We both looked up and met eyes.

I spoke first.

“Why did you pop a chubby?” I demanded with a laugh, gesturing at her obvious erection.

She looked down at her crotch, then up at me. “Pop a what?!”

“A stiffy!” I clarified, looking at her genital.

Hanna's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Then, she looked away. “I.. got nervous! Your Excellency gets it, right?”

A moment of silence followed her words.

My pee still flowed.

“Wait, I'm still peeing! What the fuck!” I turned around and focused on finishing as quick as I could, flexing the pertinent muscles to make the pee come out faster. “At least wait until I'm done!”

The Ork release the bush, but the damage was done. Her rush to see me down there had broken the bush beyond its capacity to go back to its former shape.

Poetic, considering the situation.

“Apologies, Your Excellency!” Hanna blurted out. “I just... It's very rare to meet someone like me, is all. I got...” She struggled to find words, but settled on apologizing again. “Sorry!”

I sighed as the last of the pee flowed out and felt that thing that goes up the spine and makes one shiver. “Haaa...”

“A Halve fulse...” she whispered to herself. “Amazing...”

I gave my fellow a few shakes and turned to her, cock still out.

Yes. Cock still out. I was having a moment of self discovery, and I have learned that hiding away does nobody any good.

“Fulse?” I repeated in confusion. “What's that?”

Hanna, who I assumed was still in shock, had her cock out as well.

I took a good gander.

It was blue, not excessively veiny, had a good angle, the foreskin was a bit pulled back due to her nervous erection, and she had a healthy amount of pubic hair.

10 out of 10 in my eyes. A nice cock.

As an absolute degenerate, my mind went to places of carnal desire in a heartbeat.

“Fulse,” Hanna spoke, breaking my admiration of such a fine specimen. “Is the term our community uses to refer to ourselves,” she explained. “It's a short way to say 'full sex'. We don't... appreciate the Clerical term used to label us... and as a disproportionate minority, we haven't been able to make a change that matters.”

I looked up at her and nodded. So we're going there first, I thought. “You mean hermaphrodite?” I asked for clarification.

Hanna closed her eyes and tightened her lips. “Yes. That word.”

I placed my hands on my hips and looked up at the treetops.

A few birds flew by, chirping and doing their own thing.

“I am ignorant about that,” I admitted. “You're the first I've met.”

“I can tell,” she sighed. “But this means so much more than Your Excellency thinks!” She continued with passion. “You can make a statement! If you...” she stopped and went quiet.

I looked down at her.

Hanna had a complicated expression. “I by no means demand or expect Your Excellency to out yourself as a fulse...” she muttered. “It's just... it would mean so much to us.”

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I nodded. This turned heavy way too fast, I concluded and took a deep breath. “Sure,” I sighed. “I know what it's like to be a minority...”

The Ork's brown eyes darted to meet mine, and something like relief could be seen there.

I shrugged. “I mean... I have power, authority, money,” I counted, raising fingers. “People listen to me.”

Hanna gave me a deep nod.

“But you know,” I started, not sure how to word it. “I hope you understand... learning about issues related to something I find completely natural is a bit of a surprise to me.”

“Naturally, Your Excellency,” Hanna accepted, nodding a few times.

I thought for a bit, choosing my words carefully.

Objectively speaking, I was in a position of absolute privilege compared to others like me.

Born beyond the reach of the overwhelming majority by individual power alone. Rich enough to not worry about money for ten thousand years considering what I had seen in terms of prices. Of a species with legendary and mythical renown. Socially above everyone except Gods, whom I stood next to. Able to influence laws, culture, and tradition. Easy access to the beings at the center of the world's religion (to be checked).

I looked down at her waist and observed the delectable member between Hanna's legs. “Am I the first... fulse Halve?” I asked and looked up, meeting her eyes.

“...That I know of,” she replied, then looked down at mine.

A pleasurable tingle ran up my spine at her eyes inspecting me.

Natasha, for fuck's sake, I chastised myself. This is serious! Focus! I tucked my penis in my pants before I got an erection at imagining Hanna shoving her cock down my throat, then coughed. “Hey, Hanna. How about we both take watch tomorrow night and talk about it more deeply,” I offered. “You had a turn already and I don't want to keep you up.”

The Ork smiled and nodded. “I'd be more than happy to, Your Excellency” she replied and fixed her pants.

I felt a tiny disappointment inside me, then chuckled to myself. Is this how Pokora feels? I wondered and walked towards the camp.

It was early morning and there was a lot of traveling to do to reach Divine Lands.

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That night.

Me and Pokora sat on a small hill that overlooked the camp.

I was facing the tents and mounts, and she was facing the other way to cover all sides.

Well, to say all sides is a bit excessive since the absurd amount of trees blocked everything in sight after around thirty meters.

The trees themselves were about two meters thick so it didn't take many to completely cover our view.

At one point Pokora asked about art and we engaged in a long conversation about the difference of displaying the same character as powerful or sexy simply by changing the pose while keeping the same clothes.

“You have to take into account that intent has little impact on the consumer,” I explained. “Take He-man for example.” I turned to her. “Do you remember him?”

“I do,” the Elf confirmed with a nod.

“He was a powerful character despite the clothes he wore,” I continued. “The whole point was power. And even then, he was supposed to be a leather daddy if you took the creators' intent. Nothing about that type of character... that being a muscular man with little clothes... was supposed to be sexy. They were sexy anyway. At least to me,” I chuckled. “I can't recall the amount of times I flicked the bean to Arnold's Conan with that nice bod and primitive feel.”

Pokora's eyebrows joined. “I don't know about that one,” she commented.

I shook my head. “Nonsense,” I rejected her words. “That thing about a caveman-like dude with big muscles... just waiting to be tamed with a good suck and a few squatfucks... Hmm!”

“Bruh,” she uttered.

“Nah,” I insisted. “Just think about it... a dude that primal would give the best fucks, and a good sloppy toppy would have him gasping for air in a matter of seconds. All that power vanished with a few key movements of the tongue. Absolute dominion, I tell you.”

The Archer quietly laughed. “I think we're attracted to different types of men, Natasha,” she chuckled. “I'm on femboy team.”

“Same,” I agreed with a sly grin.

She sighed. “That little dick being teased to tears,” she hummed. “Fuck!” She hissed. “This talk is getting me all worked up.”

“I get you,” I agreed with a long nod, then recalled my encounter with Hanna.

She sighed and shook her head. “I don't know... these hormones are insane!”

I stared at the Elf.

Her dull silver eyes. The long Elvish ears. That skin whiter than a sheet of paper that did nothing to hide blushes. How her face was usually emotionless. That monotone voice of hers that broke whenever she got surprised, excited, or else.

I caught myself licking my lips.

I was horny.

“Whatever,” she muttered. “This is going to last a year at best.”

I bit my lower lip and thought for a second. “Wanna... do something about it?” I offered, looking into her eyes.

Pokora's eyebrows climbed her forehead.

“I'm dead serious,” I continued and leaned towards her, stopping halfway to give her room for rejection.

I hoped she'd go for it, though.