Freya takes some rest

Hesitant to cross the border, Freya decided to take some rest and proceed the next morning. She unmounted her donkey, got a blanket from a pack tied onto its saddle, and lay down near the stream enjoying soothing sounds of flowing water. The steppe was beautiful. Yellowed grass swayed gently waving its leaves and stretched far away along the horizon disappearing into the blue sky. Occasional flowers scattered here and there dotted the landscape giving it hues of vivid colors. Few steppe birds fluttered high flying freely searching for their prey: rodents, lizards, and other small animals hoping for easy meals. The sweet smell of fresh air allowed Freya to regain calmness despite the dangers of her unusual mission.

Freya threw her hood back, allowing her pale face to bask in the rather harsh sunshine of late summer day. Her black hair danced lightly in gales of gentle breeze while Freya's full red lips curved into a smile. Her loyal donkey walked around, grazing on grass growing on the very edge of the stream. She closed her eyes for a few moments savoring nice sensations coming from muscles relaxing from riding all day long. Her delicate nostrils flared as she sniffed smells of untamed nature. She was falling in love with this wild land. If only it wasn't populated by orcs.

"Why? Why my goddess wants this?" Freya askes herself once again. As many times before, her imagination started drawing scenes where she was captured by these vile creatures and used for their pleasure without mercy. She couldn't help but imagine rough hands on her arms, breasts, thighs, everywhere... Freya tried to distract herself from envisioning horrid images, trying to imagine different situations. "What if this Barosh is not like other orcs?" The girl asked herself. "What if he is a gentle warrior like ones in those naive novels? What if he will truly love me?" She continued talking aloud as if anyone could hear her.

Her mind started to imagine their first night, how the orc was carefully undressing her. His hot breath tickled her cheeks causing goosebumps on her whole body. For the first time, she wasn't feeling disgust or fear when thinking about sex with an orc. Instead, she felt pleasant warmth building below her stomach. A temptation to bring her hand inside the pants was strong. She hasn't relaxed in this way since she left home for this mission. "Perhaps, it is my last chance to enjoy something like this?" Freya asked herself wondering if she should give in to her urges.