Join her; orc or not, the woman is stunning.

Chapter 4: Temptation

"Myr-be-praised," you utter, sighing resolutely. You know what you must do.

The woman before you narrows her eyes skeptically, again either not hearing you or not understanding. She is a beauty, orc or otherwise, and this feels like providence. Never have you seen such an exquisite body, and you're not keen to waste the opportunity. Your battle is won; your blade cleansed. Now your desires are free to turn elsewhere.

The fires that were once the thrill of battle have settled into the hot embers of lust. You stand fully, exposing your waist and hips once again to the orc woman as you slowly angle your silver sword to the outer banks of the pool. Your answer to the orc's curiosity is spelled out clearly in your stiffening flesh, and she doesn't fail to notice. Both corners of the orc's lips curl upwards... appreciatively?

Your sword you carry with you, blade inverted to appear less threatening , as you trudge yourself through the water towards the rocky shore of the pool where she waits. Mere paces away you stop, locking eyes with the smirking beauty. One, strong green hand moves along the outside of her hip, gently tracing a line for your eyes to follow. You point easily to your mixed bundle of garments, seeking the brown bottle amongst them. To the orc you make a simple gesture, bringing the curled fingers of your free hand up to your lips in a drinking motion.

Gods, you're thirsty.

The orc chuckles, her voice musical amidst the rhythmic pounding of the falls. She tilts her head and the wrist of one hand, welcoming you to help yourself to her abandoned vessel. You bow your head in thanks. Whatever develops in the fast-approaching moonlight, it's no cause to abandon your manners.

Your guest eagerly watches your every step as you finally make your way to the water's edge. Crouching, you find your scabbard and reverently slip the length of your blade into it. Setting it aside, you find and claim the brown gourd and rise with it. It is heavier than you expected, the contents sloshing alluringly as you shift back to face its owner. She is barely more than your arm's reach away, holding still and silent as if testing you. You are evenly matched in height, and you size each other up with unknowable anticipation. You pull the stopper and meet her eyes.