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She saw the orc first at the crossroads.
Her usual reaction of course would be one of fear, but there was something disarming about the way he stood, and the face he was making as he tried to make out the map, which looked tiny in his huge grey fingers, was almost comical. She turned the laugh which threatened to escape her in to a cough and stepped on to the path in to the light. The orc looked up sharply and Isaija found herself frozen, looking directly in to his eyes which were like a deep black night sky. After a moment he seemed to realize they were staring at each other.
"Uh, 'scuse me, but...could you..." He gestured to the map in his hands. "It's kind of hard to read."
His voice sent shivers down Isaija's spine - it was so deep, and yet so soft, she suspected he was trying not to scare her, but this was a bit of an odd reaction to have to coming across an orc.. She cleared her throat, pushed a dark curl from her eyes, and walked forward, her skirt swishing around her ankles as she tried not to run up to him. She held a hand up for the map and he gave it to her, his fingers brushing hers briefly. His skin felt rough and thick like leather and she found several thoughts perking up unbidden in the back of her mind. What was wrong with her? While of course it wasn't likely a dangerous, violent orc would be standing on a main road wearing a travelling backpack and asking strangers for help, most people would have just hurried away, but here she was trying to get closer to him.
"What is you are looking for?" She tore her eyes from his fingers and looked at the map. He gave her a name of a town.
"Oh, that is only a few hours from my home town. I am going that way. I walk with you, show you?" She gestured on the map where he was to go. "See? There is where I am going, and here is where you are looking, just past the forest." Isaija tried not to shiver as she felt him lean down to look at the map over her shoulder.
"I'm not too far then. But uh....you sure? You want to walk with me?" He looked rather stunned at the little human's request, certainly not one he'd ever heard.
"I not have anyone to walk with, and if you want to kill me, you do that already, non? You walking, I walking, maybe the wolves not come for me with you around, hein?" She gave her a little smirk. the one that always made the clients at the brothel ready to do whatever she asked. He only softened a little, still looking at her confused, but she was satisfied. She adjusted her pack and gestured down the road. The orc shrugged and followed.
"My name Isaija." She offered after a few minutes of walking.
"Bear." the orc said softly. "Well it translates to Bear, in common. Too hard for humans to say properly in orcish."
"Why you out here on the road? Not travel wit' other orc?" Isaija wanted him to keep talking just to hear that deep voice that make her knees feel weak.
"I have something important I have to do, on my own. It's not easy, and I'm not looking forward to it. But getting it over with will improve things."
"Ah, je m'excuse, I not ask more of it. I come back from being on tour for a few month. I play harp in many tavern and fancy party."
It turned out he did have an interest in music and they managed a conversation for the next few hours on the road. Not only was she enjoying simply listening to the deep bass sound of his voice, but they exchanged some techniques and folk songs. By the time the sun was setting, they were feeling rather friendly. Bear looked around, frowning a little as he scanned the horizon.
"Doesn't look like there's any towns to stay in nearby, Do you want to keep going?"
Isaija was standing close to him, squinting in to the darkness. "No, my feet hurt. I want rest and fire and dinner." And several other things, her inner self reminded her.
"Well, I see a spot over there that looks good." Bear walked off the road and Isaija followed, taking his offered hand when she had to hop over a hole in the ground. She held on to it a little too long, enjoying the rough texture and warmth of them. He walked her to a small copse of trees close to a little creek, a comfortably clearing people had camped in before. It took them no time to set up. but once Isaija sat and began unpacking, Bear stood aside awkwardly.
"Hey, you can stay you know. I not afraid of you. I like you." She commented offhandedly, preparing a meal. Bear seemed stunned, and then, after a moment, laughed and sat with her at the fire.
"I have never met a human like you." He laughed and helped her with the pans.
They enjoyed dinner and afterward as she started putting her pots away she saw him removing his armour. She saw the wince as he peeled the leather away from his ribs and immediately was at his side with her medical kit. Bear tried to wave her off but she was in healer mode and shoved his arms out of the way to take care of the cut. She cleaned and checked it, muttering to herself in that peculiar language of hers. She sang softly, and Bear was surprised to see a soft light emanate from her hands, the warmth spreading through the cut and inside, he could feel his ribs knitting themselves back together.
"You...can do magic?" He tried to move away from her instinctively, but she held on until she was satisfied.
"A little, yes, I mostly use to heal and to make my songs nicer." Isaija cleaned away where the wound had been, her hands lingering on his skin "Feel better?"
"I...yes...but...why? Why are you being so kind when you could be afraid?" Bear seemed genuinely puzzled, and the look on his face was so cute Isaija laughed.
"Because I like people that are different. I grow up in small town, everyone the same. I am bored. I like someone new, someone not like me."
It was Bear's turn to laugh "I thought I was the only one. My tribe, growing up, they laughed at me because I said I thought a human was beautiful. But I do think so. That you're beautiful, I mean." He looked down at her and she met his gaze.
"I think you are beautiful." She ran her hand around his waist under his shirt, her other hand on his chest.
"Are you....sure? You wan...oh!" He cried out when her hand slid from his chest to below the waistband of his pants, but grinned at her, suddenly aware of how many large, sharp teeth he had. She didn't seem to be bothered, kissing down his neck as her fingers undid his pants and he laid back on the trunk of the tree behind him to let her play. He helped her free his huge cock from the pants and she moaned softly, both of her hands wrapping around it to play with it. Isaija kept kissing down his chest, her hands moving over him until finally, slowly, her mouth met up with her hands. She ran her tongue slowly along the whole large shaft and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure. It barely fit in her mouth but she did her best, sliding her tongue over the head and both hands squeezing it firmly. She moaned when she felt his hand in her hair, knocking the pins out of it and tangling his fingers in it, moving her head up and down, helping find a good rhythm. It wasn't easy, the head of his cock barely fit in her mouth, so she had to use her hands to tease the rest of the shaft, but she was enjoying the challenge and the feel of his leathery skin under her tongue. She pulled her shirt open with one hand, fiddling with the corset until it came undone, and released her breasts. She sat up a little and put them on either side of his cock, running the shaft between her large, soft breasts, her hands touching herself. Bear couldn't take it any longer and let out a long low moan as he came, his whole cock going rigid. The cum splattered over Isaija's chest, which seemed to turn him on even more. He sat up and picked her up easily, rolling her over so she was under him. He tugged off her skirt and spread her legs, taking a moment to lean over her and look at her naked in the firelight, her breasts covered in his cum. He slid his hands over her, feeling the curve of her body and the softness of her skin. With one hand he teased her, his thick fingers just barely touching her outer lips, enough to feel the wetness starting to drip from her. She gasped when he slid his finger inside her, and cried out even louder when she felt the tip of his tongue tasting her, the sharp tusks resting on her inner thighs. She squirmed under him but his hold was firm, and his finger moved with agonizing slowness in and out of her pussy and
lapping up the juices that flowed out. Her hips lifted and spread for him, arching herself up over a log on the ground to give him better access. The rough texture of his skin was adding to her pleasure, and his tongue appeared to have a bit of that rough texture too, a whole new sensation for her that turned her on. bear seemed to be enjoying himself, shifting to get himself in different positions to lick her all over, loving the taste of her, covering his lips and chin in her juices, slowly adding another finger as Isaija's muscles loosened. Her head was tilted back over the log, her breath coming in ragged as she orgasmed over and over. He pulled his soaking fingers from her and dove in with his tongue, holding her legs apart as he pushed his long, thick tongue inside her as deeply as he could, fucking her with it. She gripped the hair on his head as she came again, her hips rocking up in to his face. Unable to take it any longer, he sat up and lifted her hips, taking the time to work his massive cock inside her, both of them breathless at the sensation. He was so rough, his skin still cool despite the heat between them. She was so soft and wet and warm, he couldn't get enough of how she felt and he closed his eyes to focus solely on the sensation of fucking her, holding her hips in his hands and controlling the pace. (cont part 2)
