Fuck her arse.

Miriam’s pussy glistens in the bright morning light that seeps in through the tent flap. But your gaze is caught by something else – her pretty arsehole, also displayed to you. No woman from your village would even consider offering that to a man, but when she sees where you’re looking, Miriam gives you another wicked grin, and spits on her fingers. She runs them along the crack of her arse, pushing them gentling into the hole to make sure it’s well lubricated.

It’s an invitation few men could refuse, and right now you’re not one of them. Miriam gives a shriek of pleasure as you grab her hips and drive into her, forcing your way into her arse. For a moment you wonder if the noise will attract attention, as the sound must be clearly audible beyond the thin walls of the tent. But you realise such things must be common amongst the orcs.

She gasps, thrusting her hips back against you. Her little hole is incredibly tight, even more so that Tri-lanna’s sweet elven slit.

“Fuck!” she moans. “Yes, your cock is as good as an orc’s! –At least- as good!”

She steadies herself on the ground with one hand, allowing her to keep balance as you pound her upturned arse. The other plays with her hanging tits, tugging roughly at her nipples before reaching between her legs to stroke her twat.

Tri-lanna watches with rapt attention as you fuck Miriam. Glancing over, you see one of her hands play over her breast, before sliding down to gently caress her pussy through her clothes.

Your attention is draw back to Miriam as she screams in orgasm. With a grunt, you spend your seed, pouring it into Miriam’s bowels.

After you pull out of her, she hands you the breakfast tray as if nothing had happened. As she straightens, your cum starts to dribble from her arse, trickling down her thighs. With a smile, she runs her fingers along the curve of her buttocks, gathering some and tasting it.

“Mm…” she says, “Much sweeter than an orcs. Here-” she gathers some more and stretches out her white-stained fingers to Tri-lanna. To your surprise, the elf eagerly and sensuously licks them clean.

You settle down to eat, sharing the meal with Tri-lanna. Miriam says she’s already eaten. Instead, she spends the time fingering her pussy, unconcerned with your presence as she brings herself to a smaller, gentler orgasm.

After you’ve eaten, you arrange your clothing. Vash-gul’s armour is too big for you, but there are several long, studded leather straps that Miriam tells you are used for light protection, and you buckle these around you. As an afterthought, you strap Vash-gul’s sword to your back. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a polished breastplate and are surprised at what you see. You look light a mighty barbarian warrior from the tales, the kind that are great heroes – or mighty warriors who conquer cities and ravish queens.

“With your permission, Master,” Miriam says, “I will act as your guide. And… perhaps you’ll fuck me again soon. Or… I know she is yours, but maybe you’d like to see me eat out your ****? I like to taste all the new girls…”

You laugh, although the thought is undeniably deeply arousing. “Guidance first, please.”