Since he would be leaving the comforts of civilization for the dangers of the frontier, Garrok decided to indulge in a hearty meal to celebrate the new contract he had just signed.

Pushing his plate aside, Garrok let out a contented sigh. "This has been quite the feast."

Across the table, Tink chuckled. "You do enjoy the finer things in life, don't you?"

"As does anyone with good sense," Garrok retorted, his eyes twinkling.

They were not alone. At a corner table in the Caravanserai's bustling dining hall sat Elysia, the half-elf receptionist from the guild. Her golden hair framed her delicately pointed ears, and her green eyes sparkled with amusement.

"It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of company at dinner—company other than my dire-wolves, that is," Garrok admitted. "And sharing a meal with two captivating ladies is certainly a pleasant experience."

Elysia blushed slightly at the compliment, while Tink relished it openly. "We're glad to be here, Garrok. And it's a celebration, isn't it? We survived the bandit raid, and this outpost contract promises to be quite lucrative for everyone involved."

Garrok nodded, his eyes clouding over momentarily as he pondered the dangers that lay ahead.

Tink yawned and stretched her arms. "I hate to eat and run, but there are preparations to be finished for our journey."

Garrok inclined his head. "Of course. I'll see you in the morning."

With farewells waved, Tink departed, leaving Elysia and Garrok in a newfound solitude. Elysia leaned in, her demeanor turning serious. "I was there, you know, during the bandit raid a few days ago. I saw you stand at the front, ready to intercept the bandit chieftain's charge."

"You saw that?" Garrok raised an eyebrow.

Elysia's eyes met his, intense and slightly unnerving. "I did, and your valor was remarkable."

"Valor often arises out of necessity," he replied quietly. "I needed the space for my bombs."

Elysia reached over and gently took his hand. "That may be, but it doesn't make your courage any less noteworthy. You'll be leaving for the outpost soon, and I'd like to give you something to remember me by."

The implicit invitation hovered in the air between them. A rush of conflicting emotions surged through Garrok, but surprise quickly gave way to a boyish grin. "I can't think of a better way to spend my last evening before setting out."

X---X

Elysia's quarters were modest but comfortably furnished, lit by the warm glow of an oil lamp. Garrok took in the surroundings as she closed the door behind them. She was already turning to him, and without a word, their lips met. It was a kiss filled with unspoken sentiments; a mix of fear, desire, and an overwhelming sense of fleeting time.

Elysia disrobed. Her cheeks donned a subtle red hue. Her elegant jaw accentuated her delicate profile. The ears were pointy and split her hair in beautiful waves. With the addition of her thin chin and small nose, she was carrying all the soft features he expected an elf to have.

Her human ancestry was mostly concentrated in her thick hips and larger breasts. Her figure lacked the smooth, almost ethereal thin arms and legs of a typical elf. She was tall, yes, but life away from forest idleness and everyday work had put some muscle and sag onto her frame. Another clue that betrayed her human blood was the thick vegetation above her juicy vulva.

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Garrok preferred it that way. She was an honest hard worker. Real. None of that snotty elf sense of superiority. Easy on the eye, with a very appealing body. The naked flesh of the half-elf fueled his breeches with interest. His loincloth ballooned, as his tool enlarged.

She sat on his thigh and her arms caressed his rough sides. Her fingers were sensual but their grip was stern enough to keep him in place. She held onto his massive neck and glued her lips to his. The woman was small enough to fit her face between his tusks. The ivory protrusions locked her in position. She quivered when his hands ran across her spine and squeezed her buttocks.

A warrior's touch. Mighty fingers. A real man. Elysia felt her arousal climbing with each passing second. She wanted him all for herself. The half-elf knew she would never be able to hold onto someone like him. She lacked the spirit, the bravery, or even the desire to explore and go on adventures. But for one night only, she could have everything.

She slipped away from the kiss and leaned forward. She stepped firmly on the ground and spread her legs. Her ass was wide open and revealed everything. Elysia was sad there was nobody to appreciate the view when it hit her. She turned around and offered her display to the half-orc. Without giving him a chance to act, she pressed her behind on his stomach and dragged it down. She twirled her butt over his crotch and discovered a monster.

She knew she could spend the whole night shaking her ass around the cock but at some point, it had to enter her. After all, she began this whole thing. Leaving him unsatisfied would bring her only shame.

Elysia dropped to her knees. She placed her plump bum on her bare feet and locked eyes with Garrok. She smiled. He returned with a warm grin. His meaty fingers caressed her jaw.

'We don't have to...'

'Nonsense,' she whispered and freed his cock.

The manhood sprang out ready. With the set of heavy testicles swaying below the erect pole, this was a sight no mere maiden should have seen. Let alone use. Elysia thanked the goddess for allowing such bounty to fall into her lap. Or onto her face in her case.

With an eager tongue and thirst in her eyes, she approached the shaft. As she feared, it was too much for her. Elysia almost dislocated her jaw. Her joints were cracking. The gland was stopping her air. She was struggling to breathe through the mouth and the nose. It only brought more saliva to the gathering. Garrok grabbed her head with his large palms. Her blood drummed in her elegant ears even louder. He applied more pressure to her mouth play but she couldn't overcome this obstacle. Elysia's teeth were scraping the shaft, she was constantly on the brink of hurling, her eyes were watery, sweat covered her whole body. She gagged, fought, and ultimately lost to the cock.

She didn't mind, nor did Garrok. He eased his grip and she pulled away, long ropes of spit, connecting the throbbing tip to her lips.

'Well, if my mouth fails me, there is another one willing to try.'

Elysia was blushing and got to her feet. Her fingers were massaging her labia lips and intimate nectar was glistening on her nails. She climbed over the mountain of desaturated muscle that was Garrok and slowly pierced herself on his erect cock. She whimpered and moaned, but fared much better compared to her previous effort.

Her ass reached his sack and Garrok was fully inside her. She felt his engorged shaft trembling within. Warm waves of pleasure mixed with the pain from the struggle. The elven vaginas were not made to sustain this type of weaponry. Even if she was fused with human blood, her anatomy was not really suited for this particular mace.

She rode Garrok for a while. Salivating his shaft with her intimate sap. Spraying her sweat like rain all over him, and overall thinking she was getting the hang of it. Just for the half-orc to flip the table figuratively, and her literally, to completely annihilate her.

Garrok grabbed Elysia's hips and bore through her pussy like a rabid animal. His cock ravaged her innards. Her whole body shook violently. It should have split her apart. Instead, she squealed with ecstatic sounds.

Placed on all fours, Elysia surrendered under the might of the giant warrior. Submitting under him was easy. She existed in a state of complete bliss. She couldn't anticipate that taking the initiative and coming over to him would take her on such a wild journey. Sharing his bed, even for a night, was more than someone in her position could have bargained for.

He flipped her again. Garrok held hed down. His hands grabbed her breasts and she squirmed. Her nipples responded to his harsh touch. Her boobs trembled as he slapped the ample flesh. Her legs dangled around his body but she wanted to be more active. She wrapped them around his waist and locked her feet above his sweaty buttocks.

Garrok pummeled her vulva. His testicles slammed her ass cheeks. Loud, sloppy slaps filled her ears. Their breaths were labored. They both grunted and shuffled in place. Eager to climb to the same spot. His cock ravaged her vagina and the tip was slamming against her border. The half-orc had full rule over her.

Then the dam broke. His seed splashed inside her. She screamed with pleasure. But her wailing was cut short. He kissed her hard. His tongue was trembling in her mouth while his cock was spitting in her vagina. The sticky substance was hot and burned her in the most amazing way. Outside of her nether region things were equally hectic. He was biting her lips. Mushing her tits and handling her frail body like a dirty rag.

Her own resolve was finally shattered and she reached a peak she didn't know existed.

Under the orc, with her vagina tightly squeezing his shaft, Elysia discovered true satisfaction.

X---X

The next morning, the sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Caravanserai. Garrok, Tink, and the caravan members were engrossed in final preparations: double-checking supplies, securing cargo, and ensuring the animals were well-fed and prepared for the impending journey.

Just as they were about to set off, Elysia emerged from the crowd. Their eyes locked, and for an ephemeral moment, the surrounding chaos seemed to dissolve. Garrok walked over, and they shared a soft, lingering kiss that spoke more than words ever could.

"Safe travels," Elysia whispered, her eyes misty but resolute. "May your path be clear, and your arrows true."

Garrok smiled reassuringly. "I'll come back to visit when I'm able."

With a nod, Elysia took a step back, her hand rising in a graceful farewell. As the caravan began to trundle forward, wheels and hooves kicking up clouds of dust, she watched them go. Her hand remained in the air, a lingering touch that sought to bridge the growing distance between them.

As Elysia stood alone, a bittersweet smile played upon her lips. Her other hand moved discreetly to caress her belly, and her eyes shimmered with a complex blend of love and a tinge of uncertainty. It was a moment that captured both the promise and the peril of what lay ahead.