Right path

Of course you head towards the fight, somebody is in danger. Sprinting down the path the noises get louder. It appears to be a woman fighting a monster judging from the snarling and shouting you hear. As the path takes a sharp right you see the battle going on. An orc standing about seven feet tall with green skin and wielding a club made of wood stands opposite to a person in armour. The armoured person is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Her hair pulled into a ponytail is as black as the abyss, her face makes her appear as a goddess like in the paintings of the church, and what you can make of her figure is what you imagine the perfect woman would have. Her armour is dark grey with a design you've never seen before. Enough observing she appears to have the disadvantage.

“Can't fool me pretty lady! Now you die!” the orc splutters, his wounds oozing blood on the ground. The woman appears to be winded, unable to stop this orcs overhead swing coming down on her crouched body. You charge in between the pair, deflecting the blow intended for the knight with your shield and riposte the surprised orc who appears to have not noticed you join the fight. With a stab straight through the heart the orc slumps down, breathing his last gasps.

“Thank you kind stranger...not many people would come to someone's aid in this treacherous land. My name is Liara and I wish to pay my debt to you.” Coming in through ragged breaths she stands herself up and pulls you into a hug. She smells like strawberries causing you to hug back to get more of her smell. Even though there is no skin contact because of the armour the hug sends goosebumps down your back. After a much longer time than a hug needed to be you step away from her. Caught off guard by your own reaction you fumble to say anything "It...it...um...was nothing *cough*, why were you here Liara?"

She gives a small laugh at your reaction and begins to circle around your dazed form, "I'm on my way to the Lord's keep, I need his assistance in an important matter." She stands close now, enveloping you in that heavenly scent, "I created a camp not far from here to wait out the night, that's when I heard noises from the path and bumped into the orc."

Ashamed, you realise being around this woman has made you insanely horny for her. No woman has ever had this effect, you've barely paid attention to her words, more was spent on admiring her silky face. You squirm trying to scratch that itch in your sex, she just radiates sexy. A part of you wonders if these feelings for Liara are natural or brought on by outside factors. The orc did say he wouldn't fall for her tricks, maybe she is not all she seems. Or the orc was just being dumb as is the stereotype for their race, her irises are not red like Robert's.

“Do you need some help knight that I can provide...on your quest of course?” Liara says with what you think is a hint of desire in her voice.