The Only Good Orc is a Half-Orc
Chapter 38 - Chapter 38: The Reprieve - Part 3 - R-18

Chapter 38: The Reprieve – Part 3 – R-1Warning – This is R-18 content. If you do not like it, then do not read. This is entirely optional to read and you can skip to the next chapter when available.

Contains Assisted Masturbation

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The day had been exhausting. For Olivia mostly. But she had achieved a great deal. She saved a village, well what was left of it, got the assistance of the village chief, and now had an in with the next one. But because of all that, Olivia wanted nothing more than to get some sleep.

“So, you’re fine sharing the same bed as me.”

“Huh, yeah of course. If I didn’t think that I would have said two rooms,” was Lyrika’s curt reply as she made her way behind the screen.

“Do you think we should move on to the next village in the morning?” Lyrika called out as she started removing her clothes. Even though it was just her silhouette from the candlelight, it was still quite an erotic sight from where Olivia was sitting as she stripped.

“Err, I-I guess. There isn’t anything left to do here, so moving on would be the best thing.”

Lyrika stepped out from behind the divider clad in her nightwear which as before, hardly left anything to the imagination. As Olivia’s thoughts and visions started to excite a specific area, she quickly jumped up and got behind the screen and started changing into her own evening wear which was more or less this era’s and world’s version of boxers and a shirt, both of which she got from Ameril. While these did look a little odd together, it was much better than if she had tried donning a nightgown of some sort. With her build, that would not look right.

There was also a wash basin hidden behind the screen divider, giving them some water to give themselves a brisk wash. It wasn’t anything like a shower, but it did remove a good amount of dirt and dust from the day.

Clothed and somewhat clean, she made her way back to the bed, she found Lyrika laying on the bed as stretched out as she could, taking up the entire thing.

“Err, excuse me.” Olivia coughed out as she looked at the sight. “Where am I going to sleep.”

“Oh, right,” Lyrika replied as she quickly moved over. Olivia couldn’t tell whether she was just being playful or actually forgot in her sleepy state. Either way Olivia crawled in and very quickly realised this was likely a bed for very intimate couples. It being a guest room for other high-ranking people, they probably came with their partners, which is why the bed was small and pushed them together. Because of this, to make sure neither of them fell off, they had to press against each other, as Olivia’s musculature meant she fille dup more of the bed than Lyrika did.

Olivia stayed facing upwards, as it didn’t feel right turning her back to Lyrika, and turning the other way would probably end with her poking Lyrika with something. Lyrika on the other hand decided to sleep on her side so that she was facing Olivia.

Blush on both their faces, they drifted off to sleep.

…

*moan*

‘What was that?’

Olivia was woken by the sound of someone moaning. Still, in bed, she looked to her side and saw Lyrika was still asleep and looked peaceful.

‘Was it her?’

Her question was immediately answered,

*moan*

as a moan rose from her throat.

She quickly covered her mouth, not understanding why she had just moaned. Now that she starting to awaken, as the next moan arose, she suddenly became aware of what was happening to the lower half of her body.

Looking down at the sheet, she could see what looked like a tent being propped up by her erection. What she also found was something moving underneath the tent, shifting up and down along the supporting shaft of said tent.

Lifting up the sheet she saw what was happening, as she found a tanned hand wrapped around her cock, rotating and slowly moving up and down it.

‘Ohhh, that feels so good. She can’t be doing this in her sleep could she.’

She did entertain that thought, but she was pretty sure Lyrika wasn’t as asleep as she appeared to be.

From Lyrika’s hand, she gazed upwards along the connected lithe arm and saw Lyrika once again. But as before, it truly looked like she was sound asleep.

But as she shook away the sleepiness, she finally saw why that wasn’t the case. Closed eyes on Lyrika face gave Olivia the impression she was still resting, but as she strained her neck, she was able to see they were half-lidded, and that she was focused on a very specific part of Olivia’s body.

“Lyrika!” She whisper shouted to get the girl’s attention, which did the trick. Hearing her name, she froze her movements and slowly turned her head to look at Olivia.

“Oh… good morning.”

“Wha-“, Olivia quickly looked around and found complete darkness. Only the moonlight provided the scant amount of light in the room, “it’s nowhere near morning. Now… what are you doing?”

It was an obvious question, but one Olivia wanted her to answer. The only way they could figure out what was happening between them was if they talked about it. And considering Lyrika has been the one to initiate things both times, her thoughts on it were what Olivia wanted to hear.

Lyrika at first looked worried at having been found out, but it would seem that the eroticism of the situation overwrote that fear.

“It feels like it’s been ages since I last ‘helped’ you with this. I…I want to do it again” Lyrika said as a blush burst forth on her face coating them red. Not that Olivia could see it very well, given the darkness.

‘Ok, well I’m pretty sure this is well past ‘helping’ me.’

“Lyrika. How is it ‘helping’ me when it’s your touch that has made it so I need ‘help’.”

“I-I. It was already like this when I started.” She quickly replied hoping to put the matter to bed.

“Really?” Olivia said as she looked right into Lyrika’s eyes.

“Grr, fine ok.” Lyrika grumbly said as she sat up, her grasp still wrapped around her penis. “Look I know I said this before, but you have been so good to me ever since we met. Nicer than anyone I have dated before. The last time I helped, part of me saw it as a way to say thank you. But since then, all I can think about is you and doing it again. I don’t know if it’s just lust, or if there is something else, but right now all I can think about is your cock. So…just let me have this. You didn’t get your morning wood yesterday and it annoyed me for some reason.”

Olivia was stunned, as, she hadn’t expected her to say all that. There was the possibility that it was just lust she was feeling. They had been travelling for a while and there had been a few, erotic incidents, which may have turned up the heat. Her meeting with her ex-boyfriend may have given her some thoughts, leading to her need for relief.

Olivia hoped it wasn’t. She had enjoyed Lyrika’s company and would be disheartened to know that there was no actual feeling between them. While she would enjoy this, it would feel hollow if it was just empty lust.

As she was about to say something in response, she was cut off by Lyrika’s now well-lubed hand stroking down her shaft, having licked it as Olivia was processing what she said. The sensation was just like before, and it felt lovely.

“Ohhh.”

Lyrika was concentrating, just staring at the same spot. She even unconsciously licked her lips at one time, not that Olivia could see with her face turned away.

As she ran her lithe fingers along her cock, they ran over the bumps and veins that ran down it, causing a multitude of sensations for Olivia. Throaty moans were all that arose from her lips as she watch Lyrik’s hand make its way along its length.

Every so often, Lyrika turned her head to look at Olivia, like she had before in the hunting cabin, but when their eyes locked, they stayed like that for a good long while. Pure feelings of excitement and sexual energy bounced between them as they stared at each other, only being broken when Olivia closed her eyes as she moaned.

Lyrika sped up, only pausing one other time to give her hand a lovely long lick. She did so slowly causing Olivia to give her tongue her rapt attention, as she saw her coat her hand, and lick her fingers. Seeing that, and knowing where her hand was going again, felt like it caused her cock to grow even harder if that was possible.

As Lyrika went back to her strokes along Olivia’s throbbing penis, Olivia thought about just falling back and letting her do her thing. But as she was about to, a thought came to her. Wasn’t this a bit selfish?

All the while still moaning from the sensation it occurred to her that including this, she had always been on the receiving end of Lyrika’s ministrations. Shouldn’t she give something back? Be this lust or something more, it felt like she was taking more than she was giving.

She couldn’t really do much from her current position, and she was fairly certain that she wouldn’t be stopping Lyrika anytime soon to change positions, given how good it felt. But what was different from last time was Lyrika’s proximity to her. Before she had knelt down but the side of the bed, reaching over. Now though she was sitting upright next to her as she stroked her shaft. Her head was not far from her and close enough to reach her. Along with some very adorable cat ears that twitched every now and then.

She had always wondered what they felt like.

‘I know she’s not a cat, but with the few similarities, would she like having her ears stroked.’

There was only one way to replace out.

As Lyrika continued stroking up and down Olivia’s cock, stroking along the bumpy veins and then running her fingers over her top collecting her precum, she did not notice Olivia move her hand towards her head.