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A soft series of moans are quickly muffled between the two of you as you thrust your softening member between her legs a few more times as you kiss her back. A smile slowly spreads across your lips as you feel her twitch and quiver beneath you, and after a few moments of teasing her, you pull away from her. A small whine slips out of the Orc as you sit back on your heels, her arms falling away from your back as she twists her hips seductively against you, throwing her waist around enough that you catch a glimpse of her large rear jiggling against your groin, her oversensitive, twitching sex forcing her body to jerk slightly as she clearly tries to entice you back into another kiss. It only takes a few seconds of this before she fails to suppress another moan and thrusts her chest out at you while her whole body shudders beneath you.

Smiling, you grab one of her breasts with your right hand and give it a hard squeeze, pulling a little gasp out of her as she reaches between you and wraps her hand around your length with that rough grip of hers.

"Careful..." You warn with a slight glare, forcing a timid little peep out of her before she quickly relaxes her hand on your cock and slowly pulls it out and up over her stomach, stroking the last of your cum all the way out onto your abdomen as she lets it rest on top of her as your eyes widen when you look down from her tits. Your breath catches in your throat for a brief moment as you look down and nearly ****.

You're fucking huge!

Your eyes nearly cross at the sheer size of the monster between your legs, your gaze following down the massive girth for a moment before you find the swollen looking sack hanging beneath you and you can't help but think that you were not this big just a little while ago. Sure enough though, just as your eyes move over to the rest of your form, chiseled, bulging muscle pops out from you.

"Herod Runoggo..." Chosen. Blessed...Master. Lover. You barely even notice the meaning behind her words, or hear the words themselves as your body slowly starts to shrink. Your muscles, your overall size, your groin; Hell, your entire body all begins to just steadily contract and diminsh beneath your gaze, skin and bone and all. And just as you're about to return to your normal, slender self, you stop changing, your body still slightly firmer and bigger than before. More than that...as you stare at the bared expanse of skin that your new and sudden lack of a shirt has cost you, you find your eyes lingering on a marking that you didn't remember being there a second ago. You stare as the distinct colors of three different parts of your tattoo jump out at you, each on burning in a flaming spiral that circles each other. Each one in the shape of egg and all of them a different color ranging from a bluish black...a vibrant red...and a golden white.

A decision lies before you.

A cocky little chuckle passes through your lips before you can stop it, your eyes roaming first, over your new muscle definition and your enlarged manhood, then over to your Orcish lover. It's a little intoxicating, you quietly note with a subtle flex from your abdomen, how firm and just how..._new _you feel, even if you are barely in better shape than you were when you woke up.

"What are you?" The brutal rumbling of a familiar Orcish voice pulls you out of your moment of amazement.

"I'm human. What're you?" You grunt back before you can stop yourself. A loud grumbling echoes in your stomach as you blankly turn away from her and attempt to stand. The second you make it to your feet though, your pants fall back to the ground to rejoin the Orcish woman as she props herself up on an elbow to look at you.

"Orcish." She replies with a flat tone, her eyes immediately glaring daggers into your back as if you answered incorrectly somehow while you struggle to pull your pants back up. For a moment you fight with the idea that she is actually some kind of fictional, childhood creature, before your mind echoes what it was she actually said back at you. Raquine. Perhaps then Orcish was simply just the best translation that your mind could make up for you.

"Hmm...what's your name?" You ask with a hint of genuine curiosity and guilt, wincing slightly and rubbing your head as you give up on your pants for the time being and walk over to the bag of supplies she seemed to stash your items in. Immediately, you see a medical injection canister sticking out of the top of the light blue cloth bag and you cock an eyebrow in that direction as you look over the rest of the contents.

For the most part, all you can see inside the bag is extra clothing for your orcish companion, your items, another knife with a sickly sharp, serrated edge to it, some extra meat, and a couple of bulging waterskins.

It isn't until you're on your knees in front of all the gear, holding the bag of rocks up to your face while it's sickly sweet smell pervades all your senses that it strikes you. Not only do you feel drawn to these little pebbles, but you also know, that in a strange way, you have seem these before.

"Gora." You hear her answer from somewhere behind you.

"My name is Gora." She repeats after a moment and you feel her step up behind you as you pick up the bag.

"Gora...wha-" You pause for a moment thinking about how to phrase the question. "Why did you tell me not to touch the vines?" You say as she steps into the edge of your vision, your fingers confirming that there were no other things to be found within the blue bag. Her body stiffens for a second and she turns to look at you, no longer walking as she tried to dress. Her eyes narrow at you and for a second it seems like she can't tell if you're kidding or not from the glare she gives you. The look you give her however only seems to confirm your cluelessness for her as she stares at the forest around you.

A genuine biome of trees surrounds you now that you look at it. From a simple spin you can see that, in every direction, no matter which way you look, including up, all you can see around you are trees and vines. For a moment you start to think it impossible, your eyes hardening to look for even a source of light in the sky, but now that you try, it seems almost impossible to find even sunlight peeking through the leaves. The foliage is so thick and so...omnipresent, that your eyes actually adjusted to the dark some time ago!

"Is it night time?" You find yourself mumbling under your breath as you aimlessly walk around a bit, just looking for the sun.

"No." She grunts, and tilts her head as she stares at you. "It is day." You stop and turn to stare at her as she continues talking, gesturing to the vines around the two of you as she does. "They are Frokir." She explains, as if that would answer everything and points to one thick, green, calloused vine in particular. The word eventually translates in your mind though, and what she says almost leaves you stunned.

Alive.

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"What?!" You shout, and she glares at you for the noise, ignoring the fact that what ever sound the two of you had made just moments ago was way louder.

"They live..." She pauses and her whole attitude darkens as she glares at the almost scaly greenery. "They eat." She snarls out and you turn to watch as she pick up a couple of rocks and tosses it at the pile of vines.

You almost speak up as nothing happens, your voice searching for the skepticism that would come naturally after a statement like that but as you do... the forest around you shifts. Branches and leaves wave in an absent wind, trees shake and creak, and the vines, the ones that you had been sitting on and climbing over... They uncurl before your very eyes, twisting under and over each other like a hundred endless snakes. You watch as they all move, turning and opening and closing until the rocks that Gora had thrown on them sink somewhere into the piles of vines and the whole mass suddenly contracts. It bunches up, the greenery audibly groaning with strain as it squeezes whatever fresh prey it had found until you hear those stones, actual rock and earth, crack from the amount of pressure it puts on the tiny pieces.

"They feed." She growls, and suddenly you find yourself shivering and unable to blame her for acting so hostile to the plants here. Eventually the forest comes to a gradual stop, and you stand there, struck with fear as you realize... you can't even hear any animals in this forest.

Inventory has been re-obtained!

Traditional Orcish dagger received!

A beginning path must be chosen! Strength, magic, or stealth?