Etru was walking back to the brothel after rinsing off from Kelleece. People always stopped and stared - she loved the attention though. It made her feel wanted, even if she wouldn't touch half of them.

She entered the brothel to find that she had a pair of familiar orc sisters waiting by the bar for her. She walked up, "Hello there. Waiting?"

They both turned to face her, "Indeed we are. My wedding is tomorrow, so I wanted to go out with a 'bang' if you get my drift," Sharog said.

Etru looked at her, "I thought you said it was next month! I don't have anything to wear!"

Gharol spoke up, "It got moved up. Another tribe has declared war with us, so her husband-to-be wanted to move up the date so they could die married, should that prove to be what happens."

Etru hugged her friend, "You'd better not die, Shar. I'll rage and destroy that tribe if you do."

Sharog shrugged, "If that is the goddess' will, then that's what will happen. But I don't plan on lying down on a sword."

Etru released her friend and grabbed both of their hands, "Then let's go. Sharog, today is free for you. Gharol, I still have to charge you, unfortunately."

Gharol laughed, "That's not a problem, Etru. We weren't expecting a freebie today, so it's still cheaper than what we had planned."

They entered the dragoness' room. She slowed as the orc sisters entered, Gharol closing the door. Etru walked towards the bed, dropping her clothing, allowing her wings to stretch out to their full length as her tail swished happily in anticipation.

Sharog walked up and embraced her dragon friend from behind, trailing her hands over her taut stomach. She leaned down and kissed her friend's neck. Gharol walked around the embraced couple, removing her clothes to stand nude before them.

"Is there room for me there?" She asked.

Etru reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into a hug. Gharol wrapped her arms around the dragoness and her sister, moving her hands down to her sister's ass. She gave the rock-hard ass a squeeze. Sharog jumped and grunted, looking at her sister, "That's the wrong ass, sis!"

Gharol laughed, "Sorry. I got a little excited."

Etru chuckled, sandwiched between the orc beauties, "There's no chance. You want your sister."

Gharol pulled back and roughly pinched the nipple of the golden lady in front of her, "You shouldn't speak to your masters that way."

Etru gasped then smiled, as she grabbed Gharol's hand and moved it away, "Oh no. Today is a special occasion for Sharog. Today is all about her. She should get to dominate both of us if she chooses. Or just me and you can do whatever." She left off with a chuckle as she spun to the orc that had gone back to sucking her neck.

Etru reached up and pulled Sharog's head down, locking their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. Gharol stepped back to the bed, sat down, and started stroking her cock. She watched her sister and the dragon with a smile. Before either orc had noticed it happening, Etru had stripped Sharog bare and started trailing her claws over her smooth green skin. She pulled away, silently pushed the orc to her knees, and walked around to her back. She removed a single claw cap and used that claw to mark the orc's back.

"Uokin, you've been a dear friend of mine. I mark you with two draconic symbols. The first marks you as a friend to all dragonkin - No dragon nor related species will ever harm you if you present this to them. The second marks you for the protection of the draconic goddess. With this, I pray for your safe return from battle. Go with the blessing of the Draconic Goddess."

Gharol watched in mild envy as her sister was marked. Etru walked over to her and pulled her by the hand to her knees. Etru held her claw up to Gharol, "You are my friend's sister, Otokin. I offer you the same marks of protection as I offer her."

Etru etched the symbols into Gharol's chest, just below her collarbone, drawing a fine line of blood. Then she walked back and repeated the symbols on Sharog's chest, in the same position.

Etru stood between the sisters and spoke aloud, "Draconic goddess, offer your wayward child your blessings for these two. I recognize them as equals, worthy of protection. Lady Mina, please ensure their safe return from battle!" As she finished speaking, she clapped her hands once and bowed her head to a statue on the wall that neither orc had noticed before. It was of a beautiful woman with wings and a tail, surrounded by dragon symbology - tails, wings, horns, and scales. Sharog noticed that it looked strikingly like Etru herself.

After a moment, Etru raised her head, "Alright. Shall we get to why you both came here today?"

The orcs stood and Etru saw that they both had tears in their eyes. "What's wrong you two?"

Gharol spoke first as a sob racked her sister, "W-we didn't know that you thought so highly of us."

Etru tilted her head to the side, "What do you mean?"

Sharog spoke up, "You called me Uokin and her Otokin. That's Orcish. Didn't you know?"

Etru smiled, "Of course I know. Uokin roughly translates to sibling of the sword. It means I view you as an equal, worthy of recognition. Otokin roughly means the same but is used for younger individuals who aren't quite equal of strength but are equal of value. Also used when respect should be shown but a value is yet to be determined."

The orcs both nodded, as they shared another hug with the dragoness, thanking her profusely for the marks she gave them.

After another few minutes, they started to calm down. Etru grabbed Sharog by the hand and led her to the bed. She laid down, pulling the orc on top of her. Sharog's futa cock rapidly grew to full strength. Etru licked her lips as the orc lowered herself on top of her, and positioned her cock at the dragon's dripping wet entrance. She sank down into her, her hips flush against the scaled woman.

Sharog started to move her hips up and down, causing the dragoness beneath her to grunt and moan softly. Etru wrapped her hands around Sharog as she slowly thrust in and out of her. Etru pulled herself up enough to gesture for Gharol. The younger sister walked up behind Sharog positioned herself and thrust into her wet folds. Sharog gasped in surprise, tried to give a half-hearted objection, then decided better of it and accepted her place as the center of the sandwich. Sharog relaxed slightly, allowing Gharol to set the pace. The younger sister started slow, before speeding up. Sharog matched her sister's pace, pumping her cock in and out of Etru as she herself was pumped in and out by her sister.

Etru threw her head back, arching her back off the bed as she moaned. The orcs both grunted and started thrusting even faster. Sharog had closed her eyes and was trying to keep her focus on the dragon beneath her, but it was becoming increasingly harder with each passing moment. Gharol was trying to concentrate as well, but the sight of her sister pounding herself into the dragoness' was quickly bringing her to orgasm.

Gharol wrapped her arms around her sister from behind. One hand went to her sister's tit while the other went to the dragon's. She grunted, increasing her speed. Sharog was the first to finish, the dual sensations of a tight pussy around her cock and a large cock in her own pussy sent her over the edge. She pumped her friend full of cum. Etru, a master of sexual satisfaction slipped down and pulled her futa cock into her mouth, taking it all the way down her throat as her tongue slid out and licked across her opening as it was penetrated by the younger orc sister.

Gharol gasped as she felt her older sister clamp onto her rod, then the surprise of feeling a tongue lapping at where she was joined to the futa pussy was the final straw. She pulled out and unloaded her spunk onto both people in front of her, her sister's ass and the dragon's tits getting covered.

Etru moved her hand to her tits, spreading the cum thinly as she trailed down to her dripping folds. She scooped some cum out and held it up. Gharol got the hint and knelt down behind her sister. She licked the dragon's claws clean, then moved up and started licking her sister's slit.

Sharog tried to hold back, but the tight throat her cock was buried in and the tongue playing at her hole both set her over the edge again. She grunted, her legs threatening to give out as she twitched and sent another load straight to Etru's stomach. She pulled out of her throat and Etru smiled at her before moving over to her sister, licking the cock clean.

She got back onto the bed and looked between the sisters, "So, ready for round two?"

Sharog shook her head as she tried standing, leaning against a dresser, "I don't think I could if I wanted to... I knew you were good, but FUCK! Etru that was a whole different level! Having my sister fuck me like that was..." She sighed heavily as she tried to think of the words.

Gharol finished for her, "Heavenly?"

Sharog just nodded, then fell to her knees, her legs finally betraying her as waves of pleasure continued to radiate through her body. Etru rushed over and helped her onto the bed.

"Etru... Why'd you have me do that anyhow?" Gharol asked.

Etru smiled at them, "Quite simply... You're not related by blood. Orc tribes rarely are. Marriages take individuals from the tribes they were born into more often than not. You use the common word 'sister', as there is no direct translation from the orcish word Dyall, to describe any females from the same tribe. Orc tribes are viewed as incestuous because of this, but it's merely a matter of mistranslation."

Both orcs looked at each other, then back to her. Sharog finally managed to catch her breath a little, "How do you know so much about orc culture? We've never discussed it so much. And how can you speak orcish, for that matter?"

Etru shrugged, "I've never told anyone this, but back during my days as a dragon, I took an orc tribe under my wing. They provided gold for my hoard and meat to sustain me, and I provided them protection and news of where good hunting and local dangers were. I learned a lot from watching them."

Both orcs mouths dropped open as they realized something, "YOU?! YOU'RE GILDDRAC?!"

Etru smiled knowingly at them, "Why do you think you both get along so well with me?"

Gharol moved from the chair she had taken, to kneel in front of her, "Please forgive me for my brashness in-"

Etru reached down and lifted her face, locking eyes with her, "Don't. I'm not her anymore. It's been nearly two hundred years. I've fallen in love. I can't even change back to that form. If I could, I'd happily take my place as your tribe's guardian again, but... well, I'm stuck like this and I don't rightly know why..."

Sharog had a thought occur to her, "Switching subjects, can I ask why that statue of your goddess looks like you?"

Etru looked at it, "It's a dragon thing. Our goddess isn't some ethereal being like most races. She was a real dragon, over ten thousand years ago. She had been able to freely change between her dragon form and her human form. Only a handful of others have been able to. They're known as the draconic blessed. She was powerful too. We share stories with our young of her wiping out whole countries - a feat no other dragoness or draconic blessed has been able to match. She lived to be over a thousand years old at the time of her presumed death - unheard of by our standards. Most dragons only live to be seven to eight hundred. The healthy live to see eight-fifty. As for why my statue looks like me... It's believed that any dragon capable of taking humanoid form is made in her image - it's a superstition, since other dragonesses don't look like me, but still. It's hard to break tradition sometimes."

As she relayed her story to the orcs, they stared in awe. "She sounds amazing!" Sharog exclaimed.

Gharol agreed, nodding, "I would've loved to meet her!"

Etru chuckled, "Well, our stories say she didn't like any race besides her own. She killed any she so much as perceived as a threat. She's actually the reason dragons are viewed as dangerous nowadays. We're actually very kind and caring. But people come to us to slay us, so we're forced to fight. It's a self-perpetuating stereotype..." Etru's voice dropped as she finished speaking.

The orcs crawled up to hold her. They all laid back and cuddled until nightfall when there was a knock on the door. The brothel manager cracked the door to see the three of them snoring softly in a cuddled heap on the bed. She chuckled and softly closed the door.

***

The following morning, Sharog woke up, stretching. She noticed a large puddle of drool on the bed where her head had been lying. She quickly reached over for her shirt and wiped her face off.

As she did so, she woke up Etru and Gharol - The first stood and stretched while the second groaned and rolled over.

Etru smiled as Sharog hurriedly tried to clean the drool, "Don't worry about that. You seemed comfortable. Like you really needed the rest."

Sharog hung her head, "I'm sorry, Etru. I didn't mean to soak your bed."

"Laundry gets done daily. That's why I spend so much time out and about."

Sharog looked at her, "Daily?"

"Wouldn't be hygienic if we let some of our customers 'filth' remain multiple days. My bedding isn't too bad, but some of the other girls' are caked by the day's end."

Gharol groaned and stood up, "FIIIIIIINE!! I'm up because you two won't stop yapping!"

Etru smiled and walked over to her, planting a long kiss on her lips, "Better, sweetheart?"

Gharol blushed, "uh... yeah..."

Sharog shook her head, "She's never woken up this early or so sweetly."

Gharol glared at her sister, "Well, perhaps if someone didn't insist on throwing water on me every day!"

"Well, if you didn't insist on sleeping until the sun is riding high, I wouldn't have to."

Etru laughed, "You two may not be blood-related, but you definitely bicker like blood sisters!"

They dressed and went down for breakfast. Afterward, Etru said her farewells, promising she'd be at the wedding later that day.

She turned and walked through the market, looking for a good gift for the orc couple - She didn't know Sharog's fiance, but she knew orcs well enough. They liked good weaponry, so she made her way to the blacksmith.

After a few moments of browsing, She got the smith's attention, "Excuse me, good sir, but I don't see anything worth a wedding gift out here."

The smith grunted, "And what's your relation to them?"

Etru thought for a moment. She couldn't just say she was the tribe's former guardian, but she felt that calling Sharog a friend would be understating it. She decided, "She's Uokin to me."

The smith tilted his head, "An orc? A sharp stick with a rock tied to it should be fine."

Etru grew angry. She walked up to him, lifting the heavyset man from the ground by his collar, "Let me tell you a little something here, boy! You will not disrespect my friends like that, or I'll give them a garter made of your guts!"

The smith stammered, trying to find his words as the tiny woman lifted him easier than he did his hammer. The forge light grew bright momentarily, allowing him to see her horns and wings clearly.

"M-m-my ap-p-pologies!" She dropped him, and he grasped his throat, checking for damage. He stood and led her to the back, "I have special weapons back here. I didn't realize it was you, Lady Etru. You're a legend in this town."

Etru nodded, "I know. I shouldn't have to throw around the weight of my reputation for my friends to be shown a little respect. They aren't the savages you think, just because they prefer to live without taxes and city law."

The smith nodded, "My apologies... I'm not used to dealing with orcs. I only know them by reputation. I've heard that word you used before by sailors." As he finished, he pulled up a sword. Etru took it by the handle and looked it over. It was flawless. Not a single mark on it, beautifully polished, and sharper than even her own claws, she was certain. It had a silver blade tinged grey, with gold inlays running down the fuller.

The smith spoke, "The gold is enchanted, making it as strong as the surrounding blade. The blade itself is made of a new steel from across the waterwraith expanse. It's my masterpiece, and one I had hoped to fund my retirement. Please, take it. As an apology."

Etru shook her head, "No need. I'll buy the sword from you, but I need another of similar quality. For the groom. I'll pay for both. Business should be fair - my issue with you is personal, not professional."

The smith nodded, then turned and held a finger to his chin, thinking. He nodded again then walked off. He opened a chest and pulled out another blade, no scabbard. "This is one I had never planned to sell. I forged it for my son, but... well, he wasn't able to make proper use of it before his life was ended. I just got it back last week. The scabbard had been stained with his blood, so it was burned with his body. The sword, however, is enchanted to never dull. It stores vibrations and reverberates them back, enhancing them and effectively increasing its cutting power."

Etru took the blade and held it up to the light. The blade was bright purple, with a golden handle and a red leather hand wrap.

The smith walked over and hauled up a scabbard, "this should fit it well enough until the groom can get one custom-made."

Etru took the scabbard and slid the sword in. It was a loose fit, but snug enough to not fall out. She reached under her dress and pulled out a sack of coins. She set the full sack on the counter, "There's two large gold in there, plus a dozen silver. Would that be enough?"

The smith's eyes lit up, "That's actually more than I would've asked if it had been a normal sale!"

"Keep the rest as an apology. I let my anger get the better of me earlier."

Etru left the shop, spread her wings, and flew off to find the tribe, carrying the swords in her arms.

***

She set down just outside the tribal gates - a quickly assembled hodgepodge of wood and stone. She looked around and realized that she arrived before Sharog and Gharol. She stood there, waiting. Eventually, they walked out of the woods. They saw Etru standing there and did a quick double take towards where they had come from.

"You forget I can fly?" She asked in flawless orcish.

They laughed and walked up, "Yes, I did. And actually, I forgot you could speak orcish there for a moment."

A male orc walked up behind Etru, "Is this the famous Dragon whore?" He asked in orcish.

Sharog went to reply before Etru replied in common, "Indeed, I am the 'dragon whore'. Or... " She switched to orcish without missing a beat, "Perhaps you'd care to kneel and call me 'your highness'."

The orc looked shocked as she replied to him directly, "My apologies, I didn't know-"

Etru cut him off, "That I can speak orcish? Perhaps you should expect more from a race that lives five of your lifetimes before they're even considered a true adult."

The male bowed his head to her, as Sharog spoke up, "Etru... This is Nash, My husband-to-be."

Etru smiled politely, immediately switching gears, as she held out her hand, claws spread wide in the standard orc greeting.

Nash had a moment of confusion as she greeted him properly, before replying in kind, grasping her hand, their fingers interlocked.

"It's nice to meet you, Nash. I hope you'll take good care of Sharog. She's a dear friend of mine, and I'd be remiss if I had to hunt you down for hurting her."

Sharog brought her palm to her face, sliding it down. Nash gulped hard, before Etru continued, "Just kidding. I know orcs are allowed their own choice of mates and Sharog wouldn't have chosen you if that were a real concern."

Nash let go of the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, as Etru held out the silver-grey sword to him, "This is for you. A wedding gift. May it find you life in death, and bring you glory in battle."

Nash's face grew into a look of awe as he took it and drew the blade. Orcs had long since discovered metal working on the same level as humans, but while humans tended to air more towards artistic, orcs stuck solely with functionality - and they rarely held enchanted items, and never ones they hadn't taken from a fallen foe. Nash felt the weight, which was perfectly balanced, making it feel like it was dancing - a true extension of his arm. The blade thrummed through the air as he weaved it through a quick trial.

He bowed again to Etru, "Thank you for this gift. I'll treasure it until my own skill fails me."

As he finished the orc's standard reply, Etru turned to Sharog and handed her the remaining blade.

The orc took it and had much the same reaction. She marveled at the beauty of the blade. Etru explained the enchantments to each of them, as they walked through the ramshackle village. Etru looked around with guilt - under her, the tribe had grown in prosperity. They had actual wooden houses and steady sources of food. In the time since her departure, they had apparently fallen back into their nomadic ways.

They approached the shaman, who had been waiting patiently. Sharog walked ahead, catching up to Nash. Etru knew from prior experience orcs didn't usually stand on ceremony. Their weddings were quick, symbolic only of the couple being married pledging themselves to each other, and little else. When daily life might require you to fight, move, or die, you didn't have a lot of time for long, drawn-out ceremonies.

Etru saw Sharog turn and pull Nash in for a deep, passionate kiss, then held him at arm's length as the words she spoke came back to her.

"Fare thee well, my love. May our children grow strong and brave."

Nash replied in kind. They each held out a hand, which the shaman promptly cut with a knife. They drained their blood into a goblet, which the shaman spoke a few words over, then dumped into a hole in the ground.

The village erupted in cheers, and that was that. Sharog was married. Etru wiped a tear from her eye as she remembered when she'd first met her friend - She had been out in the woods when she happened across a young orc girl who had broken a leg trying to climb a tree. She had carried her back to the brothel, where the healer repaired her leg. After that, she had visited regularly, the visits only turning sexual once Sharog had come of age.

***

Later on, the village was celebrating, with Etru seated at the head table, to the right of the bride. A man - a human - approached her and set a goblet of alcohol in front of her.

"Aren't you a sight to behold in the midst of this village of green," the man said, dangerously close to insulting his hosts.

Etru couldn't properly see him, due to the fire behind him, but she recognized the voice, though she couldn't quite place it.

She stood, chuckling to himself, and walked off. Etru kept her eyes on him. He walked around the fire and turned back to face her. When she saw her face she audibly gasped. She stood and rushed over to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him away.

She led him a short way into the forest before turning around and wrapping her claws around his throat, "Who the fuck are you?!" She hissed, trying to keep the sound low so as to not be heard by the orcs.

"M-my name is Jack! I'm a traveling trader. I brought the liquor they're drinking for the wedding!" The man stammered out.

After a moment to decide he wasn't lying, Etru released him, "I'm sorry... You look and sound like my husband... But he died years ago."

Jack took a moment to collect himself, then he set his hand on her shoulder, "He must've been a lucky man, to have a wife so loyal. You're Etru, correct? I spend a lot of time in the city. I've seen your posters around. They say you only accept female clients."

Etru nodded, "That's true."

Jack thought for a moment, "Hold on... If your husband died, why are you still a dragoness? I thought you all changed back after raging."

Etru blushed slightly, "Well... I don't really know why I'm still in this form. Normally we do change back. And the rage is only if they're killed. If it's a slow death, like old age, then we can accept it beforehand and not rage."

Jack nodded, then pulled her into a hug, "I'm not him, but clearly something is missing. Use me. Tell me anything you left unsaid to him. It'll never go beyond you and I, I promise.

Etru was shocked as he hugged her - She hadn't felt the touch of a man in so long, as she didn't count the unwelcome gropes of sailors hoping to change her "female only" policy. She couldn't hold herself back. She broke down, crying, talking to the man as if he were her long-dead husband.

"Why'd you have to leave me, Bard!? I wasn't ready! I knew it was coming, but FUCK I miss you so damned bad!" She cried into Jack's shirt.

Jack stood there stoically, accepting everything she said, as he brushed his hand over her back softly.

"Why do humans age so fucking fast?! There's just never enough fucking time in their whole lives!!" Etru started crying and yelling louder, no longer caring if she was heard. She weakly beat her fist against Jack's chest as she sobbed. Her legs gave out, pulling them both to the ground. Sharog ran up, but Jack hushed her before she got a word out. She stood there, listening to her friend sobbing.

Etru continued quieter now, "I miss you, Bard. I pray that humans and dragons share the same afterlife... I can't wait to see you again, my love..."

Etru looked up at Jack, her eyes lost in the past. She saw only Bard sitting there, holding her.

Jack wasn't sure what to do, so he replied as he thought a loving husband might, "I miss you too. I know you'll join me one day, but please, let go and live the rest of your life well. Don't join me too soon."

Etru reached up and caressed Jack's face before she lifted up enough to kiss him. As she pulled back, she whispered, "Goodbye, my love. I love you and I miss you..."

Jack felt tears welling up in his eyes, not being able to bring himself to speak. Etru closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest for a few minutes until she calmed down. She looked up at Jack, once again seeing him. She noticed a small detail - He had green eyes, and Bard had always had blue.

She quickly stood and fixed herself, causing Sharog to rush over to her, with Gharol right behind her. As Jack stood, Nash walked up and grabbed his collar, "I knew we shouldn't have trusted a fucking human!" He spat in orcish.

Etru broke away from her friends as she placed a hand on Nash's arm, "No. He helped me. I never actually got the chance to say goodbye to Bard. I wasn't even able to bring myself to say his name all this time... I accepted his death, but I never got to share his final moments. Jack here helped with that. He's the only one who could. He looks just like him," Etru looked to Jack, "Except your eyes. Bard's were blue. But thank you. Please, don't tell anyone in the city about this. I could lose a lot of reputation if it was found I'd been crying in the arms of a male, no offense."

Jack smiled, "None taken. I'm happy to help."

Etru started to walk away, but Sharog stopped her, "Wait, what's that!"

The dragoness looked back at her, "What's what?"

"You've got a similar mark on your shoulder to what you put on us. But yours is a diamond, rather than a circle."

Etru gasped, then closed her eyes she felt a tingle deep within her soul. After a brief moment, she ran off into the woods. The orcs and Jack tried to follow, but she took flight. As she soared higher and higher, she called up her magic. She felt something new yet familiar, something old but fresh. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. She expanded out, her tail growing larger and larger, her wings fluttering out to a massive span. Her face grew longer and her neck more serpentine. She looked down and saw her tiny human frame had changed back to the lithe, serpent body of a dragon - her dress replaced by armored scales. Joy filled her as she flew in circles, hollering in wonder.

"WOOO-HOOO!!!" she screamed, her voice deeper - that of a dragon.

After a while, she landed back outside the village where she was met by the entire village of orcs. Sharog walked up cautiously, "Etru... Is that you?"

Etru's eyes sparkled more than her scales ever did in the whole time Sharog had known her, "Yes! It's me! The real me! I'm a dragon again!"

Sharog wiped a tear away and placed a hand on her snout, "I'm happy for you, Etru. Does this mean you'll be leaving us now?"

Etru sighed, "No. I've still got things to do. I'm not really a dragoness anymore, but neither am I a full dragon. That mark is similar to the one I gave you. But the diamond outline means that I'm a Draconic Blessed!"

Sharog and Gharol looked at each other with barely contained excitement while the others all shared a look of confusion.

Etru took a deep breath and willed up that same magic. She began to shift, reverting to her human form.

Everyone stared in wonder, as she explained, "I can change at will now!"

The shaman pushed his way through the crowd to the dragon, "You... You are GildDrac, no? Dragon of the golden scales and guardian of orcs?"

The orcs began to whisper among themselves as she replied, "Yes, Indeed I was. Once, long ago."

The chieftain raised his voice, "DOUBLE THE PARTY! DOUBLE THE BOOZE! NO SLEEP! HONOR NASH, SHAROG, AND OUR LADY GILDDRAC!!"

The orcs all roared in agreement with the extended party. Etru smiled, tears falling freely. Everyone made their way back to the party, save for Etru, Sharog, Gharol, and Jack.

Sharog and Gharol each gave her a hug and congratulated her, then turned to rejoin the party.

Jack walked up, "I suppose I should feel honored that I could help you out, Lady Gilddrac."

Etru shook her head, "I'm grateful you were willing to help, Jack. And please, it's Etru. They call me Gilddrac, as it's been two hundred years since I was their guardian. I assume they forgot my name and only remembered that I had been a Golden Dragon. Shorten that over time via verbal stories, and voila, I'm Gilddrac."

"Then how'd you know you were the one they meant?"

Etru smiled and caressed his face, "Orcs tend to live on whatever they find. Dragons like to hoard things. It's... Not really a correlation that speaks to working together, if you get my meaning. I'm the only gold dragon to ever stand guard for orcs. Likely the only dragon of any color to do so."

Jack placed his hand on hers, before leaning in and kissing her forehead, "Well, we should get back to the party. They're going to wonder where we went."

Etru shook her head, "Not yet. I want to properly thank you. The reason I only ever accept women clients is that I wasn't able to get over losing my husband, so it always felt like taking a male would've been cheating. But thanks to you, I've worked beyond that. If you'll have me, I'd like to give you what many men only dream of, Jack."

She stood on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his lips, then led him into the woods. She removed her dress, spread it out on the ground, and laid back on it. Jack smiled, "You know, I didn't do it for thanks. I just can't stand seeing a lady in distress."

Etru used her tail to push him towards her, causing him to stumble. He caught himself before he hit her. She wrapped her legs, arms, and wings around him, "Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to take your prize?"

Jack grinned and kissed her once more, before undoing his belt and pulling his rod out. Etru looked down and sighed, "My god... You're his clone, even down to your cock! Except for those eyes. Those beautiful green eyes, Jack."

Jack smiled as he lowered himself between her thighs, slowly entering her. She moaned softly and gently gripped his hair, "Oh gods, yes. Just like him. Feels like I'm back home..." She closed her eyes and she saw her old house. She heard her kids playing in the yard as she and her husband made love for the last time. He had been old, but still had some power. It had been three days after that he had fallen ill. She opened her eyes and stared into Jack's, getting lost in them.

Jack watched as she closed her eyes, knowing she was reliving a fond memory that she hadn't revisited in years. He stayed silent, allowing her to do as she pleased. She opened her eyes and stared into his for what felt like an eternity.

"Jack, harder, please."

Jack smiled and obliged, thrusting faster and harder into her. She came shortly thereafter, her juices flowing freely around his member. He pulled out and lay down next to her.

"Jack, you didn't finish."

He smiled at her, "No, but you did."

Etru groaned and rolled over, sitting on him, her slick folds splitting on the underside of his member. "If you won't finish inside, I'll make you finish on your chest."

Jack laughed, "Not on this shirt, please! It's my best one!"

Etru laughed, leaned down, and kissed him again, before she slid up, then back, letting his throbbing dick enter her again. She lowered further, softly biting his neck, then his shoulder as she moaned and groaned, riding him faster and faster. She felt his body clench up, then he released inside. She stopped moving and just lay on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his softening cock inside of her.

After a few moments, Jack asked, "I guess you're tired?"

Etru shook her head, "No. But this is wonderful. I haven't felt like this in ages. I don't want it to end. Besides, you filled me up. If I get off now, you'll get drips all over your favorite shirt."

Jack chuckled, "You can lay there as long as you want, Etru. Take your time."

A little ways away, unknown to Etru or Jack, Sharog, and Nash had been watching, slowly and quietly consummating their marriage.

Nash was thrusting softly into Sharog from behind, as she gripped a tree, as both watched the erotic scene before them.

Nash leaned in and whispered in his wife's ear, "I'm glad you're not a prude. I love watching others."

Sharog smiled over her shoulder at him, "And I'm glad you're not bothered that my cock is bigger than yours."

Nash kissed his wife's shoulder sensually - a rarity in orc lovemaking - before whispering, "Don't tell anyone else. I want that sexy rod all to myself."

He reached around and slowly started stroking his wife's cock as he filled her womb with his seed.