The Morning After

Korr wakes up in the witch's bed, feeling remarkably energized. Seeing the angle of the sunlight coming in from the open windows tells him that he has slept much later than usual. Understandable, considering how late he went to sleep last night.

After a quick look around the room, he gets up and head for the balcony, where Stella is eating from a lavish breakfast platter.

"Slept well?" she asks with a satisfied grin while holding a slice of some exotic fruit.

"I sure did," he replies before sitting beside her. She puts one leg on top of his knees while he assembles food onto the plate she had put on for him. "Are we alone?"

"Yeah, our company left while you were still snoring."

"I don't snore!" Korr objects, while sounding slightly less self-assured than he meant to. None of his previous bedfellows have ever mentioned snoring, and the witch is opinionated enough that she would've complained about it by now.

"I'm just teasing, darling."

"Yeah, I know..."

"I've received some reports," Stella says, taking Korr's mind off of the potential snoring issue. "Scouts came in during the night."

"They're not the only one who came tonight," Korr lets out, hoping that some banter will make him appear more confident and cocky in front of her. The snickers she tries to muffle tells him that it's working well enough.

"Alright, alright. We'll finish breakfast and then go on with the rest of our morning ritual, then we'll meet with some of the others in the war room."

"Some of the others?"

"Yes. The new scouts reports are about orc troops movement, which doesn't concern everyone here. Cherry, for example, has work to do in the royal forests of Gallade, so her focus is on Gallade soldiers."

"... The dryad's mission is in the forest where I was captured?"

"Yes."

Korr doesn't respond. Is Cherry's mission linked to the same mission that had led him and his boys in those same woods? Was the dryad tasked with taking out the prince? Did she plan to do so lethally?

While he's lost in his thoughts, a delicious-looking strip of crispy bacon gently prods his lips. Stella, of course, is holding the piece of meat, and trying to use it to calm the orc.

Korr opens his mouth and lets her feed him, gently closing his lips around her slender fingers. His eye darts towards the witch, and he can see in her lustful gaze that she's done with breakfast.

"Bed or shower?" he asks, after annihilating the small piece of meat.

"Bed first?" she replies, insinuating that they'll fuck in both.

Korr grabs the witch in one hand and the remaining bacon strips in the other before heading back inside.