Fuck her pussy.

Miriam’s pussy glistens in the bright morning light that seeps in through the tent flap. It’s an invitation few men could refuse, and right now you’re not one of them. Miriam gives you another wicked grin as you take hold of her hips and, without ceremony, thrust your cock into her sopping wet hole.

She gasps, thrusting her hips back against you. Her well-trained twat isn’t quite as tight as Tri-lanna’s elven slit, but she’s amazingly skilled, clenching down on you.

“Fuck!” she moans. “Yes, your cock is as good as an orc’s! –At least- as good!”

She steadies herself on the ground with one hand, allowing her to keep balance as you pound her. The other plays with her hanging tits, tugging roughly at her nipples.

Tri-lanna watches with rapt attention as you fuck Miriam. Glancing over, you see one of her hands play over her breast, before sliding down to gently caress her pussy through her clothes.

Your attention is draw back to Miriam as she screams in orgasm. For a moment you wonder if this will attract attention, as the sound must be clearly audible beyond the thin walls of the tent. But you realise such things must be common amongst the orcs. With a grunt, you spend your seed, pouring it into Miriam’s pussy.

After you pull out of her, she hands you the breakfast tray as if nothing had happened. As she straightens, your cum starts to dribble from her cunt, trickling down her thighs. With a smile, she gathers some on her fingers and tastes it.

“Mm…” she says, “Much sweeter than an orcs. Here-” she gathers some more and stretches out her white-stained fingers to Tri-lanna. To your surprise, the elf eagerly and sensuously licks them clean.

You settle down to eat, sharing the meal with Tri-lanna. Miriam says she’s already eaten. Instead, she spends the time fingering her pussy, extracting your cum from her depths. She amuses herself by smearing the mixture of her juices and your own on Tri-lanna’s food, and the elf bolts those bits down eagerly, with every appearance of savouring the taste.

After you’ve eaten, you arrange your clothing. Vash-gul’s armour is too big for you, but there are several long, studded leather straps that Miriam tells you are used for light protection, and you buckle these around you. As an afterthought, you strap Vash-gul’s sword to your back. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a polished breastplate and are surprised at what you see. You look light a mighty barbarian warrior from the tales, the kind that are great heroes – or mighty warriors who conquer cities and ravish queens.

“With your permission, Master,” Miriam says, “I will act as your guide. And… perhaps you’ll fuck me again soon. Or… I know she is yours, but maybe you’d like to see me eat out your ****? I like to taste all the new girls…”

You laugh, although the thought is undeniably deeply arousing. “Guidance first, please.”