It tenderizes her wits.

"Heh," the warrior chuckled, a bubbly slur to her words, removing her skull cap as she finished the ribs, "what do you know? Your granny cooked a mean bit of pork." She glanced at him, green eyes shining in the fire past the tangled, shoulder-length black hair that half-covered her face. She brushed it aside with a giggle and kept eating.

Kazex kept up his humble act, chewing slowly on the pig snout as if he were struggling with it, never taking his eyes off the voracious warrior. She took a bit more meat from another hind leg, and Kazex was almost worried now: the amount of the **** he used assumed she'd only eat perhaps one leg! But the more the merrier: he didn't want her to metabolize it all before he could get her to his cave, after all. "Feels... tastes good, yeah?"

"Oh... oh yeah," she half-moaned, greedily packing her belly full. Clearly she ate enough to make her armor uncomfortable, because she started to take it off, revealing old bindings across her chest and a belly that would no doubt be flat and fit if not for the swell of meat in her belly. He'd replace it, soon enough. "God, this... this fire sure is warm, huh?"

Kazex grinned from ear to ear. A general feeling of warmth... it took! Some adventurers could allegedly drink nightshade like water, but not this little harlot! "Best keep the fire going, to keep predators away!"

"Preda... tors...?" She swooned visibly, and tried to steady herself. "Was... was there... hard liquor in... that...?"

"Nope, just Granny's cooking!" Kazex declared as he walked around the fire. "Here, let me help you get comfy!" She nodded slowly as he came around and helped her first out of her leggings, revealing a plain strip of cloth that served her as a makeshift thong. "No no, these won't do, they'll get dirty! Here, I'll help."

"What're you-"

Slice.

A flick of Kazex's claws couldn't do much harm to a sturdy fighter like this yet-unnamed lass, but it was more than a match for bindings that were ready to burst. They were flung away with the relief of tension, and her tortured C-cups bounced into view even from behind. Kazex chortled with excitement; plenty of milk for his tribe!

"Ah... you... was that...?" The stupid girl could barely move, and Kazex was fine with that for now; it was her fault for eating so much, really. She wouldn't need her clothes, he decided, and with his claws he slowly rent her cheap panties apart as well, leaving the warrior bare to the elements. She tried to turn to regard him, to try and get him off of her, but she only succeeded in toppling over onto her back, her youthful breasts perky and waiting for Kazex as her thighs lazily parted. The night and the fire were young, but the warrior is still somewhat aware of her predicament.