Ethan lowered his eyes to see the top of Luka's ashen-white hair bobbing up and down. He couldn't believe it! It was really happening!

The boy felt something gobble up his turgid pole. The insides of the she-orc's mouth were a little rough and tough. It probably had the strength and capacity to handle twice his penis' diameter, considering she was an Orc.

Orc dicks were probably like shrub stems. But, without doubt, Luka Voltha was giving him a blowjob!

Ethan stood there, water up to his waist, his heart hammering like he'd just sprinted. Bubbles rose around the she-orcs's submerged form, and he could feel her hands on his thighs, steadying herself as she pumped him. This was really happening! A princess-like princess on her knees for him. Could he boast about it back home in Cromwell Castle?

Ethan glanced around the stream's banks. The forest was thick, but what if an orc scout wandered by? Or worse, what if Beatrix and Athena finished their bath early and came looking for him? They'd attack Luka Voltha and skin him alive for letting himself get sucked by the enemy.

'Focus, Ethan,' he told himself. 'You've got a hot orc sucking you off. Enjoy it while it lasts.'

Luka removed his dick from her throat for a moment. As a change of pace, her lips brushed his tip softly. Literally, Ethan let out a low groan, clenching his sides. She was good at this!

"Luka... that feels... damn good." The cool stream contrasted with the warmth of her mouth, sending shivers up his spine. She took him in slowly again, her tongue flicking along the underside, teasing him.

Ethan's mind raced back to Earth for a split second. Girls there were nothing like this. No fantasy, no danger. Even for men who actually got laid, it was just boring dates and quick hookups.

In Promiscua, everything was amplified. The risk, the thrill, the races, the sheer hotness of it all. He tangled his fingers in her floating hair, not pulling, just holding on as she started a rhythm. Up and down, building speed.

Luka surfaced after a few minutes, gasping for air. Water dripped from her chin. Her almond eyes locked on his, sparkling with a mix of mischief and hunger. "How did you like that, human? For me, you taste like gourmet food."

She licked her lips and groaned in a husky voice, like she'd been holding back a growl.

Ethan nodded. His dick throbbed in the open air, begging for more. "You're driving me crazy. How are you even doing this underwater? You were down there for five minutes!"

Luka grinned, flashing her perfect teeth. "Next you're going to ask me how fish breathe. Anyway, you are right about me being special. Orcs are generally not good swimmers or divers. I am more versatile in all kinds of environments, be it aquatic, grassland, forest, desert, or snow."

"Back home, I swim in mountain rivers with rough currents, going for deep dives. But you don't want a lesson on my abilities, do you?"

She traced a finger along the length of his dick, making him twitch. "You're thicker than I expected. A bit salty, too. Like fresh-killed game mixed with spices. Makes me want to devour you whole."

Ethan chuckled impatiently. "Maybe get on with it? I'm dying for more."

Luka's expression became naughtier. Her hand moved, stroking him lazily. She leaned in, pressing her breasts against his thighs, the pink nipples hard from the cold water. "I could do this all day, Ethan. Make you beg for it."

The boy raised an eyebrow, trying to play cool even as his body screamed for release. "I'm not the begging type. But if you keep going like that... maybe."

She laughed again. "I won't torture you anymore, salty boy."

Before he could reply, she dove back under, gobbling his shaft deeper this time. Her mouth was like a vortex this time. She was wild, sucking, swirling, her tongue wrapping around his circumference and pressing.

Bubbles exploded around Luka's head as she worked him, her hands gripping his ass tightly for leverage.

Ethan's head fell back, and he eyed the canopy on the other side of the riverbank. 'If all of this is a trap to kill me, then this is a hell of a way to go,' he thought.

The pressure was building fast. His hips buckled slightly into her rhythm, matching her movements. He felt her hum underwater. Was she singing? The vibration shot straight through him, climbing his waist and radiating out.

Splurch! He came! The orgasm was sudden and powerful, making his eyes roll up. "God!" the boy screamed.

Luka's mouth tightened around his dick, sucking up every last drop. She pumped it a few times to empty the hatch. Ethan grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up out of the water. "You rocked my world. Can I have a kiss?"

Luka pulled back and rinsed her mouth. Then she walked past him towards the shore as if she'd just finished a daily chore. "You'll have to wait for the next time if you want a kiss," she said absentmindedly. "But I must admit, your cum felt like fire down my throat."

Ethan couldn't fail to notice a tiny sigil had appeared on Luka's neck. Most likely, that meant he could force her will through DOMINUS.

[Challenge completed!: Blowjob from an Orc]

[Reward: AP +2]

[Reward: Orcish Vitality Potion x1]

Ethan leaned against a boulder, catching his breath while dressing up. The system ping made him smirk through the haze. At least the risk paid off. Luka put on her clothes before him, water streaming off her athletic body. She looked regal, like a warrior queen from some fantasy poster.

Ethan wished he could kiss her lips and suck those breasts. More importantly, he wanted to fuck her. However, Luka seemed to be an impulsive woman. She gave him a blowjob as a thrill-seeker, not out of emotion. It would be wise to tread lightly.

"You okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice. "It looked like you saw stars."

"Better than okay. That was... unforgettable."

The she-orc grinned and winked at him. "Where are you headed, by the way?"

"Gulchtown," he replied without giving it a second thought. "My mother is holed up there, and she might be in danger."

Luka raised her brows as if she already knew what he was talking about. However, she chose not to comment. "Good luck to you, adventurer. If you survive Gulchtown, find me again. My horde's camped north of here, in the white caves."

A cacophony of grunts sounded from the woods. They were familiar, guttural sounds that Ethan immediately recognized. Orcs.

Luka turned to leave. "My horde is here. Go, Ethan. If they see you with me… They can't even have the least bit of suspicion about what he did…"

The boy nodded and prepared to leave. "Nobody needs to know. But, will you be okay?"

"I'll manage. Farewell. Watch your back!"

Ethan spun and walked away, Luka's fragrance and her touch still fresh in his mind. He glanced back. She was slipping into trees, her white hair shining like a ghost's.

After ten minutes of walking, he paused behind a tree. The encounter replayed in his mind. Luka wasn't just an orc. She had depth, a story. Regardless of the blowjob, her character had struck his heart in the bullseye.

It made him question what he knew about Promiscua's races. Were all orcs savage, or were some like her—trapped in a bad system?

"Ethan! Ethan!"

The voice echoing in the forest was familiar. Beatrix was calling out to him. "Ethan? Where are you?"

"I'm right here!" he responded, stepped out from behind the tree, and acted casual.

The warrior girls burst out of the bushes, looking worried. Beatrix's silver hair was still damp, the gothic dress clinging to curvy places. Athena's leather top was laced tight, her pants muddy from the trek.

Athena eyed him suspiciously. "You look flushed and smell funny. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," the boy replied, patting his cheeks. "I just ate some bad mushrooms while exploring."

Beatrix frowned at him. "Well, that was stupid. We asked you to stay put, didn't we? How are we supposed to protect the Prince if he wanders off like lost cattle?"

Ethan shrugged nonchalantly. "Sorry. It won't happen again. Let's eat. I'm starving."

They shared rabbit meat for lunch, sitting on rocks by the stream. Ethan chewed slowly, his mind still on Luka. The meat was chewy and gamey, but he tore into it like it was his last meal.

"So, what is the plan for Gulchtown?" he asked, mouth full.

Athena gorged on the food, making a mess. Her massive breasts shifted with each bite. Ethan stole a glance. A tiny act of harmless peeking never hurts.

Beatrix responded to the question. "We hit the outskirts just before dawn," she said. "If the town hasn't been attacked yet, that would be the best-case scenario. Still, there may be Orcs doing recon of the town. We'll put them down. But—"

"But what?"

"Count Cromwell… If the town has been attacked, most likely Countess Velma isn't alive. We cannot imagine what the Orcs may have done to her—"

Ethan held up his hand, cutting Beatrix short. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

While the warrior girls nodded, silently admiring the Count's strategic maturity, Ethan's heart sank. What if Beatrix was not wrong? What if the Orcs got to Velma already?

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