Chapter 24

When the young couple finally woke up late the next morning and joined the others downstairs, they received more than a few stares. Bo was mortified, though he tried not to show it. Jane was fairly indifferent. She was prouder of the fact that she had been able to jump yet another hurdle with Bo, and she knew she'd probably never see those patrons or even possibly this Inn ever again. It was a small cost to pay.

However, she wasn't prepared for the teasing. Naz was relentless.

"Oh Jane," Naz started, as soon as they sat down at the table for breakfast. "Jaaaane."

Jane stuck her tongue out at the Orc, who laughed and clapped Bo hard across the back. Bo gave a small groan as he sat down at the table with his head bowed.

"Did you have to be so loud? Some of us were actually trying to sleep, you know."

"Oh, shush Naz," Lynne mumbled, and she yawned. "We weren't exactly sleeping either."

It was Naz's turn to grin. He shrugged and slung his arm around Lynne's shoulders. The Nord rolled her eyes and dug her elbow into his side.

"Nobody heard us though," he retorted.

The group ate a quick, light breakfast, and then went out to retrieve the horses. The storm had passed, but it was a gloomy, dark morning. Rain drizzled down from the sky, and it put a damper on Jane's spirit.

Before they left, Lynne quickly pulled her aside to talk.

"So, it's pretty obvious that you and Bo had some... fun last night," Lynne started awkwardly, and they both laughed.

Jane tried not to cringe as Lynne proceeded to attempt an awkward conversation with her on the importance of safe sex.

I can't believe I'm having this discussion, she groaned internally.

"I know that you and Bo are young and very healthy..."

"Really, it's fine Lynne," Jane cut in, and she smiled. "We uh, we didn't even get that far, last night."

Lynne blinked, confused for a moment.

"You didn't?"

"No..." Jane blushed again, and she glanced down at the floor. "I uh... didn't think... that would go over very well. So, I uh... decided to... ease him into it..."

Realization dawned on Lynne's face as she put the pieces together. She threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh... my goodness Jane, you little minx. No wonder he was so vocal."

"Shush," Jane muttered, blushing.

"You two ready?" Naz called over, and the women wandered back over to where the Orcs stood with the horses. "Or do you kids wanna have another round before we head out?"

"Shut up!" Jane shouted back, and Lynne laughed.

What Lynne hadn't told Jane is that she and Naz had yet to couple as well. What they did the night before was a huge indicator that they were getting close. It had been hard to pull away and go to sleep when all she could think of was his thick, strong hands, and warm mouth roaming over her entire body. He had gone as far as to slip two fingers between her legs and stroke her folds, which set her body ablaze. It hadn't taken all of her willpower to resist straddling the Orc right then and there and riding him till they both came. Her patience was growing thin.

Naz sent her a few weighted glances as they rode back down the road towards Ivarstead. They were anticipating to arrive in the little village within the next week if all went well. When he looked over at her, Lynne bit back the urge to say something that bubbled deep inside of her, and instead focused on managing her horse. She clenched the reins tighter and clicked her tongue so her horse broke into a small trot.

A few days passed relatively quickly with good weather. By the third day, the sky became more cloudy and a light wind began to pick up. It was just beginning to grow dark one evening when the sky suddenly opened up, and it rained something terrible. It poured down on them like a shower, and they all scrambled off the road to get camp set up before they all drowned. Naz and Bo focused on getting the tarp up while Lynne and Jane struggled with the tents. When they were finally set up, they all disappeared inside to change out of their soaking wet armor. Lynne quickly threw out some runes around the perimeter before she joined Naz inside their tent.

"Stupid weather," Lynne muttered, and she began ringing out her long white braid.

They both sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes while they focused on getting their wet items off. The cold didn't bother either of them, but Lynne used a rarely known heat spell that warmed up the temperature of the tent pretty well. It wasn't much, but they also had each other to keep warm.

Lynne unrolled their bedroll and sat down with a small sigh, rubbing her sore calves. She wore a dark blue tunic and nothing else. Naz managed to get off all of his armor and he sat down beside her wearing nothing but pants. He had ditched his tunic, having used it to dry himself off. He began ringing out his long, brown hair. Lynne didn't see the Orc as he glanced over at Lynne's back every so often until he was suddenly behind her.

In a moment he had Lynne down on the bedroll on her back. She stared up at him with her ice blue eyes, and her hands rested on his thighs. He reached down and gently stroked her cheek. She smiled softly and closed her eyes.

"Lynne?"

"Yeah?"

Lynne opened her eyes and was silent but the Orc hesitated. He didn't know if it was too soon. But he couldn't help himself.

"I think I'm in love with you," the Orc blurted out.

Lynne sucked in a deep breath, and then she slowly let it out.

"I... I love you, Naz. I know I do."

Nazgurat lowered his head, and he rested his forehead in the crook of her neck. Lynne reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. Tears pricked at her eyes.

"I love you," Naz mumbled against her pale skin, and he began kissing along her neck and collarbone. "I need you."

They kissed with a great sense of desperation. Soon Naz was taking Lynne's tunic off, and he tossed it across the tent. Lynne fumbled with the ties to his pants. Naz nudged her mouth open and slipped his tongue against hers as they kissed deeply. His hands trailed down to her firm, round butt and he gave it a good squeeze. His hard cock pressed against her warm thigh and Lynne sucked in a deep breath. She'd never been with an Orc before, and a ripple of nervousness washed over her.

Naz sensed her hesitation, and he pulled back for a second.

"Are you worried?" He asked.

Lynne trailed her fingers across his thick member, feeling him. Naz shivered and growled, and he grazed his tusks along her jawline.

"A little," Lynne confessed.

"I promise to go easy."

Naz's voice was soft, and he grinned at her.

His hand nudged her legs apart, and Lynne willingly spread them. Naz gazed down at her for a moment, and his thumb brushed along her bud. Lynne shivered, and arched her back into his touch, moaning softly.

"Please," she mumbled, feeling overwhelmed by her desire. "I need you now."

The Orc needed no more encouragement. He shuffled closer and pressed the tip of his member against her entrance, testing her. Lynne bit her lip and nodded, urging him to continue. She gasped as he entered her, slowly, and wracked her nails into his moss green skin.

"K-keep going," Lynne gasped, and Naz growled as he slid further inside of her.

"Fuck... Oh Lynne," he growled thickly, his voice low.

He closed his eyes and thrust again, sending a shower of pleasure over them both. He began thrusting more, completely lost in the feeling of Lynne as she engulfed him in her sweet womanhood. Their moans mingled together as they made love there in the tent, their breath coming out in short puffs.

Naz suddenly grabbed Lynne's thighs, and his dark fingers dug into her pale flesh as he thrust harder, nearly roaring as he moved his hips. He moaned one last time as he came hard, and a moment later Lynne came as well.

She could feel his seed filling her completely, and Naz thrust weakly for a few more moments before his body slumped on top of her. Their chests heaved as they slowly came down from her orgasms.

Naz rolled onto the bedroll beside her, and he held her close in his arms. They both lay there for a long time, just resting, and Lynne absently rubbed his arm as she listened to the sound of the rain outside. She felt an incredible sense of gratitude, and the love she felt for Nazgurat made her heart swell.

She hadn't loved anyone in a long time, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she had ever really loved at all. This felt different. It felt better than anything else, and Lynne half wished they could have laid in the tent for the rest of their lives, without a care in the world. She knew if they continued with Bo, the Dragonborn, they'd be putting themselves in danger. But Naz was invested, and Lynne had grown to care for the young Orc and his human companion. She adored Jane, and she knew she loved them too and would do anything to help them.

"What's on your mind?"

Lynne looked over at Naz and found him watching her. His red eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the tent, but his expression was soft. He reached up and brushed his thumb along her pale cheek.

"Too much. You and I. Bo. Jane... Dragons. Everything."

Naz chuckled, and he shuffled forward, resting his cheek on her shoulder.

"I know how you feel."

She let out a deep sigh. Naz squeezed her waist and planted a kiss on her shoulder. Lynne closed her eyes and the pair drifted off to sleep.

Bo helped a shivering Jane out of her armor, and then he took off her damp clothes and wrapped her up in a blanket. Jane had cast a very small light ball, and it hovered in the corner of the tent so they could see. Bo laid her down on the bedroll, and, when he was finished taking off his own wet armor, he laid down beside Jane and held her in his arms until she had warmed up. Eventually, the color returned to her face and she wriggled her arm out from the blanket to reach up and stroke his cheek. She ran her fingers through his hair and Bo sighed. He closed his eyes and Jane planted a few soft kisses on his lips.

At some point in time Jane could have sworn she heard moaning, but it was hard to tell over the loudness of the rainfall. She simply shrugged it off and continued to enjoy her quiet time with Bo. They talked for a while, although it was mostly Bo who talked. He told her about his growing up in an Orc Stronghold.

"It's... different," he tried to explain. His eyes were closed, but then he opened them and peered at Jane with a mixed expression. "I never really felt like I belonged."

"In what ways?"

"Too many... Orsimer are naturally sexual beings. They're not ashamed of their nakedness, and couple with one another freely. I never did. When I was of age and encouraged, I just couldn't bring myself to do it." He shrugged.

"I had plenty of opportunity with some of the younger girls in Largashbur, but... I shied away from it all."

"I didn't behave like a typical Orc, and they knew that. I was always an outsider. Even though my grandfather is chief, and they never said it... we all knew."

"That doesn't sound very good," Jane responded quietly, and Bo smiled.

"It wasn't terrible. I had parents who loved me deeply and a few friends. I just knew I would leave one day, and I haven't regretted it since."

"Well, I'm glad."

At some point, it had stopped raining, although Jane didn't notice when. She lay out on her bedroll on her back with her legs stretched out before her, simply resting with her eyes closed. The blanket had shifted at some point so it no longer covered them completely.

Bo lay on his side, and Jane didn't notice the way he watched her, studying her features like he often did when she wasn't looking. He remembered what Naz had told him the day before. He had approached the older Orc because he had a question he was too embarrassed to talk about with Jane. Naz had been more than generous with his advice, and despite knowing the mechanics of how to proceed, it still made Bo nervous. But he knew he had to grow up and take initiative. The desire was more than there.

It's only fair, he argued quietly as he played with the hem of their blanket. She did something for me, now I should do something for her.

Finally, the Orc slid forward and slung his leg over Jane so he was on top of her on his knees and hands. Jane blinked, and she stared up at him with an amused expression. Bo dipped his head down and planted a few kisses on her lips before trailing them down her neck and across her collarbone.

"What are you... up to..." Jane mumbled, and she gave a nervous laugh.

"I spoke with Naz yesterday. I went to him for advice."

Bo gently cupped one of her soft, round breasts with one hand, and then it trailed down to her creamy white thighs.

"A-advice about what?" Jane squeaked.

"How to... pleasure you."

Jane's eyes widened, and her face turned bright red as Bo softly rubbed her thighs.

"Y-you would... would...me..."

Bo couldn't help but grin. He found Jane's reaction incredibly cute, but inside he was a bundle of nerves. He tried to keep calm but was also battling with his own flurry of emotions.

Jane tightly clenched the blankets with her fists, watching as Bo trailed his lips down her soft stomach. He took in a deep breath, and slipped his hand between her legs, gently nudging them open. Jane complied, and the sight of her spreading her legs sent an ache in the pit of his stomach. He was momentarily stunned as he got a first good look at her womanhood.

"You really don't have to, y-you know..." Jane started, but Bo shook his head.

"I just don't want to hurt you."

"W-Well, if Naz's information is accurate, then you won't hurt me."

Bo looked up at Jane, and she smiled at him. She lifted one of her legs and rubbed her calf along his arm.

"You can touch me first... that feels good."

Bo grabbed a hold of Jane's thigh and brushed his lips along the inside of her sensitive limb. She shivered as she felt his tusks brush along her skin and sucked in a deep breath as he moved in closer. He reached in, hesitant, and brushed his fingers along her folds, amazed at how soft and wet she was. Jane bit her lip and clenched the blanket harder. She arched her hips into his hand and urged him on. The Orc slipped his fingers between her lips and stroked her lightly, feeling every part of her. When his fingers brushed over her clit Jane let out a small moan, and his eyes snapped up to her face.

"Did I hurt you?"

Jane quickly shook her head.

"No... no, Bo. That's my sweet spot."

Bo was thrilled at how easy it was to make Jane squirm. He didn't realize just how much he'd enjoy pleasuring her until he began softly rubbing her sweet spot. Jane's eyes clenched shut, and her back arched as she began breathing harder. Her chest heaved as she moaned a little louder and Bo's heart skipped a beat as he watched Jane's body tremble. Her legs began to clench around Bo, drawing him closer. He was eager to try his mouth. The Orc wanted to taste her.

Jane's eyes opened as she realized he'd stopped stroking her. She looked down just in time to see Bo's face disappear between her legs. Her eyes widened as she felt his tongue on her clit, ever so gently at first as he tested the waters. The light dusting of hair tickled at his nose, but he didn't mind. A fire erupted in her belly, and she desperately urged him on. Bo clenched her thighs with both hands and dragged her closer to him, and she could feel his tusks pressed into her lips as he hungrily swirled his tongue around her. It nearly sent her over the edge. She became increasingly vocal, and her body writhed on the bedroll.

"F-fuck... Bo... Oh my God... Bo..." Jane moaned, and he head rolled back as she felt herself close to climaxing.

Bo was completely engrossed in pleasuring her with his mouth. Her moans only made him work harder, as he remembered what Naz had told him about pleasing a woman. He was also achingly hard, but nothing mattered but pleasing Jane.

Jane's body stiffened as she suddenly came hard. Her back arched, lifting her off the bedroll, and a few guttural noises escaped her throat as her body spasmed underneath Bo's touch. Her thighs trembled from the force of her climax, and it was like nothing she'd experienced before. Nobody had ever pleased her the way Bo was.

Bo licked the folds of her soaking womanhood for a few more moments, and then he let go of her thighs and sat back, grinning. He watched Jane as her chest rose up and down and she gasped for air, her cheeks bright red; completely pleased with himself. When she finally calmed down enough, she opened her eyes and looked up at the grinning Orc.

"You taste sweet," Bo commented quietly, and he wiped her juices from his mouth with the sleeve of his tunic. "I like it."

Jane could barely believe she had just been eaten out by an Orc, and that Orc was Bo. She hadn't even asked, for he had completely initiated on his own. The fact he had investigated the situation without her was endearing. He had gone to Naz to gain information about how to please his partner.

Holy shit... did he do an amazing job. Lynne must be one lucky lady, too.

Jane started to laugh and reached out to Bo. He laid down beside her on the bed and Jane rolled onto her side to embrace him.

"I can't believe you just did that," she whispered, and Bo chuckled.

"I can barely believe it myself. That was... something else."

Bo wrapped his arms around Jane's waist and pulled her close. Jane, completely satisfied and sleepy, rested her head on his thick chest. Sleep came like a breeze that night, and they both slept soundly until the next morning.