“Hurry, Grok!” Lakuu yelled as she burst through the fissure in the ship’s wall, the forces of the Light battling to a standstill with the demonic forces outside. “Right behind you!” he yelled back, imbuing himself with the aspect of the cheetah and closing the distance quickly.
The Xenedar had fallen, and it was imperative they help the quick return of the Prime Naaru, Xe’ra, to the safety of the Vindicaar, as well as any surviving lightforged. As they continued down the halls, a voice could be heard, “Help!” it cried. Lakuu spun around just as the lightforged priestess was upon them.
“Thank Xe’ra, allies have come for us!” She said, hanging off Lakuu while she caught her breath. “Are you injured?” Lakuu asked, helping the priestess to the ground, “No, I am fine. Just in shock. I…” she attempted to continue as she looked up and beyond Lakuu’s shoulder, Grok standing with his arms crossed, “What the hell is that!?”
Lakuu looked back, Grok’s face furrowing into a perturbed scowl, a gentle smirk crossing her face, “He is a friend”
Grok walked forward and put out his hand to the exhausted woman, “I would have prefered dashing and heroic rescuer, but friend works too.” Lakuu laughed gently, “So modest…”
The woman put her hand into Grok’s massive palm as he helped her back to her feet, “You are a male of your species?” she inquired curiously as she stood next to his towering form, Grok nodded, “At least ninety nine-percent sure…” he joked, getting a light giggle from the priestess, “You do seem very nice.” she continued, “My name is Ashanaa”.
Grok peered over at Lakuu, who had once again started scanning the hallways, before he returned his gaze to the priestess. “You can just call me Grok.”
The priestess smiled, “It is rare for one of my kin to take a husband outside our species, you must be very attuned.” she said awkwardly, taking Grok a bit by surprise, “Huh…”
Lakuu’s head took a sharp turn back to the duo, “Wait… we… we are not together.” she said nervously, “As I said, we are friends.” Ashanaa looked startled, “Oh! My apologies, I guess I thought… you both seemed…” she continued before Grok put his big hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about it. Easy mistake when you see how she looks at me.” he whispered out, giving his companion a grin. Lakuu returned his gaze with a teasing scowl, “Very funny, but it’s time we find the control chamber. We will meet again, Ashanaa.”
As Grok nodded towards the priestess and was about to leave, Ashanaa looked distressed, “Wait… I can’t feel my leg! I must have sprained it!” she yelled out, collapsing towards the ground. Grok quickly caught her, lifting her up, “Woah, I got you. You must have been running on adrenaline earlier, that can make you forget most injuries pretty quickly.” he said, holding her tight.
Lakuu looked as the priestess nuzzled in closer to her companion’s chest, and narrowed her eyes suspiciously, “We don’t have time for this.” she yelled, a bit exasperated. Grokale nodded his head, “You are right, you go. With me carrying her we would just slow you down. I will make sure she gets to the ship safely, and search for any other survivors.”
Lakuu peered, uneasy, but in the end agreed, “I will meet you back on the Vindicaar.” Grok gave a clear nod of acknowledgement, “Don’t get anyone blown up while i’m gone.” he laughed.
As Lakuu continued down the hall, Grok began to head back towards the fissure. “No!” Ashanaa yelled, “The safest way is this way”. Grok peered down the seeming dead end, but decided to trust his new companion.
As they turned a corner into a large bright room, Grok noticed that it was a temple of some type. He grunted, “Where is this exit? I don’t see anything.” Ashanaa giggled, “You can put me down now.”
Grok narrowed his eyes, before setting her back onto her feet. “What is the meaning of this?” he questioned as the priestess turned around and in one clean movement, unbuttoned her robe, the silky raiment parting to show her supple breasts and curvaceous figure before falling off her shoulders, giving the orc a incredible view. Grok’s eye widened, “Hey, wait…” he continued, trying to back away but finding himself pushed into a wall.
She walked in closer, “Don’t be coy, Grok.” she said, taking her hands and unbuckling his belt, “I know you and my kin have had sex. I could smell you on her when we first met.” she continued, now pulling down his pants, “I don’t care about that, only what it implies”.
Grok lowered his defenses, “You are more forward then I gave you credit earlier” Grok said as he felt her take his cock into her hands.
She looked at it, marveling at it’s thickness as she slowly stroked him, “I have been stuck in the same ship, with the same men, for over ten thousand years.” she said, a yearning building in her voice, “I am so bored here. So tired of the same thing every day, every year.”
Grok could sense the writing on the wall, “So you saw me…”
“Something new…” she said, speaking over him. Grok leaned forward, pulling his armor and tunic up over his head and off, “Well since you are sure on this path, I guess I can help.”
Ashanaa climbed up onto his lap, her body yearning with every touch, “Good, now show me what I have been missing. I hope you don’t disappoint.”
Grok reached around, taking her hips into his hands and lifting her up. As he gently lowered her down onto his erect member, she moaned with delight. Grok smiled in turn, “I never dissapoint.”
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