“Oh,” Kali was unsure how to respond to that. “Do you know why they took you?” 

“For ransom, they were so horrible to me,” Lalita said, clutching at her knees. 

“Least they can’t hurt you anymore,” Kali said. Lalita laughed, wiping at her eyes. Had she been crying?

“I suppose I have you to thank for that,” Lalita said. Kali hummed in agreement. They sat chatting by the fire, learning a little more about the other. The Orc hated to admit it, but it was nice to have some company. After some coaxing, Lalita showed Kali her feet. Her blisters had popped and became infected. She apologised as she poured whiskey over the wounds to clean them and dressed them in bandages. 

“We’ll let that heal for a few days before we continue on,” Kali said softly. Lalita nodded. The grey-skinned woman tucked herself into her bedroll. She stared at the fire before her gaze turned onto the shivering woman.

“It’s going to be cold tonight,” Kali said, holding her bedroll open for Lalita to join her. She looked at her uncertainly, a violent shiver running through her body before she crawled into her bed, facing away from the Orc. Kali tucked the sheet under the small woman. Lalita audibly gasped as her back pressed against Kali’s front. 

“It’ll be a little cosy, but it’s warmer than sleeping on the floor,” Kali said gruffly.

Kali got up early the next day and delicately extracted herself from her bedroll. By some miracle, Kali had not woken the sleeping woman – Lalita looked peaceful. Throwing wood onto the fire to keep the camp warm, she left to spend the morning tickling trout in a nearby stream. 

Returning to camp shortly after sunrise, she was happy to see the small woman was still asleep. Kali gutted the trout, chucking its entrails into the fire, as she split cooked the fish. 

Lalita moved, getting up as she groggily looked at the fish near the fire and then at Kali, who was eating. 

“Fish?” 

“Trout,” Kali answered as she started on another fish. “Those are for you,” she indicated to the fish near the small woman. The day was uneventful, Kali spent it reading, and Lalita stayed in the warm bedroll sleeping. The next few days were similar, as Lalita’s feet healed. 

The campfire crackled, Lalita turned around in the bedroll. Kali could feel her breath on her face, her front pressed against her. 

“Why are you being kind to me?” Lalita asked.

“Do I need a reason to be nice?” Kali said.

“Had they not attacked you, you would’ve left me with them,” 

“Yes,” Kali said, not sure where this was going.

“But... you’re helping me,” Lalita said, her brows furrowed.

“I am,” 

“Why?” 

“Would you rather I left you out here on your own?” 

“You’d be moving faster and not wasting time with me.” 

“I’m not in a rush.” Kali said in a low voice. Lalita chewed her lip, glancing at Kali’s lips. Lalita tentatively cupped her jaw before pressing their lips together. Surprised, she waited a moment before relaxing into the kiss. She pulled Lalita closer to her, deepening the embrace. Her tongue licked her top lip before sucking it between her own. Lalita moaned as Kali massaged her breast through her shift, her nipple hardening in her palm.

Rolling Lalita onto her back, she peppered kisses down her jaw, stopping to suck on her pulse point. A gasp got stuck in her throat as her tusks pressed against her. Kali cupped her centre – finding a pleasant surprise. She made an audible noise before she could stop herself.

“Is - is this a problem?” Lalita asked. Was that a look of apprehension on her face? Kali breathed deeply, leaning in, she quietly answered.

“No,” Her lips pressed against Lalita’s soft ones. She gently caressed her cock. “You are stunning,” Kali murmured between kisses. Lalita moaned, her hips moving with her touch. Kali sat up, removing her tunic. She gripped the edge of Lalita’s shift and asked. 

“May I remove it?”

Lalita nodded, raising her hips to allow her to take it off. Kali drank her in. She was beautiful. Playing with her breasts, Lalita sighed sweetly for her, peppering kisses down her body. Her tongue licked her erect bud before pulling it between her lips. The noises that Lalita was producing made her throb. 

Pulling Lalita to her, her arousal pressed against her abdomen, grinding against her.

Lalita guided her to look up, her lips covering hers in a desperate exchange. Her nails were digging into her shoulders. Pulling back, Kali looked hungrily at the naked woman.

“How would you like to be touched?” Kali asked huskily. Lalita took her hand; it looked giant in hers, and placed it on her arse. 

“I’d like to feel you inside me,” Lalita shyly said. Licking her lips, Kali gripped her bum. She trailed down her crevice, rubbing her gently with the pad of her finger. Lalita moaned quietly, moving seductively against her. Kali reached overhead for her knapsack, rummaging through until she found the vial of oil she kept. Her heart thundered in her chest at how enticing Lalita looked. The soft blush and dew in her eyes tugged at her heart. Pressing herself against her, she poured oil on her ass and coated her digits in it. Slipping her fingers between her cheeks, she massaged her opening. 

Lalita buried herself into her broad shoulder, clutching at her as she moved against her finger. She teased and occasionally pressed the pad of her finger into her, never fully entering her. Applying more oil, she pushed the tip inside of her, her opening parting for her. The guttural moan that escaped Lalita made her ache. Gently thrusting in her, each stroke elicited a moan as she went deeper. Kali’s free hand came between their bodies, stroking her cock softly. Lalita writhed against her, her moans coming freely, her hips jerked as she came on their stomachs, groaning as Kali teased her out. She gasped when the Orc pulled out of her, kissing her tenderly. 

Shivering, Lalita nuzzled into her, guiding her onto her back, her hand dipped between her legs, spreading her folds and stroking her wet centre. Kali’s breath caught in her throat when Lalita entered her, her thumb rubbing her engorged clit. Kali moaned, her hips meeting her strokes, tension building within her. Lalita gaining confidence, began to move within her firmly, the pads of her fingers hitting a spot that made her mind go blank. Chewing her lower lip, she convulsed on her fingers. A strangled moan escaped her as Lalita continued to coax out her orgasm. Her thighs clamped shut on her hand when she could take no more – making a noise as she came. Breathing heavily, Kali rolled onto her side burying her head into Lalita’s chest. The small woman held her tightly, her fingers playing with her short hair. 

“When will we be heading out on the road, again?” 

“When you’ve healed,” Kali murmured before drifting off.