Home Sweet Cave

The camp is in a rather miserable state when Krvavy returns with the Orc woman in her arms. It looks like one of the bedrolls was destroyed during the fight, getting torn up quite a bit, though Krvavy isn’t entirely sure how. Granted, she was in a berserk state, so the whole encounter is a bit of a blur to her.

Luckily that seems to be the extent of the damage. If you ignore the two dead Orcs, at least. But they don’t really count as the first Orc died a bit outside of the camp and the Orc archer’s blood is soaking into the already-destroyed bedroll.

Placing the Orc woman back on the ground, Krvavy begins to look around the camp. There really doesn’t seem to be any valuable loot here. Just some cookware and utensils. Guess she could take their waterskins, though a quick inspection shows that two of the three were damaged. Still, getting an extra waterskin doesn’t hurt.

But is there really no other loot here? Well, the Orc woman’s armour is still sitting around, but it isn’t really worth taking. It definitely isn’t strong enough for Krvavy to toss Naturists Blessing aside, considering how easily she cut through it and all.

Shaking her head, Krvavy moves over to the pot of stew and crouches down beside it. She might as well have a bite to eat while she’s here. Picking up the long metal ladle resting inside the pot, Krvavy takes a sip of the hot stew. It’s actually pretty good! It tastes rather meaty and clearly has garlic in it, but beyond that she can’t quite pin the flavour down...

Thinking about it, there actually is some loot for her here: the cookware and utensils. Krvavy would normally think of that kind of stuff as junk in these kinds of games, but she could actually use it herself. So what exactly is there for her to take?

From the look of it, the Orcs had three wooden bowls, three wooden spoons to go with said bowls, a single two-pronged metal fork, a rough looking brush that is probably for cleaning this pot, a wide kitchen knife, and a frying pan of some sort. Though, the frying pan looks a little weird...

“Huh...” Krvavy mutters out as she lifts the frying pan up. It looks like it is the perfect size to fit over the top of the pot, and moving the ladle aside she finds that it is the perfect size for that. The pot even has a clasp of some sort, if she can call it that, which can hold the frying pan lid in place. How convenient.

Opening the pot back up so that she can continue eating the stew, Krvavy considers her options. She definitely wants to take this stuff back home with her, but is that all there is here? There are a few small pouches of salt, spices, and herbs sitting near the fire that she could use. They are pretty small, but even just a little could help to spice up her food.

It also couldn’t hurt to take the hammer that the Orc male was using, as she could use a backup weapon in case anything happens to her axe. And the knife he stabbed into her thigh could be useful to take too. But that just adds to the real problem at hand: how is she going to carry all of this back to her cave?

Even if Krvavy wasn’t bringing back the Orc woman she would still have her hands full with all this stuff. Hmm... Well, she can put all the small stuff inside of the pot. But the pot is pretty full right now. She would have to dump out the stew first, and that feels like a bit of a waste. Though to be fair, just leaving it out here is more of a waste.

But would that even help? She only has two arms, but there are four things she’ll have to carry. If the Orc woman counts as a thing.

Her eyes slowly make their way over to the Orcs’ bedrolls. She kind of wants those too. Wow, she is really starting to feel like a hoarder. But seeing the torn up bedroll gives her an idea. She could try using the strips of fabric to tie some things together.

It should be fairly easy to tie the hammer to her axe, binding the two shafts together, but what about the pot? Maybe she could try hanging it off of the end of her axe, like one of those classic hobo stick things? That could work.

Well, the only way to know for certain would be to try. But first she has to empty out the pot of stew. And quickly too, as she has wasted enough time and really doesn’t want to get caught by some other Orcs.

With a bit of ****, Krvavy lifts up the pot and carries it a few steps away before dumping it onto the ground. It still has quite bit of stew residue inside of it, so anything she puts inside will get messy. Maybe she could wrap them up in one of the bedrolls and cram that into the pot? That way she won't have to wash as much stuff.

If only she had an inventory... Sadly, she doesn’t seem to have one. Much to her disappointment. It does make sense, this being a realistic game and all, but that doesn’t make her feel any better. And why do these Orcs not even have a backpack?! That is the real disappointment here!

Rolling her shoulders with a groan, Krvavy shakes her head gets to work. She doesn’t have all day.

“Oof... Finally...” Krvavy groans out as she approaches the hot spring waterfalls, the pot of stew precariously swinging from the end of her axe as she holds it over her right shoulder.

It isn’t particularly easy to see around here in this part of the cave, but she has quite a few things to wash and this is the spot to do that.

Carefully placing her axe down on the ground, making sure the pot doesn’t roll away, Krvavy continues on towards the alluring warmth of the hot springs. She can unbind the war-hammer from her axe and deal with the pot of loot later. She has felt gross all day and wants to have a bath first. With her new Orc, of course.

Stopping at the first pool of water, Krvavy crouches down and gently places her Orc onto the ground, followed by the bedroll that she used as padding between the Orc and her left shoulder. The Greenskin girl looks really naked with just her boots on. Well, she is naked, but the fact that she is only wearing boots makes it look weirder.

Shaking her head, Krvavy unties her filthy loincloth and drops it to the side before reaching over to remove the Orcs boots. With both her and her Orc naked, Krvavy scoops the Greenskin up into her arms and enters the relaxing hot water.

The sun set just a little while ago and she had spent almost the entire day walking around, so it is nice to finally be able to sit down and relax. To let the slightly magical water soothe her aches and pains. It is so nice in here she doesn’t even mind that she has to scrub herself and the Orc down, rather than just lie back and close her eyes.

The Orc also seems to react to the regenerative water, though not in the way that Krvavy hoped. She is still unresponsive, with her eyes unfocused and staring blankly ahead when Krvavy takes a peek at them. But Krvavy wouldn’t really call her ****, at least not right now. She isn’t limp in Krvavy’s hands, but more rigid.

She seems to be in a bit of a catatonic state, just stiffly accepting whatever happens to her. Krvavy can lift an arm up and once she lets go it’ll slowly lower back down, as opposed to just flopping down limply. This does make her easier to wash though, as Krvavy doesn’t need to constantly hold her up.

It is rather concerning though. Krvavy seems to have broken the poor girl. Maybe even in a literal sense. This is a beta, after all, so maybe the AI doesn’t know how to handle this? That kind of feels like an excuse or something she is just telling herself to feel better. It is possible, but the AI in this game is pretty good, or at least pretty realistic.

If the AI wasn’t so advanced she definitely would have died fighting those Orcs. It is kind of odd to think of it that way, but it is the truth. They all acted like people, rather than just dropping whatever they were doing and rushing to fight as soon as they saw her, and that made them lose. Krvavy got pretty lucky there, as her Orc panicking meant that she only had to fight them one at a time.

Krvavy still finds it wild that they were a so much higher level than her. At least she assumes they were. Inspect wouldn’t show any stats after they died, but they must have been around the same level, or maybe even a higher level, considering that they didn’t try running away.

Though that does raise some questions about levels... Is seventeen considered low? Or does this level of realism just not work all that well with a fantasy setting that has levels? This is clearly the type of game where, no matter how strong you are, getting shot in the head will kill you. That either makes her Naturists Blessing even more powerful or kind of useless...

As those thoughts occupy her mind, Krvavy’s hands idly begin to caress her Orc, focusing mostly on her breasts. A soft moan snaps Krvavy out of her thoughts. Her Orcs face is visibly flushed, but other than that she is still as immobile before. That moan was the closest thing to a response that Krvavy has gotten out of her.

Furrowing her brow, Krvavy continues to grope the glistening Orc in front of her as she thinks. Is that just a physical response, or is this what she needs to snap out of her traumatized state? A little bit of experimentation shows that her Orc is only really responding to pleasure. Kneading her breasts causes her to moan, roughly pinching her nipples or even slapping her face doesn’t cause her to wince or respond in any way. Kind of weird.

While there is a bit of scientific curiosity to this, groping an attractive woman is quickly turning her on. Despite the fact that she has already gotten off who knows how many times today. With her stiff rod throbbing beneath the surface of the water and her horny mind clouding her judgment, Krvavy comes to the conclusion that having sex with her Orc is the best option. After all, if pleasure gets a response from her, then more pleasure means more of a response.

With her lower head making the decisions, Krvavy leans back and pulls the Orc into her lap. Getting her into position is a little bit awkward, but not particularly difficult. It is like Krvavy is playing around with a sex doll, having to manually make the arms wrap around her neck and move the legs to straddle her lap.

Oddly enough, it doesn’t make Krvavy feel as bad thinking about the Orc as her sex doll, as opposed to a mindbroken ****. Even if that is functionally the same thing here...

The Orc moans out once more as she is lowered down, getting impaled on Krvavy’s stiff rod. Unlike the last time where the fucking was quite frantic, Krvavy takes the chance to enjoy and take in the sensations. She is in control of herself. For the most part.

Taking it slow, Krvavy moves the Orc woman up and down, forcibly gyrating her hips while luxuriating in the feeling of having her thick cock caressed and massaged from all sides. The awkwardness of the experience is buried beneath the mounting pleasure, and Krvavy can almost forget about the blankly staring eyes right in front of her.

As the Orcs moans and gasps become louder and more frequent, Krvavy closes her eyes and leans forwards, just barely pressing her forehead against that of her Orc without her horns getting in the way.

She continues like that for quite a while, content with the steady pleasure. The warm water and steam of the hot spring elevate the experience beyond anything that she could have expected. She feels so relaxed, so good... She wants to stay like this forever.

After what feels like a calm and relaxing eternity, Krvavy gasps out as her cock twitches and begins to unload into her Orc. Bringing the Orc close to her body, wrapping her arms around the back of the unresponsive Greenskin, Krvavy leans back as far as she can.

Nearly lying on her back with the Orc woman atop of her, Krvavy slowly opens her eyes. The Orcs head is resting upon her breasts, eyes closed. It doesn’t look like this helped her at all. But it can’t hurt to keep trying... Besides, this body of Krvavy’s is clearly a bit too horny, so having her Orc on hand to help deal with that could be useful...

Slowly closing her eyes, Krvavy continues relaxing while half in the hot spring. It has been so long since she has hugged someone else, and even if the circumstances here are a bit sinister she can’t help but enjoy it. There is just something about the warmth of another body pressed against hers, the feeling of someone in her arms... It wouldn’t hurt to stay like this a little longer...