Camping Expedition

A few days pass.

Adam, the ever captive husband, was taking a short walk in the forest for some peace and quiet. Of course, most of the time, he’d stay home while his wife hunted wild animals to feed her “family”. And if they weren’t preoccupied with eating, there’s always one, shall we say, extracurricular activity we could always rely on: Sex. Extra heapings of it.

Ghorza sucked and fucked the days by. Hours spent per day milking Adam’s cock dry. But today was different, the ogre wanted to take him hunting with her. And he still needed to reach Mermouthia. No man could be content spending days - or hell, weeks - in a cave. Maybe she could be persuaded to leave with him…

The ogre walked up next to him, rubbing his lower back lovingly. “Hello, Missus Hudson.” He offered a coy smile, causing Ghorza’s cheeks to flush light red.

“OOOHHH… I LIKE.”

Adam gave her a playful slap on the ass, before they ventured off deep into the undergrowth, with the ogre sporting a bow and arrow slung behind her back. It wasn’t long before they reached a makeshift campsite set up in the middle of a clearing. A tent, firewood, with a fire pit in the middle. Ghorza could hear her husband’s stomach growling, giving him a thoughtful look.

“HUNGRY? I HUNT.” She said, unsheathing her bow and arrow.

“Actually, mind if I come with you this time?”

She cocked her head, curious, but eventually nodded. “YES. YOU COME.”

A few hours later, sunset was dawning in the horizon. The couple managed to catch a wild boar. An arrow was lodged deep within its chest cavity. Ghorza hung it upside down over the growing campfire via twine, twirling it around to ensure it was well prepared.

Sitting down next to the ogre, Adam gently rubbed her upper back, a friendly smile on his face, “Hey baby, how’re you doin’?”

“GOOD… HONEY.” Oh God, that sounded **** and awkward. It was cute in a way, though. A mean, green, killing machine trying to play the role of devoted wife.

“I… have a confession to make.”

In a flash, Ghorza shot up, unsheathing a bowie knife strapped to her waist, “YOU LEAVE ME?!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, nothing like that…” Adam’s eyes bulged like saucers, bouncing off the log the two sat in.

“OH.”

“I- no, WE, need to go.” Adam paused, “To Mermouthia.” he stated, slowly sitting down back at the campfire.

“WHY?” She cocked her head, staring at him.

“I was brought here as a sponsor from, you know, the New World. And, um, my employers will be very mad at me if I don’t show up.”

Ghorza gave him a glazed look, “WHAT’S NEW WORLD?”

“Wait, you don’t kno-- nevermind. It’s my, well, ‘home’ before I met you.” Another pause, “Sooooo… with that in mind, why don’t you come with me?”

“TO… MEER MOUTH EE AH?” She mouthed out the syllable, trying to decipher the complex jargon. Well, complex to her ogre mind.

“Yes, exactly. Will you, um, come with me?” It came off as weak, soft as he anticipated the ogre’s response to literally abandon her home. All to live in a foreign country she knew nothing - or even cared of, really - about.

“...” She glared at him.

“...” He glared back.

“ONLY IF YOU GIVE ME BABY.”

“What?! No! At least not yet…” He retorted back, defensive. Uh, no sir. He knew almost nothing about Old World and wasn’t about to knock up some chick he met a few days ago. But, damn, AWIO wasn’t kidding. Monster girls get attached - and fast.

“EVENTUALLY?” She looked at him with… oh my God… pouty baby eyes.

“Yes… maybe. Eventually.” Adam sighed in exhaustion, rolling his shoulders back and kicking off his shoes. He was tired.

“OKAY, WE GO TOMORROW.” She grinned wide, scooting close to him and… grabbing him roughly by the shoulders, plopping his head against her firm, round breasts.

He chuckled in response, nuzzling up to her bosom, “I’m glad,” hugging onto her, before she gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

“BUT FIRST, I THIRSTY.” She glared at him, face-to-face, a lascivious, almost primal look in her eyes.

“Oh, well, I’ll go fetch some water. Pretty sure I saw a freshwater river a few yards--” she cut him off, her fingers trailed up his legs, thumb caressing his soft cock head through his pants.

“I. THIRSTY.”