You go to sleep.

You lie back on the crude bed, and begin to doze off, the stresses of the day and the interrupted night taking their toll. Tri-lanna smiles nervously, clearly scared to be in the middle of the orc camp, but she curls up next to you.

You awake pleasantly, feeling warm and aroused. When you open your eyes, the source of this feeling becomes obvious – a brunette head bobs up and down on your cock, and beyond it you can see the owner’s bare arse thrust sluttily into the air. The girl’s blowjob is vigorous, enthusiastic and skilled.

The sight of this is enough to push you over the edge, and you shoot your seed into her mouth. She swallows eagerly, gulping it down.

You sit up hurriedly, still not sure of what’s going on. The girl gets up on her knees and smiles at you. She is adorned with jewellery that probably represents more wealth than you’ve seen in your life – bangles and anklet that chime like bells when she moves, and jewelled rings through her ears and naval. All this just serves to highlight the fact that she is otherwise completely naked. She seems unashamed as your gaze takes in her luscious curves and shaven pussy – in fact, she seems to enjoy it.

“Good morning, Master,” she says, her voice clear and sweet.

“Who – who are you?” you ask.

“I am Miriam, Master,” she says. “I am one of the camp **** girls. I heard that the Warlord had a new follower. They say you killed Master Vash-gul. I… am glad. He enjoyed making us girls suffer. Many will be grateful to you for that.” Her eyes are demurely downcast, but now she looks up at you wickedly through the lashes. “If I may say so, Master… I was concerned that a human male would not compare well to the orcs. But your manhood would put many of my other masters to shame.”

She stands suddenly, making her breasts bounce captivatingly. “I have brought you food.” There is a tray on the floor of the tent. You were worried about what the orcs would eat, but it looks like a good, wholesome meal of bacon, eggs, beard and cheese.

Miriam bends gracefully from the waist to pick up the tray, showing of her gorgeous arse to you. A symbol marks each cheek, apparently painted in ink.

“What are those marks?” you ask. You hear movement beside you, and realise Tri-lanna’s woken up and is staring at Miriam incredulously.

“They are the signs of ownership, Master,” she says. “Mystical sigils that proclaim me the property of the Black Steel Orcs – and proclaims that I’m one of their best girls,” she adds proudly. “See, they’re designed to glow through anything which covers them.” Still bent over part way, she places a hand on each buttock. You do notice the glowing outline of the symbols through her hands. But you’re more fascinated with the way she’s just spread her buttocks, exposing her pussy – which you see is dripping with the joy of showing herself off – and the rosebud of her arsehole to your hungry gaze. From the naughty way she looks at you over her shoulder, it seems her gesture is nowhere near as innocent as it seems. She knows what she’s doing to you, and enjoys your desire for her.

You are stunned. The girls you had courted back in your village had either been shy and meek, or proud and forthright young women who’d looked forward to a life of dominating whichever farmer they married. In either case, they had generally been pious and chaste, although you’d had some luck in persuading them to relax their chastity. In appearance, Miriam could have been any of them, although her beauty would make her stand out in any village. But her behaviour… her eager, inviting submission, the unabashed display of her naked body, the sheer wanton delight she takes in her own sluttiness… all this sets your passions aflame.

[Credit to JonTheMan for coming up with Miriam and the Orc Camp.]