Sidestory One: Abigail Button - Part 1

As Itu got in the carriage with Ari to go on her little date, A certain orc considered the girl who’d been left in her care. She made up her mind, stepping forward to the scantily clad women, her hand finding a grip on Abigail’s far shoulder. It was almost like a half hug, gentle too, though the wolfish grin Eekaa was wearing could have been mistaken for something predatory.

Eekaa spoke up, “****, hm?” She said, as if it was less of a question and more of an idea she was tossing up. Abigail carefully regarded her new client, giving the orc a sheepish once-over. Eekaa had no such doubts, her hand slipping from Abigail’s shoulder to pull her in by the waist.

Abigail let out an adorable “Eep!” as she was **** to stand closer to the overbearing greenskin, her hands clasped at her front. She was starting to feel the excitement building, her usual bouts with Ari feeling awfully similar to the current situation. Slowly, the carriage in front of them started rolling forward, it’s occupants unwise to the little bit of flirting going on outside, not that they’d have minded.

Abigail let her eyes linger on the carriage that would have been her normal workstation, a mistake that Eekaa took full advantage of. The orc took a step back, tipping the poor girl off balance with a stronger tug straight into her waiting arms… onto of her shoulder.

“Hey! Wait, what are you doing?” Abigail questioned, her entire being suddenly upended as Eekaa headed toward the stairs.

A hand came down on her ass, prompting a strong mix of both arousal and confusion, Eekaa not explaining in the slightest. What only made matters worse was that while Abigail was wearing at least something to cover her no doubt reddening cheek, it was beginning to ride up, the flimsy fabric finding it’s way to leave her bare by the time they reached the second story door. She of course didn’t complain immediately, it would probably have meant another smack anyway…

The threat didn’t stop her from asking, “are you really going to carry me all the way up? I’m in danger of hitting my-” She got part way before being interrupted, Eekaa having issued another slap like she was beating a drum, this time harder, and on the other cheek. Abigail bit down on her lip to stifle the little sound escaping her throat.

Eekaa, continuing up, stayed silent while Abigail contemplated. She couldn’t help but want to speak. Waiting until the next landing, Abigail just held on, a little admiration at the orc’s muscled back moving under her palms. It was corded like iron, much different from the usual plumpness of her clients, who’s usual boring treatment was discussing the weather, or taking her in missionary. She sometimes wished she didn’t have to compliment them, but at least today she had someone worthy of it.

The final step coming into view, Abigail took a breath to raise her voice, and was instead promptly put back down, her legs touching the floor with an unsure wobble as her ass remember what it felt like to be covered. Eekaa stepped closer to her, trapping her between the wall and another set of enticing muscles, her hands reaching behind. Was she grabbing her ass now? Was she going to pin her to the wall and kiss her? Eekaa smiled for a moment, staring her dead in the eyes.

Her hand was fumbling with something that caused a click while she got closer, forcing Abigail to step back against the wall, her other arm finding its way above her shoulder, probably to lean on it… At least that’s what Abigail was thinking. Stepping back, the poor girl nearly tripped when the wall that she thought was behind her was actually a door, its surprise opening revealing Ari’s main home, complete with a small kitchen and generous bed beyond a doorway. She backpedalled with wide eyes while Eekaa laughed at her, taking a moment to shut the door and let Abigail recover, smoothing her clothes back down.

Eekaa’s eyes flicked to the bed for a moment, before flicking back to the girl. A thought crossed her mind, but Abigail wasn’t privy to it, just looking on while the relative brute lingered. Eekaa reached behind her, a hand fiddling with something before coming back to the front, slowly unwrapping the cloth around her chest. It loosened slightly with each go around, the fabric dropping to the ground in no time, Eekaa tossing it to the clean floor with her green tits hanging in the air unceremoniously.

Abigail clearly wasn’t used to this faster sort of engagement, once again making a mistake by staring too long, triggering Eekaa to grunt and walk over. By the time Abigail was aware of it, Eekaa had grabbed onto one of her still clothed tits, pulling her close to reach around, undoing the lacing on her clothes. The weaker woman instinctively put her hands up, coming to rest on Eekaa’s abs while this happened, getting a feel for the front of the orc, not that the soft tits weren’t also enticing. Idly exploring with her hands, she couldn’t help but think about how she was getting closer and closer to exposing her by the second.

Finally, the last string was pulled as Eekaa pulled off the thin leather piece, discarding it and showing the dress-like covering underneath. It couldn’t have been called a bra, more-so something to cover her shoulders, clearly letting the points of two hard nipples show through. Eekaa grabbed one while her hand slipped underneath the thing, twisting slightly with a touch of malice.

Staying firm, Abigail didn’t make any noise this time, just bearing it while Eekaa twisted more, and then more again. The orc’s sneakier hand was close to teasing the other nipple for a moment, but stayed relatively where it was, letting the single point of focus do all it would. It was painful, but that only served to get Abigail more wet, the panties she was wearing no doubt reaching that point of soaking through just from this. Eekaa let go. Letting the breath out that she had been holding, Abigail realised how hard she had been gripping Eekaa’s sides, her fingers having strained against the sculpted muscle.

She once again got caught admiring the orc, though this time the feeling was mutual, Eekaa testing the heft of her tit while her other hand slipped further down, going to Abigail’s favourite area, her perfectly portioned ass. It was a thing built to take impacts, to be driven into a bed, to be spanked and kneaded and fucked. She couldn’t have felt happier then, when Eekaa slapped it, the feeling of it jiggle mixing into the pain and sting, only for the hand to start kneading with a strong grip. Abigail pressed herself against Eekaa, struggling not to show how much she enjoyed the treatment, pushing her ass into Eekaa’s hand.

Eekaa let go for a moment, slapping her ass one more time as she circled around slightly, giving a tug on the masochist’s lower coverings. They were aimed for the doorway into the bedroom and subsequent bed like this, Abigail putting her hands to work as she looked away from Eekaa into the romantic room. It wasn’t her first time in there, the memory of Ari’s touch definitely a grace on many nights.

Pulling the top layer off her wide hips, Abigail soon realised her mistake as another slap came, bouncing off her ass with enough **** to make her stumble in the direction of the bed. She started walking, letting the covering drop so she could step out of it, putting a sashay into the few steps left to reach the bed, slowing right down as Eekaa followed, just waiting for that last slap.

Eekaa, perceptive as ever, didn’t give it to her just yet, pushing her forward to lean on the bed.

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