War-Chief's Bounty

War-Chief's Bounty Part 2

You discovered, that not only is Thralest an early riser, but he is also very handsy in the mornings. The sun was barely peeking over the red painted horizon when you felt his thick fingers moving along your thighs.
You grumbled softly. Still too deep in sleep to properly scold the Orc for waking you up. He didn't seem to notice.
His palm moulded against your bare leg. As gently as something as big as him could, sliding his thumb over your ass to slide in-between your cheeks. There was no intention behind his actions other than to just feel you.

But to you, it was like he was stroking a fire to life. And you rolled away from him. A more coherent mumble sounding from your heavy tongue.
"Too early..."

Thralest chuckled. His massive hands grabbing your waist to drag you back against his body. His cock was hard against your back. And you shamelessly moaned as your body responded with a terrible ache between your thighs. As if a reminder of just how thick he had been inside you.

"I couldn't help but feel you again. Humans are so squishy. Too adorable to keep my hands off you." Thralest smiled. Leaning down to run his tongue along your shoulder blades. Grazing your skin with his tusks as he planted his lips against your neck. His teeth made you groan a little louder than you would have liked. But Thralest was hitting every little sweet spot. And with it being so early, your body was practically oversensitive due to the drowsiness.
Sensing your rise in arousal; Thralest smiled against your throat. His tusks scratching your cheeks as he turned his head and trailed a hand down your body to lift one of your legs. He held it at an angle, his index finger moving to touch your clit. Sliding between your folds and gathering a small shine from your wetness.

"I think you and I will get on very well if you get wet this easily." Thralest purred. Watching your hips roll against his finger. He didn't have to do anything. Your body was demanding the friction and you eagerly gave in to the need.
You propped yourself up on your elbows and guided Thralest's finger inside you. The ache that followed only heightened the sense of pleasure as you slowly fucked yourself on his finger.
The Orc groaned above you. Turning his face to press his nose against your hair. Panting harshly as his gaze was fixed on your entrance taking his digits.
You groaned and used your hand to rub your clit. Rolling and pinching it between your fingers until the coils inside you snapped. And your climax rushed forward to dirty Thralest's finger.
You whimpered as he removed himself from you. Lifting his hand up to clean your juices from his skin. Humming as he shivered from the taste.

You collapsed back onto the ground. Catching your breath while watching the Orc enjoy his treat.
"Do you want me to take care of that?" You asked. Nodding towards his very erect cock.

Thralest considered it. The very thought of your cunt around his member was tempting. But he had planned to travel as far across the wastes as possible today. And if he continued to indulge himself with your body, he doubted his troops would move an inch until tomorrow.
"No. Get dress. We must make it to the Oasis by sundown." Thralest said. A commanding tone replacing his softer voice.
You frowned but rolled to your feet as Thralest stood. Collecting your clothes to change, you tried to remember your self-taught geography lessons. Before going anywhere near the Wastelands, you had asked the local townspeople to provide information.

You heard all sorts of things.
Ghost stories.
Monster stories.
War stories.
Even some young "adventurers" had tried to impress you with some of their obviously made up "near death" experiences. Which were debunked by one of the local farmers, who gave you some decent tips about the Wastes. And had even provided a short lesson over a map to help you track Thralest.
But you don't remember the farmer saying anything about an Oasis.

"Thralest, have you travelled across the Wastes before?" You asked as you dressed. Your shirt was a little torn. But you were pleased to find that your pants survived their removal last night.
However, looking around, you couldn't find your dagger.