Towards the orcs

Your path was clear, the orcs. They were probably some of the biggest problems in the region. Bandits and warlords seemed to be plentiful. Mercenary work was also a common practice amongst them. Or so you heard, being a former simple farmer.

Your immaculate bare feet felt the dirt road and grass for what felt like the first time. You thankfully had no need for food or rest. Made the journey so much easier. However danger could still rear it's head and you kept alert. There was no way you wanted to get caught.

It was days before you saw signs of civilization. Abandoned orc camps. The campfires occasionally still warm. At least you knew you were close. It was weird to think it but you could even smell the men. That masculine scent of groups of rowdy men. They must break camp at sun up. Where they head is a mystery. Maybe they serve a chief, maybe they're loose bands of men.

What was clear was you needed to find the head of the whole thing. You could crumble the orc forces by seducing the leader. With him under your thumb that would be a major destructive **** halted. That wasn't a perfect plan but it was the best you could do. Your beauty put to use.

Hopefully they'd take your bait. Maybe they could mistake you for a woman. That might be fun. Your eyes ran over yet another abandoned camp. You tried to hide the excitement but it was obviously peaking out from your robes. Regardless, you carried on your journey. Forest undergrowth rustled under your feet.

Warm summer weather kept you invigorated. The nights were lovely and the days warmed you down to your core. It was odd not running into any of the camps during the nights. At the same time, you hoped to directly meet the war chief.

After almost a month's journey you came across an occupied camp. Orc men, around the campfire. You could feel them exude rugged masculinity. It made you horny just being near them. Thankfully, none of them noticed you yet. Your next move might change everything.