Trag'on pulled up his black leather pants and then left the room, pulling it locked behind him. As he walked down the hallway back to the main ballroom, he spied an open door. He peered inside and saw there was a young woman in a backless red dress sitting on the bed, but for a split moment he thought he saw a seem of pure white fur on her back before the flesh replaced it. He smiled and stood in the doorway.

The young lady gasped suddenly and lurched forward a little, her senses coming back at once. She looked down at her hands in astonishment before hearing a stifled giggle from behind. She whirled her head around to see a smug looking orc standing in the doorway.

"'Tis not polite to stare upon a lady while she is unaware of one's presence." She softly exclaimed. Trag'on made a mock bow and replied, "sorry m'lady, I was simply struck by your beauty. Now, since a lady as fair as thou had'st entered this very establishment, one musn't think themselves above catching the eye, what say you?"

She thought for a moment before letting out a giggle of her own. "Very well rouge, what is thy name?"

Trag'on sympathetically bowed this time, "Trag'on m'lady, 'tis my pleasure."

"You may call me Anastasia, could thou please close yonder door? I wish to speak more...privately.."

Trag'on dutifully closed the door.

"Come hither" she whispered, "I need a big, strong rouge to see to my..."

Trag'on raised an eyebrow before smiling, he swaggered over to the bed and stood before the young noble whose eyes never flinched from his. Her eyes slowly dropped to gaze upon his crotch.

"Remove those filthy garments, now!"

Trag'on dutifully removed his leather breeches, revealing his engorged green member to the lady. She gasped slightly, marvelling at the size before gently placing her lips to it. She gently licked the tip while massaging the shaft, her hands causing the two minds inside Trag'on's head to blur. One hadn't felt these pleasures in a very long time; the other, ever. Trag'on's eyes lolled back as he let out a loud moan, his shaft easing in and out of the woman's mouth. Faster and faster her head bobbed back and forth, Trag'on lowered his eyes to see hers fixed onto his as he approached climax, her lips working their magic. Suddenly he felt the floodgates open, Anastasia realising the same as torrents of warm, white liquid flowed into her mouth and down her throat. After his load was ejected, Anastasia removed her mouth and licked her lips clean, before laying back on the bed.

"I have helped you urchin; now you must serve me." With this she spread her legs wide, revealing her lack of undergarments 'neath her pretty red dress. Trag'on knelt down before her, gently stroking her lips and eliciting a gentle moan. He carefully spread the lips apart before gently running his tongue gently around the region of her vulva.

"Ooh, that feels exquisite orc! May I ask how you are so gentle?"

He stopped licking for a second and responded, "I have a lot of experience with female genitalia m'lady. Now, lay back and allow me to work."

She complied, prompting him to begin kissing her tenderly along the insides of her thighs, his lips coming ever so close but never quite reaching the area she desired. Anastasia was starting to feel quite hot, the feelings were exciting her greatly despite not actually 'doing the deed', so to speak. Her head lolled as her genitals started to throb, she begun to beg for a release.

Trag'on, only too happy to return the favour, withdrew his mouth for just a second before sharply thrusting his tongue betwixt her nethers, a jolt of electricity surging through her veins at the simultaneously familiar yet alien feeling as the tongue penetrated deep. As the orcs tongue darted about between the lips, a wandering finger slithered above his tongue and struck her clitoral hood, causing Anastasia to arch her back and elicit a loud yelp. She felt a bubble build inside her rapidly, the tongue and fingers dancing in all the right spots. Faster and faster the pressure built, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as the feeling builds until finally...

She screamed out in sheer ecstasy, her back arching harder and her eyes rolling back as Trag'on swallowed her orgasm, licking his lips when it was done. He then stumbled onto the bed next to her, the two clutching in an embrace. He looked to her and smiled, she reciprocated and replied, "shall we continue once my energy is back?"

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Celia and Foralx had just checked out of the hotel the next morning and wearily made their way towards the exit to town, catching up on what occured the previous night.

"So For, what did you get up to?" Celia pried with a knowing smile.

"Not much, had a few drinks with some new friends."

"You sure? You didn't see a cute young thing and take advantage? A noble perhaps?" Celia continued.

"No, it wasn't my scene so I went back upstairs. Got drunk and spent the night playing cards." For then thought for a moment, "although now you mention it, I think I saw my uncle with the lazy eye walk off with a small, young blonde."

Before Celia could verbalise her repulsion, the two saw a figure standing at the town gates.

"Ho Celia, how'r you this mornin'?" Trag'on called out. Celia smiled, before the two closed the distance between them and embraced.

"Trag'on, what are you doing here?" Celia asked.

"Well, after last night, I wanted to say goodbye. After this I'm off to try and find a new place for me."

"Why?"

"Well, my clan don't want me 'round. Who wants an orc who's good at cooking with no interest in combat?"

Celia smiled, "well, I can't really cook that well..."

"You can say that aga-" Foralx began to comment before an elbow found his ribs.

Trag'on laughed, until his laughter was cut short as Celia locked her lips to his.

"You're mine now, slave" Celia winked, "you will live with me and serve me."

Trag'on smiled, "whatever you say, mistress!"