Chapter IX - The Perilous Tales of Bora & Mirii

The sound of Bora's steady, strong heartbeat worked almost as a lullaby for Miriilandra, as she struggled to keep her eyes open. With her hands crossed snuggly at her chest, Mirii rested her head on Bora's left breast, feeling protected in her lover's strong arms.

Compared to the other girls she grew up with in The Conservatory, Mirii was always on the more petite side, which she didn't like so much as the other, bigger girls would tease her and shove her about. Now however, laying on top of her half-orc girlfriend, she felt positively tiny and she loved it.

Bora was half sitting, half laying down with her back against a tree. Her semi-upright position was perfect for Mirii to snuggle into. The two had been sitting there, naked, for roughly an hour. They would always sleep together in the nude.

"I thought you said you wouldn't fall asleep little one…"

Bora's deep, growly, warm voice broke through the relative silence of the small clearing the two of them had found, deep within the Erimel Woods.

"I'm not-" Mirii protested, her words slurring as if she'd just woken up from a nap. "I mean I wasn't… oh leave me be, you know how easy it is for me to drift away when you hold me after we… you know…"

Bora only smiled and held her tighter. A half-eaten river boar on a spit rested on top of a now dwindling bonfire. Moments passed.

"I'm sorry." Mirii's voice seemed to carry a hint of shame. "I'm not used to this life. The traveling, the hunting, the camping, the battles… I'm not like you Bora. I'm not strong enough."

Mirii felt Bora's large fingers gently slide down the side of her face and go under her chin. As strong as her lover was, it always surprised Mirii how gentle Bora's hands could be. She let herself be raised by the chin until their eyes met.

“My dewdrop,” Bora’s voice was a warm blanket over them. “Strength does not come from how how far you can walk or how much you can lift, or even how long you can stay awake for. It comes from your will to continue on, even when you can no longer do any of those things. That makes you the strongest little human I know.”

Mirii let go of Bora and sat on the half-orc girl’s outstretched legs, straddling them and looked straight at her face. “Still,” she started, “If I were more than a little human, I wouldn’t feel like I was holding you back…”

“Ha!” Bora’s fiery laugh echoed around the clearing, “well don’t you worry my little dewdrop, we’ll make an orc out of you yet!”

“Don’t tease me!” Mirii chuckled “I can take anything a big orc girl can take!”

“Is that so?” A smile sprang across Bora’s face. “Shall we put that to the test?”

“Absolutely,” Mirii’s voice adopted a more sultry tone. Her face drew closer to Bora’s, her eyes fixed on the half-orc’s scarred lips. “I think I ca- WOAH“

Before Mirii could finish speaking, Bora grabbed her tiny girlfriend and embraced her, not too tightly, but just enough to make her squirm and unable to escape.

Laughing, Mirii tried to speak “Bora! What are yo-“

“Everything is a competition when you are an orc.” Bora interrupted, turning over and releasing Mirii to on the soft grass. “Even loving” She was now over the petite Mage girl, on all fours, arms to either side of her. “That’s why,” Bora continued, “whenever orc girls want to have fun, it starts out as a wrestling match”. Mirii was giggling. She turned on her stomach and tried to crawl away, but Bora grabbed her by the leg and dragged her back under her.

“Hahahaha no! Hhahaha” Mirii’s pretend resistance was being undermined by the laughter she could not contain.

“It’s all about displaying strength,” Bora carried on as she took hold of Mirii’s left wrist, “showing your partner how much you want them. Or, as seems to be the case with you my little dewdrop, resisting, and try to make your mate work for your affection, make them prove how much they want you”. Now she held both of Mirii’s slender wrists, one in each hand. “But ultimately yielding. A true orc only submits to someone they trust and care for, and only after a good tussle… Do you submit?”

A huge smile spread across Miriilandra’s face.

“Never! A true orc never yields! Grrrrr…” Mirii bared her teeth and furrowed her brow. She then twisted her body, trying to pull her arms away to free her wrists. She was putting on a show for Bora, arching her back, and pushing her breasts out. Straining and grunting, she wanted to make Bora feel powerful and in control. Theatrics aside, she was actually pinned down and unable to escape her lover’s grasp, but that small tinge of realism only turned the two of them on even more.

Bora seemed barely able to contain herself. She knew Mirii was merely playing along but she looked absolutely stunning like that, presenting herself to the half-orc, her writhing looking more like a sensual dance than an actual attempt at any form of resistance. She hunched down and immediately began kissing Mirii’s neck.

“Mmmmh” Mirii turned her head so she could feel more of Bora’s lips and tongue and tusks on her neck, but still continued to “struggle” and try to free herself. She started squirming a lot less however, as soon as she felt Bora start to move to her collarbone. She then proceeded to gently kiss her right breast. A gentleness, that was somewhat undermined by the tiniest of pains as Bora’s tusks began to press against the soft flesh of Mirii’s chest. “hhhHHHHmmm…” Mirii was determined to keep up appearances and would not allow herself to give in to her desires so soon, even though her body seemed to be desperately crying out for it. The soft light of the bonfire and the moonlight made the thin layer of sweat that was beginning to envelop her pale skin shine, which only made her more beautiful.

“OW!” Mirii yelped. Bora had begun biting the tip of her nipples with a bit more intensity.

“Am I being too rough, my little dewdrop?” Bora slowed down and peeked upwards toward her lover.

Mirii winced. “N-no, it’s all right. You just got me by surprise.” It had actually hurt a little, but more than that, Bora’s remark annoyed her, and a spark of stubbornness ignited in Mirii, she was now determined to show her mettle. Did Bora really think she was this fragile? Even if she was, she did not appreciate the idea that she couldn’t keep up with her girlfriend’s tastes.

Bora slowly loosened her grip on Mirii’s wrists, then caressed her forearms, moving to her shoulders, then, as she began kissing her stomach, her hands made their way to her hips, firmly holding them in place.

“Big mistake” whispered Mirii. With her arms now free, she joined her hands and began forming a series of shapes with her fingers. “XkqUoS, KgWekk, fZqa!”. As the spells left her lips, her voice seemed not her own, Mirii’s rug sack which was resting by the tree began to shake. Bora looked up at her, confused, but before she could figure out what was going on, a length of golden rope slithered out of the bag with remarkable speed.

“What trickery is this?!” Bora protested, but it was too late. The rope had coiled itself around the half-orc, pinning her arms to the side. After trying to maintain her balance, Bora fell on her side, the magic rope rolling her over on her back. It then continued to coil itself around Bora’s torso, sliding under her large breasts. “This is not fair!” she barked, and Mirii could swear she heard a chuckle!

Bora strained against her bonds as Mirii mounted her, straddling the large half-orc, sitting on her toned abdomen just below her breasts.

She was leaning down, doubling over, her face hovering over Bora's beautiful face. "Do you submit, my love?" asked Mirii, her tone was calm and teasing.

Bora ceased her struggling and looked straight into the eyes of the woman she loved. "Only to you".

Mirii took Bora's face in her hands and kissed her pasionately.

"Good girl".