An Heroic Reward

[LordLuck]

Krug the Broad was weary.

The half-orc had struggled to keep up with the rocky road upwards the hills. It was just beyond this treeland, rocky hills, that stood the simple village that he had been called upon for a service. Some said that another group of strange happenings had been taking place on Whitetree Hole, and the village's people had called upon heroes to defend the townsfolk while searching the hills for the awnser.

Nothing had been cleared than that, so Krug the Broad had to almost climb the steep outcrop in order to reach the top of the hill. He was tall, muscled, broad-shouldered, even though his features were not the most charismatic of warriors. However, he did find himself more than capable of simple diplomatic contacts.

His shaven head was concealed under a leather cap. Using a mix of leathery and chainmail armour, he brought a large broadsword beside himself, his most prized possession. Krug had just climbed the last rock on the outcrop before hearing something...

 

[BellaxMorte]

Amatril was scared, her care feet just barely skimming the rocky terrain as she moved along. She was running, the sound of something rather large was coming up fast behind her. She tripped not far from the outcrop he was climbing over, her knees hitting the ground somewhat hard making her wince with pain.

She was a small little elf, short and lithe, her pointed ears peaking out from her shimmering blonde hair. Large emerald eyes glittered brightly as she carefully picked herself up off of the ground, hands dusting over her skinned knees. She wore a rather short buckskin skirt and bra like top, similar tribal folk. Gold bands spiraled up along her upper arms and her thighs. Her skin though pale seemed to have an off shimmery sort of quality to it.

She glanced back behind her as the enormous bear looking creature came up over the ledge as she cursed in her native tongue, grappling around for something to throw at the creature. She didn’t seem to have any weapons on her, which tended to make this a bit more difficult then it aught to be. She tossed the rock and clunked the creature in the side of the head and that of course only seemed to anger it further. It charged toward her and her eyes widened as she dodged toward the left trying to get out of its way.

 

[LordLuck]

A sudden, harsh war cry echoed about the woods.

If wasn't for that, perhaps Krug the Broad would never had managed to arrive in time to save the maiden being attacked by that dire bear. He had not the time to look upon the woman for now. Unleashing his sword and bearing it in both hands, he runned down the hill, struggling not to slip and fall to certain death nor to lose his momentum.

He cried in his father's orc tongue, his heritage evident as he roared thundering against the beast. The bear had just stopped his charge, turning to face this more worthy oponent. Worse, the bear stood on his two back-legs, towering as a tree trunk.

Jumping in a large pounce, Krug lifted his weapon above his head in a long arc, wielding it with two hands...

 

[BellaxMorte]

Amatril was slightly annoyed and irritated by this rather inconvenient predicament she found herself in. Of course with the proper weapons she could have taken care of the bear easily enough but at the moment she was without the tools and was hoping she’d be able to out run the thing.

When she heard that loud battle cry her eyes popped open. For the moment she was crouched down behind a large boulder trying to avoid the creatures charge. When she heard the bear stop its running she couldn’t help but frown. Her brows drawn together as she shifted and turned peaking over the edge of the rock.

When she saw half orc running toward the bear she blinked, her head tipping slightly. She wasn’t used to anyone helping her though she certainly appreciated the effort. He could get himself hurt doing that for people and she found herself tensing a bit as she watched. She didn’t want anyone getting hurt for her sake. Even if it was a half orc. She couldn’t honestly say she knew any of those. But nor did she even interact with humans either.

The dire bear of course wouldn’t be hard to take down, at least not for him. It was far less agile then he was and significantly less intelligent. Amatril’s shimmering blonde head poked out from behind the rock to watch the drama unfold. Her rescuer rather impressive to say the least.

(Feel free to control the dire bear of course.)

 

[LordLuck]

... to bear it slashing down at the enormous bear flank.

Even though the bear's furred leather did protect it from the most of the blade, blood fell freely from the wound, the creature roaring in both pain and fury as it tried to attack back, sending a huge claw that could throw Krug away more than easily. However, the warrior was quick to land kneeling, and rolled away from the mighty creature. It would not be easy to fell the beast with few blows.

But instead than keep on the fight, the beast wandered off, not wishing to get into a personal skirmish with the tall, broad warrior. Respecting it's defeat, nor did Krug the Broad follow the creature into the dark woods. Lowering himself to clean his blade into the lush grass, he turned to face the woman.

Not a woman, after all. An elven maiden. Speaking in his gruff, heavy voice, Krug called for her.

"Come, maiden. The beast is gone. Are you well?"

 

[BellaxMorte]

She watched the battle with mild curiosity. Amatril was not really a violent creature herself though she did like to think she knew how to defend herself. This moment of course no included because she failed miserably at keeping herself safe. Would serve her right for going about with no weapons or defenses she supposed.

As the creature lumbered off into the dark forest she wrinkled her nose letting out a faint off, as if to say that it served him right. She was more then a little irritated by the circumstances she had found herself in though she was more then a little grateful that this…. Man had been near by to aid her.
like a man anyway, half orc perhaps from what she could tell at a glance. She shifted out from behind the large boulder as he called out to her. Dusting herself off carefully, blonde locks of hair falling into her face. Her eyes sparkling slightly and pointed ears twitching as she listened carefully to the creature lumbering off defeated.

“I am alright I think. Thanks to you of course.” She managed, her tone seeming rather noble as far as elves go. She approached him though somewhat cautiously. “You may have very well saved my life. What are you called?” She asked curiously. “I am Amatril.” She offered her name to him softly.

 

[LordLuck]

"I am called Krug the Broad,", he started, filling his toned chest with pride,", by both my allies and foes."

He took his sword to his back once again, coming closer to the maiden that he had just saved. It was sounding like a good start to get acquainted to someone of the region. And to same a damsel was not a bad way to start, at all.

"Why did the bear came against you, if you mind me asking, Amatril? Have you threatened it's territory?"

The bear was growling lowly as it dissapeared amongst the bushes against the farther way of the clearing beside the rocky hill. As Krug eased himself, he laid his clever eyes at Amatril's form. She was dressed curiously in the manner of the people of the woods. Perhaps she did not belong to the village's folk, after all.

And she was pretty. Oh, she was beaultiful. Smaller than him, but her features were spotless. She would be a fine friend to share a fire with, Krug considered.

 

[BellaxMorte]

She certainly wasn’t from this area, she was traveling and wandered away from her little campsite. She had left her weapons with her tent and such and apparently stumbled onto what the bear considered his territory. Thus it took charge. She had the worst luck really she likely caught it on a cranky sort of day or something equally ridiculous.

She was amused by his name and title, but not surprised. He was a warrior type, or at least he seemed to be and that was common enough among those types of all races. Even her own kind. Reaching down, Amatril carefully dusted the font of her buckskin skirt carefully.

“I am traveling and I left my camp in the forest briefly. I must have stumbled into the wrong area and unfortunately I didn’t have my weapons on hand.” She blushed as it was the mistake of a novice. She wasn’t the greatest warrior. She was more a diplomat really. At least somewhat anyway. He noticed the way that he looked at her and she flushed slightly. Her arms curling around herself a bit.

“How might a repay you, Krug the Broad? You were very brave and selfless.”

 

[LordLuck]

"I did what any honoured warrior would have done, damsel.", he smiled kindly towards her, amused on how she seemed to blush at his sight. "But I would love to share your company for some time."

He approached. Amatril could see now how tall and broad-shouldered was Krug, his frame strong and well-muscled. She would also notice the many scars around his arms and even some almost completely gone at his face. He wasn't the most beautiful of soldiers, and knew it.

"Would you lead me towards your campsite, Amatril? If you'd share both your tale and your company, I would be most repaid."

 

[BellaxMorte]

As he stepped toward her Amatril tipped her head back peering up at him. Large emerald eyes blinked up at him, he was a rather large man. Towering over her really. She was tiny compared to him. But then again she was tiny compared to most as she was a wood elf. Humans tended to tower over her, so that a half orc did wasn’t surprising though for some reason the differences in size took her breath away. And she blushed at the somewhat crude thoughts that filtered through her mind.

She smiled softly at him and his request nodding her head. She reached out carefully and her fingertips traced along his arm tracing one of the scars. “Well I have never been saved before. So perhaps not just any warrior would have done it. Regardless I am grateful.”

A smile curled the edges of her soft full lips, the red of her mouth a stark contrast the paleness of her skin. “Come then, by all means, though my story and company are hardly reward enough. I am sure we can come up with something fitting.” She managed softly and then carefully picked her way along the rocky terrain to lead him toward her camp in the forest.

 

[LordLuck]

The Half-Orc did not question his luck to find out this one was a tolerant, even friendly elf to talk to. Not that it did not had anything to do with the fact that she had probably saved her life from immediate danger, but he decided not to face it like that.

Instead, he decided to stare at the maiden's fine ass as she started to climb playfully up the hill. Wasting no time, he started to follow her, allowing himself some fine views of her backside as both climbed upwards. She was indeed a gorgeous elven damsel. Her small skirt and many golden bands waved around as she walked. Was... was she wavying her ass meaningfully at him?

It couldn't be. Krug dismissed the crude thought, although it did seemed that Amatril could be somewhat interested in him...

 

[BellaxMorte]

Each time she bent over to carefully climb up a boulder or up more steep terrain he would no doubt get a rather tantalizing view of her backside, it was bare beneatht he skirt she wore. She didn’t have even the slightest scrape of undergarment on so if she bent over far enough he’d likely get a peak at bare hairless nether lips as well. As Elves tended not to grow any form of body hair really.

She did walk with a little bit of a sway to her step though she honestly wasn’t sure why she was. She liked the man, and he had indeed saved her life. Though she knew that most of her kind were repulsed by half orcs she wasn’t. She was actually rather fascinated by the larger creatures. She liked them, simply because they were such a stark contrast to her own small stature. She always wondered what it might be like, to be with a creature so large.

Carefully, Amartril pushed the thought from her mind peering over her shoulder at him. “Almost there.” She assured him as she started into the tree line. She didn’t have her camp set up in the open of course. In a cluster of trees he’d see a tent strung up by a rope tied between two trees and a few spikes in the ground. A small camp fire area and her pack hanging out of the open flap of her tent.

 

[LordLuck]

Noticing the small camp that Amatril had set up by herself, Krug had to ask it. Turning to the petty woman, he voiced it in a kind, serene question.

"Have you been travelling alone, damsel? Isn't it dangerous for you?"

She had caught some of his interest. To watch at her backside wavying around like in some sort of crude mating ritual had done it's effects into Krug's groin, and he was thankful that his leather skirt did conceal it - for the time being. If she kept doing it, he would surely become noticeable.

Watching with attention at her hips, he had caught one or two glimpses of her intimacy. She was so different that the other half-orcs he had mated, her skin so soft-looking, so hairless. It was with no less curiosity that he approached her.

"Maybe we should travel togheter, after you tell me your tale."

 

[BellaxMorte]

Once they reached her camp she bent over and picked up a large thick stick she’d been using to poke at the fire. She carefully stirred up the coals in the circle of stones and then tossed on a few dry logs to get it going again. She didn’t plan to move on again until tomorrow. At least that was what she intended anyway. She dropped the stick back on the ground and then perched lightly on a large log near the fire.

She smiled at him softly and nodded her head. “Yes, I am traveling alone. It can be dangerous I was foolish going about without my weapons.” She rubbed along her soft hairless legs lightly as she peered at him.

“Please have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I can make you something to eat if you like. Though… I don’t have much that’s all that tasty.” Just bread and cheese really and some dried meat. She would hunt but she found she wasn’t the greatest at that.

“Perhaps we can travel together it would be nice to have someone… stronger around. I’m… rather small not good in a fight really.” Though she had some skill it was more with long range weaponry.

Amatril stretched her legs out, her toes wiggling at the fire. “My story is not overly impressive. I’m delivering a message from my people to another elven village. It’s a long ways away though. I may not be strong but I am rather diplomatic.”

 

[LordLuck]

Laying himself to sit right beside Amatril, he unloaded his own packages beside himself. He would enjoy laying by the fireplace, guarding and safekeeping the maiden from anyone that would dare defile her.

"They've sent you alone? That's at least unwise. The roads and forests might be filled with bandits or raiders. You could have been captured and... well... you must have heard what they tend to do with women. A beautiful girl as you would be quite a catch."

He had complimented her almost unwilligly, not knowing what to say beside it. It was almost late afternoon, the sun would begin it's long downing until twilight in a few hours.

"I would love to part food with you, Amatril.", he said, reaching inside his own package to bring up a canteen of mead. He did not know if she would like it - she was an elf, after all, not some brutish, rude orc woman.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Amatril was well aware of the dangers that tended to come along with traveling. Especially alone. She was able to defend herself to an extent when she had weapons on hand. Though… today had been a rather unfortunate slip of the mind on her part. She couldn’t believe that she had done that, left her weapons behind at camp so mindlessly.

She blinked at him when he spoke of how she would be quite the catch. Though the comment was disturbing in the fact that he was indeed right, she was also warmed by that he thought her to be beautiful. She blushed slightly. “I am quick and like on my feet. Most don’t notice me slipping through he forest… earlier was a rather unfortunate accident. But thank you… for the compliment anyway.” She smiled at him softly.

As he seemed interested in eating with her she shifted from the log and crawled toward her tent. On her hands and knees as she dug through her pack. “I don’t have the greatest of rations I’m afraid. Just the necessities. I don’t hunt so fresh meat is… well a bit out of the question.” She shrugged lightly.

The view likely wasn’t bad as she was on her hands and knees digging around in her pack. Her backside showing just a hint though she wasn’t bent over enough to see much else. The backs of her thighs smooth and soft looking.

 

[LordLuck]

Krug turned to stare at Amatril's ass in an instintive reflex. Gods, she was gorgeous. How would be an elven village, should all their damsel's be as beautiful as this mere messenger?

It was only natural that he started to feel the calls of his most primal desires. It was beyond the warrior's control to ease himself and cease the tickles he felt at his balls. It was not his wish, but he felt his member swolling to stiff under his groin, the leathery cloth over it barely disguising his arousal due to his sitting - yet spread out position beside Amatril.

He watched not only her fine elven ass, but also her spotless, scarless back, slender and lithe as only his dreams would allow him to possess such a lady. Krug was ugly. He knew it. He wasn't a bard, nor a very related person, but in the wild, one could always make a friend.

Taking a sip from his canteen, he lowered it beside him, staring at Amatril's ass while it waved around as she perused through her rations.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Though she knew it might be inappropriate she couldn’t help but wonder if he was looking at her. She didn’t know what it was but the idea of a large creature like him and a smaller being like her, well it was somewhat intriguing arousing even. Of course other elves wouldn’t think it right, as he was half orc and elves tended to shy away from his kind. But she didn’t. He saved her after all and she did find him attractive in his own way. There was something about his rough exterior and warrior attitude that she just liked.

If she didn’t like him she likely wouldn’t have invited him here. Even now she was contemplating a far more appropriate reward for his aid. He would no doubt expect payment for traveling with her and protecting her. She didn’t have much in the way of gold or fortune, but she did have other things she could offer him. She pulled bread from her pack and wrapped meat and cheese. The meat was dried, not fresh, but it would due.

She glance back at him, catching him as he was looking at her back side. Full lips curled into a slight smile. She blushed faintly and then shifted to sit neat him. “It’s not much but its all I have.” She managed laying the things out between them. Her gaze lifting slightly noticing the slight bulge between his legs. She found herself blushing again.

 

[LordLuck]

She seemed so small. So petite, so fragile. Krug imagined how would it be to spend some time closer to her, touching her, always afraid that she could break, snapping like a fine crystal in his arms. Of course he was not able to deal with that kind of craftsmanship. Still, he dreamt about it, even though not considering the idea of actually doing anything.

"It's more than enough, my little friend", he said, smiling kindly.

Although the meal was about to be poor, Krug decided to add something to it. Pulling a couple of days-old apples, he laid both fruits just beside what Amatril's had offered to share with him. It meant a lot. Not only did she allowed him into her settled area of her campsite, she did sat down to share a meal with him. It did Krug great honour, in a sense.

But he finally noticed her blushes. His hardness unabated, Krug started at Amatril's face for a moment before speaking in a worried tone.

"Is there something wrong, Amatril? Are you unconfortable? Your cheeks and ears are turning crimson..."

 

[BellaxMorte]

She smiled widely when he produced the fruit, a fine addition to their small somewhat plain meal. She was more used to fruit then meat herself. She didn’t like meat much but she knew that it was good nutrition and would help keep her energy up. She wasn’t one of the many elves who decided to stick to a rather vegetarian diet.

“Thank you, Krug.” She offered her appreciation softly and reached behind her for a white cloth in her pack. She pulled it forth and lightly rubbed the apples clean. Not that she thought he dirtied them of course but when traveling food could get dirty if it wasn’t covered. Once she wiped them she laid the cloth down and placed the apples onto it.

She was unwrapping the bread and cheese when he spoke, her gaze lifting to his face. She blushed all over again as he pointed out her blushing. She shook her head softly. “No not uncomfortable.” She assured him with a dazzling reassuring smile. “I merely noticed something I perhaps…. Wasn’t supposed to.” She winked at him and broke into the bread offering him some.

 

[LordLuck]

He took the bread with a thankful nod, but her remark was lost on him. Seen something she ought not? Why was that? Had he told her something he should have not? Had she noticed him checking her backside?

"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?", Krug asked politely, completely oblivious to his raging hardness. To Krug, who was raised amonst a violent, somewhat barbaric orc tribe by his father, it was a common sight to see a male aroused, or sating himself. Even more when the prisioners of war were distributed... and ravaged.

But that was long, long ago.

He motioned himself to stay even closer to her, watching her with curiosity yet blatantly denoucing how she aroused him, by the bulge on his pants and an ocasional stare at her cleavage.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Amatril didn’t mind the way he looked at her, in fact… it excited her that he would look at her in that way. Most elves likely wouldn’t be too fond of such looks from a half orc warrior but she was not most elves. Not at all really. She was in fact pondering a reward that was far more… appropriate given his interest.

She nibbled at her lip lightly and then reached out and unwrapped the cheese as well. Making it all nice and neat presented for the two of them. She broke off a bit of bread for herself as well and nibbled lightly at it. Trying to decide how best to tell him what she had… noticed.

“Well uhm.” She smiled and blushed. “You are quite aroused.” She glanced down to his rather hard bulge and she smiled at him, nibbling her lip before busying herself with her bread. “I’m not offended… its flattering.” She offered softly, so that he wouldn’t be embarrassed by her having noticed it.

It was actually somewhat… arousing for her.

 

[LordLuck]

"Ah..."

"I'm sorry, but I am", he tried to excuse himself, but did not move, his hardness starting to ache under the fabric over his loins, "It has been some time, really, since I've... you know... had my last... release."

He took the piece of bread she had offered him towards his mouth, taking a vicious bite out of it. Still, he would not cease to stare bluntly at her chest, into her face, trying to decifer her thoughts. Would she cast him away? Shameful, but stout, he tried to disregard it until he grew limp again...

 

[BellaxMorte]

Amatril had no interest in sending him away for his interest in fact she had different ideas. He had saved her life after all and a rather lame meal didn’t really seem as if it was fitting considering. She couldn’t help it, but the thought of it aroused her. Perhaps because it was so terribly taboo for her kind to even consider getting involved with his.

She smiled at him and shook her head. “No need to apologize.” She offered softly and slices the cheese a little offering him some an nibbling on a piece of her own. She slid a little bit closer to him across the ground. Vivid eyes moving toward that… bulge again before lifting to his face.

“I actually… am considering a much more appropriate reward for you… since I have no decent amount of coin to thank you with.” She smiled sweetly at him.

 

[LordLuck]

"Really? Speak your mind..."

Krug was still somewhat ignorant of what could Amatril be meaning. She was friendly, yes, but he doubted she'd wish to get even closer to him than she already was. After all, she was an elven maiden. Her society would never allow it. The only situations were an half-orc would bed an elf would be in the raping after pillages - but that was loathed by Krug. He was no ordinary, barbaric orc.

Biting into the piece of cheese she had offered him, Krug leaned closer to her. Not that he wanted any money. It was a surprise along the way, nothing more into his mind.