform duties better suited to your delicate nature.”

I had... strength! Granted, not as much as any of her warriors, but still!

She brought me to a secluded, steam-filled cavern housing a private hot spring.

“Strip,” Uthul commanded, shedding her armor to reveal her towering body... and it was impossible to miss the heavy weight of her large member swinging between her thighs. “You will bathe me and oil my skin... and you’ll probably even enjoy it!”, she added with a smirk.

I shook my head, but as I stripped naked before her, I felt a palpable tension in the air... much to her amusement. As I stepped into the warm water, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting downward. Her tool was so... big and thick! {if game:bicurious >= 50}My puckered hole involuntarily twitched from the sight, but I resolved to focus on the task at hand. {endif}

Swallowing my pride, I grabbed the jar of slick oils, then pressed my palms flat against her broad, green shoulders, kneading the tension out of her dense muscles. Uthul let out a deep, vibrating purr that went straight to my chest, leaning back against the smooth rock and closing her eyes. The warm water sloshed between our bodies, and the air got incredibly thick as my slick fingers slid down her collarbones and lathered her breasts.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps shattered the silence.

A massive, heavily scarred male orc stepped out of the steam, his dark eyes locking onto me with hungry ownership before shifting to Uthul with pure disdain.

“Consorting with human pets, Uthul?” the male rumbled venomously. “The vanguard grows restless while our chieftain plays house with a fragile human!”