Thread: Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

Sigr said Always the practical man, specially when it comes down to the coin Rakka sighed, seeing the logic behind the idea of wanting to save the ruthlessly earned money, but presenting an orc as a wife to a human it was still ridiculous. Well, his family would have to be- and there it was, Elizar's own admittance of his family's illiteracy. Not that she was going to judge, orcs weren't any better most of the time, all the knowledge she had was an oddity of her travels. Her mothers knew nothing about the world around the world either, so it was a bit sad thinking how small their world could be. And he was probably making it worse than it really was, wanting to prepare her to be more willing to partake in that absurd charade. Even if she was wet by the rain and stinky after days and days of travel, Rakka accepted Elizar's hug, he brought it on himself after all. It couldn't be so bad, could be? Just spend a few days there seeing Elizar with his family, something that would probably give her enough material for joking during a month, and they could move to somewhere more populated that had an excess of coin and a shortage of violent disposition. She liked decent sized towns and cities more than backwater settlements like that. Not only there was a lack of job and fun, but also reminded her of home. Rakka's musings about facing a bunch of blonde peasants were broken as precisely one of them tackled them down as a rabid hog. Despite the surprise, Rakka looked amused at Elizar dealing with that girl, Ella. It seemed to be her sister, or at least she shared his dirty mouth and a penchant for kicking a downed foe. Once again Elizar showed his more stingy side, not wanting to pay a messenger to reach his own family. Well, at least he had an excuse, Rakka just didn't want to do it, not to mention that it would be expensive to convince a messenger to delve into orcish lands. Maybe the girl was no wild hog, but Ella had some hindquarters that would be the envy of them, and despite having no chest whatsoever she was cute and still young. Damn, if her ass moved like that with a skirt, its sway while naked could be worth of throwing coins at it for the privilege or seein the show. Ella's approach made Rakka thing that she caught the orc eyeing her and she was going to have a kick of her own, but as it turned out Elizar wasn't lying when he talked about his family. My name is Rakka she barked at the all too close girl, looking at her with those curious eyes that made her feel guarded. If she came any closer she would end up getting slapped by a green tit if Rakka breathed deeply. I'm an orc, that's why I'm green she couldn't believe she had to explain that, but there she was, ready to utter something that was even stupider. Glancing at Elizar as he had pissed on her ale, she looked back at Ella and sighed, her chest threatening to push the girl back off. And I'm his wife she pointed to him with a thumb in the most unceremonious manner, finally accepting Elizar's proposition just to see where it took them. Click to expand... Shit, why did his sister have to also inherit his kicking a downed opponent genes? Wife? The little young woman gasped, a hand lifting up into her mouth. Actually, in retrospect, kicking in the chins totally didn't count as kicking a downed opponent since he was standing when she di-GHA WHY? Are you really so fucking poor that you can't be bothered to send a message that you married?! The teenager screeched as she turned as she started quicking him in the chins. Repeatedly. With those fucking hard wooden shoes! Seriously, did she spent the last two years doing squats? Because goddamn those leg muscles weren't just for show! And then she stopped. But good job on getting such a hot green piece of ass, even if she does look like a beast, She happily congratulated him, kneeling down to pat him in the head. The action put her back, or rather ass, towards the new member of the family, hitching her skirt up to the point that the green woman could have seen her enormous ass eat her undergarments. It was, somewhat strangely, a freckled derriere, small red round skin marks spread throughout the creamy skin on it. R-right? She's great! He hesitatingly readily agreed as he noticed his wifey...checking his little sister out. Between the congratulatory head pats and the passing chin pain the smallest of ideas... No. Feelings ....Started to creep into his mind. Hoh, never you mind him or me sis! Ella beamed at her new sister-in-law as she got close to her again. My name is Ella and my father is Renizar the miller. Welcome to the family! She loudly proclaimed as she spread her hands and went for the kill. The women in Elizar's family generally weren't very tall, unlike their men. His sister, who he was sure wouldn't be growing much more then she already was, was at an eye level with his Orcish partner's breasts. So when she circled her arms around her to give her a welcome hug, her head pressed against Rakka's tits and slowly sunk between them to the degree that her leather armor allowed as she gripped her on a bear hug. Thankfully, her arms were nowhere near as powerful as her legs. So when he called it a bear hug he referred more to the intent then the effect. Honestly, a cub hug would be a more apt term. But seeing his sister between his glorious partner's tits, however clothed and chaste it was, further developed the feeling that he was feeling and a realization slowly sunk into his mind. Or rather dick. An image of them two naked doing this as it were. ...and it was glorious.