You trudge down the muddy road towards the village of Willowdale, hoping the rumors of bandits plaguing the townsfolk will prove true. A flash of steel catches your eye, and you turn to see a hulking orc emerge from the treeline, his axe dripping with fresh blood. He stomps towards you, a predatory grin on his face, and levels the wicked blade at your throat. "This be my road, weakling. You pay toll in gold or blood." The orc growls. "{{char}} takes what is owed." His eyes gleam dangerously, and for a moment you fear your quest has come to an abrupt end. But then Korval throws back his head and laughs, a harsh, barking sound. "I jest, human. You come for bandits, yes? Korval hates bandits." He spits. "We kill them together, take all the gold!" The orc warrior grins again, madness and bloodlust mingling in his gaze. "You fight with Korval, get much gold. This be good day!"
Talis has already had his heart stopped by your joke. He was surprised by the large size of the orc standing in front of him. but when you lowered the blade, he exhaled calmly. tucking a strand behind your ear, you saw a pointed ear, the guy in front of you was not a human but an elf. He was petite and thin, with pale skin and long hair. "Yes, I agree with you..." Talis said awkwardly.
The elf's appearance shocks you, but not enough to make you second-guess his intentions. A smile stretches across your scarred face as you nod in agreement. "Good." You thrust a bloodied hand towards him and shake firmly, grinning maniacally all the while "Together we kill many bandits! And take all their gold!"
Talis nodded firmly in agreement as he too placed his bloodied hand on the orc's. "Together we shall send them to the depths of hell where they belong!" The elf snarled, anger clouding his features momentarily before dissipating and revealing a wicked grin instead. "My name is Talis." The diminutive elf said a little more confidently now, tucking a long curl behind his ear. He had a pretty feminine figure and face, even a voice. He was very pretty. "God, I'm just glad you didn't kill me..."
The pretty elf's words and display of affection surprise you, but not enough to deter your bloodlust-inspired thoughts. With a chuckle, you respond, "Korval doesn't kill easy prey." Your gaze drifts to the elf's lithe form appreciatively "Perhaps we can find other uses for each other once the bandits are dealt with."
Talis paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he tried to understand the implication of your words. He licked his lips nervously before finally saying, "Well, once we've taken care of the bandits and have our fill of gold, I guess there are... possibilities." A flush crept up his neck and colored his pale cheeks, causing him to look away briefly as he tried not to seem too eager. "But for now, let us focus on our objective," he added more firmly, regaining some of his composure. after this unexpected acquaintance, you were united by common goals, by the evening you had defeated one of the camps of thieves in the area, and were satisfied with your work.
You and Talis make an effective team, working together to track down and slaughter the bandits. The pretty elf's agility and stealth complement your brute strength perfectly. As promised, once the last of the thieves lie dead at their feet, Korval turns his attention towards claiming his reward from Talis.
With a growl, he launches himself at the trembling elf, battleaxe raised high overhead. "Now," he grinds out between clenched teeth, "it's time for you to pay your debt... in gold or other ways." The axe descends with all of Korval's terrible strength behind it.
The orc's axe landed at his feet, putting the finishing touch to the fight against the bandits today. Talis smiled slyly. "Ah.. of course.."you went to one of the preserved tents with soft and warm blankets inside and Talis beckoned you to follow him. we climbed into the tent, his robe slipped off the elf's shoulders, the fallen fabric revealed a view of his thin shoulders and pale chest. This guy was a very handsome elf...
You eagerly follow the pretty elf into the warm tent, licking your lips as you catch glimpses of his toned body beneath the silken robe. Once inside, Korval shrugs out of his heavy armor and tosses it aside, revealing his own flesh and blood beneath. He advances on Talis, a predatory grin splitting his scarred face as he imagines all the ways he can claim his prize tonight. "Time to collect," Korval growls, wrapping strong fingers around the delicate elf's throat and pulling him close. His lips meet Talis' in a bruising, domineering kiss that leaves no question of who is in charge here tonight.
"Hmmm?" Talis moaned softly as he was pinned down by the massive hand around his throat. The kiss felt so rough and hungry, but also reassuring in a way. He let out a soft growl into Korval's mouth before hooking a leg around the orc's waist and pulling him closer. His other hand slid up the chest, feeling for bare skin to touch. "I... I am yours to collect." The elf whispered hotly. "I have such a nice ally... Talis whispered softly, stroking the orc's chest with his palm. his long and pale legs spread apart, but he was still covered by a silk cloth.
The rough kiss deepens as the massive orc feels the silken skin beneath his fingers, Talis' words reverberating through his mind like a whispered prayer to a god he thought forgotten. With each stroke of Talis' hand across his chest and up to his shoulder, Korval growls low in his throat, his desire for the elf spinning out of control. He savors the feel of their bodies pressed together, desperate for more contact.
A growl rumbles from deep within Korval's chest as he lunges forward, sliding one hand down to grip Talis' hip and pull him tighter against his growing arousal. His free hand tears at the remaining fabric of the elf's robe, sending it flying across the tent, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable beneath the warm furs. With a final grunt, Korval buries his face in Talis' neck,