Lights, Camera, Orc-tion!

30: Y'know

With the stream over, a solid sort of silence took the place of the constant pings of the messages. Avicia sighed and slumped back against Kahdreg, legs relaxing even as the orc still held her squished against them. Kahdreg heaving breaths were slowing, starting to level out. She watched as the little PixieCams returned to their position atop her computer monitor, as her body took stock of herself.

The most intense pain was at her shoulder, where Kahdreg's teeth still dug into her. With every one of Kahdreg's breaths, Avicia would feel the shift of their bite, alighting small sharp pain over her shoulder.

She faintly wondered if the orc was too afraid to move, to break the moment. The thought made her lips twitch with a smile. After that, the rest of her body throbbed. It was a pleased-but-exhausted sort of pulsing, with the ache of exertion rippling through her muscles.

Finally, Kahdreg slowly withdrew their semi-flaccid cock from her and removed their mouth. They were trying to be as gentle as possible. A little pained gasp still left Avicia's lips, warm blood oozing sluggishly from her fresh wounds as her muscles flexed around the sudden emptiness.

"We should clean you up," mumbled Kahdreg, words raw. Their eyes flickered to the bleeding mark their teeth and tusks left on Avicia, heat biting at their own cheeks. Without waiting for the human's reply, Kahdreg started out of the room.

They didn't even pause to adjust Avicia's positioning. Her back was still pressed to Kahdreg's front, her legs folded against her chest with the orc's arms beneath her knees.

"You know," Avicia angled her head to grin wryly up at Kahdreg. It wasn't hard to notice that Kahdreg was a bit dazed, after everything that had happened. She shifted in the orc's arms, a little pointedly as she stated, "This is the least sexy way to be carried off after sex."

Kahdreg had just breached the threshold of Avicia's master bedroom, when her complaint registered. Their eyes darted to her, realizing how awkward the position was. Another flare of embarrassed heat shot up their spine.

"Sorry." Kahdreg hastily set Avicia down, waiting to be sure she was steady before removing their hands entirely. "Do you have a first aid kit?"

"In the bathroom, under the sink." Avicia made her way to the bed without incident, settling down on the mattress as she waved a hand to her bathroom's door. Kahdreg ambled into the bathroom, still seemingly dazed. She watched the orc go, a faint smile curving at her lips. She supposed she couldn't fault Kahdreg for still processing everything. It had been an eventful night.

As she waited for Kahdreg to return with kit and - hopefully - rag in hand, Avicia ridded herself of the pastel rainbow wig and sweat-stained frock. Hastily, she tossed both onto a hamper, planning to take care of them in the morning.

When Kahdreg returned - hastily wiped clean and their contacts removed - silence, though amiable, continued. The orc mutely tended to Avicia's wound, wiping the silvery body paint away before handing the damp rag to Avicia. Kahdreg's fingers were gentle as they spread ointment and handled the gauze, a clashing sense of pride mingling with low-key guilt. They avoided locking eyes with Avicia. Easy enough when she was scrubbing the body paint off, but once she decided to give up - streaks of silver still staining her skin - her attention fell intently upon Kahdreg.

A faintly amused smile tilted at her lips as she watched them focus on her injury. She'd almost think they were disappointed, if not for the deepening flush whenever they caught her stare or the way their shoulders hunched in a telltale sign of bashfulness.

"Are you ever going to look me in the eye, again?" She finally asked, letting loose a playfully exasperated sigh.

Her words dragged Kahdreg's attention from bandaging her mark to her face, before flickering away. They were quiet for a beat, mentally mulling over what to say. "Someday."