Swallow it down. There’s no tastebuds in your stomach.

With a large gulp, I **** down the bitter nut milk. It catches in my throat and I can feel the lump move down to my stomach.

Fuut watches intently, as if expecting something to happen. I feel a ball of anxiety welling up inside me at her intense gaze.

Actually… that’s not anxiety…

The same tingling I felt with the nut milk in my mouth now radiates from my gut. It’s warm, like a fire burning, but not completely unpleasant. As the tingle subsides, I look at Fuut, who is still watching my reactions intensely.

“You know… that’s kinda creepy the way you’re watching me…” I quip.

“Did you… like it?” Fuut asked.

I look at Fuut incredulously, “Gods no!” I swallow hard, realizing there is still a bitter tang in my mouth, “That was awful! I’ve never tasted anything that bitter before!”

Next to us, Clow begins laughing, “Sister, mother told you to be sure to have more than meats for your nut milk flavorings!”

Fuut glares at Clow, irritated by her comments. “Zornma says my nut milk is the most potent the tribe has ever had!”

Clow scoffs, “Zornma ## ##### ###### ####!”

Fuut responds to Clow in Orcish, and a brief verbal exchange occurs between the sisters. I have no idea what they’re saying, but I catch them mention Zornma some more, and the word “mint”.

“Mother says the mint will help!” Clow stresses to Fuut.

“Bah! My nurse is strong, like me! She will thrive well!” Fuut says confidently. “Mint or not!”

I look at Cynthia who gives me an almost apologetic look. I hope she can tell me what I missed in the exchange between the sisters.

Fuut scoops up a thick spoonful of the gelatinous nut milk and puts it to my face. “Eat more. It will make you strong.”

I take the spoon into my mouth, and the tingle is back. The bitter taste permeates my mouth uncomfortably, but I don’t gag. As far as I can tell, this is food of some sort, and Fuut isn’t trying to poison me. From the sounds, it seems the opposite: if I can stomach this… stuff… it will make me stronger.

Maybe I will be strong enough to escape?

If the flavor wasn’t so potently bitter, the tingle in my mouth would be… nice?

Every time I swallow and the nut milk gets to my stomach, the tingle radiates. It feels… good. I like the way it makes my belly feel…

By the time the bowl is empty, I’ve lost track of the time, and acclimated to the flavor so much that when I opened my mouth for more and it was all gone, I let out a disappointed pout.

Fuut was surprisingly proud of that, and she inhaled deep through her nose. “That was all I brought you for now. But I will bring you larger portions next time… if you would like?” Fuut reached out and softly patted my shoulder.

While my first instinct was to pull away, I realized as her hand touched me that I was super sensitive… her soft touch on my shoulder was… sensual? It feels as good as when I let the farm hand grope my breast. Oh, that farm hand made me so…

I look down and realize that, just like Cynthia, my breasts are perky and firm… my nipples are erect, obvious through the fabric. Why is my body… aroused… of all things?! I’ve been kidnapped, sleep-deprived, and thrown to the ground, but hey, why not get horny now?!

Fuck… I’m SUPER horny right now. It’s not just by breasts either, I’m wet… really wet… I’m so wet I can smell how wet I am… and it’s more than that, I can smell how wet Cynthia is too…

My eyes open wide as I realize Fuut just inhaled deep. She also knows how wet I am too! I blush deep red and look away from Fuut.

“Sorry, I think I’m going to need a bath…” I mutter quietly.

Fuut smiles and delicately strokes my arm with her firm fingers, smiling, “You are fine. In our tribe, feel free to indulge your… urges.”

I feel myself leak more aroused juices as she touches me. I look over to Cynthia to see how she’s feeling, and I’m shocked my what I see.

Cynthia is tensed up with her head pointed up at the ceiling. Her eyes are closed, but her eyelids are twitching and fluttering. Her neck bulges as she stifles a large exhalation. Is she… cumming?

Looking down, Clow has one hand under Cynthia, between her legs. While I can’t see what Clow is doing, it is obvious from the wet squelching that Cynthia is getting fingered by Clow, and cumming hard on the she-orc’s hand.

As Cynthia comes down off the orgasm, her breasts heave as she catches her breath. Clow pulls her drenched wet hand from between Cynthia’s legs, and… licks the wetness off?!

Cynthia watches Clow do this with a lustful gaze that makes me think that if Cynthia wasn’t still tied up, she’d probably pounce on Clow for more.

Fuut, watching her sister lapping at Cynthia’s wetness from her hand looks back to me. “In our tribe, if there is something you want, you work together to take it.”

I keep my composure as Fuut continues to caress my arm. I feel my pussy leaking more, my arousal tingling kind of like the nut milk tingled in my belly. Gods I’m horny, but I don’t think a big muscley orc woman is what I’m horny for…

Is it?

“Let me know if you’d like… a hand…” Fuut smiles as she stands up to leave.

I blush. Did she just offer to do what Clow did to Cynthia… to ME? The arousal in my brain is on fire, and I’m almost willing to take her offer, but…

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I say as I sit back, putting some distance between us.“Thank you for the meal… even if it was horribly bitter.”

As the orc sisters prepare to leave, Clow puts her arm around Fuut’s shoulder, using the position to wave her freshly used hand around in Fuut’s face.

Fuut lets out a frustrated growl as she pushes Clow’s arm off her. There is an exchange in Orcish between them, with Fuut sounding angry, and Clow sounding smug. A small giggle bubbles out of Cynthia as the sisters walk away, leaving the hut.

Cynthia sits back and sighs contentedly, “Fuck I needed that…”

I look at her with a smirk. “Did you really let her… do that… to you?”

Cynthia smiles at me, “Yup. And that firm, rough skin hit all the right spots…”

I’m starting to think that Cynthia actually WANTS to be here…