Part 01
♥ The Arrival ♥
The small hamlet was tucked into a sun-washed valley, surrounded by rolling green hills. The drive from Cambric Creek was short and easy: a straight shot up a country road, nothing but fields dotted with cows and corn the whole way.
“I want to get some fresh-pressed cider,” Silva piped up cheerfully from the backseat. “And hopefully, we can find a cute little bistro for dinner tonight!”
Lurielle kept her gaze trained out the window, not daring to turn in Ris’s direction, knowing the smile on her friend’s face would be evil. Silva was new to their friend circle, only having started at the office a few months earlier. Girl-next-door pretty, in pastel twinsets and twee dresses, she was the exact type of elf to whom Lurielle had been frequently compared when she had been an awkward, chubby teenager. Slender and shapely, Silva’s chestnut-colored hair was shiny and smooth, her skin an even, flawless lavender, her green eyes wide and guileless. Lurielle had tried hard to hate her on principle, but Silva was also unfailingly sweet and good-natured, friendly to everyone, and impossible to dislike.
When Ris had made the plans for the trip, it had been guilt-wrenching not to tell Silva. She was there every day, bringing in homemade cookies and making coffee for everyone, joining the girls for lunches in the break room, and cheerfully calling out goodbyes at the end of each day.
“She’s going to feel bad!” Lurielle had hissed as she and Ris hovered over the human resource department’s copy machine several weeks prior, popping her head up periodically to scan the room for their cheerful co-worker. “When she finds out we all went on a trip without her, she’s going to feel terrible!”
“Do you honestly think little Miss Sunshine wants to be on her knees all weekend? It’s hard to avoid grass stains when you’re being spit-roasted, you know. Those are her debutante pearls. Aren’t you going to feel bad when she clutches them so hard the strand breaks?”
Lurielle had snorted, envisioning the flawless pearls gracing Silva’s slim neck. “You know, when you put it that way, I’m not sureIwant to be spit-roasted all weekend either.”
“Of course you do,” Ris assured decisively. “We both do. That’s the point! The men around here are trash, dating is a punishment, and we want to get laid. We’ll have to come back to our humdrum lives on Monday, but at least the three days of orgasms will give us something to smile over. Just don’t say anything about it! It’s not like it’s appropriate to talk about at work anyways. Do I need to send you to a workshop?”
Lurielle just glared. “You’re the one who works in HR talking about being spit-roasted, butI’mthe one who needs a workshop?”
When Dynah backed out a few days before the trip, citing her hope that the Dragonborn guy she’d just met on an interspecies dating app might bethe one, Ris’s plan to keep Silva in the dark changed, to keep the cost of the weekend evenly split three ways. Their wide-eyed co-worker was thrilled to be included in the girls’ trip on their long weekend off from work, and had arrived at Lurielle’s on Friday afternoon, a butter-yellow scarf expertly knotted at her throat and her quilted, floral-print weekender in tow. She was, as far as Lurielle knew, entirely oblivious to the nature of the weekend trip.
There had been many jokes about visiting the commune, suppositions over the endowments possessed by the burly residents, squealing assertions that once they’d arrived, they might never come home. Lurielle had never anticipated they’d ever follow through with it someday. Yet here she was, she thought, eyeing the roadside sign announcing the hamlet just ahead, riding shotgun in Ris’s car, their bags packed with little more than skimpy bathing suits, a few sundresses, and backup birth control; sweet, innocent Silva in tow.
There was a glittering lake to the side of the road ahead, and Silva oohed over how picturesque it looked, remarking that maybe there were paddle boats. As the car approached, the girls could see brawny, forest-green shoulders rising from the sparkling surface, muscular arms making long strokes to the lake’s edge, close to the road. Lurielle straightened at the sight, biting her lip in anticipation.
The immense body emerging from the surface rippled with well-defined muscle; long, jet-black hair braided down his back. Droplets sparkled from his shoulders, and his considerable endowment stood at half-mast, bobbing as he flipped his wet hair back. Lurielle pressed her thighs together in excitement.Thiswas what they’d come for. A massive hand wrapped around the stiffened length as the car neared, giving it a slow pump before the orc raised his head at the sound of the approaching car of wide-eyed elves. The girls watched in silence as the huge orc released his partial erection, raising the same hand with a lazy smile as they passed. Lurielle could hear Silva breathing hard in the backseat, her lavender nose pressed to the window.
“Ladies,” Ris announced confidently, turning the wheel to direct the car into the hamlet’s road, “this is going to be thebestweekend.”
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“Where do you think we should go first?”
Ris held a skimpy mesh poncho up to her long body, the beaded fringe on the bottom hem hitting her plum-colored thighs. The magenta scrap of fabric was meant to be a swimsuit cover-up, but Lurielle knew her friend was contemplating wearing the crisscrossing silken strands on their own.
“I think,” she said carefully, watching Ris pull a transparent gossamer wrap from her bag, “that you should put on a normal dress, something that at least covers your nipples, and we’ll go to dinner. Let’s scope the place out a little before walking into a club dressed like we’re looking for a gang bang.”
“But thatiswhat I’m looking for!” The tall elf grinned wickedly in the mirror at Lurielle, who rolled her eyes, turning away with a click of her tongue.
“You’re worse than a man. Just put some real clothes on and let’s head out, okay? We can look for some extracurriculars after dinner, and if Silva doesn’t want to come, she can go back to the room.”
She found Silva gripping the drapery in the common room of their rented suite, her eyes fixed on something out the window as her teeth worried her lower lip. As she approached, she was able to see the object of Silva’s attention: the well-rounded backside of the orc kneeling in the grass just ahead, gathering up what appeared to be a set of lawn darts. There were dimples above the delectable swell of his ass, and Lurielle thought she could see a spray of sage-colored freckles across his broad, hunter green shoulders. Silva’s bulging eyes found Lurielle’s then, her voice taking a moment longer to catch up with her moving jaw.
“Wha-what kind of place is this?” she asked in a hushed whisper, slim eyebrows knitting together as she glanced out the window again.
Lurielle idly thought she should start keeping track of her sighs that weekend. “It’s a nudist commune,” she admitted, avoiding Silva’s eye. “Why don’t you get ready for dinner? We’ll try to find a little bistro like you—”
“But why? Why did we come to a nudist town? Are we going to benakedall weekend?!”
If we’re lucky!Lurielle thought, fighting to keep a neutral face.
“We don’t need to be. It’s just the guys who live here, for the most part.”
“But why—”
“Because they’re hot orcs, Silv. Hot, sexy,nakedorcs.”Naked and horny,she thought, keeping that part of the description to herself. The orcs in this particular village were well-known to have tremendous libidos. It was a common knowledge rumor that they satisfied their appetites without restraint with the regular stream of tourists from neighboring towns who visited tosightsee.
