Arvanda Gets a Cold Shower

Arvanda woke. She’d spent the night dreaming of the time Lellovan had taken her out riding past the winter trees. His blonde hair had shone in the reflection of the sea.

“Out!” one of the orcs growled at her. The door to her cage swung open.

Arvanda climbed out, straw sticking to her skin. She was covered in orc cum, it was enough to make her feel sick.

“Time for your bath.” The orc smiled at her; all his yellow fangs uneven. He had a misshapen nose with four bronze rings in it.

He picked up a bucket, tossing the contents all over Arvanda. She gasped as the icy water drenched her. Her smooth skin turned a little goose prickled; her nipples hardened. Most of the straw and cum was washed away, but there was more on her.

“You need more of a scrub,” the orc said.

Another bucket of water was poured over her head from behind her. Then the orcs scrubbed her skin with hard brushes. Arvanda screamed as the bristles scratched her freezing cold skin.

“All clean now,” Drass said with a wolf-like grin.