A bath

Uthul led me through the bustling camp, pausing to squeeze my bicep with an amused grunt.

“Too soft for the smithy,” she mocked, loud enough for the nearby grunts to chuckle. “I had other ideas initially, but since you lack true male strength, you will perform duties better suited to your delicate nature.”

I had... strength! Granted, not as much as any of her warriors, but still!

She brought me to a secluded, steam-filled cavern housing a private hot spring.

“Strip,” Uthul commanded, shedding her armor to reveal her towering, muscular green body - and the heavy weight of her large member swinging between her thighs. “You will bathe me and oil my skin.”

Standing completely naked before her, my pale skin flushed red in the heat. Yet, as I stepped into the warm water, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting downward. I was completely exposed, but I also felt a slight... fascination. Seeing that massive, thick member hanging between her thighs immediately made a small part of me start wondering.

Swallowing my pride, I grabbed the jar of slick oils. My hands shook a little as I pressed my palms flat against her broad, green shoulders, kneading the tension out of her dense muscles. Uthul let out a deep, vibrating purr that went straight to my chest, leaning back against the smooth rock and closing her eyes. The warm water sloshed between our bodies, and the air got incredibly thick as my slick fingers slid down her collarbones, tracing dangerously close to where that heavy length rested against her thigh.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps shattered the silence.

A massive, heavily scarred male orc stepped out of the steam, his dark eyes locking onto me with hungry ownership before shifting to Uthul with pure disdain.

“Consorting with human pets, Uthul?” the male rumbled venomously. “The vanguard grows restless while our chieftain plays house with a fragile human!”