The Three Adventurers

Included kinks:

Futa, fantasy, size difference, action, character progress, plot, feats of strength, hyper muscle, mini-gts, romance, public nudity, teasing, female muscle, worldbuilding.

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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Fel's mood got worse with every step.

Not even Lyanne's round ass and mouthwatering muscles swaying before her changed that. Syn made them sneak through empty streets, past the oversized stone houses of the elves who already fled into the inner fortress like cowards. Stone tiles, stone houses, stone statues, literally everything had to be stone it seemed. As if northern elves were too fancy for wood or clay.

Being this close to so many elves without anyone to get her big green hands on was already frustrating enough but watching how horribly rich those little shits were made her pray for her axe.

Even if she'd only be allowed to bash in doors and windows.

Those fuckers put gold on their houses. Made wonderful trees grow alone, with barely any green underneath them, surrounded by that cold stone they loved so much. By the spirits, they even had 'fountains', Lyanne had to explain it to her, just to spray water around in a fancy, elvish way.

Water!

Fel wanted to piss in it so badly, but Syn and Lyanne wouldn't let her. So, she made sure she secretly spat into every single one they passed. Those greedy, arrogant pricks had no idea how it felt to fight for every drop, to share your last bottle so someone else wasn't dying of thirst.

Of course they don't. They were elves.

'Everything' was never enough for them. Not even if they had so much, they had to dress up their houses and themselves in gold. Fel was convinced she couldn't possibly hate elves any more but turned out there was still another level to her disgust.

Obviously, she was thrilled when they left the stupid elvish homes behind. Trees grew freely again, wide space, a wooden palisade rising before them, hidden in the furthest corner of those oversized walls. Looked nice at first, but then Fel was hit with that smell.

The stench of shit and decay filled their noses, and those wooden walls quickly turned dead and disgusting.

"What is this place?" Fel whispered to Lyanne.

"Where Syn used to live," the knight said, covering her nose because of that dark, stinking water running out.

"Wait. She did not grow up in the fancy stone houses?" Fel asked timidly, watching Syn some distance ahead.

"No. This is where they keep humans. And everyone related to one," Lyanne said turning to Fel. "You see why she doesn't like to be called an elf?"

Fel couldn't believe someone like Syn, with all those books and fancy words come from a place even most orcs wouldn't dare to live in for long.

"I had no idea."

Syn gestured the two titanic warriors closer, until all three watched the closed wooden gate.

"What are we dealing with?" Lyanne asked. "Where are the guards?"

"There is no need for them."

"No guards? Really?" Lyanne frowned. "Seems a bit reckless."

"Not when you're certain no human would dare another attempt to escape," Syn said in a sour tone. "The Groveguard made sure to break their spirit the last time they tried. I doubt that lesson will be forgotten for many years."

Fel quietly clenched her first.

"So?" Lyanne asked. "We can just break in?"

"Pretty much, but that will be the easy part," Syn said and turned to Fel frowning. "Something wrong?"

"N-no, why?"

"Not sure. The way you looked at me... must've been my imagination."

Probably not. For she now looked very differently at Syn. With a mixture of pity and mostly shame. For thinking of Syn as just another elf at first. Hard to believe how much had changed in the last few days. And how wrong Fel was back then.

"It is nothing," the orc said, avoiding Syn's stare and looked up that stinking palisade instead. "Let's do this."

Lyanne and Fel broke the bolted door open - the only thing out of metal and not rotting away.

Hearing the loud noise, the humans gathered in the big open space in the middle, coming out from their houses one by one. Fel had envied the humans for most they had, ever since crossing the big rocks. Too much it seemed, for they constantly fought each other over stupid reasons. But Syn's tribe had so little she felt sorry for them.

Their huts, their ragged clothes with dirt and dust falling off them, the sick, hungry faces staring back at her, made Fel realise her own people weren't the only ones suffering under the elves' rule.

"Better stay back, you might scare them," Syn told to the towering orc, which many already eyed nervously.

"Don't take it personally, Fel," Lyanne said, one hand around her shoulder. "They just haven't seen an orc before. Especially not one this big, that's all."

"You too," Syn nodded to the second, impossibly imposing, naked warrior.

Lyanne looked startled. She was surely not used to everyone looking up to her in fear, Fel thought. And found it hilarious.

"Guess they are not just afraid by orcs," Fel grinned. "But do not take it personally. They are for sure only scared of your huge dong and muscles."

Lyanne crossed her bulging arms and eventually accepted the compliment with a sigh that turned into a proud grin.

Syn stood in the centre, while dozens of humans gathered around her. Many stared at her in disbelief, others pointed at Fel or Lyanne, whispering of them as monsters.

"Is that Syndranel?" someone asked eventually.

"It is me," she turned slowly so everybody could see her face. "I have returned not without reason. Where is the elder? I need to speak to him."

Fel's pointy ears stood up with curiosity. She couldn't wait to see a human Elder. For Elders were hugely respected in any orcish tribe. Often the wisest and second strongest besides the chieftain. With great markings and colour covering their bodies. The ones in their tribe even famously wore elvish skulls as necklaces.

She was giddy with excitement, but her enthusiasm was quickly crushed.

A fragile old guy came out, needing the help of another man just to walk. His hair was long and wild, shining almost white in the moonlight. With arms so thin they looked like twigs, like many here. Fel knew what hunger looked like, but he was close to starving.

"Elder Khoren," Syn bowed, but he just kept staring at her.

"Syndranel," he said in a rough voice and looked all over Syn. "You have some nerve to show yourself here."

The murmurs grew louder, many nodding their heads.

"I know I haven't left on the best of terms, but I didn't return empty handed. I came to bring you freedom," Syn said turning around facing as many people as she could.

"They do not look happy to see her," Fel whispered to Lyanne.

"No. It's complicated. They weren't exactly friends for Syn," Lyanne replied.

"But if not them who else is her friend?" Fel asked confused.

Lyanne exhaled and shook her head.

"We are," she said softly. "If her own people can't be."

The human's whispers came from every direction now, growing angrier by the second.

„Freedom?" the elder asked coldly. "You know what you brought us? What price we paid for your escape?"

This time many humans openly hissed and cursed at Syn. Would they have any food they'd probably throw it too. Fel knew from experience humans sometimes did that.

"That... wasn't my intention," Syn said.

"No, but you willingly accepted the consequences of your actions. You didn't have to deal with the Groveguard's steel when they searched for accomplices among us. When they refused us water and food for a week. When they tortured those who your noble father suspected to have helped you."

The screaming and pointing got so furious Fel began to worry. Lyanne already stepped forward but was halted by Syn gesturing to stay back.

"What happened can't be undone as much I wished it to be different," the half-elf shouted, but her voice was almost drowned by the storm of fury. "I came to help you, right here, right now."

"Help us? Is that why you bring a fucking orc?!" one shouted from the gathering crowd.

"Did you bring the army as well?!" others joined in.

"They belong to me, but th-"

Syn no longer got any chance to speak up and was brutally showered with curses and insults.

"You won't stop until you get us all killed!"

Lyanne breathed heavily now, while Fel was just horribly confused.

Why are humans like that?

Why do they always have to fight amongst themselves? Why can't they just work together? Syn was just trying to help. Like she should. Fel heard stories of other tribes rejecting young greenlings out of desperation before, but never like this. Not with this much anger and hate against one of their own.

"Why are they so awful to Syn?" Fel asked.

"Because she's too good for them," Lyanne growled with grit teeth. "This has gone far enough."

Lyanne stepped in, with many humans now screaming at her as well.

"She is just another elf after all!" more than a few shouted.

Fel caught the desperation on Syn's face, the pain of being called another elf. That brought her orcish blood to boil hotter than any desert.

She buried her clenched fist deep into the reeking wood behind her with a deafening thump. Splinters travelled through the air, with a thunderous warcry.

"Hey! What is wrong with you little fuckers?! Syn only came to help! We could have just walked away you know?!" the gigantic orc shouted, wildly gesturing. "If this is how you treat one of your own then YOU are no better than the elves! Shout at Syn all you want, but this is the only chance you will ever get. And if you do not listen to her now, you will sit in your own shit forever!"

Many men had gathered around the elder, ready to fight with what little they had, but everybody listened now. That or they were just shocked an orc could speak their tongue. By the spirits, they all looked like someone literally rode a sandworm past them or something.

"You heard her," Lyanne took up the mantle and shouted just as powerful. "We are leaving in 10 minutes. Make your choice now and make it as one. Because the elves will show no mercy with those who remain here. Time starts now."

The humans looked around nervously at first. Clearly unsure what to say or how to react, until the first started running towards their huts. Many followed until everybody, without saying a single word, rushed for their homes to gather whatever their little hands could lift.

Even the elder who stared at Syn with nothing but disgust, whispered something only meant for Syn's ears and limped away. Seemingly angry of being rescued.

"I will never understand you humans," Fel said to Lyanne.

"Believe me, I don't get us either sometimes," she said and clapped the orc's massive shoulder. "You're getting better with your speeches."

"Really?" Fel said frowning. "I just got angry and punched a hole in the wall."

"Sometimes those are the best ones."

"I couldn't agree more," Syn joined in now that the humans have scattered.

Fel stepped to the side, trying to hide the hole behind her back, but blushed regardless.

"Sorry, I did not want to break your tribe's stuff," she said in a mousy tone.

Syn laid her hand on the towering orc's arms with a chuckle.

"Don't sweat about it," she said and leaned in for a whisper, prompting Fel to do the same. "I owe you one, big green."

The half-elf's big, full lips landed on Fel's green cheek before she could react. The orc blushed, timidly at first, furiously red moments later. No words escaped her, but her heart started pounding like a wardrum.

"How about you two help them? Not that they think your huge arms are just for show," Syn winked, her eyes still drawn to Fel in a way that made the orc feel all tingly.

"Come, Fel. Before you turn into 'Big Red'," Lyanne chuckled and pulled Fel with her, who caressed her cheek like it was about to fall off without her touch.

"Why did she do that?" Fel muttered.

"Who knows, maybe she just felt like it," Lyanne said.

"You ... are not mad at me? Right?"

Fel was cautious in the way she spoke and in showing how much she enjoyed that kiss. The memory of Lyanne wanting to beat her up still burned vividly in her mind from the last time she touched Syn. Although, 'touching' of course meant fucking all night long.

"Not one bit," the knight said and gave the orc the same ravenous stare that got Fel's blood flowing. "Not one bit. Big green."

It was fascinating to see what the humans picked.

Obviously, clothes, food and other necessities to survive. But Fel was more curious what they brought beyond that. They didn't own much, but what little they chose clearly meant a lot to them. Often just the smallest of things. Gifts from the old ones, toys and figures for the youngest. The things that really mattered. Very few grabbed anything they held on because they could trade for gold or anything else.

"Maybe there is still hope for them," Fel thought as she watched the caravan of people following them closely.

They were all too scared to speak, even avoided to make any sound while breathing. Yet, the further they got away from their stinking home the more they sparkled with a new fire in their eyes. Fel couldn't help herself but smile when noticing that.

Syn led them towards the smaller gate, the one facing the big swamp. Barely any guards remained on their posts, for they were all drawn towards the army at the other side of the fortress.

If the elves back home only would've been this careless, she thought. On the other hand, no elf here was born with the constant threat of orc raids. And it showed.

They only encountered burning torches and the rattling of ironskins when they reached the gatehouse. The elder made it clear that they were in no condition to fight, but Fel was not bothered in the slightest. If anything, that's exactly what she hoped for.

Syn, the elder and the other skinny humans waited in the shadows while she and Lyanne got in position. They snuck so close the guard's torches almost reached them. Even if they would, they'd only find two naked giants waiting in total silence... and in Fel's case, with overwhelming excitement.

"Someone looks ready," Lyanne whispered.

"By the spirits am I," the orc gasped, her cock already throbbing in delight.

"Don't get too excited, okay? And don't smash them too hard."

"Heh! Just a little," the orc said eying the knight next to her with lust. "I was so looking forward to doing this."

"Do what?"

"You, me. Naked. Fighting together," the orc said biting her lip, one hand rubbing her shaft. "I want to see if you can use your huge body."

"Please, that's not the gatehouse I cleared, Fel."

"Maybe. But how many without your sword and ironskin... and your huge dong out?"

Fel's tool throbbed at full size now, inviting Lyanne's to join in.

"You can't be helped," Lyanne rolled her eyes but smirked before spanking the orc's fat ass. "After you then."

Armed with the imprint of Lyanne's hand Fel rushed in first. Roaring and shouting, completely taking the elves by surprise. Thank the spirits, there were enough for both. Five each. And it was glorious!

Lyanne and Fel rampaged through them before they could reach for their swords or horns. It was no real fight, but Fel drooled watching Lyanne's muscles bulge when she lifted them up, smashing them into the walls one by one. The orc's punches and throws weren't any less powerful. Strong enough to leave them gasping for air or lose consciousness immediately, but weak enough so they'd wake up again. Sure, most of them would walk funny for a few moons, but nobody told her she couldn't have some fun at least. Fel even knocked one elf out with her dong, spurting pre cum all over the place in the process. Soo good!

"This used to be more work," Lyanne said, barely breathing harder.

"That was amazing!" Fel shouted, dancing up and down, her curves and muscles jiggling wildly. "Come on, you must have loved that too!"

"Maybe ... I can get used to that," Lyanne offered a lustful grin.

"See! I told you; you would make for a great orc!" Fel laughed, her tusks on full display.

She was too occupied staring at that naked, perfectly shaped body before her, she didn't notice it's owner's face darkening.

"Fel..." she said and stared past the giant orc in horror.

Fel turned around and saw one elf standing over the windlass, where all arm-thick cords of rope came together. The one Syn explicitly told them not to damage under any circumstances.

"Don't do anything you'll regret," Lyanne whispered calmly to him and took a step closer.

The soldier was barely able to stand. He was one of Fel's, with blood dripping from his nose and big dents in his ironskin.

He looked like he was about to faint, muttering something in elvish they couldn't understand.

Lyanne took another slow step forward, but the moment Fel fully turned around his eyes shot wide with fear, making him slash out with his sword. A pathetic strike, but enough to make the rope slowly unravel itself, thread after thread. And he was lifting his sword for another.

"Stop him!" Lyanne ordered.

Fel rushed him and blocked his blade with her bare forearm. He was so weak he couldn't even pierce her skin.

With another dent added to his ironskin she grabbed him by the throat and turned around to Lyanne reaching for the tearing rope.

But she came too late.

Both gasped when they could only watch it retreat into the wall and await what followed. A huge crash thundered through the night, shaking the gatehouse, followed by another. The first one sturdy and massive, the other more metallic.

Both warriors grimaced and trembled in total silence. Besides the little fuck's troubled gasps.

"You worthless cumstain!" Fel roared and lifted him off the floor. "I will gut you like a fish!"

Her muscles flared. Her tusks came out. Orcish fire burning in her veins. Even more so than it used to when she just fought for just her own survival.

"Fel! Stop!" Lyanne rushed in.

"Why? He does not deserve your mercy," the orc said, eying the elf intensely. "You have seen what these guys did. I want him dead!"

"What has gotten into you?!" Lyanne demanded. "Why him? What has he done to you?!"

"Nothing to me," the orc growled. "But to Syn and her people."

"Why does that even matter to you?!"

"Because she is in my tribe now! You both are!" Fel shouted back, frustrated by the confusion on Lyanne's face. "I know that does not matter to you northerners. But it matters to me. An attack one of us is an attack on the whole tribe."

The knight stopped before the furious orc, the poor soldier still weakly fighting against that overpowering grip with a blue face.

"You don't have to do this," Lyanne said.

"You do not get it. I MUST do this. For our tribe. And everyone close to you. Even your old tribes," Fel said and was about to snap his neck.

Only a gentle touch on her shoulder stopped her.

"Syn wouldn't want you to take revenge for her," she said softly. "Please, put him down. I'm asking you ... as part of your tribe."

The orc puffed with unbridled rage. Her blood demanded him dead, but by going against everything she knew, she reluctantly put him down instead. Just to swipe him with the back of her hand the next moment and sent him flying into the wall with a loud clang. This wouldn't kill him but would hurt for some time.

"I put him down," she shrugged.

"I guess you did," Lyanne sighed. "And I get what you're saying. But that's not how we do things here in the north. Okay?"

"Obviously not," Fel said and was baffled by seeing the knight smirk. "What is so funny?"

"We're your new tribe?" Lyanne said with a smug grin. "You do really care about us, right? You big softie."