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Despite Being a Clumsy, Weak, Masochistic Futanari, For Some Reason, I’m the Hero of a Weirdly Kind World.
Chapter 4: Finally, to the Outside World!
Final score: Orc 1, Sofia 24.❤︎
Okay, I didn’t actually just force him down over and over 24 times in that one night; it’s been about three days since I first met my nice orc hubby, and though I’ve been an incredibly insatiable, horny little bunny, he’s been kind enough to rail me silly multiple times a day.❤︎ It’s just, I always end up on top eventually, slamming my pussy down on him over and over, kissing him all over his fucked-silly orc face as his monster tool pounds my brains out. The poor big guy unlocked my maximum whore level after that one time he bred me into a stupor, and… I think he might be regretting it a bit.❤︎
But he’s still just as nice and gentlemanly as ever, making sure to cuddle me and check that I’m okay even after I make him drain his balls dry inside me, and it’s soooo sweet! He even brings back food and water for me; my first meal in a week was some strange yellow berries and a roasted bird I couldn’t name. It tasted like chicken, a welcome flavor, though after he kept bringing back the exact same bird five times a day I got a little sick of it.
Of course, I still ate it; anything my sweet orc catches for me is precious, after all.❤︎
Though, after spending that much time with him, I still know next to nothing about him or this world. At least the slimes haven’t bothered me since then, and I’ve even gone outside with him a few times, but he’s super overprotective; he won’t let me go more than a few meters away from the cave entrance, and he sticks by my side like glue. Which means I’ve been stuck inside that cave for a wholly different reason now.
All that time has taught me a few more things about my body, though.
For one, my pussy seems to be infinitely elastic; no matter how stretched out it gets, it’ll be back to normal within an hour, tight and wet and ready to be plowed open once more.❤︎ I’m also slowly getting used to how sensitive I am, though of course just having the orc’s thick cock in me still makes me cum buckets~❤︎ I don’t think I’ll ever not turn into a sloppy, climaxing pile of meat from the lightest stimulation…❤︎
Second fun fact: apparently my bodily fluids have healing powers? Last night, the orc came back covered in mild scratches, the kind you’d get from tussling with a stray cat. No clue what he was doing to get scratched up like that, but he wasn’t in any pain at all, brushing away my concern and petting my head reassuringly. But those little wounds healed right up while I was drooling all over him as he pounded into me from below, though neither of us noticed in the heat of the moment.❤︎ I’m not sure if that’s a feature of [Plot Armor] or what, but I’m not complaining; it means I get to be a nice, subby little healslut, and that’s just lovely.❤︎
Third, I don’t, uh… poop. Or pee. Whatever I eat must get converted straight to energy or something, because I haven’t felt nature’s call at all and at this point I don’t think I ever will. I was honestly very curious how pissing in particular would work given my two functional urethras, but I guess that’ll just have to stay a mystery forever.
And the last fun fact: my asshole is just as stretchy as my pussy.❤︎ I’ll let you guess how we figured that one out.❤︎❤︎
“Grrgrrm.” The orc’s soft growl rouses me from sleep. It’s morning of the fourth day since I met the orc, a week and a half since I was first dropped into this world. The orc shifts slowly, hugging me tighter to his chest, and I mewl softly, nuzzling against him.
“Morning~❤︎” I say, giggling as I squirm in his grasp. “You really don’t need to restrain me like this every night, you know… What’s wrong with me giving you a nice morning blowie?❤︎”
The orc, of course, still has no idea what I’m saying, though I’m sure he’s very wisely choosing to keep me locked up tight in his arms in case I make a dive for his metaphorical pants. I swear I’m not a hopeless pervert; it’s just, this is my first love, you know?❤︎ I want to make him feel good all the time!
Perhaps a little too good; the cave has gone from a gravel-strewn, dark, cramped hole to… well, that same hole, except it utterly reeks of sex. There’s dried spunk and dripping grool all over the ceiling, the walls, the floor… Thankfully, by luring slimes into the cave, we’ve been able to have them clean up most of the mess, but last night was especially savage, the remnants still letting off the hot, humid musk of debauchery.❤︎
Fuck, I’m so sorry for being such a nasty slut.❤︎
“Grrr.” The orc slowly lets go, petting my head affectionately, though I can’t help but think there’s a bit of caution to his actions. I laugh cheekily, leaning closer for a quick kiss before rolling away and getting up. The cool morning air dances over my bare skin as I stretch, my luscious esenler escort curves and graceful cock catching the light. I can feel his eyes on me, ogling my plump tits, my bubbly buttcheeks, and I giggle, swaying my hips teasingly as I continue my stretches. I’ve been stark naked for the past three days; after he ripped up my clothes that first night together, I haven’t been able to find any alternatives.❤︎
Not that it matters; it’s not like anyone’s going to see me, anyway…
“Nm?” The orc suddenly shoots to his feet, the ground rumbling under his heavy footsteps. In one massive stride, he closes the distance from where he was laying to the entrance of the cave, peering out with a deep, rumbling growl.
“Eh? Is something out there?” I ask, peeking around his thigh. The heck? Did I raise a flag? I’d thought only slimes lived around here at first, until I met my fuckbuddy; now I’m wondering if there’s gonna be another orc coming by. Another big, hunky, gentle, fat-cocked orc…❤︎
Oh, fuck, I’m a terrible lover.❤︎
“Grrrrr…” The orc doesn’t seem like he’s expecting friendly company. Baring his tusks, he gently waves his hand at me, indicating that I should go deeper into the cave. I pause before giving him a nod; I know better than anyone how weak I am. Scurrying into the shadows, I grab my blade (still useless as ever, the dumb thing) and hold it up; at the very least, if things end up looking really bad, I can swing it around wildly and cause chaos.
The minutes tick by in silence, the orc fixing his gaze on something far in the distance. Or, wait, no, he’s sniffing the air, his snout twitching as he lowers his frame, crouching like a hunter. I strain my ears, trying to pick up some indication of what he’s tracking, but all I can hear are the soft whispers of wind in the leaves.
“… I was thinking… grocer’s…”
I flinch, blinking in shock. English! I just heard English! Very faint and broken up and so far away I can only make out little snippets, but that’s definitely English!
“… don’t… make something?”
“… with it! I can…”
“… distinctly… dark matter…”
“… dark matter?! It… POTATO SALAD!”
……… What the fuck are they talking about?
I tilt my head, slowly sneaking up to the orc; whoever they are, they don’t sound all that dangerous. The orc gives me a glance, looking just as puzzled; though he probably can’t understand them, the carefreeness in their tones must be catching him off guard. From their voices, they seem to be a man and a woman, arguing over… lunch, I guess?
This deep in a forest?
They mentioned something about a grocer… Could it be I’ve been super close to civilization this whole time…?
“For the last time, I refuse!” It’s the man’s voice; I can hear him more clearly now. He must be getting closer. “We have pre-made meals, why not just eat those?!”
“Do I need a reason to want to cook?!” The woman’s voice. There’s a rough quality to the way she talks, a sort of alto-pitched, fierce growl that contrasts the man’s lower, more mumbly speech.
“I… I guess not, but I fear for my stomach.”
“Look, last time was an exception, okay?!”
“Uh-huh. And I suppose the times before that were also exceptions, then?”
“That’s–! Ngah, shut up!”
“Was this Eliz’s idea? I bet it was. Always going on about how you’re not feminine enough, even though you’re this cute…”
“Ugyah?! Don’t just say that out of nowhere!”
“Why are we even discussing this now, anyway? Come on, we’re getting close. Focus up.”
“Hey! Don’t change the topic!”
“No, seriously, we’re like right on top of the place…”
With a rustle, two figures step from the tree line into the little clearing in front of the cave. As I suspected, it’s a man and a woman… though there’s several things I feel like I need to point out.
The man looks to be around 180cm, maybe a little shorter, dressed in a raggedy set of linen with worn and scratched up leather armor fastened over top. His hair looks like he just rolled out of bed, flat on one side and sticking up crazily on the other, colored an inky black that turns a soft brown when the light catches it. But it’s his eyes that really draw my attention: they’re bright pink. Not like, he’s got an eye infection pink; no, his irises are colored like Barbie doll lipstick, practically glowing with how saturated they are. They stand out starkly against his pale skin, two iridescent gemstones embedded in his face, sweeping over to look at the orc.
“Kya?!” The woman blushes bright red to the tips of her… ears…? She’s got wolf ears, the furry triangles sticking straight up from her head as she covers her face in mortification. Ah, she’s seen the orc’s thick penis. An understandable reaction.❤︎
Her ears are colored a deep crimson like the rest of her hair, which falls in a wild tumble down her back, bayrampaşa escort really cementing that wolfy image. She’s shorter than the man, maybe around 165cm, but strapped across her back is the biggest hammer I’ve ever seen: a gargantuan hunk of ornate metal affixed to a long, gilded shaft, glimmering silver and gold and decorated all over with motifs of wings and flames. In contrast to that very visually dense weapon, her armor is much like the man’s, well-worn leather strapped to her slender, modest frame, emphasizing function over form. The mismatch between her simple attire and that legendary-class-looking weapon is almost comical, and oooh she has a tail!❤︎ It’s sticking straight up, all bushy and trembling as she turns fully around, refusing to look at the orc.
“A Yorgthar… What’s it doing in this forest?” The man mutters, carefully raising his hands, palms out toward the orc. I see his foot sliding in a circle over the ground, leaving a glowing trail in its wake. Magic? Magic! He’s a wizard!
The orc… or wait, the man called him a “Yorgthar?” I’ll stick with orc. The orc rises to his feet, sensing the hum of danger in the air, growling as he takes up a fighting stance. The man flinches a little, his eyes darting to the orc’s massive rod, his face twisting as he recoils slightly. “Fucking hell, put that thing away!” he says with a grim chuckle, light gathering between his palms. “God, I’m gonna have to pour holy water in my eyes after this… Arryl, are you gonna back me up or what?”
“F-filthy!” The wolf girl, apparently named Arryl, whimpers, refusing to turn around. “I’m not looking at that thing! Nope, nope, nope! You deal with it!”
“Arryl, I’m unfortunately way out of my depth here… Yorgs are magic resistant, you know?”
“Nrgg…” Arryl slides the hammer from her back, swinging that massive thing like it weighs as much as a feather, turning around to face the orc. “Fine…!!”
“… Arryl, you have to open your eyes to see your enemy, no?”
“It’s fine! I can tell where he is! I don’t need to look, I can smell… smell…… Uweeggghhh…”
“Uh-huh. He smells like he’s been busy.”
“Fuck, gross, gross, grossss!!” Arryl’s grip on her weapon tightens, her knuckles turning white as she keeps her eyes shut tight even while swinging that hammer up over her head. “NGAAAHHH, DIIIEEEEEEE!!!”
It happens in an instant.
One moment, I’m being dragged along by their conversation, their bantering disarming in its casualness. The orc also looks unsure what to do, braced for a fight but seeing his enemies quip at each other while only half paying attention to him.
That all changes when Arryl’s form blurs before my eyes, vanishing and reappearing high up in the sky, her hammer shining in the morning light, all its decorative highlights making it look like it’s wrapped in burning flames. She moves so fast I swear she’s teleporting; but an instant later, a boom hits my ears, a crater denting into the earth where she had been standing moments ago.
Did she just jump so hard the ground erupted…?
At the same time, the man slams his hands together, glowing chains lashing out from the ground to ensnare the orc before the big guy can even blink. Time slows to a crawl as I watch Arryl descend, that hammer arcing through the sky, the orc straining against his magical bonds to try and raise his arms for a block.
It’s clear the magic chains aren’t strong enough to hold him; but, they slow him down just enough.
CLAAAAAAANGGGG!!!!
“Uwaaah?!!” Arryl didn’t know what happened; her hammer fell with perfect accuracy, aiming for the Yorg’s unprotected skull, the chains keeping him defenseless just long enough for her to cave his head in. But instead of the crunch of bone, she hit something metallic, the force of that impact blowing her away as a shockwave ripped over the surroundings, trees bending at ninety degrees and snapping from the pressure. Her partner was slammed backward, disappearing into the bushes with his legs sticking out, his magic shattering moments before Arryl hit the ground with a heavy thump.
“Oooff!!” Using the momentum of her impact, Arryl flips backwards, landing on her feet, her arms shaking as she clutches her weapon. [Meteoria] is her pride and joy, a rare weapon she discovered in the deepest level of a dungeon, capable of shattering mountains and crushing dragon skulls; and it was countered so hard she felt as if her arms would be ripped off.
What was that? What had just happened?!
I… I’m asking the same questions.
I stand in front of the orc, my blade humming as I point it at Arryl, the graceful steel glowing with a faint silver light. Before I knew what I was doing, I had jumped up, swinging my blade at her approaching hammer, my weak body somehow not instantly mashed into Sofia pudding as I deflected that blow with only one thought in mind: I’m not letting my hubby arnavutköy escort die.❤︎ Don’t ask me where the burst of speed, strength, or swordplay proficiency came from; I have no clue, and there’s no popups annoyingly filling my vision this time to tell me.
“W-woah…” I mumble, adrenaline pumping through my veins, my eyes meeting Arryl’s ruby-red irises. She stares at me, frozen in place, mouth agape as if her brain’s short-circuited.
Oops, that’s right; I’m stark naked, my cum-stained body on full display, my tits bouncing as they settle, my cock dangling heavy between my legs.❤︎
“Uwah-! Um-!!” I quickly hide my delicates, blushing bright red, as Arryl opens and closes her mouth like a gaping fish. Her face is as red as her hair, her eyes flicking between me and the orc, probably imagining all the wild shit we did together…❤︎
“Guhaaahh!!” The man bursts up from the bushes, his legs flailing as he struggles upright, his bedhead now matted with leaves and twigs. “What the fuck? Arryl, are you alright–?!” His eyes land on me. “Oh. Holy shit. Hi there. Fuck, you’re erotic.”
“ZEN!!!” Outrage, embarrassment, shock, confusion, Arryl’s voice carries it all as she launches herself in a circle, swinging her hammer at her partner (Zen?) at full force. Another explosion blasts through the clearing, wind whipping my hair out of my face as a dust cloud erupts around those two, the very air tearing apart at the sheer power of that strike.
Did… Did she just kill him…?
“Woah, woah, woah!!” The dust clears slowly, revealing a shining blue half-dome, Zen crouching inside with his hands over his head. “Shit, I’m sorry, it was a natural response! Look, sometimes a man just has to say what he’s– GAAAAAHHH!!!!”
“I–!! You–!! Ngggaaaahh!!!! What the fuck is happening?!!” Arryl beats at Zen’s shield with every word, that massive hammer detonating against his barrier; it’s a miracle that flimsy-looking dome hasn’t shattered to pieces. “I thought this was supposed to be a simple mission, Zen!!! Simple!!! Mission!!!”
“None of this is my fault, is it?!” Zen shrieks, cowering in the dome. “Stop, stop, you’re gonna seriously break it!! This was an expensive charm!!!”
I exchange a glance with the orc, who looks utterly flabbergasted by the display. Clearing my throat, I say, “Um, m-maybe you should calm down…”
Arryl whirls on me, her eyes glinting with rage, though that bubbling anger instantly flickers out, replaced with pure shame as she rips her eyes away from my nude form. “Why are you naked?! And that… that white stuff… Gaaah, don’t tell me, I don’t want to knoooowwww!!!” She collapses to the ground, covering her ears, her tail poofed up to the maximum as she whimpers. “My eyes… My poor eyes…”
Slowly, cautiously, Zen deactivates his barrier, standing and brushing the debris from his hair. “Okay. Welp. This isn’t a fight we can win, is it?” He turns to me. “Thankfully, you seem, uh, conversable. State of dress notwithstanding. Hi there. I’m Zen.”
“Uh, Sofia. Sofia Omnis.” I shy away from his gaze, and a second later, I feel the orc’s rough hand gripping my arm, pulling me behind him to hide my shame.
“A pleasure.” Zen eyes the orc, then me. “Are you two, uh… lovers…?”
“You could say that…” I say, my voice coming out high-pitched and squeaky with boiling hot embarrassment. It’s one thing to be a good, subby little slut for my orc hubby; it’s another thing to blatantly show this very human-looking man that I take 16 inches of monster cock on the daily and enjoy it.❤︎
“Well, see, we’re adventurers, me and Arryl there.” He gestures at Arryl, who’s still covering her ears and muttering something that sounds like a chant. “We’re on a mission to investigate some weird shrieking noises that have been cropping up around here for the past week or so. Like, super loud, wailing female screams. Like, really, really fucking loud. Like–“
“GYAAAHH!! Stop, stop, I get it!!!” I bury my face in my hands, adopting a pose much like Arryl’s. “Y-yes, that was me, okay?! I didn’t realize there were people listening… Or rather, why are you only showing up now?!!”
“Oh, see, investigation missions like this don’t pay much at all, especially since we’re not looking for a missing person or anything. Just checking out some weird noises. And since the pay’s low, nobody wants to take the mission, but I’m kind of a weirdo who likes stuff like this, which is why I dragged Arryl along for a quick morning trip.”
“Really wish you didn’t…” Arryl whines, her voice muffled.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, but we were just investigating some screaming. How was I supposed to know the source was… well, this?” He gestures at me and the orc.
“I’m so sorry…” I mumble, blushing even harder.
“Ah, you don’t have to apologize!” Zen waves his hands. “I suppose it’s our fault for interrupting your little… arrangement. Or, rather, just to make sure, this is a consensual sort of thing, yes? No, like, forced confinement and breeding going on?” Zen tilts his head, shooting the orc a suspicious look.
“Y-yep! I’m the one who jumped on him!” I say quickly, before my brain catches up with what just came out of my mouth and my face explodes with heat.
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