Tabula Rasa: Adventures In A New World

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Outdoor Sex, Cowgirl / Riding, Wrestling, Aggressive & Rough Sex, Struggle for Dominance, Choking / Asphyxiation, Doggy Style, Spanking, Tail Pulling, Tail Sex (slightly), Double & Triple Penetration, Creampie.

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“Rrrgh-GRWAAH!” Letting out a bellowing roar, Khalia lunges forwards and violently swipes a single paw-like hand through the air.

That sudden noise startles the Rocky Hill Goat that is her prey, causing it to bleat out in panic as it desperately jumps to the side.

Bestial, clawed fingers just barely rake through short and shaggy hair, tearing a small clump free but not drawing blood.

The wild goat scrambles and lives up to its name, dislodging plenty of pebbles and some silty debris as its cloven hooves find purchase on the unsteady ground. With another distressed bleat the poor creature springs upwards and –

“Rrrrghhh!” Khalia growls, fingers spread wide as her other hand follows its own aggressive arc. Deep trenches are carved into the nearly sheer cliff face, shards of solid stone sent soaring as her magically hardened claws cut through that rock with next to no effort.

Completely unharmed, though thoroughly terrified, the goat escapes from that ferocious Were-Beast’s reach, fleeing as fast as it can.

“Hehehehe...” Khalia quietly giggles, grinning widely despite failing to do much more than touch her prey. “Mate see me? Scared little goat~!”

Krvavy simply sighs as she walks up to her precious puppy, patting the Were-Beast woman on the head. They’ve been out here hunting for a few hours now, and have yet to catch a single thing. Khalia just can’t help but make loud noises right before she attacks, ruining the element of surprise. But at least she is having fun...

“Mate...?” The Orc hesitantly speaks up, her nervous tone snapping Krvavy out of her thoughts. “You... mad at me?”

“No, no.” The barbarian quickly reassures, cupping Khalia’s cheeks in her hands and affectionately squishing that Greenskin’s face. “I’d just like for us to catch something before we head back.”

Khalia’s fluffy ears droop down as she apologetically looks up at her Mate, melting into the Drakling’s touch. Her amber-gold eyes look so sad and – “Wwh!” She suddenly perks up, making an odd wuuf of a noise as she does so. “Me catch big food for Mate!” The Were-Beast confidently declares, her shaggy tail excitedly wagging behind her.

Krvavy smiles as she leans in and gives the Orc a quick kiss. Her precious puppy has said almost that exact thing half a dozen times already. Khalia may not be the brightest, or at least not the most complex, but she is absolutely full of an innocent optimism that is almost infectious.

“How about we take a break first?” The barbarian suggests, idly looking up at the sky. It is around midday now, with the sun hanging high above their heads. Which means that it is about time for lunch.

“Hehehhehehheh...” Khalia bares her sharp teeth and pointy tusks in a wide open-mouthed grin, cackling quietly and eagerly nodding in agreement. Her tail wildly wags back and forth as she presses up against Krvavy’s side, pawing at her Mate’s body as she blatantly disregards even the idea of personal space.

The barbarian clicks her tongue, grabbing onto Khalia’s wrist before it can slip beneath her loincloth. “No. Not that kind of break.”

The Were-Beast pushes out her plump bottom lip, her expression shifting into something so exaggeratedly sad and pleading that Krvavy can’t help but feel guilty, heartstrings getting expertly plucked and pulled on... Khalia’s eyelashes flutter as she shamelessly begs and –

“I said no.” The Drakling forcibly states, lightly flicking her puppy on the nose. “It is lunch time.”

Despite not getting what she wanted, the Were-Beast woman still perks up as she hears the word lunch. Khalia’s stomach audibly grumbles and she licks her lips, staring even more intensely at the barbarian as a more literal hunger begins to fill her amber-gold eyes.

“Wuuuu–uuf...” Khalia quietly whines as, rather than immediately feed her, Krvavy instead leads the Orc towards a nice shady spot beneath a nearby tree. Clearly impatient, she clings onto the barbarian’s body, making the short walk much more difficult than it needed to be.

A large rock with a thin layer of moss spread across its top serves as their seat. As best she can with a Were-Beast cuddled so closely against her, the barbarian reaches into the pouch hanging from her hip and pulls out a thick piece of jerky.

A trickle of drool drips over the Orc’s plump lip and down her chin, four little tusks glistening with saliva. She hungrily stares at that piece of dried meat, her tail thumping against the ground in barely restrained anticipation. Her whole body, big and strong as it is, quivers and shakes.

“So... You enjoying your new life so far?” Krvavy asks her precious puppy, a slight bit of a teasing tone in her otherwise nonchalant voice as she begins to eat. Her own carnivorous teeth dig into the jerky, tearing through it with a rough tug.

“Mhhm...” Khalia absentmindedly nods her head, her attention fully claimed by the tough strip of meat that the barbarian is gnawing on right in front of her.

Seeing her Orc get utterly hypnotized by a bit of food brings a smile to Krvavy’s face. And it provides the perfect opportunity for a bit of fun. Which she will take, of course. The barbarian is not one to miss a chance to playfully bully one of her girls.

With a slightly devious smile of her face, Krvavy holds the piece of jerky out to the Orc.

The Were-Beast woman’s eyes light up in joy as her head lunges forwards, her sharp teeth snapping closed on nothing but air as the evil Drakling pulls the food back at the very last second. “Maa-ate...” She whines in a rumbling tone, glaring at Krvavy with an oddly threatening but still begging expression.

“Yes?” The barbarian playfully responds, getting a faint growl from her Orc. “Oh, do you want this?” She teasingly asks, waving the jerky around in the air. “Well, you–”

“GRRRWHAAAHH!”

Whatever Krvavy was going to say next is cut off by that guttural roar. Khalia’s paw-like hands dart out with inhuman speed, grabbing onto her wrist and holding it in place.

A bright, triumphant gleam fills that Were-Beast woman’s intense amber-gold eyes, her shaggy tail happily thumping away on the ground behind her. Khalia grunts and growls as she hungrily scarfs down that tough meat, even going so far as to lick the lingering flavour from the scaled fingers that had been holding it.

Krvavy can’t help but chuckle softly at the sight. Her precious puppy is a killing machine, no doubt about that, but she can also be incredibly adorable. There is just something about having a ferocious monster of a woman eat straight out of her hand like this...

“Hehhehehehhehehehe...” Khalia quietly giggles to herself as she lovingly rubs her face against the barbarian’s still captive hand. Which ends up smearing some of her own saliva all over her green-skinned cheek. Not that she cares about that. “More food...?”

“Of course. Can I have my hand back first?”

“No.” Khalia forcibly growls out her response, glaring at Krvavy even as the Drakling’s fingers scritch the Orc behind her ear. “Food first.”

Having to bend a little awkwardly, Krvavy reaches into the pouch and pulls out another strip of jerky.

The Orc immediately snatches it from her... only to push the piece of meat into the hand that she continues to hold captive, keeping it firmly in front of her face.

While Krvavy is slightly annoyed at still not having access to one of her arms, she can’t exactly be mad about it. Her precious puppy just wants to be hand fed, which is kinda cute~.

Khalia’s shaggy tail wildly wags behind her, overwhelmed with excitement and joy as it repeatedly thwacks into the ground, occasionally whacking against her Mate’s much more meaty Draconic tail.

“Mrrghhnn...!” The Were-Beast happily hums, taking her time and eating this piece of jerky a lot slower than the last. She closes her eyes and shudders slightly, pressing tight against her Mate’s side as she savours this experience, hardly bothered by the rather bland and boring flavour of her food.

With a bit of effort, Krvavy pulls out another piece of jerky. She only gets a single bite before her precious puppy steals that one to. That would be more than a bit annoying, if not for the sight in front of her.

“Mhate~!” Khalia widely grins, pointy teeth digging into the tough strip of meat as she speaks around it. “Eahht~!” Her eyes shine bright, full of warmth and love.

The Drakling softly shakes her head, leaning in and sinking her own rather carnivorous teeth into the other end of that jerky.

“Ehehhehhnhehhmmhhehh~...!” A deep red blush colours Khalia’s normally green cheeks. Her fluffy ears twitch as she wiggles and squirms, so full of joy that she just can’t sit still.

Bit by bit, both barbarian and Were-Beast gnaw on that snack, their lips getting closer and closer and closer before... finally pressing together.

A soft breeze blows at Khalia’s back as she slowly creeps through the underbrush, crouching down and moving in a way that almost makes it seem like she is walking on all fours. Her padded paw-like limbs seem to do a fairly good job at cushioning her steps, letting the Orc move around with a surprising lack of sound.

Her prey, a lone Bark Fur Deer, stands some distance away from her, completely unaware of the Were-Beast woman stalking it. Even though she isn’t built for stealth, Khalia is doing a pretty good job of sneaking through these woods. At least for the moment. She will almost certainly ruin her efforts right at the end.

As she has done before, time and time again.

Khalia carefully creeps closer, brushing a bush aside as to not rustle its leaves too much, but before she can get near enough to attack... the wind shifts. The deer raises its head up, going completely still as it sniffs the air.

“Rrgh-GRRWAAAAAH!” The Were-Beast woman predictably roars, bursting from the bushes and charging towards her prey.

As expected, the deer reacts almost immediately and bolts away. But, unlike all of her previous attempts, far too many to bother keeping count, luck seems to be on Khalia’s side this time. Her prey stumbles on the uneven ground, slowing it down just enough for the Orc to catch up.

The deer makes a rather horrific high pitched scream as it is tackled to the ground, where it continues to make incredibly unnerving and distressing noises before abruptly going silent, with a bit of a gurgle.

“AARWOOOOOO!” Khalia gives one long triumphant howls before her voice shifts into a crazed cackle. “AHHAHAAHHAAHAHA~! ME CATCH PREY~! MATE SEE?!”

“YEAH!” The barbarian loudly shouts back as she makes her way through the woods, having stayed rather far away as to not risk spooking the deer with her scent. Which was a wise decision, it would seem. “Good job!”

“Hehehehheheheh~!” The Were-Beast woman giggles in a rather unhinged manner as she remains seated next to her slain prey, waiting for the Drakling she calls her mate to arrive and see her handiwork. The sound of her tail happily thumping on the ground is just barely audible over her slightly subdued laughter.

Krvavy is quite happy that her puppy finally caught something, but she still has to suppress a sigh as she sees Khalia sitting there atop a trampled fern.

Fresh blood drips down the Orc’s chin. That crimson liquid surrounds her mouth, stretching out as a splattered mess that crosses her cheeks and rises just a bit past the tip of her nose. A rusty brownish yellow stains her sharp teeth and four little tusks as she bares them in a wide, manic grin.

Sticky trails of red trickle down Khalia’s neck and onto her chest, oozing into the bit of cleavage not covered by her tight pelt top. Her paw-like hands, resting on her once clean thighs, are utterly soaked with blood. The fur on her arms, likewise, is such a matted mess that its beige-brown colour and its darker stripes are only truly visible above her elbows. And not entirely, at that.

The deer carcass beside her is, understandably, in a much worse state. It is... mangled, legs bent at awkward angles as it died thrashing and kicking. Large gashes cover its side, viscera spilling through those undoubtedly agonizing wounds, and its throat has been torn out... in a couple different spots.

“Hehehehe~! Me do good?!” The blood-covered woman excitedly asks, roughly patting the dead deer again and again, her thoroughly soaked paw-like hand squelching unpleasantly each time. “Big deer! Dead now!”

“You could have been a bit cleaner with the kill. This pelt won’t be as useful with these massive gashes in it...” The faint bit of disappointment in the Drakling’s tone causes Khalia to wilt slightly, her shoulders sagging as her tail stops wagging. “But... Yeah, you did do good.” Krvavy reaches out, rewarding her puppy with some scratches behind the ear.

The Were-Beast woman beams brightly, leaning into her Mate’s hand. “Hehhhehahahehehhehe~...!” She continues to quietly cackle, completely unbothered by how the sticky mess has started to flow up her body and towards that touch, being slowly absorbed with the help of Transmute Blood. But that can only do so much in making her feel clean.

“You’re lucky there is a river nearby.” Krvavy simply states before pulling her hand back, much to the Orc’s disappointment. “Come on, let’s gut this thing already. Then we’ll wash up.”

The deer carcass hangs from a thick bough of an old tree, the emptied thing long since drained of blood via magical means. Near to that, basking in the sunlight atop a large flat stone, rests a few pieces of pelt clothing. Two loincloths and a top, to be exact.

“Hehhehhehheheh...!” Khalia giggles quietly as she sits in a little creek, her knees resting on smooth and rounded river rocks as her fur gets rinsed with cool water.

This stream, if it can even be called that, is rather small. It isn’t deep enough to reach the ankles of either Drakling or Were-Beast – though, to be fair, the digitigrade nature of both their feet doesn’t help with that – and it is narrow enough to cross in a single step. But the water is clear and moving quite fast, making it rather good for washing in.

Krvavy’s fingers run through the shaggy fur that covers her puppy’s arms, feeling the dense muscles hidden beneath. She kneads and massages and rubs and strokes, more than making up for the fact that they completely lack any kind of soap.

The barbarian’s thoughts naturally wander as she idly washes her Were-Beast.

It is kind of weird how little she minds Khalia’s more monstrous features. She quite likes the ears and tail, but the fur and paw-like appendages don’t do anything for her, sexually speaking. At best, the fur helps to frame the parts that she finds attractive, and at worst it is kind of just... there.

And yet Krvavy thinks that she prefers what her Khalia looks like now over what the Orc looked like before... But how much of that is just because the Greenskin before her is now an actual person, if a simple one, and not a comatose slab of meat or a broken dog brained woman...?

“All clean!” Khalia loudly declares, snapping the barbarian’s attention back to the present. “Mate~! Hehheheh~!”

“Wha–?!” Krvavy doesn’t react fast enough to stop herself from being roughly pushed over into the shallow stream.

One of the Orc’s paw-like hands presses down on the Drakling’s collarbone, pinning Krvavy against the slightly uncomfortable stones layered beneath the rushing water. Her other hand grabs onto the Drakling’s dick. “Get hard~! We breed now~!”

Krvavy kind of wants to say no again, as she’d much rather have sex back home and not out here in the middle of this untamed forest. But... her cock is already growing stiff as her puppy’s warm palm rubs against its length.

“Hehehehheh~!” The Were-Beast chuckles quite menacingly as she straddles her Mate, having decided that the ridged rod is hard enough to ride already. “Mate~! Give cubs~!” The Orc bends forwards as her hips lower down, unceremoniously sheathing the barbarian’s entire semi-stiff length inside of her hot and needy hole. “Give cubs NOW!”

“No.” The barbarian calmly replies, the cold water helping her stave off the pleasures squeezing around her shaft, for now. As hot as impregnating her precious puppy sounds, she is very much not ready to have children. And it would take a lot of convincing to change her mind on that. She is just too fucked up and would probably make a horrible parent...

“RRRGGH!” Khalia growls in open anger, baring her sharp teeth and putting her four pointed tusks on full display a mere hairsbreadth from Krvavy’s face. “Not asking!” She rolls and gyrates her hips as her constricting cunt clenches around the cock speared inside of her.

Waves of bliss begin to assail the barbarian’s body, wearing away at her willpower. She purses her lips and narrows her eyes, glaring back at the wild woman pinning her into the riverbed. A bit of anger wells up within her, mingling with her growing lust. She knows what she must do.

“NOW! GIVE CUBS!” The impatient Were-Beast woman roars in growing rage. “BREED! ME! M-AHH-AATE~!?”

Without warning, the Drakling roughly slaps both hands down onto Khalia’s ass, fingers digging into those firm green cheeks. Her lips curl into a heated scowl as grabs onto the shaggy hyena-like tail at the base of this Were-Beast’s spine, pulling it upwards with a fair bit of force.

“RRGHHH~! MHAATE~! GIHVE CUHBS~!” Khalia angrily slurs out her demand, moaning as her Draconic mate’s hips thrust up into her, splashing cool water all around them. “BREED! ME! N-ARWAAAH~!”

Completely catching Khalia off guard, Krvavy clumsily forces the tip of her tail into her Orc’s ass, the meaty thing quickly stretching out that inexperienced hole. She doesn’t let the Were-Beast recover from that sudden pleasured shock, foot and elbow pressing into the ground as she rolls them both to the side, finding herself on top while still filling both of the Greenskin’s holes.

“You don’t get to make those demands!” The Drakling snarls as she pins her precious puppy down, wrapping the fingers of just a single hand around Khalia’s throat. “I will decide when to put cubs into you, got it?!”

“Rr-GHHKHRR~!” Khalia’s choked growl slightly melds with a moan as she struggles beneath her Mate, but is ultimately unable to dislodge the Drakling. Any time she gets close to toppling them over, Krvavy’s tail twists inside of her ass, causing the Orc to freeze up.

“You are my mate! MINE~!” Krvavy’s long Draconic tongue licks across her precious puppy’s face. “You are my bitch~! Got it?! MINE~! MINE~!” A manic, possessive gleam fills her emerald eyes. “I will breed you when I want to! Not when you demand it! Got it?!”

The Were-Beast woman makes a choked gasping sound as Krvavy’s hand loosens its grip on her throat, but she hardly gets the chance to catch her breath before her plump lips are claimed. The Orc’s wide tongue is helpless and can’t withstand the onslaught of the Drakling’s much longer and lewder one, the tentacle-like appendage quickly pressing down into her throat.

Krvavy’s hips slam down against the Were-Beast beneath her, splashing water all around them as her cockhead batters against the barrier to Khalia’s womb. Lust nearly overwhelms the barbarian, clouding her mind as she furiously pounds into the woman who was once her prey.

The Orc’s body convulses in pleasure as she is simultaneously taken in all three holes, being utterly ravished by her mate in this animalistic contest of strength.

Ecstasy swirls within Krvavy’s mind. The heat of her puppy’s pussy clenching and convulsing around her cock contrasts with the cold water splashing against her skin and scales. The faint breeze brushing over her body sends a shiver down her spine.

With this wild and frantic fucking, it is only a matter of time until Krvavy reaches the edge. And she is in no state to resist those desperate desires. She tenses up all over as her hefty sack clenches against her body, pulling away from the rivers cold touch. White static creeps at the edges of her vision, her heart hammering away in her ears, as pulses of pleasure roll through her very being.

“Hhhhhhhn~!” A breath hisses past Krvavy’s clenched teeth, shoulders sagging as she takes a moment to relax, simply basking in the bliss of directly filling her precious puppy’s womb with rope after rope of thick, creamy cum.

Which is a mistake on her part. Because Khalia hasn’t been defeated.

Krvavy’s side thumps against the ground at the edge of the narrow creek. The sudden shock jolts her out of the pleasured haze, her tail slipping from the Greenskin’s ass and splashing back into the water.

The Were-Beast woman grins ferociously as their lips pull apart. “You WEAK MATE~!” She triumphantly roars, her greater might allowing her to fully roll the barbarian over. “Me STRONGER~!”

The Drakling’s thick tail thrashes against the ground, using Khalia’s momentum against her and continuing their tumble until the barbarian is back on top.

But this aggressive Orc doesn’t stay on the bottom for long, leveraging her might to immediately flip the barbarian beneath her once more.

Poor little plants get caught in crossfire, being flattened and crushed as the two wild women roll back and forth and away from the stream, both fighting for dominance. Each bump and violent thump presses Krvavy’s cock deep into Khalia, assaulting the entrance to the Orc’s womb as they remain joined together.

Krvavy crashes into a thick tree as the Were-Beast woman tries to roll back on top, and without even thinking her tail wraps around the trunk. That unconscious action suddenly turns the struggle in Krvavy’s favour, preventing the Orc from bucking her off.

The Drakling’s scaled hands grab onto Khalia’s neck, squeezing down onto her throat. An outside observer would probably view this as two inhuman women trying to kill each other, not as the animalistic and aggressive mating that it is.

“Give up!” Krvavy growls out between clenched teeth, her stamina strained near to its limit as she struggles to stay on top of the much stronger Orc. “Submit! Or I will NEVER give you cubs!”

A rumbling noise emerges from deep within Khalia’s chest, her whole body bucking and pushing at the barbarian sitting on top of her. But, no matter how hard she tries, Khalia just can’t seem to dislodge her Drakling mate.

A slight bit of purple enters the Orc’s face as she glares up at Krvavy. Her intense amber-gold eyes are defiant, but not upset. They have a twinkle to them, of pride and of joy. Regardless of the outcome, she has thoroughly enjoyed this rough tumbling tussle. “Mm...m-mate win~! Me y-yourhhs~!”

With that Krvavy’s grip loosens, letting her puppy breathe again, albeit with choked gasps. But the barbarian is still a little angry and upset that she even had to do this. So, while her bitch is still recovering, she pulls back completely.

“Whuuuuu–uuhf...” Khalia whines as the Drakling’s Draconic dick slips from her slit, letting a deluge of cum ooze from her slightly gaped hole.

“Roll over.” Krvavy coldly orders, and she hardly even has to wait a second before her precious puppy does what she asked without any hesitation.

“Wuuhf!” The Were-Beast woman barks out in joy as her mate’s strong hands firmly grab onto her hips, forcibly lifting her ass up into the air. “AARWHOOO~!” Khalia howls out in ecstasy as the thick cock she loves so much plunges back into her sloppy slit.

Krvavy roughly presses the Orc’s face into the grassy ground as she violently conquers Khalia, taking her anger out on her more than willing mate. Her hand repeatedly slaps down onto the firm green ass in front of her, never doing enough damage to get through the Orc’s base armour but still hitting hard enough to leave visible red marks.

Khalia’s shaggy tail frantically flicks back and forth, constantly whacking at the barbarian’s breasts and flicking against her face. That is, quite understandably, rather annoying.

“AAARRAAAAAHHWOOOOOO~!” The Were-Beast roars out into the air, her whole body going stiff as Krvavy grabs onto her tail and gives it a tug. “ARWUOOOOOOAAH~! AHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAH~!” She cackles between howled moans.

The barbarian pounds into her precious puppy from behind, her hips mercilessly slamming down on the Orc’s firm rear. A horny haze burns at the back of her brain, urging her to do more than just pummel into her Mates pussy.

Letting her tongue loll out a bit, Krvavy’s hand slides up and off of Khalia’s hip without really realizing it, leaving her other hand to tug on the shaggy tail. This now free hand slides up the Orc’s back, trailing over dense muscles and running through the line of fluffy hair atop Khalia’s spine. The barbarian lightly squeezes the back of her Orc’s neck, but that isn’t the goal here so it travels up just a bit further.

“AAAHRRAAAAAOOHHHWHOOOOOOO~!” Khalia’s burning folds crush down on Krvavy’s cock, desperately massaging the ridged rod, as her head gets pulled back by the fingers gripping her black-brown hair. The Were-Beast woman’s claws dig deep furrows into the ground as her body gets bent backwards and pulled into the air. Her hazy eyes are mostly rolled up in her head, clouded with intense pleasure and joy as she gets roughly taken and utterly dominated by the Drakling.

The sight of her puppy’s face displaying such a lewd expression fans the flames of Krvavy’s arousal, sending her closer and closer to the edge. But she holds herself off. She doesn’t want to cum just yet. That open, howling mouth is too good of an invitation to just turn down.

The barbarian’s hand leaves the Orc’s tail, and luckily Khalia is far too out of it to even notice that, before moving up and grabbing onto her puppy’s bare and vulnerable throat. Firmly gripping the Were-Beast woman’s semi-coarse hair and her neck, Krvavy forcibly turns to the side, swinging Khalia around and pressing her against the thick tree trunk that turned the tide of their battle.

Khalia can hardly howl out before getting muffled by her Mate’s mouth. The upside down kiss is a little awkward, but that doesn’t matter to either of them right now. The long tapered tongue twists around the Orc’s mouth, before pressing down into her slightly constricted throat.

Unable to hold her orgasm off any longer, Krvavy’s cock shudders and begins to unload. Ropes of thick, sticky seed spurt out again and again, filling the Orc’s womb beyond capacity and forcing the creamy cum to ooze out past the shaft spearing her slit.

“MMMHNNMHHHH~!” The Were-Beast woman’s howled moan is muffled by the inhumanly long tongue filling her mouth and throat. Her suppressed shouts of ecstasy are accompanied by her claws tearing trenches into the tree that she is braced up against. Her muscled insides crush down on her mate’s cock, trying desperately to prevent any cum from leaking out of her cunt.

Krvavy pulls her head back ever so slightly as the pleasure recedes, letting her pant out with her open mouth hovering just above her precious puppy’s plump lips. She loosens her grip on the Orc’s throat, letting Khalia gasp and catch her breath as well.

Her hips slowly roll up and down, grinding her still semi-hard cock inside of the Orc. A mixture of cum and juices leak out of where they are joined, trailing down their legs and her hefty sack. Krvavy doesn’t want to pull out, she doesn’t want to leave the pleasured burning warmth of her Orcish mate. But she has to. If they go another round then Krvavy may very well have to carry both Khalia and the deer carcass back home...

Slowly coming down from her pleasured high, and with Khalia in no state to egg her on any further, that decision becomes easier and easier. Her cock slowly softens enough that she decides to just pull back completely, slipping her shaft from her Orc’s spread slit and letting Khalia slump up against the tree. An absolute deluge of lewd liquids pour out of the now empty hole, spilling down onto Khalia’s furred legs and the ground below.

They have made quite a mess of themselves, and of the area around them. Entire bushes were flattened in their rolling tussle, leaving broken twigs tangled in their hair. Clumps of dirt and grass have been torn from the ground, staining both of their bodies. And then, of course, there are the large claw marks that scar the poor tree. If it wasn’t for the growing puddle of cum, it’d look like some wild animals were here fighting for their lives.

“Mmnhehhmhehh~...” A quiet moaning giggle emerges from Khalia, accompanied by the wet squelching sound of her shaky hand scooping cum from her slit and bringing it up to her mouth.

While that is normally a sight that turns Krvavy on, the dirt and grass visible on the Orc’s hands make that more gross than anything else.

“Alright. Time for another bath.” The barbarian grunts out, grabbing her filthy puppy beneath the arms.

“Nnhooo...!” Left trembling from aftershocks of ecstasy, Khalia can do nothing but whine as she is dragged back towards the shallow stream.