Wet Bath

Dezicra groaned as she made her way through the Westmeyer woods. Pushing aside brambles and branches, she made her way to a sacred and secret place deep within. Her body felt weak, and her bruises and cuts weighed heavily on her posture. The battle had been fierce, and many orcs of her tribe had fallen to the human skirmishers they’d met, but when the last blow was struck, the Bad Moon orcs were victorious, albeit at a heavy price.

Taking her leave from her clan-mates, Dezicra set out for the one place she knew that could offer her weary body comfort and relief. Deep within the Westmeyer woods lay a secret place, where only those like her were welcome, and safety and serenity were afforded as well.

The baths were impossible for any male or female to find, protected by an age old spell that had stood fast the test of time. Only a futa like her could find their way to them, and once within the confines of the sacred place, regardless of race or faction, all were welcome as equals and all hostilities were left behind. Thus was the way of The Baths of Cum.

In truth, the natural spring, which bubbled up from deep within the core of Azeroth was not that which it drew its name from, but instead a pure white mud with incredible healing and regenerative properties. It’s texture and warmth, combined with a tangy-sweet taste made it all but indiscernible from the wet creamy sauce that most like Dezicra craved, however, so the name had been chosen accordingly.

At a statuesque six foot two inches, her dark grey-green skin smooth and perfect but for a handful of delicate scars, (Thanks much to her often visits to the baths) Dezicra was an Amazonian goddess among her tribe, and save the color of her skin, and the telltale up-thrust tusks as the corners of her full and luscious lips was oftentimes given a second glance by humans and elves alike. She wore her long black hair wildly down her back, loose strands cascading across her forehead and cheeks, held there by the wet sheen of sweat that coated her entire frame. Her eyes were golden; almost luminous and glowing even in the daylight, and her body the picture of athleticism and sexual perfection.

Dezicra’s bottom, thighs, and breasts, despite her muscled frame, were voluptuous beyond belief, and her curves were a thing of awe and desire to both men and some woman alike. Beneath her knee length banded skirt, and tied gently along the inside of her thigh however, was a secret that Dezicra had kept hidden from all but those closest to her since her youth. Her cock, easily the length of a short sword, and as thick as an apple, ridged with thick throbbing veins, and topped by a bulbous tip that strained the most skilled of jaws was insatiable, and a constant source of discomfort, as well as indescribable pleasure.

During the battle, Dezicra had faced off with a human female, her young nubile body and fiery red hair a sight to behold. She too had been the picture of taught, firm, sexiness, an