Mezra's new plaything

Letter to Daefiel Dewdream of the Sylvan Scholary Society from Thylaea Spiritsong, Autumn 161 of the 4th age

Greetings Scholar,

I finally managed to get closer to the most powerful woman of the tribe, Mezra. The situation was a bit unusual and my notes are not fit to publish to the society yet but I needed to share this break through with someone.

Thylea

I was surprised when one of the young orcish men of the hunters approached me to let me know Mezra, now Mistress of the Hunt, wanted to see me. Up until this point I believe she had said no more than 5 words directed to me.

Warily I made my way over to her tent, as I got closer I could her the laughs of a few orcs from inside. I discreetly tapped the side of the tent and immediately Mezra herself opened to flap stark naked, "Come in" she said.

She had a dangerously big fire burning inside and a flat pan of water stuffed with herbs boiling angrily filled the tent with a scented steam. Sitting in a small circle was three other orc women I recognised from the tribe, just as naked as Mezra and with steam glistening on their bodies. There was a couple of jugs standing next to them no doubt full of that strong orcish beer.

"It's one of your kind, is it?" said Mezra and pointed over to a slim and pale figure surrounded by the much bigger orcs, busy doing it's best attempt of disappearing between two pillows.

I started explaining that a half-elf isn't the same as us from the sylvan forests but related, Mezra nodded along.

"Is it a male?" she interrupted me to ask.

"Yes, of course" I replied, his naked body left no uncertainty about that.

"See..." she said turning to her friends.

Ghorza, one of the older mother figures of the tribe, took the half-elfs limp dick between her thumb and index finger. "I've seen clits bigger than this. Is this the best you tree-huggers got?"

"It some kind of little goblin-elf like she said, now shut up and lets have some fun"

Mezra sat down next to the others leaving a small gap in the circle around the half-elf.

"Are you joining?" she said looking back at me.

The look in her eyes made it clear it wasn't actually a question.