Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Borkul would slowly pull back after a little while, kneeling down to look at Varena as she was still being forced to bounce up and down on Gorth's cock. The orc couldn't help but grin, still very much hard and looking for his chance to have more of her. Everything about her fascinated him, and he wanted to explore more. To take everything he could from the woman and give her everything he had. Gorth was enjoying himself but Borkul was definitely enthralled with Varena. On levels that he hadn't really felt before with anyone. To say it was love might have been a bit to much for an orc, but to say it was infatuation... That was a pretty good word.

Varena would be able to see Borkul get back up, his cock glimmering by the fire side with her saliva and his seed dripping from it. Borkul saying a few things in orcish before his brother Gorth would push Varena's hips down and keep her fully impaled upon his member. The red headed orc groaning before he looked up to Varena. “Borkul wants to have every hole of yours Varena. Will you accept him?” Gorth asked, but even as he sorta asked permission Borkul would get in position.

The orc behind her pushing a little on her back to get Varena to lean forwards. Just enough so that he could line the head of his cock with her puckered asshole. Of course instead of thrusting in the orc would push up, running the length of his member against her rosebud, effectively wetting it as his hands went to her ass. Pushing the cheeks together to make a sorta pseudo valley for him to enjoy, this wasn't some raid where Borkul would just rape a woman. Even he understood that and was waiting for the ok before actually committing to this.
 
When the cock in her mouth finally slipped free, Varena gulped air greedily into her lungs, letting out harsh, loud moans each time that the orc under her pulled her down into his thrusts, filling her to her breaking point. Her hands clutched at his waist as Gorth's larger hands used their grip on her hips to force her up and down his length, her breasts rocking and swaying with the almost violent motions. She all but yelped though when Gorth pulled her down, impaling her on his dick, and kept her there. Her hips struggled in his hands, continuing to grind herself on him, refusing to completely stop.

But she did stop when Borkul got behind her and his brother more or less relayed his request to have her other hole. The woman started to turn and snap at the darker-haired orc as he pushed her forward, thinking he was just going to go ahead without actually getting her permission, which had been his style so far, but instead he set to grinding and rubbing himself between the soft but defined flesh of her cheeks. Varena considered for a moment, her lips pursed as she glanced between the two brothers. It'd been a very long time since she'd let anyone near her ass, and Borkul was big, very big.

Still, she finally gave a nod, but gave Borkul a glare over her shoulder, “If I tell you to stop and you keep going, I'll break your dick and knock out all your teeth, got it?” Varena knew that this wasn't going to be entirely pleasant at first, but maybe in the end it'd be worth it.
 
Borkul would raise an eyebrow to Varena when she had threatened him, speaking again as he continued to rub himself against her. This of course made Gorth laugh a little, his hands easing up on Varena's hips. “He says he wouldn't have it any other way.” Gorth added, suddenly groaning though when Varena had moved in just the right way. Gods she was talented, if only more human women were like that. So eager to please but more importantly to get pleasure themselves. Gorth keeping steady though so Borkul could get himself going again.

The other orc would pull back, hand coming back to guide his cock to Varena's puckered hole. This was definitely going to be a challenge, the head of his cock already little bigger then her rosebud. In a moment of true brilliance, at least for Borkul anyways the orc would run his hand up his cock, getting the mix of sexual fluid and saliva on his hand. Bringing it to her rear entrance the orc would start to work his thumb at her puckered hole, coating it in the fluid before he started to press a little. His thumb rubbing still but definitely trying to gain entry.

And before long the orc had the end of his thumb inside of her ass. Smirking Borkul would pull it out, grabbing hold of his cock once more to press against her asshole. His other hand going up to grab onto her shoulder, sorta holding her in place as he started to push. The hardest part was probably the head, Borkul starting soft and slowly gaining pressure. Pushing and pushing till Varena's ass gave way and the head of his member slipped in. The Orc groaning loudly as his other hand went to Varena's other should. Borkul not starting his moment with the usual attempted thrusts. Instead he continued to try and work his cock into Varena, keeping his focus on the woman in case she told him to stop. He didn't want his teeth knocked out after all. But he was definitely making progress. Pushing more and more of his girth into her ass. And before long Varena would feel the pressure of two cock inside of her, filling her to her probable limits as Borkul simply continued.
 
Varena smirked a little at the orc's response, before grinding her hips down against Gorth's and being rewarded with a groan. She was hardly the kind of woman to let the boys have all the fun though of course, she wasn't in this to make them happy after all. She didn't know them, they had no meaning to her life, that they enjoyed themselves benefited her because it meant that she would enjoy herself too. And of course, who didn't enjoy seeing the effect they had one some one else's body? But Varena was certainly in this for her own pleasure too, and while the two orcs ensured their own enjoyment, she did too.

She had to admit though, she was a bit apprehensive of letting Borkul fuck her ass and even as she and Gorth kept going, she was supremely distracted by whatever was going on behind her. What had she been thinking? She was too drunk for this shit! Remembering his rough treatment with first her pussy then her mouth, Varena started to cringe a little when she felt his cockhead against her entrance, but then it was gone and she felt what she could only assume was one of his fingers against her hole instead. Well, that was better than having his cock rammed inside her, so she relaxed a bit as Borkul worked his thumb through the tight ring of muscle, coating her puckered entrance and just inside with the mixture of her saliva and his seed.

So when he finally did start to replace that with his cock, Varena didn't feel quite so much like she was about to make a very bad decision. Still though, as he started pushing inside her, it was far from pleasant, and she ended up grabbing Gorth's hand, bringing it between her legs with a slightly strained expression and pressing his fingers against her clit. “Unless you want me to fall completely out of the mood, I'd suggest you do me a favor,” she told him, feeling her back tunnel stretch to accommodate the invading orc cock that Borkul was trying to fill her with. When he finally succeeded, Varena was panting for breath, the pressure of having two cocks inside her like this a bit much right at first before she began to adjust, tentatively changing the way her hips moved to work herself not just on Gorth's cock but Borkul's as well, nudging Gorth's hand away from her pussy.
 
Gorth looked down for a few seconds in confusion, Varena having yanked his hand down to her pussy. He was about to ask but the woman explained and Gorth was quick to accommodate. His fingers rubbing and pressing at her clit to give her some positive stimulation to counter whatever discomfort was heading her way with the first few moments of Borkul pretty much opening up her ass. Gorth had to admit though that he enjoyed the expressions on her face once he brother actually got himself inside of her. A certain combination of tolerating the pain mixed with the hopes of pleasure to come.

But just like that Borkul had pretty much secured his spot inside of her back entrance, Gorth's hand being nudged away so Varena could take this at her own pace to start getting some actual pleasure. Gorth's hands going back up to her hips where Borkul's stayed holding on to her shoulders. For now Varena was in the lead, however once she was fully adjusted, and back to her rather wanton and lewd moans, the two brothers would definitely start up again.

There was a weird arousal to this situation, how having another cock inside of her made things tighter all around. Both Gorth and Borkul were groaning, Borkul saying a few things in orcish that Gorth was too lost at the moment to actually translate. But after awhile Varena would start to feel Borkul thrusting. Nothing hot and heavy, but definitely in an attempt to start actually fucking her from behind. And of course his brother would start to join in, at first pulling out when Borkul thrusted in and then thrusting in when his brother pulled out. So Varena would be getting a thrust each and every time.
 
Varena wasn't quite sure how she was able to do this, she knew first hand just how big the two brothers were, how in the world she managed to have both of them inside of her, she had no idea. She was of course, unaware of the changes her body had been going through since her encounter with Ulrich. That something about him, whether it was his inhuman nature or just how well he had fucked her, had brought out her more carnal side, awoken the sleeping beast inside her. It was changing not only Varena's drive and needs, but her body to an extent. She would never be able to do the things a full succubus could, but her limits, which had already been a little superhuman, were now a little more so, and would continue to expand as she kept exploring her limits.

And right now, this was pushing her limits, the woman starting to slowly adjust to having two orc cocks inside her, and rather close together. Both her pussy and her ass were rhythmically tightening and relaxing, simultaneously trying to adjust and on a more instinctual level, trying to push them out. Varena slowly started to feel the inklings of pleasure coming through the discomfort, and the pleasure turned more into a steady stream, drowning out her body's protests and replacing them with pleasure instead. When she finally got to where she was working in a smoother, more enthusiastic rhythm, moaning and panting softly as both cocks stroked her sensitive insides, the brothers took over for her and she was more able to just enjoy the ride.

Varena ended up leaning forward slightly, her hands on Gorth's chest to keep her balance as he used her hips again to work her over his cock, while Borkul used his hold on her shoulders as leverage to thrust in and out of her ass. The rhythm they finally settled in helped a lot to keep Varena from feeling overwhelmed, one cock was always inside her, rarely both, allowing her to finally start to really enjoy herself, moaning as the two orcs fucked her, each of their fat cocks spreading their respective tight hole when the would fill her.
 
Her moans would only fuel the orcs to thrust harder and faster. Gorth putting more enthusiasm into the act then Borkul was. Not from a lack of trying of course, Borkul would of loved to start humping away at a faster pace, but things were a little tricky with this first time anal. Well Borkul assumed, though years of not doing such an act would pretty much take one back to their first time. And truth be told the orc felt a compulsion to do as Varena had asked, the way she looked at him almost enchanting.

Gorth was grunting though, grip on her hips tightening as he sped up his pace. Soon thrusting twice as fast as Borkul Varena would begin to have one moment where just her pussy with filled and then another where both her anus and vagina were filled. This didn't last long though since Gorth was well on his way to climaxing. The red headed orc pulling Varena down again to impale herself on his member, unloading his second load of piping hot spunk into her body to join his brothers. Borkul would thrust in a few times, finding Varena being held in place he would pull back till just the tip was inside of her. Rather annoyed that he had to wait due to his brother.

However once Gorth had finished his grip on Varena's hips loosened and Borkul was sure to replace it. The orc getting Varena to move up on her knees before he continued fucking her. The sexual juices that were inside of her pussy spurting out every so often with how Borkul's cock explored her anus. Gorth's cock having slipped out in the process as the orc laid there for a few seconds before starting to pull back and slip out from underneath Varena and her rather inviting breasts that were hanging down for him.

“I think i'm done.” Gorth added with a bit of a laugh, seeing his brother still going at Varena.
 
This might as well be Varena's first time getting her ass fucked, as long as it had been, but it wasn't, so while there was certainly discomfort and the risk of injury like it was her first time, she at least knew how to keep her hips angled to minimize that risk. It was still a good thing the Borkul wasn't just having at her, though Gorth certainly wasn't taking the same route. The orc under her was fucking her pussy hard and fast, making her pant and moan loudly, her hands gripping him tightly as his own hands and the force of his thrusts forced her to bounce on his cock.

The woman let out a rough, short cry as he forced her down onto his dick as he came in her, filling her pussy with a second load of orc cum. When Borkul pulled out to give her some room she was a little relieved, looking down at Gorth and sitting up a little as his cock throbbed inside of her, moaning softly at the sensation. The respite only lasted for a moment though, Borkul pushing her up onto her knees as Gorth seemed to get his fill, and went right back to fucking her ass. Now with just the one inside her, he had the freedom to go a little harder, a little faster, pushing the combination of her cum, his brother's, and his own out of her as he was able to let loose a bit.

Varena moaned and pushed her hips back into his, starting to get into it again, but she looked at Gorth as he tried to slip away. She arched a brow at him as he told her that he was done, the Huntress giving him a sort of 'oh really' look. “Well... I'm not,” she smirked, Borkul still going at her, making it difficult to really speak evenly, “I pleasured you... at no benefit to myself,” she reminded him, her eyes glinting softly at him in a way that could easily be dismissed as just the reflection of an ember sparing in the fire, “Don't you think... you should return the favor?”
 
No benefit to herself? Ha! She was wailing and moaning through all of this how was she not getting pleasure herself? Gorth looking at her rather suspiciously as he continued to pull back but would soon come to a stop when he sat that little glint in her eye. Any ideas of stopping and going to sleep having faded from his mind to be replaced by none other then continuing. And not just continuing but returning the favor. The orc getting imagines of how she had sucked him off to begin with.

So Gorth started to turn, so that by the time he moved back under her his glistening cock would be where his head was and his own was now looking up at her dripping cunt. Gorth knew without a doubt that in any other situation he wouldn't even dream of doing this. What with her pussy dripping with his and his brother's seed. Or how his brother was no more then a few inches away, swinging his balls above Gorth's head. But for some reason Gorth was craving this. Wanting to return that favor to please Varena. So the Orc did just that, in a sort of upside down fashion his lips would come in contact with her clit. The combination of all of their sexual juices beginning to stain his cheeks and tusks as the Orc sucked on her clit, his tongue coming out to run around before slipping down to play with her folds.

Borkul on the other hand had no idea what was going on down below, too caught up in actually fucking Varena. And now he was the one to set the pace, working his cock again and again into her butt. Gods how tight it was, and the ripples of her anus were completely different from how her pussy felt. The orc unable to resist letting out grunts and obviously lustful orcish words as his hips finally started to make contact with her ass, being able to fully plunge his cock into her ass with each thrust.
 
Varena had been moaning because his brother had been fucking her pussy, not because his cock was just so amazing that touching it had given her pleasure. So she hardly felt selfish for asking Gorth to return the favor, and it seemed she was actually going to get what she wanted. She'd been expecting him to refuse actually, but he didn't, instead he moved back under her, his spent cock, still slick with their juices, below her head and his own head between her thighs. Borkul seemed oblivious as he fucked Varena's tight ass, his large, rough hands on her hips, pulling her into his thrusts.

The woman let out a sharp moan as Gorth's lips closed around her clit, her hips bucking into his mouth a little as he gave her exactly what she wanted, despite the fact that his brother's cock was fucking her just a few inches away, his balls swinging precariously close. Or that it was not just his cum or hers that he was lapping up but his brother's as well. Varena found the whole situation almost intoxicating, somewhere in the back of her mind realizing that he was doing this because she wanted him to. “Ohhh fuck yes,” she moaned as he sucked on her clit before his tongue ran along her dripping folds, the force of his brother's thrusts pushing her cunt into his face all the moan.

Varena could tell she was getting close to what she was sure would be her last orgasm of the night, but she forced herself to hold out, just a little longer, enjoying herself now as she was the one being pleasured. Borkul fucking her ass, finally able to fill her with his cock, and Gorth with his face buried in her dripping cunt. The woman held back as long as she could, but finally gasped, letting out a low, almost growling moan as she came in Gorth's mouth, the sweet juices of her pussy pouring onto his tongue and lips, her ass tightening down around Borkul's cock as her orgasm rushed up her spine, making her hips buck wildly.
 
Borkul groaned louder as he continue to fuck Varena, hips smacking louder and louder into the night air. The orc was well on his way to cumming, and in such a way that he hadn't experienced in years. Varena was more then just some random adventurer, more then some huntress. To Borkul she was everything a woman should be, warrior, sexual lover, goddess. That wasn't completely fueled by the intoxication of her oh so addictive aroma, a good part of it was just Borkul's actual attraction to her.

So when Varena finally clamped down, her hips bucking wildly as she orgasmed, Borkul couldn't help but follow. The orc's cock making it's way into her ass one more time before unloading his third load of the night. His hands gripping tightly, almost to the point where a normal human woman would have some serious bruises in the morning. Varena's anus tightening beyond what Borkul had previous felt.

After some time Gorth would finally pull away, grabbing the nearest shirt to wipe his face clean. Which sorta half worked cause it was the same one that Varena used in the beginning. So going for the next piece of clothing the red headed orc with wipe his face before going immediately for some more grog. Borkul on the other hand would slowly pull out from Varena. And where the orc hadn't exactly been affectionate in the beginning he definitely was now. Leaning over so his chest pressed to her back, his hands on top of hers. The orc's lips at her neck while his cock laid between the cheeks of her ass. Only semi erect now. Of course Borkul was far to interested in kissing and sucking at Varena's flesh now instead of round four.
 
Varena's effect on men seemed to depend in part on how they felt about her at even a base level. Gorth certainly didn't find her unattractive, but he wasn't as drawn to her as his brother was, so while bother were effective by the intoxicating aroma she gave off when aroused, Borkul was far more effected by it than his redheaded brother. So while Gorth was compelled to obey, Borkul went into it all willingly. Either way, Varena was enjoying herself, more than enjoying herself, being rocked by one of her most powerful orgasms since she'd left Ulrich's home, most certainly helped by Gorth's tongue and lips working on her sex.

She gasped at the tight grip of Borkul's hands on her hips, and she wouldn't be surprised at all to wake up in the morning and have the lingering imprints of his fingers in her fair skin, dark and bruised. At the same time, she felt his cock swell inside her and then explode, filling her for a fourth time with orc spunk, and three of those times had been Borkul. It was clear to see just how interested in her he was. Once her own orgasm began to subside, Gorth pulled away, leaving just Varena and Borkul, the woman panting heavily, her skin flushed and covered in sweat.

She let out a soft noise, quite a moan but more of a sigh, as the orc let his cock slide out of her, though it ended up pressed snugly between her ass cheeks, glancing over her shoulder as Borkul leaned over her. Varena could help a soft laugh, not entirely sure what to think of the orc's displays of affection, his lips and tongue caressing the back of her neck and shoulders. “I take you... enjoyed yourself,” she panted after finally catching her breath a bit before she finally pulled away from him a bit, but not far, just needing to sit down, which is exactly what she did, looking and feeling rather exhausted.
 
Borkul would respond in his normal fashion, in a much less aggressive tone. Obviously a praise or some sort of compliment as he stayed the way he was. When she started to move however the orc would accommodate, letting her sitting down beside her. Close enough where their legs would be touching and the two could lean against one another. Pretty sure that the little personal barrier had long been crossed after such heated exchanges.

Gorth on the other hand was content on the other side of the fire, drinking away. Borkul would speak over the fire, giving Gorth a sort of glare before the red headed orc would get up, collecting cups and getting two cups full of grog. The last two at that and bring them over to Varena and Borkul. Borkul taking his and the other offered to Varena. Borkul saying a few things, this time saying the word Darva.

“Borkul says the moon goddess is pleased and gives you her blessing. And that your newly granted boon will last till the moon goddess reveals her fully opened eye once more.” Gorth added before he yawned rather loudly, soon going around to get his clothing together, unfortunately his shirt was the one that was picked as a cum rag. The orc tossing it over to his pack before going for his roll out for the night. Borkul had gotten his arm around Varena as he drank, eyes on the fire with a satisfied smile on his face.
 
Varena was both amused and surprised when the orc she'd been couple with so recently stayed close to her, and in fact seemed determined to maintain physical contact with her. Her brows arched a little and she smirked, leaning against Borkul a little since he seemed so eager to let her. She looked up though when he started talking to his brother, and the redheaded orc brought them both a cup of grog each. She took it, giving them both a questioning look before Gorth explained.

“I see,” she smiled as she drank a bit more grog, but not a lot, Gorth wasn't the only one who was tired. She fought back a yawn as she paused in her drinking, face screwing up a bit with effort and covering her mouth with her hand. She looked at Borkul though when he put his arm around her and looked very pleased with himself, which made her give a soft laugh, drinking a little more grog. “I think we should probably follow your brother's example,” she told him as she glanced at Gorth in his bed roll.

Varena felt exhausted, and she knew she would be sore as hell in the morning, she wasn't looking forward to sitting in a saddle all day. Carefully, she untangled herself from Borkul and stood up, still very naked as she gathered up her clothes, purposefully keeping her backside turned his way to give him a bit of a show as she'd bend down to grab her shirt and pants and under garments and making a soft, irritated sound as she found the torn remains of her panties. Shrugging a bit, Varena used it to clean between her legs a little before she balled them up and threw them at Borkul, “Here, a present,” she half-teased half scolded before she went to her pack and fetched out a clean pair.

After getting dressed again, though not bothering with her boots or bra, she grabbed her bed roll and laid it out near the fire, wrapping herself up in it for the night and half expecting Borkul to join her. And of course, he did, the woman ending up more or less wrapped up in the large orc's thick arms before she finally fell into a hard, deep sleep. Thankfully though she woke easily in the morning, frowning at the intrusion of the pale light filtering through the forest canopy over head. Varena yawned, once again untangled her from Borkul's arms and carefully got up. Sure enough, she was definitely sore, wincing a little as she stretched a bit. Her thighs and her ass were the worst, but nothing she couldn't handle.

She gathered her things as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake up either brother, but especially Borkul, she had a feeling that he wouldn't be entirely willing to let her leave. She had no interest in staying though, nor in acquiring a long time lover, both orcs had certainly been a lot of fun, but that sort of arrangement just had no place in her life. So Varena got her things, packed up, and left, riding slowly for Aramoor.

She arrived nearly four days later, having traveled nearly into the mountains for her job, but didn't even go to the guild hall until she had a night at home to finish recovering from her night with the orc brothers in the form of a hot bath. Finally though she went to the guild hall to turn in her report and possibly pick up a new assignment.
 
The suggestion that the two of them should go to sleep as well definitely drew a frown upon Borkul's face. Looking to Varena in almost a pleading manner, but the girl had a point. As much as he didn't want to admit the orc was definitely tired, surprising after have such fun. The pace and endurance that Varena's body seemed to demand was unique and much more in comparison to even orcish women. Just one of the many things that Borkul was obsessing over with this new found woman. He staying seated though and watching as Varena got up to collect her things and be roll.

Borkul only smiled when she tossed him the torn panties, like it was the greatest gift she could give him. Sure he would have to clean them, but he would make sure to keep them on his person at all times. Be it on his belt or tied somewhere on his body. Eventually Borkul would get up as well, just grabbing his pants to put on for the night. Seeing Varena set up with her bed roll he was quick to join her, not able to resist kissing her skin a few times as he snuggled in behind her, arms coming around, legs intertwining with her own. His strong orcish body pressed against her curvacious yet fierce frame. The dreams he would have of the two fighting armies, only to fuck on their bleeding corpses would indeed follow, causing Borkul to smile in his sleep as he held her close.

The following morning it was obvious that the two orcs weren't much in terms of morning people. Borkul making a few noises when Varena moved away from him, but none the less stayed asleep. The two staying like this well past when Varena rode off. She wouldn't be close enough to hear them by the time they awoke but there was definite argument. One could only assume over what but that didn't matter now.

When Varena returned, and showed up to the guild hall the following day, of all people Fredrick was standing where the quartermaster usually stood. Looking to be filling the role for whatever reason. And of course with Fredrick actually in the hall everyone was either out on missions or actually doing something productive around the guild instead of drinking or chatting it up with one another. And of course Rordan was here, sitting at the nearest table to the counter that Fredrick was behind.

“Varena, welcome home!” Fredrick shouted out when she entered the hall, waiting for her to make her way over to him. First things first of course, Fredrick taking in her report. A quick glance, and seeing how she looked healthier then ever nothing seemed to slow down the process. Rordan looking at Varena in much the same way he would when he was studying a monster. There was something different, very faint, but a sort of well... glow? Who knew from what but there was something different about Varena. Rordan looking to Fredrick once the man cleared his throat to speak.

“Now to keep any confusion or deception out of the next job I am going to be sending both of you on the same mission.” Fredrick started, Rordan opening his mouth to speak but Fredrick quickly gave him a glance to shut it. Rordan glaring at the man for a few moments before shutting his mouth. “We have confirmation that a manticore has been seen on the southeastern borders. More then likely you will have to journey into the jungles to pursue this hunt. We would usually send a three man team for such an assignment but your guy's work on the hydra has proven to be favorable. With less men on one job I can send them to do different missions. The two of you can figure out travel arrangements and what not, your base of operations will be the Town of Gleinhill. They will give you more information on attack sites and trails for you guys to track. That's all.” Fredrick stated, taking a stamp from the desk before stamping two work order slips, setting them out for Rordan and Varena to take. Rordan getting up quickly, grabbing his before walking out, mumbling something that obviously wasn't so team friendly. Fredrick looked to Varena then, giving her a sort of apologetic smile but this was what he wanted the two of them to do.
 
Varena gave a slightly surprised smile to the Guild Master as she saw it was him and not Haymin acting as quartermaster that day. “Frederick,” she nodded, handing him her report. She did feel invigorated, still perhaps a touch sore, but good none the less. She hadn't realized just how much stress she had been keeping pent up inside of her in her years joining the guild and really trying to restrain herself from going a bit too wild and getting distracted. She wondered if maybe she had just been too young at the time, and now that shew as older and more disciplined she could actually cut loose every so often. It was certainly a welcome change, a big change, considering what she had just done. Glancing at Rordan and then back to Frederick she couldn't help but wonder how their opinions of her might change if they knew. She certainly didn't plan on them finding out though.

She looked back to Frederick as he spoke, her brows shooting up as he informed them that they would be going together on an assignment. Rordan tried to argue before she had the opportunity, but he was quickly shut down, so she didn't even try. So Varena just gave a slightly nod, “Alright then,” she agreed, trying to look unbothered, partially to make Rordan look just that much worse for trying to argue with him. She still didn't like him, she would work with him because Frederick was right, they could work well together, but she was no more fond of him than she had ever been. And Rordan didn't seem exactly fond of her either as he practically stormed out

Varena took one of the slips, reading it over and glancing at Frederick. “You know, we probably can kill that manticore, but I can't guarantee that we won't kill one another too,” she told him before she sighed a bit, “I guess we'll get going.” She left the guild hall still reading over the mission slip, walking around to the stables to get her horse. She didn't spot Rordan though, which made her pause and frown, wondering if he had just left her behind. That sure seemed like something he would do. “Fucking asshole,” she muttered.
 
Fredrick laughed a little when Varena commented on how the two might try to kill one another, the older man shaking his head with a smile on his head though. “Let's hope not, I lose two of my best hunters I don't think we can continue operating.” He stated softly, waving off Varena as she left to go on her mission. Watching her leave though Fredrick saw something. Maybe it was the sunlight coming in from outside, or something... But there was an unusual glow to Varena. Somehow light seemed to bounce off of her that much better. Her womanly features, mostly concealed in her leather armor, were somehow accentuated. Fredrick never looked at her in such a way and found himself shocked that he was now, quickly striking the thought from his mind once she had left the hall.

Outside Rordan was no where to be seen, though if she had looked up from the mission slip the moment she had left the guild she might of spotted him. Ready for travel with his horse packed, Rordan was actually waiting for Varena. Saying nothing when she passed him as she focused on that little slip. The man following her slowly on horseback, picking up the words “Fucking asshole” as she scanned the stables and the area around it for him. He found himself smirking, waiting for as long as he could before actually speaking up.

“Better then a slow asshole. Hurry and mount up, we have a long ride from here.” Rordan stated, smirking from upon his horse as he waited behind her. What words and bickering that Varena had for him he was ready for, as long as they were flung out while she got ready. The two making their way out of Aramoor to ride towards their mission. Of course the days travel of banter or just complete silence between the two didn't help much, their main goal was this manticore. Once that was taken care of the two wouldn't have a reason to travel together anymore.

When the two arrived at the village that submitted their request they were quickly ushered to an inn. Most likely weary from their travels, however both Rordan and Varena were intent on dealing with the job and then leaving. So once their bulkier gear was dropped off the two went out to investigate. To see where common manticore attack sights were and the like. Even if the two were rough with one another they definitely were keen when it came to the details of their hunt. Rordan picking up more on the trail of the Manticore where Varena picked up more on it's condition. Slowly advancing into the nearby jungle Rordan had his bow out at the ready.

“I'll tell you what, we can at least make this an interesting job.” Rordan stated as he walked beside Varena, his head turning left and right so he could keep an eye out. No pun intended of course. “When we find the manticore why don't we try setting up a trap? One for each of us and whoever's trap is sprung wins. What do you say? Loser keeps the winners cup full for a night back in Aramoor?” Rordan asked, smirking as he still kept his attention on their surroundings.
 
Varena turned quickly at the sound of her new partner's voice over her shoulder, giving him a bit of a glare. “I'm not slow,” she corrected him, “You rushed off like a toddler throwing a tantrum.” She got her horse though, Lonan still tacked up from when she'd arrived, and climbed back into the saddle. Felt like she had just gotten here and she was already leaving again, shouldn't be surprising though she supposed, this was usually how things went for her. The last time she had really been able to enjoy herself had been with Ulrich, and for a moment as they rode she sank into her memories of her stay with him. Lounging in a hot bath, the scent of roses, a glass of wine, a good book, silk sheets, and the taste of Ulrich's mouth. Varena stopped herself there, knowing to go further would just be a bad idea, a shiver still ran down her spine and settled between her thighs though.

The rest of the trip alternated between awkward and irritating, she and Rordan established early on that neither of them were thrilled about having to work together, but work together they would. When they arrived at the small town on the edge of the jungle that was having the problem with the manticore, they got a room at the inn and put away their equipment before heading out to take a look around. With help from the locals, they found the most recent and common attack and sighting locations and began to form a picture of the beast they were here to kill. Rordan was better than her at finding the trail, not that Varena was bad at tracking, but he was still better than her. While Varena was better at learning about the animal from the evidence they did find. She guessed at a male, older, probably pushed out of it's territory by a younger, stronger male. She'd always been able to get in the heads of beast like this, but she'd never really had to tell people about it, and she realized how crazy she sounded informing Rordan of her inferences.

As they tracked the manticore, her new partner suggested a bet to make the hunt more interesting. Varena frowned a little at him, then smirked, “Sure, I'll take that bet,” she told him, “We'll set up some traps tonight and come back tomorrow and see who won.” And with that agreed upon, they set to work, Varena building a trap meant to more lure in the manticore and injure him which would allow them to track him more easily. She knew just how to do it too. She worked with the trees and the underbrush, creating a funnel that would force him right into her trap. To lure him in she didn't use meat, like most would, but rotting fruit. Manticore certainly did eat meat, but they also loved fruit, especially rotting fruit that fermented to create a sort of alcohol. The trap itself was a rather large limb, pulled back and set to swing forward when the manticore broke the trip wire. This limb was wrapped in nasty thorn vines, which would injure it, making it easier to track by far, as well as slowing it down.

She finished and rejoined Rordan, confident that her trap would win, and she'd be drinking on his tab when they got back to Aramoor. “Ready to lose?” She asked him with a smirk, “Just a warning, I might be a woman but I can drink most men under the table. So I hope you've been saving up your earnings.” Whatever his retort, they returned to the inn for the night, returning the next morning.
 
Rotten fruit, psh. Like she was going to lure anything with rotten fruit. Sure Rordan had heard the same thing but he also heard that you could over fermented ale and apply to any rusted weapon to get the rust off. Just rumors and farfetched lies to get people to purchase over expired fruit. This was going to be the easiest drinking tab Rordan had ever earned. His trap much more for capture instead of tracking. When the two went on their ways to make traps he first hunted a boar, constructing his trap and making a grotesque display of a disemboweled bore. Of course when the Manticore came to his trap and took the bait instead of a tree branch swinging around with thorns, a large section of trunk would come crashing down. It strung up by a number of vines in the trees above. The two leaving for the night in hopes their traps would be sprung.

When Rordan and Varena returned they found her to have been the one sprung, Rordan's trap still waiting... With the boar completely gone. He had spent so much damn time weaving the vines and freaking hoisting up that log... It was only fair that he was a bit of a grump as Varena got to lead the expedition into the jungle, following the trail of blood that her trap had produced. With such a crippling wound that she would give the beast it wouldn't be able to go far, more then likely favoring a spot to rest and deal with it's problem before advancing.

Varena seemed to be glowing since they found out her trap was the one that worked. How she walked with such pride and obvious content with beating Rordan. Heavens forbid what was to come when they got back to Aramoor. And when they came upon the manticore sleeping amongst a cluster of trees Rordan was somewhat surprised to see Varena advancing so quickly. Well regardless she earned such a moment and he followed, his bow and arrow in hand.

Neither one of them would be able to get close enough to the beast before it would wake, so with only a few words exchanged between the two Rordan would awaken it with arrows, which of course would cause it to run out of the cluster of trees where Varena would be at the ready for the first and hopefully the last strike. So once Varena was ready Rordan would pull several arrows out of his quiver, putting two between his teeth and the third in his bow. Taking one quick breath he would release the arrow, quick to bring one after another from his mouth to shoot three arrows into the cluster of trees. The Manticore quickly roaring before charging out, not as fast as it normally would due to Varena's little trap. This gave Varena a perfect shot to the beasts side as it came out, and as if the task was too easy the Manticore ran for a few more paces before stumbling to the ground. Rordan just as surprised as the beast was that it actually worked. A rather potent display of blood now sprayed across the yards the beast tumbled past, it's body slowly heaving for breath.

Rordan would come upon the beast, pulling one of his arrows out again only the quiver glowed like before. He got up and onto the beast, looking down at the back of it's head as the beast tried to move, tried to look at him but couldn't. Rordan pulling the arrow back with his bow, the tip of his arrow looking like it was falling apart as if it was made of dirt or some sort of material like it. Most likely Rordan was just not in the mood to drag a fight out, to admit Varena had won, the man wanting to end this as quickly as possible so he could return to Aramoor and pay his debt. Cause the last thing he wanted was a debt over his head, though he probably should of not wanted a scorpion stinger to the back of his head. With his back turned and him focused on the sweet spot of the beasts's neck, he had no idea that the manticore's tail had risen behind him, ready now to strike.
 
Varena was very pleased with herself in the morning when they found it was her trap that had been triggered. This manticore had been eating meat pretty regularly, but the people around here were good about picking ripe fruit, and the rest was grabbed up by smaller, faster animals. So there wasn't as much rotting fruit as further into the jungle, it was something he'd be more attracted to because he hadn't had it recently. Rordan was, of course, less than thrilled about her victory, but she couldn't care less, she was going to get a night of drinking on his tab, there was no sweeter reward in her opinion. So it was Varena that lead them into the jungle, following the bloodied and obvious path of the manticore. It was obvious by his tracks that as he went, he favored his injured foot more and more, slowing him down and making him sloppy.

Still though, he had gone far in the night, and it took them days to catch up. They were far from the town by the time they did, as even though the beast had cut a bit of a trail for them, the jungle was still thick and dangerous. It was slow going, especially with their gear. By the time they did catch up, Varena doubted that the manticore would be in the condition to put up much of a fight, and she wasn't much off the mark. It was definitely old, and now it was tired from it's flight, but that also made it desperate, so the fight was far from easy. She and Rordan worked well together, just as they had before, their experience allowing them to simply know what was expected of them without having to explain it to one another.

Varena's first strike was true, hitting home almost too easily, her blade soaked in it's blood and the woman getting a good spray of it to the side of her face, coating her skin like war paint. She kept on it as it crashed to the ground, sword and shield ready, glad to have her shield now more than ever to fend off the manticore's stinger-tipped tail. She could see Rordan out of the corner of her eye, advancing to fire another one of his magic arrows, no doubt hoping to end this quickly. His haste put him in harm's way though, and he was too caught up in lining up his shot to see the beast's tail rising behind him as it lay on the ground, heaving and bleeding. Varena saw it though, eyes wide as it curled to strike him. She moved without thinking, rushing over with a wordless shout of warning before she used her shield to knock him out of the way. With her shield busy though, that left her open, allowing the stinger to strike her instead, sinking into one of the gaps of the armor over her stomach that let her bend properly.

Dots danced in her vision at the pain, but she powered through it, letting out a scream as her sword came down on it's tail, chopping it off at the base of the stinger. The Huntress staggered back, clutching at the stinger but not jerking it out, knowing that doing so might just make it worse. The beast roared though, it's now disabled tail lashing about, spraying blood freely. “Kill it! Kill it!” Varena snarled, leaning back heavily against a tree, her one hand still clutching her sword weakly, the other holding onto the stinger as she tried not to just pass out, her shield half hanging from her arm.
 
Everything happened so fast. From where he was sure he was aiming for the sweet spot to Varena crashing into him. At first Rordan was about to shout at her, what the fuck was she doing?! All he could do in mid air was bring his arms and legs in to tumble. When he landed and got to his feet what he saw was rather intense. Varena now clutching the stinger of this beast to her stomach. Had she saved him? Did she push him away to take the blow? Her shouting of kill it broke his moment of confusion, Rordan quick to draw more arrows in a sort of flurry.

Instead of one arrow to the back of the neck Rordan started to just unleash what he had. Every step he took firing off an arrow into the Manticore's head. At first they were just normal arrows, but as he got closer his quiver would start to glow and different kinds of arrows shot off. Fire, water, wind, earth, as if some symbolic display of the core magics. Though light and dark didn't seem to come out. By the time he got back to the Manticore the beast had about fourteen arrows or some in it's head. Rordan staring at the beast for a few seconds before quickly turning to Varena. Where he usually would salvage arrows he now abandoned them, running over to Varena.

“Why do you got to be so fucking stupid?” Rordan asked, though instead of the usual arrogant prickish tone in his voice it was one filled with concern and doubt. He looking over her body for a second before he helped her lay down. He was quick to start to get her armor off, needing to be able to get to her bare flesh to deal with the stinger's poison. Once her upper armor was off he would grab the stinger. “Let me do this.” He stated, but before she could protest or agree he would rip the stinger out from her stomach. Whatever cries of pain to follow would be understandable. Quickly Rordan pulled a knife out, seemingly making her wound worse by cutting a cross on the wound she just had, however once that was done he quickly leaned down to put his lips to her wound. Sucking up blood and poison to lean back and spit out before doing it again. Of course he had pushed her shirt up, though her state of partial nudity wasn't exactly the highest priority.
 
Varena grit her teeth and tried to just breath as she leaned against the tree, putting more of her energy into not passing out. The pain was excruciating, and she knew that the stinger was still leaking poison into her body, but trying to jerk it out would only cause more damage. So she tried to stay still, stay calm, so that it wouldn't spread too far too fast. She did this while Rordan attacked the manticore, turning it into a pin cushion by the time he was done with it. It was dead before he was finished, but better safe than sorry, and the adrenaline rush no doubt made it hard for him to know when to stop. Varena was sweating and pale by the time he was done, so she let him help her lay down, grimacing as he did.

Rordan's question made the woman give out an irritated growl, “You're welcome asshole,” she snarled, “Why do you have to be such a fucking dick?” Her tone sarcastic and mostly rhetoric. She tried to help and stay out of the way at the same time while he got her upper armor off, wincing almost constantly from the pain of the stinger in her stomach. That was the next thing to go,Varena taking a few short, quick breaths to prepare herself as he gripped the stinger. When Rordan pulled it out though she let out a shrill, pained scream, trying to keep herself from writhing in pain in the aftermath. When he cut her wound open she let out a loud, snarling groan through clenched teeth, followed by a harsh curse.

Varena was panting heavily when he was done, sweating and pale, her hands gripping the loam of the forest floor under her to keep herself from punching him in the face. She knew he was trying to help her, so she struggled through the pain. “Fuck!” she growled as the pain finally began to subside a little, feeling his mouth against her wound as Rordan started to draw out the poison. She tried to keep still, honestly unconcerned about her partial nudity. Soon though it was clear that he'd gotten as much poison out of her as he could this way, only blood coming out after a few moments. Varena managed to sit up a bit, feeling weak, “Find some crow's beard, moss that's up in the branches of the trees around here. This poison is a blood thinner, I'll bleed out if we don't bandage the wound properly.” Varena was trying to concentrate so she wouldn't pass out, or throw up, or both, “The moss is a natural coagulant, put it over the wound then bandage over it.”
 
This was a crude way of getting poison out of her blood but it would work. Well at least get a good amount of the poison out. There was no way he could drain all the poison out like this. Hopefully what he did was enough to save her life, at least for a while longer. His expertise definitely wasn't antidotes, so when Varena took it upon herself to tell him what he needed to find he would stay for a few moments to listen before he moved. “I know what crow's beard looks like.” He did say though, just cause he didn't know concoctions and antidotes didn't mean he didn't know plants. But before they could get into another argument he was off and running.

He only ran a few trees away, quick to jump and bury a knife into the tree. Using two knives he practically scaled the tree. Up it in a matter of seconds like some forest animal. When he got high enough up to find the moss he would quickly collect a good amount, stuffing it into a pouch on his belt before scaling back down the tree. Coming back to Varena within minutes. Kneeling again he pulled out a large roll of cloth with the moss, applying the moss first before he worked with Varena to get the cloth around herself.

“We're to far in the jungle for me to carry you back in one day.” Rordan admitted, more to himself then her as he stayed next to her. They had traveled what, three four days? The worst part was if he tried then four days of travel would only ware at Varena. If she was going to make this she needed to recover first. Rordan keeping an eye out around them for any unwanted company. “How are you doing, still with me?” He asked, looking back down to Varena. She was already so pale, that definitely wasn't good.
 
Varena glared at him a little when he snapped that he knew what crow's beard looked like, but he was gone before she could tell him off for being such an asshole even as she lay there dying. At least he seemed concerned. Good thing too, because she felt incredibly weak, and sore, she could feel the poison working it's way into her limbs, making her feel like she'd just gotten run over by a very heavy wagon or something. She forced careful, measured breaths in and out of her lungs and tried to block out the pain. The calmer she could stay, the better.

When Rordan returned, he broke her out of the sort of meditative state she usually achieved when she was in a great deal of pain. She helped him get the bandage in place as best she could, feeling even weaker when they were done. His question solicited a nod from Varena, though her face was pale and strained, “Yeah, still here,” she told him, “I'm not going to be able to stay conscious much longer though, we should find some shelter.” Really, she was doing well, manticore poison killed most people, and while that was still technically a possibility, that the woman was still conscious and clear-minded was a testament to both her mental and physical fortitude. It wouldn't last long though, she was already beginning to shake softly, a fever settling into her bones.

He was right in that Varena wouldn't be able to handle traveling right now, the best thing would be for them to find somewhere safe, buckle down, and see if she survived the next few days. “Don't forget the stinger, that'll due for proof and not be as hard to carry around the head,” she reminded him, her voice weak and a little distracted, her mind starting to fog over.
 
“Stop acting tough for once.” Rordan spat out, double checking her wound before looking back to her face. “Seriously, you need your strength to fight this shit off. Stop talking..” He added, though a little more concern in his voice then he usually had for her. Fuck the stinger as well, that was the last thing on his mind. Her armor and equipment had more priority over the stinger. And even though throphies were great that was much more a means of confirmation with rookies, if Rordan said he killed a creature he didn't need proof to back him up. Varena could make the same claims as well but that was besides the point right now.

So just like that Rordan had Varena up and in his arms, his head craning back and forth in search of some sort of shelter. A cave would be preferable, though a hollowed out tree or log would also work well. It taking him a little while before coming upon a cave. Doing his best to keep Varena conscious but at some point she would pass out. Just inevitable with manticore poison. How she was alive this long was amazing in itself but Rordan had stopped doubting such skills a long time ago when it came to Varena. Resilient and strong as ever it seemed.

Once in the cave and he made sure nothing was waiting inside for them Rordan would quickly get a fire going. Anything he had to create a comfortable makeshift bed he would use for Varena. Quick to get her out of her armor and cloths the poor poisoned woman was left to just her under shirt and under garments. But as Rordan stripped her, as he touched her sweaty body, smelled her scent, hell tasting her blood had lingering effects as well. There was something alluring to her now. That same sort of weird attraction that he had felt when she returned from that troll assignment. Something he couldn't place. His hands lingered at her chest when he went to remove clothing there, between her thighs when he pulled at her pants. Having to do a double take now and then to keep from actually groping. Here she was dying and Rordan was having issue with perversion? Damn it all.

The man wasn't going to leave yet for supplies, or to pick up whatever they left behind due to the current situation. What days rations of water he had at her side, keeping a cloth wet for her forehead and doing his best to help her drink. There was no telling how long the worst part of this would be, hell there was no telling if she would make it. Rordan just hoping he could help enough to get her through for now.
 
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