It's a girl!

You can’t suspend a gasp of delighted surprise as you see between your parted legs another woman as naked as you. Her body is slender and pale and she has lustrous dark hair that has been allowed to grow down to her heart shaped ass, which juts obscenely outward as she lowers her head to place her lips to your oversensitive sex. Her whole body is adorned with exquisite jewellery, including orichalcum earings, a red jade belly ring and a variety of bangles and anklets made of many different precious metals. The extravagant accessories seem to emphasize her lack of clothes and they jingle as she French kisses your nether lips like a lover. After a few moments of this, the flat, wet surface of her tongue slides torturously up along your glossy sex, her almond eyes piercing into yours. She smiles at you as you quiver under her sensuous ministrations, licking her lips clean of your sticky juices and orcish seed, speaking to you confidently.

“Mmm, tastes like you’ve just fucked a whole bunch of orcs, and it tastes like you liked it.”

“What the hell are you doing?” You ask her, shocked.

She looks at you as if you‘d just asked a stupid question “Uh, I’m tasting your pussy? I like to taste all the new slaves.”

With that you feel her top lip graze your clit as her tongue dives into you , lapping up the cocktail of inhuman cum spilling out of you. Orcish warriors walk by you as the girl continues to casually eat you out as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening as your toes curl and you coo with delight. The girl occasionally takes a break to talk to you, switching from her tongue to her fingers when she does. She tells you her name is Miriam and she’s been here for some time. She came from a small village Tsurvurash’s warband crushed a long time ago. When you ask her how she’s so carefree about being a **** she replies “I was an orphan and I always hated the strict convent I was raised in. When this warband came along and took me away, they made me realise orcish cock was way better than any of the pleasures I’d had in my old life, and here I get as much of it as I want, not to mention all the gorgeous **** girl pussy I can eat! I don’t have to work and the orcs give me lots of pretty jewellery from places they raid since they have little use for it. Makes me feel like a princess.”. Miriam giggles as she goes back to sampling your pussy, boasting how she can name every warrior who fucked you from the taste.

She tells you more about life in the camp, noting how some of the girls wear simple clothes, but she doesn’t bother since taking them off so often becomes a chore. She tells you there is a communal **** tent in the camp where an elvish **** who used to be a doctor takes care of the girls, and there are other girls who once worked in fine boutiques to take care of cleaning and preening, making sure all the slaves look their best for the warriors in the camp. She tells you that you can rest there if you like, but she prefers to just curl up and take naps around the camp like a cat, mentioning how exciting it is to be woken up by a thick green cock easing its way into your pussy or tapping you on the forehead.

Miriam seems to be opening up to you just as the petals of your aroused sex open for her skilled cunnilingus. You reason that befriending a popular **** in the camp would be a good first step on finding a way to escape. You start recounting to her your experiences with the harpies, your sale to Tsurvurash and your ride back to the camp and she hangs on your every word.

“Mmm, what a great story. I must admit I wasn’t quite as slutty as you the first time the orcs here took me. Maybe I’ll tell you that story some other time. Now, since I like you, Melena, I’m going to make you come. Hard.”

The way she looks at you hungrily and speaks as if giving you a powerful orgasm was a simple inevitability makes your knees weak. Her hands both clutch the full globes of your shapely ass, and she kneads the soft flesh as she lifts you up like she was raising a goblet to drink from, making your back and legs arch so your tiptoes dig into the ground. The goblet analogy is complete as her lips wrap around your aroused womanhood and her tongue darts inside, lashing around furiously. Her fingers sink into your fleshy buttocks as she squeezes and pushes her tongue in deeper, making you squeal. Her little nose nuzzles your feminine bud, circling it deliberately, slowly building up your pleasure. Your hands scrabble at the dirt and you can scarcely breath for all your yelping and semi-coherent pleading for more. You can still see her eyes fixated on yours from between your womanly hips, silently telling you “I can make you come any time I want, as much as I want.”

She switches to holding your ass with one hand while the other teases your tight asshole with her thumb and thrusts into your pussy with her fingers. Her lithe fingers twist, flap, thrust and hook around inside you in an obscene litany of movements while her tongue spins around your clit like a powerful tornado slowly growing faster and faster. Your absurdly aroused sex is dripping so much it runs in rivulets down your as crack and onto the ground. Her eyes narrow at you as if commanding you to come, and you feel her teeth graze your clit as she gives it one last tender lick. You oblige her, yelling “I’m com-” before your capacity for speech temporarily short circuits as a powerful orgasm explodes inside you, cascading through every part of your body. Your sex is almost burning with the feel of orgasm. You look with surprise as you squirt jets of your girl cream onto Miriam’s amused face. Miriam lets go of your ass and you collapse into an oversexed heap on the ground. Your face flushes red as you look at Miriam, never having had a “squirting” orgasm before, let alone onto the face of another girl. Miriam licks her lips and giggles at you. “Don’t worry about it” she says.

She slides on top of you, your two bodies seeming to fit perfectly together as your heavy breasts crush against each other. Almost instinctually you start to lap Miriam’s soft features clean of your sweetness, mesmerized how good you taste, especially when licked from Miriam’s flawless skin. Miriam tells you how one of her duties is to orally pleasure uncomfortable or **** slaves, assuring they remain relaxed, aroused and compliant for their orcish masters. You can believe her. You lick her slender, white neck as she tells you how the camp is filled with beautiful elvish and human women of every exotic variety you could imagine, and some you couldn’t. You feel your naked body glow with anticipation as Miriam kisses you deeply, thoughts of escape pushed father and farther to the back of your mind.