"Yes Alpha"

Lyra says the words as a cry, exclaiming her joy at another day with this wonderful woman. She doesn't know what the orc will ask of her, but with the pheromones flooding her system, Lyra is too excited to refuse.

The orc smiles happily, her little fangs brushing against her lips.

"Good little slut"

Her fingers slip slowly out of Lyras cunt, drawing a **** whimper from the elf as she is denied her immediete release.

The orc giggles "He He. God that is a sexy whine. Later I'll show you to beg properly."

Aakha throws off the fur rug, exposing the naked pair to the morning sunlight, and gets up to fetch her clothes and gear. She looks back down to the little elf.

"Pack up the camp. Then get dressed. We've got another day of hunting."

Lyra obeys, cleaning up the camp, while the orc watches her little pet at work. Soon everything is packed up. Lyra carries her gear and Aakhas on her back, while Aakha carries only her axe and a scarf.

The orc steps up to their toy, presenting her with the scarf. The wraps it around the elfs throat and over her mouth and nose. The cloth is soaked with Aakhas pheromones and they immediately flood into the elfs body, keeping high and needy.

"Lets go slut"

The pair set off, and spend the day tracking down wolfs for the village. Lyra finds herself spending the whole day thinking about Aakha. The Orc is beautiful, powerful, smart. A better warrior than Lyra by far, experienced and cunning....

"Hey, Slut, are you listening?"

Lyra is broken out of her daydream by Aakhas rough tone.

"Uhh... wuhh. I..." Lyra realises her mind had drifted off. For a moment she panics, hoping she didn't disappoint Aakha.

The orc looks grumpy for a moment, then laughs.

"Ha. I can smell your arousal little bitch. You're too horny for hunting today, aren't you?"

Aakha steps up close, and her hands slip up under Lyras skirt.

Lyra whimpers with embarassment, and lowers her gaze.

Aakha grips the elfs chin, slowly lifting up her head. Lyra gazes up into the orc's eyes, seeing the fiery hunger beneath them, the passion and lust. It's captivating.

She feels the orcs fingers feeling around underneath her skirt, and then... her panties are pulled away. The orc bundles them up and brings them up to Lyras lips.

"Open slut"