You begin to cooperate.

You return to your room to dry off, a trail of water spots forming behind you along the way. Your shoes make a squishy, sucking sound with every step. The weight of your soaked clothes weigh you down and make the calm breeze frigid. You'd rather take these accursed clothes off and just drag them to your room, but think better of it. They won't continue to play these games with you, and that kind of disrespect immediately after what happened would only enrage. This is going to take getting used to again, considering how long you've gone without, and been perfectly content. You start to wonder as to the root cause for the difference in behaviors between orc and human, and what causes humans to be so big about clothing, even in environments where it isn't strictly optional. Humans, especially these humans, would suggest that it's a sign of culture and sophistication, and that orcs proclivity to bare their skin shows their savageness and obsession with sex. Given the time you've spent in both worlds, you don't think that's correct at all.

Well, maybe a little, you admit. Orcs do exhibit a larger libido, but you still suspect it isn't the whole story. Human society is very regimented. Things are done in specific places, at specific times, by specific people. A common girl like you could never be in charge, and Lord Shallis would never be out farming or doing manual labor. With the exception of slaves like you, orc society is very open and free. Anyone could become the chief, they only need to show the strength and determination to take it. Otherwise, everyone in a clan is expected to be able to do everything, but allows for people to emphasize their interests and natural talents. In the communal nature, there was not one dedicated place for any activity; it was common for orcs to sleep in the same place where they ate. This was also why it appeared from the outside that they had a greater sex drive; orcs frequently fucked in broad daylight and in front of others. In colder seasons, families sharing a tent would often fuck next to each other. Sharing spouses also wasn't terribly uncommon. You begin to suspect that orcs aren't really any hornier than humans; they just don't have the shame to hide it.

You bring yourself to the door to your room. You wonder if Mirjare is still inside, and if she's enjoying her time away from menial duties for a while. It just dawned on you that she's going to have to deal with these wet clothes now, causing your heart to sink. You opened the door slowly, quietly, with the unexpected sight of Mirjare still in the dress with her legs up the air at the edge of the bed, with some stranger in between them, feet on the floor, sliding his cock back and forth inside her. The two are oblivious to your entrance, keeping deep eye contact with one another. It's only after you bring yourself around that the young lady sees you, and rather than being startled, begins to giggle.

"Look Boudicca, I caught one!" she jokes with another laugh. The man she "caught" turns to look at you, and also doesn't seem to mind your arrival. Nor should he, you reason. It's your room after all. He's decent enough. Older than her by a good few years, closer to your age of around the early 30's. His slight age, coupled with his life of luxury has started to form a slight gut around his midsection. His face is also a little round as well, with slight stubble that, like his hair, looks either brown or blonde depending on where the light hits. For human standards, this stranger is well equipped. You wonder how much he could please you, but he seems to be doing just fine with Mirjare. He takes a big smile, confident in himself.

"You must be the one everyone is talking about it. Why don't you take all of that off and come join us?" You smile at the kind offer. Even if you don't find him especially attractive, you'll at least take the opportunity to drop out of these heavy wet clothes. Clinging to your body, it takes some work to worm yourself out, but you feel great relief once you do. Your body still feels chilly to the touch even outside, and you hurry up to the bed for some degree of warmth, coming around from the other side. The lord sees an opportunity and takes it. He rapidly pulls out of Mirjare, to her disappointment, and uses his strength to put her on her belly inside. Face to face with you, she implicitly understand where this is going, as she crawls to you on her hands and knees.

"Have you ever had your pussy eaten out by another girl?" She asks, seductively. You smile as you shake your head "No, I've never had it eaten out by anyone actually."

"Well, isn't this your lucky day?" The lord asked rhetorically. You and Mirjare start to make out together, as he slowly strokes himself to the show. Her hands move across your body, the warmth sending all new sensations against your cold skin. She bends down and licks small circles around your tiny erect nipples, causing your eyes to widen dramatically. Just as you start to get accustomed to the feeling, the lord pulls Mirjare by the foot towards him. She lets out a yelp in surprise, and you can't help but giggle at the show. You can't see it, but you can definitely tell he's entered her again from how she arches her back and presses her eyes shut. As the two of them find their rhythm, you adjust yourself on the bed, legs spread wide, your back supported by numerous pillows. Mirjare leans down to tend to your pussy, never having experienced a tongue before. The soft warmth is a strong departure from the hard brutality of the orcs, but by no means unwelcome. You melt in your position, holding her head relatively in place, brushing her soft brown hair. Her moving back and forth as she gets fucked makes things a little more difficult, but all the more pleasurable. You smile seductively as you look deep into the lord's eyes, as he looks back at you. In this way, the servant Mirjare is being used on both ends, but is happy to oblige, letting out deep breaths into your sopping wet pussy.

A thought enters your mind, as you hold her head with both hands now, taunting the lord "You like that young twat, your eminence? Give her all you have, I want to feel you pound her through her tongue." He doesn't respond verbally, he doesn't have to. He gives a strong, singular slap against her ass before he does what you command, pumping her pussy hard, filling the room with distinct smacking sounds. Mirjare can hardly keep focus, trying desperately to continue pleasing you through the ****. She does an amazing job, it must be said. You can feel it; an orgasm, the first you've had like this. Your male partner sees the look on your face and hits Mirjare with everything he has, hoping to drive you all the way. You and her scream out as you cum at nearly the exact same second. Your body goes limp immediately after, leaving you to watch his face contort as she groans and shoots his load deep inside the petty servant girl, still wearing a noble woman's dress.

With some difficulty, he pushes his cock, still semi-erect back into his clothes, and gives a jaunty bow "Gooday milady's, was a great pleasure making your acquaintance. I should really hope I have the privilege of seeing you yet again." As he makes his way out. Mirjare eases herself up and lays on the bed next to you, semen slowly leaking out of her tight pussy. She has a strange smile that demands you to inquire.

"Yes, Mirjare, is there something on your mind?"

"Human life isn't so bad after, is it?"

"No, I guess it has it's perks." You say with a genuine smile, resting in the bed alongside her.