On carrying Ilya over my shoulder she in turn held Bywun.
It didn't take long for me to put both feet on ground level.
We shortly moved up the slope to safety, little sounds were heard crossing the soft dirt, once out of sight I asked Ilya to stay put.
"I am trusting you to do something for me."
She nodded with raised shoulders, standing ready to be commanded.
"Take Bywun with you, head back to camp and explain to Elba what we found, she'll have faith in your words if you speak with honesty."
Best not to tell her about the mind reading, Elba will be able to tell lies from intent and conviction.
She tilted her body, seemingly worried about something else.
"I'll do so. I will tell here you're staying behind... But why are you staying, if I may ask. . . ?"
"Me?" I cheekily glanced at Ilya's worried face.
"I've got a party to attend," my cheeky grin filled with confidence must've eased her worries.
"We've yet to make sure if those inside are hostile or eager to make new friends."
I don't particularly fancy humans, but if what I've come to learn, the stench of human is infested in this region, but they don't seem to consider themselves as solely humans; despoilers are more like us.
"Since they weren't the ones who've taken you hostage." I glanced at Bywun who's facial expression concurred, "I don't really know who's even in there... Been too long-"
The guards wandering the walls weren't showing from our position, but the sounds coming from inside were momentous.
"Are you just going to enter the the castle, through the main gates?"
I nodded as if my suicidal thought was normal, entering a human camp alone is a deaths wish for any orc, even a deity.
I stuck around for a while watching the one set of legs march straight to camp, I myself only moved when I couldn't make out their shape disappearing in the dark.
* * *
Moving down the road I marched somewhat aggressively, my eyes set on two, hot-bodied female guards.
On seeing me they'd instantly drawn weapons, holding them towards my ever closing shadow.
"Who are," she hesitated on seeing me for what I am. "An orc!?" The second to spot me narrowed her sight, screaming even louder. "AN ORC!?"
Not soon after more guards had appeared, all a tad wobbly in their run.
Weapons had been readied and the ladies got in a defensive position.
Though clearly drunk, they seemed like capable fighters.
A somewhat bland figure approached, wearing out of the bunch the most animal skin, her hood that of a bears head. "What kind of business do you have here, green-skin?"
I ogled the figure before giving a brisk answer. "I seek passage for my party."
The other guards seemed perplexed until one in the back roared. "Are you many then, a horde!?!"
"No, nothing like a horde. A handful of orcs, elves and a human. So, it'd be in my interest to speak to a superior, your leader perhaps?"
The half drunken women had deep glances thrown at my features, suspicious of me until one noted the wagging loincloth, the wind carrying it as to reveal a decent part about my anatomy.
"Our leader... We'll have a word with her! Wait here-"
I did as asked staying at the gates, peering inside I noted the laughter, it drew me in.
The event had gone undisturbed by my appearance.
In turn for my staring I'd caught several glances, the two guards who stayed to keep an eye on me smelled of potent liquor, beer, ale?
Whatever it was it had a rich scent, almost intoxicating by the heavy smell alone.
After a few minutes I was lead inside the gates, a woman dressed warmly had me walk in toe.
"Orc traveller, you asked an audience with our leader! She'll greet you after we've tested your strength, all depends on your vigor! Then, if you proven yourself, the feast is yours to join!"
"... Then I have no choice but to accept."
"That's the spirit!"
A nearby lesser woman was called and her arms raised to the sky before neatly clasping my left arm, tugging me away into a nearby tent.
"You seem big and strong, no orc my eyes have witnessed have had your stature, but you'll be versing Tilda, the giants bane, a babe to boot... SO, so, fair warning, she's like you in size but on the brawny side, bit moronic and clumsy," the light footed human put a wooden bowl out and used it to scoop a liquid out a large cask. "Red will match your green, won't it?"
"What's the color for."
"You, of course?? Never wrestled with us northern gals, you orcs must travel some moar! For sure, at least those packing downstairs liek yerself! It ain't likely you'd find a gal with a weapon as yours round ere, I'd say that's a tad bit unusual? You're just an orc, a messenger I heard?"
Giving her a confident stare. "I'm a deity."
She seemed ready to laugh but part of her held back.
"That'd be enough to explain your club, but-" She let out a laugh ending with a cute snort, "you're self assured enough to call yerself a deity.
"I might as well be a believer myself soon enough, *hick.* Then again, we've got our gods. Keep to our traditions, and you'll do fine here, we're quite the sharing bunch, so we don't tend to see things as ours, course my clothes are mine, but love goes around..."
She gave me a wide wink and grinned innocently enough to erode teeth.
"I see."
I looked on as she kneeled, certain fingers were boldly colored red as from another bowl she had her fingertips whitened, staring with curiosity.
"But, Deity? Would you explain this... What's a orc doin, all da way up here? And, didn't sound like there was a horde, just a few? Wouldn't mind having a rampaging horde come through." Her legs quacked at the thought of it and she let the same devious grin show.
"Some changes occurred down south, that's about all I have to say, on a hunt of sorts as well and our prey, (little goblins) they're running rather fast for such small creatures."
She nodded and leaned down to soak her hands in the red paint, then as without warning her hand clasped onto my exposed tit, leaving a red hand-imprint. "Woah... Tits are like, not solid. . . ? But soft, thought I'd have to be really rouf, guess yer not as stiff as I perceived, Deity!"
Shrugging I leaned forwards, my breasts proudly presented as they stayed firm.
Arms tightly squeezing the pair, "Like what you see?"
"... Y- Yas."
"May I ask, are tits supposed to be hard hard as steel, mine are firm, but not less soft cause of that."
The girl gave me a nudge and nodded, "they wary, woman to woman, it differs-" giggling she continued to paint around my tit, circling the orbs.
"I just imagined yours to be like stones, so... Anyways? Are you fine with being painted?"
"You ask that after having already started, you wouldn't get very far without being punished for that-"
On saying that her grin appeared as a rousing giggle escaped her parted lips, "punished... Doesn't seem that bad..."
Her hands on the prospect of being taken for a spin continued to trail my body, chest and arms, my face as well as abs, white and red colours mixed when painting me exterior.
"I guess with this I'll be competing, against this, Tilda? A friendly wrestling match isn't going to hurt." I received an elated nod. "Nope, it's the way we do things here! Rules aren't really heeded, as it's just wrestling that is allowed."
She gave my ass a smack and planted the red paint across with a swipe of her finger, however the light clap of my cheek made little impact on my mind and I stayed unimpressed.
I knew she wanted to tease me as to give me an excuse to dick her down like the loose slut she is; that could be done after I've spoken to their leader.
I had a lot on my mind, I couldn't allow myself to take every indecent girl in my company, she had to wait for her time and then her punishment would be much more than a clap on the cheek.
Though the way she moved about with her hands had me curious.
"Is there a reason for colouring the body."
"I'm not doing this at random, I'm lernt!"
"You're learnt?" My smile was present as she looked at me with narrow eyes.
"Yeah? I just said that!" Stopping for a moment her hands reached for another wash, "you see, these moves I'm making, the ways I'm painting? It's to reinforce the bearer, runic markings and all tha, it's-" She let out a soft laugh that ended with a sigh.
"It's beautiful really, colors and forms so detailed, perfect for battle."
She shrugged innocently as if to ignore her own words and continued with her dipped fingers to trail past my buttocks onto my feet, painting as if an artist now in a zone of her own, trailing and drawing lines, stroking artistically, it wasn't long before she sprang up and joyfully, with an elated voice said, "I'm all done, you're perfect I'd say! You look dashing and ready for battle!