The Three Adventurers Pt. 17

Included kinks:

Futa, fantasy, size difference, action, character progress, plot, feats of strength, hyper muscle, mini-gts, romance, public nudity, teasing, female muscle, worldbuilding.

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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Fel's mood got worse with every step.

Not even Lyanne's round ass and mouthwatering muscles swaying before her changed that. Syn made them sneak through empty streets, past the oversized stone houses of the elves who already fled into the inner fortress like cowards. Stone tiles, stone houses, stone statues, literally everything had to be stone it seemed. As if northern elves were too fancy for wood or clay.

Being this close to so many elves without anyone to get her big green hands on was already frustrating enough but watching how horribly rich those little shits were made her pray for her axe.

Even if she'd only be allowed to bash in doors and windows.

Those fuckers put gold on their houses. Made wonderful trees grow alone, with barely any green underneath them, surrounded by that cold stone they loved so much. By the spirits, they even had 'fountains', Lyanne had to explain it to her, just to spray water around in a fancy, elvish way.

Water!

Fel wanted to piss in it so badly, but Syn and Lyanne wouldn't let her. So, she made sure she secretly spat into every single one they passed. Those greedy, arrogant pricks had no idea how it felt to fight for every drop, to share your last bottle so someone else wasn't dying of thirst.

Of course they don't. They were elves.

'Everything' was never enough for them. Not even if they had so much, they had to dress up their houses and themselves in gold. Fel was convinced she couldn't possibly hate elves any more but turned out there was still another level to her disgust.

Obviously, she was thrilled when they left the stupid elvish homes behind. Trees grew freely again, wide space, a wooden palisade rising before them, hidden in the furthest corner of those oversized walls. Looked nice at first, but then Fel was hit with that smell.

The stench of shit and decay filled their noses, and those wooden walls quickly turned dead and disgusting.

"What is this place?" Fel whispered to Lyanne.

"Where Syn used to live," the knight said, covering her nose because of that dark, stinking water running out.

"Wait. She did not grow up in the fancy stone houses?" Fel asked timidly, watching Syn some distance ahead.

"No. This is where they keep humans. And everyone related to one," Lyanne said turning to Fel. "You see why she doesn't like to be called an elf?"

Fel couldn't believe someone like Syn, with all those books and fancy words come from a place even most orcs wouldn't dare to live in for long.

"I had no idea."

Syn gestured the two titanic warriors closer, until all three watched the closed wooden gate.

"What are we dealing with?" Lyanne asked. "Where are the guards?"

"There is no need for them."

"No guards? Really?" Lyanne frowned. "Seems a bit reckless."

"Not when you're certain no human would dare another attempt to escape," Syn said in a sour tone. "The Groveguard made sure to break their spirit the last time they tried. I doubt that lesson will be forgotten for many years."

Fel quietly clenched her first.

"So?" Lyanne asked. "We can just break in?"

"Pretty much, but that will be the easy part," Syn said and turned to Fel frowning. "Something wrong?"

"N-no, why?"

"Not sure. The way you looked at me... must've been my imagination."

Probably not. For she now looked very differently at Syn. With a mixture of pity and mostly shame. For thinking of Syn as just another elf at first. Hard to believe how much had changed in the last few days. And how wrong Fel was back then.

"It is nothing," the orc said, avoiding Syn's stare and looked up that stinking palisade instead. "Let's do this."

Lyanne and Fel broke the bolted door open - the only thing out of metal and not rotting away.

Hearing the loud noise, the humans gathered in the big open space in the middle, coming out from their houses one by one. Fel had envied the humans for most they had, ever since crossing the big rocks. Too much it seemed, for they constantly fought each other over stupid reasons. But Syn's tribe had so little she felt sorry for them.

Their huts, their ragged clothes with dirt and dust falling off them, the sick, hungry faces staring back at her, made Fel realise her own people weren't the only ones suffering under the elves' rule.

"Better stay back, you might scare them," Syn told to the towering orc, which many already eyed nervously.

"Don't take it personally, Fel," Lyanne said, one hand around her shoulder. "They just haven't seen an orc before. Especially not one this big, that's all."

"You too," Syn nodded to the second, impossibly imposing, naked warrior.

Lyanne looked startled. She was surely not used to everyone looking up to her in fear, Fel thought. And found it hilarious.

"Guess they are not just afraid by orcs," Fel grinned. "But do not take it personally. They are for sure only scared of your huge dong and muscles."

Lyanne crossed her bulging arms and eventually accepted the compliment with a sigh that turned into a proud grin.

Syn stood in the centre, while dozens of humans gathered around her. Many stared at her in disbelief, others pointed at Fel or Lyanne, whispering of them as monsters.

"Is that Syndranel?" someone asked eventually.

"It is me," she turned slowly so everybody could see her face. "I have returned not without reason. Where is the elder? I need to speak to him."

Fel's pointy ears stood up with curiosity. She couldn't wait to see a human Elder. For Elders were hugely respected in any orcish tribe. Often the wisest and second strongest besides the chieftain. With great markings and colour covering their bodies. The ones in their tribe even famously wore elvish skulls as necklaces.

She was giddy with excitement, but her enthusiasm was quickly crushed.

A fragile old guy came out, needing the help of another man just to walk. His hair was long and wild, shining almost white in the moonlight. With arms so thin they looked like twigs, like many here. Fel knew what hunger looked like, but he was close to starving.

"Elder Khoren," Syn bowed, but he just kept staring at her.

"Syndranel," he said in a rough voice and looked all over Syn. "You have some nerve to show yourself here."

The murmurs grew louder, many nodding their heads.

"I know I haven't left on the best of terms, but I didn't return empty handed. I came to bring you freedom," Syn said turning around facing as many people as she could.

"They do not look happy to see her," Fel whispered to Lyanne.

"No. It's complicated. They weren't exactly friends for Syn," Lyanne replied.

"But if not them who else is her friend?" Fel asked confused.

Lyanne exhaled and shook her head.

"We are," she said softly. "If her own people can't be."

The human's whispers came from every direction now, growing angrier by the second.

„Freedom?" the elder asked coldly. "You know what you brought us? What price we paid for your escape?"

This time many humans openly hissed and cursed at Syn. Would they have any food they'd probably throw it too. Fel knew from experience humans sometimes did that.

"That... wasn't my intention," Syn said.

"No, but you willingly accepted the consequences of your actions. You didn't have to deal with the Groveguard's steel when they searched for accomplices among us. When they refused us water and food for a week. When they tortured those who your noble father suspected to have helped you."

The screaming and pointing got so furious Fel began to worry. Lyanne already stepped forward but was halted by Syn gesturing to stay back.

"What happened can't be undone as much I wished it to be different," the half-elf shouted, but her voice was almost drowned by the storm of fury. "I came to help you, right here, right now."

"Help us? Is that why you bring a fucking orc?!" one shouted from the gathering crowd.

"Did you bring the army as well?!" others joined in.

"They belong to me, but th-"

Syn no longer got any chance to speak up and was brutally showered with curses and insults.

"You won't stop until you get us all killed!"

Lyanne breathed heavily now, while Fel was just horribly confused.

Why are humans like that?

Why do they always have to fight amongst themselves? Why can't they just work together? Syn was just trying to help. Like she should. Fel heard stories of other tribes rejecting young greenlings out of desperation before, but never like this. Not with this much anger and hate against one of their own.

"Why are they so awful to Syn?" Fel asked.

"Because she's too good for them," Lyanne growled with grit teeth. "This has gone far enough."

Lyanne stepped in, with many humans now screaming at her as well.

"She is just another elf after all!" more than a few shouted.

Fel caught the desperation on Syn's face, the pain of being called another elf. That brought her orcish blood to boil hotter than any desert.

She buried her clenched fist deep into the reeking wood behind her with a deafening thump. Splinters travelled through the air, with a thunderous warcry.

"Hey! What is wrong with you little fuckers?! Syn only came to help! We could have just walked away you know?!" the gigantic orc shouted, wildly gesturing. "If this is how you treat one of your own then YOU are no better than the elves! Shout at Syn all you want, but this is the only chance you will ever get. And if you do not listen to her now, you will sit in your own shit forever!"

Many men had gathered around the elder, ready to fight with what little they had, but everybody listened now. That or they were just shocked an orc could speak their tongue. By the spirits, they all looked like someone literally rode a sandworm past them or something.

"You heard her," Lyanne took up the mantle and shouted just as powerful. "We are leaving in 10 minutes. Make your choice now and make it as one. Because the elves will show no mercy with those who remain here. Time starts now."

The humans looked around nervously at first. Clearly unsure what to say or how to react, until the first started running towards their huts. Many followed until everybody, without saying a single word, rushed for their homes to gather whatever their little hands could lift.

Even the elder who stared at Syn with nothing but disgust, whispered something only meant for Syn's ears and limped away. Seemingly angry of being rescued.

"I will never understand you humans," Fel said to Lyanne.

"Believe me, I don't get us either sometimes," she said and clapped the orc's massive shoulder. "You're getting better with your speeches."

"Really?" Fel said frowning. "I just got angry and punched a hole in the wall."

"Sometimes those are the best ones."

"I couldn't agree more," Syn joined in now that the humans have scattered.

Fel stepped to the side, trying to hide the hole behind her back, but blushed regardless.

"Sorry, I did not want to break your tribe's stuff," she said in a mousy tone.

Syn laid her hand on the towering orc's arms with a chuckle.

"Don't sweat about it," she said and leaned in for a whisper, prompting Fel to do the same. "I owe you one, big green."

The half-elf's big, full lips landed on Fel's green cheek before she could react. The orc blushed, timidly at first, furiously red moments later. No words escaped her, but her heart started pounding like a wardrum.

"How about you two help them? Not that they think your huge arms are just for show," Syn winked, her eyes still drawn to Fel in a way that made the orc feel all tingly.

"Come, Fel. Before you turn into 'Big Red'," Lyanne chuckled and pulled Fel with her, who caressed her cheek like it was about to fall off without her touch.

"Why did she do that?" Fel muttered.

"Who knows, maybe she just felt like it," Lyanne said.

"You ... are not mad at me? Right?"

Fel was cautious in the way she spoke and in showing how much she enjoyed that kiss. The memory of Lyanne wanting to beat her up still burned vividly in her mind from the last time she touched Syn. Although, 'touching' of course meant fucking all night long.

"Not one bit," the knight said and gave the orc the same ravenous stare that got Fel's blood flowing. "Not one bit. Big green."

It was fascinating to see what the humans picked.

Obviously, clothes, food and other necessities to survive. But Fel was more curious what they brought beyond that. They didn't own much, but what little they chose clearly meant a lot to them. Often just the smallest of things. Gifts from the old ones, toys and figures for the youngest. The things that really mattered. Very few grabbed anything they held on because they could trade for gold or anything else.

"Maybe there is still hope for them," Fel thought as she watched the caravan of people following them closely.

They were all too scared to speak, even avoided to make any sound while breathing. Yet, the further they got away from their stinking home the more they sparkled with a new fire in their eyes. Fel couldn't help herself but smile when noticing that.

Syn led them towards the smaller gate, the one facing the big swamp. Barely any guards remained on their posts, for they were all drawn towards the army at the other side of the fortress.

If the elves back home only would've been this careless, she thought. On the other hand, no elf here was born with the constant threat of orc raids. And it showed.

They only encountered burning torches and the rattling of ironskins when they reached the gatehouse. The elder made it clear that they were in no condition to fight, but Fel was not bothered in the slightest. If anything, that's exactly what she hoped for.

Syn, the elder and the other skinny humans waited in the shadows while she and Lyanne got in position. They snuck so close the guard's torches almost reached them. Even if they would, they'd only find two naked giants waiting in total silence... and in Fel's case, with overwhelming excitement.

"Someone looks ready," Lyanne whispered.

"By the spirits am I," the orc gasped, her cock already throbbing in delight.

"Don't get too excited, okay? And don't smash them too hard."

"Heh! Just a little," the orc said eying the knight next to her with lust. "I was so looking forward to doing this."

"Do what?"

"You, me. Naked. Fighting together," the orc said biting her lip, one hand rubbing her shaft. "I want to see if you can use your huge body."

"Please, that's not the gatehouse I cleared, Fel."

"Maybe. But how many without your sword and ironskin... and your huge dong out?"

Fel's tool throbbed at full size now, inviting Lyanne's to join in.

"You can't be helped," Lyanne rolled her eyes but smirked before spanking the orc's fat ass. "After you then."

Armed with the imprint of Lyanne's hand Fel rushed in first. Roaring and shouting, completely taking the elves by surprise. Thank the spirits, there were enough for both. Five each. And it was glorious!

Lyanne and Fel rampaged through them before they could reach for their swords or horns. It was no real fight, but Fel drooled watching Lyanne's muscles bulge when she lifted them up, smashing them into the walls one by one. The orc's punches and throws weren't any less powerful. Strong enough to leave them gasping for air or lose consciousness immediately, but weak enough so they'd wake up again. Sure, most of them would walk funny for a few moons, but nobody told her she couldn't have some fun at least. Fel even knocked one elf out with her dong, spurting pre cum all over the place in the process. Soo good!

"This used to be more work," Lyanne said, barely breathing harder.

"That was amazing!" Fel shouted, dancing up and down, her curves and muscles jiggling wildly. "Come on, you must have loved that too!"

"Maybe ... I can get used to that," Lyanne offered a lustful grin.

"See! I told you; you would make for a great orc!" Fel laughed, her tusks on full display.

She was too occupied staring at that naked, perfectly shaped body before her, she didn't notice it's owner's face darkening.

"Fel..." she said and stared past the giant orc in horror.

Fel turned around and saw one elf standing over the windlass, where all arm-thick cords of rope came together. The one Syn explicitly told them not to damage under any circumstances.

"Don't do anything you'll regret," Lyanne whispered calmly to him and took a step closer.

The soldier was barely able to stand. He was one of Fel's, with blood dripping from his nose and big dents in his ironskin.

He looked like he was about to faint, muttering something in elvish they couldn't understand.

Lyanne took another slow step forward, but the moment Fel fully turned around his eyes shot wide with fear, making him slash out with his sword. A pathetic strike, but enough to make the rope slowly unravel itself, thread after thread. And he was lifting his sword for another.

"Stop him!" Lyanne ordered.

Fel rushed him and blocked his blade with her bare forearm. He was so weak he couldn't even pierce her skin.

With another dent added to his ironskin she grabbed him by the throat and turned around to Lyanne reaching for the tearing rope.

But she came too late.

Both gasped when they could only watch it retreat into the wall and await what followed. A huge crash thundered through the night, shaking the gatehouse, followed by another. The first one sturdy and massive, the other more metallic.

Both warriors grimaced and trembled in total silence. Besides the little fuck's troubled gasps.

"You worthless cumstain!" Fel roared and lifted him off the floor. "I will gut you like a fish!"

Her muscles flared. Her tusks came out. Orcish fire burning in her veins. Even more so than it used to when she just fought for just her own survival.

"Fel! Stop!" Lyanne rushed in.

"Why? He does not deserve your mercy," the orc said, eying the elf intensely. "You have seen what these guys did. I want him dead!"

"What has gotten into you?!" Lyanne demanded. "Why him? What has he done to you?!"

"Nothing to me," the orc growled. "But to Syn and her people."

"Why does that even matter to you?!"

"Because she is in my tribe now! You both are!" Fel shouted back, frustrated by the confusion on Lyanne's face. "I know that does not matter to you northerners. But it matters to me. An attack one of us is an attack on the whole tribe."

The knight stopped before the furious orc, the poor soldier still weakly fighting against that overpowering grip with a blue face.

"You don't have to do this," Lyanne said.

"You do not get it. I MUST do this. For our tribe. And everyone close to you. Even your old tribes," Fel said and was about to snap his neck.

Only a gentle touch on her shoulder stopped her.

"Syn wouldn't want you to take revenge for her," she said softly. "Please, put him down. I'm asking you ... as part of your tribe."

The orc puffed with unbridled rage. Her blood demanded him dead, but by going against everything she knew, she reluctantly put him down instead. Just to swipe him with the back of her hand the next moment and sent him flying into the wall with a loud clang. This wouldn't kill him but would hurt for some time.

"I put him down," she shrugged.

"I guess you did," Lyanne sighed. "And I get what you're saying. But that's not how we do things here in the north. Okay?"

"Obviously not," Fel said and was baffled by seeing the knight smirk. "What is so funny?"

"We're your new tribe?" Lyanne said with a smug grin. "You do really care about us, right? You big softie."

"Nobody ever called me that," Fel said timidly with burning cheeks.

"I'm sure nobody ha-"

The blushing orc was relieved that Syn's voice cut her embarrassment short. Although, she strangely didn't mind blushing in front of Lyanne at all.

"What the fuck was what?!" the half-elf shouted from below.

"The windlass ... and the counterweights," Lyanne answered, wincing like Fel. "And I assume the portcullis."

"FUCK!"

They could hear the humans' bickering and murmurs even from up there.

"What now?" Fel whispered.

"Now we think of something," Lyanne groaned.

"Like what?"

"Let's ask someone who does the thinking part better than us."

The two giants found Syn standing before the portcullis. That's what the northerners called the heavy, sliding doors out of metal bars and spikes, Lyanne explained to Fel.

"Any ideas?" the knight whispered.

"I'm afraid no idea of mine gets tons of asterea-enforced steel off the ground," Syn said.

"Maybe we do?" Fel asked innocently.

Syn only blinked.

"I know you two are insanely strong now, but THAT," Syn pointed at the 40ft tall gate. "That's impossible."

"Now you're basically daring us," Lyanne said before she was interrupted by the sound of nearby horns.

The elves were already closing in, to the complete horror of the humans. Many of which prayed and cursed, already accepting their ends. Only the elder tried to calm them down.

"Fucking great," Syn sighed. "Guess we're out of options then. Let's hope you two are THAT strong."

"Only one way to find out," Lyanne winked. "Care to get sweaty with me, Fel?"

Fel almost squeaked with excitement.

Freedom was within their grasp. The taste of the night teased them through the holes of that 'portculisy' thingy. Which looked quite sturdy up close.

"Ready?" Lyanne asked before she caught Fel's longing gaze. "What's wrong?"

"I always wanted to work out with you," the orc said softly, while the rest of her was hard.

"Guess I found myself a new training partner then," the knight smirked and dug her massive paws in, which made the muscles on her forearms fill with blood. "Together on three. One. Two. Threeee."

Fel's feet sank into the floor, every part of her flexed and roared with supernatural strength. Those fucking elves really had to compensate for something... making their stupid walls so high and gates so heavy!

But inch by inch those shiny metal spikes rose out the ground.

"Holy crap! You're doing it!" Syn gasped behind them, the humans already cheering.

Lyanne and Fel were reduced to incoherent grunts. Redness shooting into their heads and veins popping on their arms and backs. They really had to give their all, but they wouldn't allow some elvish gate to best them.

The horns echoed again, seemingly right around the corner.

"They're almost here!" Syn shouted. "Pull higher!"

"We're trying!" Lyanne growled back.

Both warriors lifted the iron grid above their hips which was enough for the first humans to duck through underneath.

Their hands burnt, their shoulders and arms flared but they held on until the last of Syn's tribe had walked through. She of course had to crawl, with her huge ass almost brushing against the spikes and her bag with books close to being torn open.

Lyanne and Fel pulled once more, pushing the gate as far up as their shoulders, but now came the tricky part.

"You first," Lyanne ordered.

Fel would never go second, but standing next to the knight, watching her back and arms bulge bigger and stronger she had to accept the truth: Lyanne was the strong one now.

And she really didn't mind.

The orc ducked through the spikes, leaving the full weight to rest solely on Lyanne's shoulders for a few moments, making her sink into the stone tiles by a few inches. Fel had never seen someone this gloriously strong.

"Now you!" Fel gasped once she regained her grip. "They are here!"

The first guards already stormed the gatehouse, leaving Lyanne no other choice but to let go and leap forward.

The earth shook when the gate crashed down inches behind Lyanne's feet, leaving the elves stranded on the other side. Many of them cursed and pointed their spears and blades through the iron grit. But Lyanne and Fel just laughed at them. Mere inches away and in total exhaustion, laying on fresh grass, no longer stone tiles. In freedom.

"We fucking did it," Lyanne gasped, catching her breath. "Somehow."

"You did it," the orc said rolled over to the sweaty islander. "That was soo awesome! I cannot wait for our next workout."

Lyanne laughed so hard her abs seemed to grow more refined by the second.

"It should get easier than this," she said, gazing back into those wide grey eyes looming over her with softness. "But that was indeed ... awesome."

Lyanne eyed the orc's big lips with the same desire. And Fel knew the perfect moment had just arrived. She just had to grab it. A moment away from the kiss she dreamed about so many times, an arrow suddenly hit her shoulder, bouncing off as if it hit metal.

"Come on! Do you need to ruin everything?!" she screamed at the archer nocking another useless arrow.

"Let's leave that for later," Lyanne said and hid under the orc.

Stronger than Fel she might be, but human skin was still thin.

"You bet," Fel grunted and spread her arms to shield Lyanne, her heart still pounding in her chest.

Desperate awaiting 'later'.

The two caught up with the humans by the swamp. They were celebrating, with young and old cheering and praising their gods for the rescue. Although, quite a few of them realised it was Lyanne's and Fel's strength that did most of the work. And of course, they remembered Syn, who many now most humbly apologized to.

"We have been wrong, Syndranel. We all must ask for your forgiveness. Me especially," Khoren said and walked up to the towering half-elf. "We wronged you, today and before. But no more. That I swear to you."

The first already pulled at Syn's garment like they could move a woman of her size.

"Only if you can forgive me as well. For my misdeeds... and those of my father," the half-elf said.

"Nothing will outweigh what you did for us tonight," Khoren said and shot his toothpick of an arm into the air and shouted. "Syndranel!"

The humans cheered with him, so loud and for so long, Fel and Lyanne simply had to join in too.

One could tell this meant the world to Syn. She clearly savoured the moment, maybe not with tears or a smile, but her eyes revealed what her heart was screaming out loud. Fel could only imagine what it must feel like to finally be accepted by your tribe after so long.

Completely entranced by their cheers, nobody noticed the shadowy figures approach from the swamp under the veil of night.

"Syndranel, I hear?" a familiar voice said in an amused tone behind them. "I know someone who goes by that name."

The group turned around and looked at the first ranger lifting his hood, just his comrades.

"Kalthorn!" Lyanne stormed forward.

Fel didn't expect her to be this overjoyed. Maybe humans did also value their tent neighbours this highly?

"Good t-"

The islander lifted him off the ground with a bearhug, not caring she was still fully naked. Nor that Kalthorn with his 6'3" decent built for a normal human was nothing compared to Lyanne now.

"You have no idea how good it feels to see you guys," the knight muttered when she hugged him even tighter.

"You're... crushing me..." he whimpered.

"Sorry," Lyanne said and left him gasping for air. "Still have to get used to all this... strength."

"I can only imagine," he grinned and had to look up ... and up. "Gods... you are beyond huge. Fel too."

"Fuck yeah, little one," the orc chuckled.

"I've no way to argue against that now, have I?" he smirked.

"No! Heh!"

"Kalthorn," Syn said as she stepped forward. "What brings you here?"

His eyes widened and he nervously caressed his now wildly grown beard.

"Karstjan sent us to find a passage through the swamps. To find a spot less heavily defended. Just enough for Ser Lundor an-," he hastily avoided the actual question, before Syn stopped him.

"I meant, why are you and the boys here? At the gates of Yarathrond? How did you know where to find us?"

The rangers all exchanged looks, clearly visibly uncomfortable looks.

"That is hard to explain, boss. Maybe Karstjan can find better words than me," Kalthorn said and looked around. "Who are these people?"

Syn turned around and stared into the many shining faces, all their eyes now burning with fire that was gone before.

"My people," Syn said with a genuine grin that refused to fade away.

"Sounds like a hell of a story to tell," Kalthorn said.

"A story best told by a cozy fire," Lyanne winked.

"Yes! With lots of food and drinks!" Fel barged in too.

"Gods, it's good to have you three back."

They returned into a camp preparing for a siege. With trenches being dug, spikes being set up around the tents and baggage train. One can say about humans whatever they want, but they had a knack for war.

Many of the new faces didn't recognize who Kalthorn and his ranger brought in. They stared with a mixture of awe and horror, especially at the two, ten-foot-tall giants - but once their boys spotted them there was no holding them.

Fel cheekily waved into the ever-accelerating roar of voices welcoming them back. Soon the entire camp gathered around them, pulling the new soldiers with them, regardless of if they wanted or not.

Kalthorn led them to the main palisade where Karstjan, Lundor and Gunjon oversaw the construction with Yarathrond looming before them.

They were so sunken into their planning they didn't even notice the groups thunderous arrival.

"No way! My eyes must deceive me," Ser Lundor spotted them first, his huge blue sword at the ready next to him.

"How many more miracles do they have to witness before you start believing in them, my friend?" Karstjan laughed second.

Gunjon was expectingly less graceful in his surprise. He swiped all the scrolls off his side of the war table and sprinted towards them as fast as his rattling ironskin allowed.

"You're back!" he gasped at Syn first, before staring up in awe at Lyanne and Fel. "How?!"

"You aren't the only one interested in that story," Lyanne answered him, towering above the fellow islander.

Both eventually realised his eyes were now literally level with her dong. Her enormous, veiny and still completely free-dangling dong.

"Still found some time to enjoy yourself, huh?" he frowned.

Lyanne looked around and blushed like a little girl, grabbing his helmet and trying to cover her lower parts.

"You will need more to cover that thing up, Lyanne," Ser Lundor laughed.

He at least reached her and Fel's tits still.

Would've someone boiled Lyanne for an hour, there was no way her face could turn this red.

"Seriously, you're getting all flustered NOW? It's not like we haven't seen you guys naked before," Gunjon frowned while watching his helmet.

The constantly murmuring crowd around them groaned louder and nodded in approval.

"But not mine," Lyanne muttered.

Fel clapped the knight's huge back so hard, she almost dropped Gunjon's helmet.

"Do not hide your amazing body. You can show what you have with pride," the orc said flexing, flaunting her own body for everybody to see. "Big girls like us should never feel shy for being huge."

Again, the storm of approving grunts and nods answered them a thousand times.

"For fuck's sake Fel," the knight groaned and eventually noticed everyone waiting and daring her to just give in. "Fine... you perverts."

Everyone mockingly cheered her and applauded just to make her blush even harder.

She handed Gunjon back her helmet, which he held away like she had just come loads in it.

"Nice dongs!" one of the most unique voices echoed.

Brossim and his fiery head emerged from the masses and walked straight up to Syn and the two even greater giants. He kept shrinking until he only reached as high as their balls.

"By the maker's asshair. Just when you think you lasses couldn't get any bigger," he says his teeth shining through his endless beard. "What took you so long?!"

Out of nowhere he pulled a mug of self-brewed schnapps somewhere from behind his red hair and handed it to Fel. Maybe he was a dwarven wizard, able to conjure drinks from everywhere. Even if he wasn't, he was still Fel's favourite.

"I missed you too, tiny one," Fel teased him and emptied his mug with a single gulp.

"You should've seen them," Lundor joined in. "They started digging like they smelled diamonds."

"Who else but us? Your overgrown kind can't even get their pretty little fingers dirty without breaking a sweat," Brossim countered.

Laughter erupted again, Ser Lundor louder than most himself.

Fel had no idea if the spirits had still plans for the guys. But she was glad they were allowed to see them again.

When the entire camp had gathered and their laughter had died down Karstjan stepped forward and reached out to Syn, worries written on his seasoned face.

"What in the forsaken hells has brought you here?" Karstjan asked Syn.

The half-elf held up the bag from her back.

"For once, to right past wrongs," she said while nodding at Khoren and his people before pulling out one of those elvish books. "And for this."

The collective sigh was clearly not the reaction she hoped for.

"All that just for a single book?" Brossim said what many thought.

"Told you we should have taken some gold as well," Fel agreed.

"Don't value a treasure merely by its splendour," Syn said, the book still held up high like a trophy. "There are riches going well beyond gold and lands. For the path we're on this will be invaluable."

"And where will that journey lead you?" Lundor asked.

Syn shared a quick look with her futa companions, asking them for their approval without ushering a word. There was no turning away anymore, nowhere to hide. Yet, they all wanted the boys to know as well. They deserved to know.

"Into the heart of magic. The last bastion of wonder," she said and took a deep breath. "The great forest, the one your people call the Eldarvaald."

A sharp inhale went through the army like lightning. Mostly from the new guys, while Syn's boys took the reveal with a calmness they rarely showed.

"I mean, what good is a prophecy without a McGuffin to drive the plot for our heroines?" Karstjan said sarcastically.

Most seemed to get the joke, but Fel had no idea what he just said.

"Usually, the mere mention of that place comes with shivers," Syn said and looked around. "Humans seem to be much less startled than elves."

"Boss... we kinda already know," Brossim interjected.

"How?"

Lundor stepped forward, stopping mere inches away from Syn, who still stood taller than him. He was filled with fear. Not the sort of fear one might feel before a battle, but one much greater.

"A lot happened after you three left. Something called out to us. At first in our dreams, but soon when we were awake," he said, accompanied with deathly silence. "We could feel it. All of us. Some higher power wanted us to be here. Gave us stamina, and strength, just to reach you tonight."

"What are you saying?" Lyanne demanded.

"That none of us standing here had rested for three days. Not for food, not for drink, not for sleep," Karstjan answered.

"Haven't even taken a piss," Gunjon added.

"We all could feel the presence of ... something ... making us reach you just when you might need us."

Karstjan shook his head and seemingly shrug off some invisible weights.

"You know me well, Syn. I'm no man of faith. But in all my years, I've never felt anything like that. Whatever that prophecy of yours holds, there is no denying somebody or something watches over you three."

The howling wind drowned out an army a thousand men strong.

"The shamans told us stories of warriors being granted strength and stamina by the spirits. Back when we lived in the north, long before the shattering. And long before you humans," Fel said.

"Don't forget us dwarves," tiny Brossim cleared his throat, making Fel laugh.

"We're all witness to magic this world hasn't seen for thousands of years," Syn said and started grinning. "But it must take a truly divine power to make you guys stop stuffing your bellies with fine and food for even a day."

Everybody stared at Gunjon.

"Fockin' hell; what are you all staring at?"

And thus, the roaring laughter was back in full force.

"Now that explains a few things. Like how you found us," Lyanne said eventually.

"No, we only learned that after the battle with Daeron," Karstjan said.

"A battle?! How? When?!" the three shouted.

"Two days after you left. Could've surprised us in our sleep to be fair," Lundor said casually.

"What a fool for not taking into account that we might be alarmed by supernatural powers," Karstjan joked. "At least he led his troops himself."

"Little Blondie leading an army?! Against you guys?!" Fel laughed. "How did the prick do?"

"He stood no chance. Brought maybe a hundred good swords. The rest was made up from any peasant he could muster this quickly," Ser Lundor laughed and smacked Gunjon's back so hard he almost fell over. "It was spectacular! Fireballs, falling trees. Thanks go Gunjon. We barely even had to fight most of the army. Were in and out before most even realised what happened."

"And then you took it up to yourself to ask his banners to join your ranks?" Syn asked.

"Showing gallantry in victory can win more than a few friends. I was reminded of that lesson not too long ago," Karstjan replied to her with a wink. "Truth be told, I believe Hammark is tired of these pointless squabbles. They didn't take much convincing. And besides, we needed their numbers for the siege."

"Still, attacking an elvish fortress with a thousand man? That's bold, even for you," Syn said.

"What better than to retire with your masterpiece?" Karstjan smirked. "As much as it is tempting, we never intended to storm the walls. Only to get you out."

Syn shone with clear pride and Fel was silently just as impressed. Besieging elvish walls took some serious guts. Guts she didn't expect to find with ordinary humans, but this Karstjan and Lundor seemed to be just as tough as Syn's boys.

"Thankfully, it didn't come to this," Syn said. "Although, I can't help but wonder what went through Daeron's head when he realised what was happening."

"True. Also, would've paid a fortune to see Lord Daeron's face when he was up against Ser Lundor," Lyanne chuckled.

Karstjan, Lundor and Gunjon exchanged a cheeky, boyish smirk.

"Maybe we got something for you," the islander winked.

The three were led to the prisoners. There barely any. All peasants wishing to return were set free already. Others preferred to follow Karstjan with the promise of not being wasted on the next Duke's pointless quarrels in a few days' time.

"You know, if you play your cards right you might have a say on who becomes the next Duke of Hammark," Lyanne told the old veteran.

"Who knows. The Landtaag will be assembled soon and decide the fate of Hammark. Obviously with our modest contribution to solving the succession crisis," Karstjan said.

"A victory at the right moment had lifted many common soldiers into Lordship before," Syn said.

"Then time will tell if the moment was right or the victory great enough," he nodded, clearly intrigued by the thought.

Fel watched the prisoner's eyes go wide when they follow her's and Lyanne's naked skin. Until they found someone even more terrified. For good reason.

"Now look at that," Lyanne smirked. "Everything seems to happen for a reason these days."

"Ohhh, hello little poison maker," Fel bit her lip, reaching for her shaft.

Saandras' eyes went wider and wider, his curly hair shaking as he tried to break free or wiggle his way past the rope tied around his mouth. Fel's tool thickening was all the threatening he needed to crumble like sand.

"Strange fella," Gunjon said." Wouldn't shut up. Even after he told us everything."

"Yeah. Sounds about right," Syn asked without taking her eyes off him. "Where did you find him?"

"Travelled with Daeron's army. Not like any sensible merchant would -- mingling with the common folk to barter over the spoils later. This one rode in the close retinue of the duke himself. Naturally, that made me curious," Karstjan smirked. "Turned out he made your acquaintance."

"That's a way of putting that," Lyanne growled.

He screamed and begged but no words made it past the tight rope.

"And? What did he have to say about us?" Syn wondered.

"A lot of things. Mostly where he met you. From there it was child's play to figure out where you were headed. An information he also passed to Daeron, which prompted him to be this bold by the way," Ser Lundor eyed Saandras with grim eyes. "And no mention of any poison."

"Ah. I see. This was an opportunity too tempting to miss out on. Isn't that right Saandras?" Syn asked him, dead serious and without expression. "The sort of gamble that justifies breaking your promise to us."

He shook his head, tears of desperation welling up in his dark eyes.

"What's your plan with him?" Lyanne asked.

"We agreed to ransom him to his Guild's competitors. Someone who's known for paying good gold for Tavieelese Merchants," Karstjan said. "Unless you want him for yourselves?"

Saandras looked like he was about to piss himself.

The three futas glanced at each other but strangely only found indifference. Saandras seemed so insignificant now. Not worthy of wasting another thought on him. They had outgrown him in a hundred ways and had so much more important things on their hands now.

"No, this is as poetic as it gets," Syn said with a huge grin as they left him in the dirt. "I'm sure Saandras is delighted to hear he's about to return to brothers in spirit, who will also stop at NOTHING in their pursuit of profit."

Saandras kicked and groaned but there was no one left to listen to him.

Naturally, Lyanne had to explain to Fel what Karstjan meant with 'competitors'. Sounded like some humans were even more creative than orcs when it came to have their way with prisoners.

"And here he is. The noble Duke of Hammark himself," Gunjon smacked the helmet of the cowering figure chained to a wheel of the baggage train.

Daeron didn't beg like Saandras and stared back at them in mute disgust. Shocked by seeing all three futas that much more imposing and huger in every way - but not broken.

"I told you we would meet again, Daeron," Syndranel told him, but he turned away like she wasn't there.

"Say what have to say, Syn. I won't be humiliated by your words," the tiny lord said in his handsome little ironskin.

"It's well within your power to humiliate yourself," Syn mocked him.

The blonde lord, drenched in mud shook his head.

"I'm sure you had time to reflect on your faults and your conduct," Syn said again, leaning forward.

Only then he returned her gaze.

"Swallow your complacent grin, you freak," he hissed. "Who are you to talk to a Duke like this? You? And your horde of beasts and drunkards."

"It seems beasts and drunkards have proven their worth well beyond some lords," Syn said, making everybody chuckle.

Daeron took a deep breath, his head turning red with fury and the same arrogance he always wore.

Fel noticed his gaze travelling over her body, grimacing and frowning like he was staring at the ugliest of rotten 'wringlers' drying in the sand.

"Careful, Lord Prick. She will bite back if you keep staring," Fel teased by grabbing her meat.

The little lord whispered something under his breath, his head sinking lower again.

"The only mistake I'm guilty of is relying on the sorts of you. Nothing more," he growled.

"If that is the only crime you see yourself guilty, then you'll be surprised by what sort of justice even a Lord can find," Syn said.

"Don't lecture me about things you don't understand!" he snapped. "You've no idea what it takes to rule. To keep your enemies in check. Stomp them out before they overwhelm you."

"Including your own brother?"

"Everybody! Especially those close to you," Daeron said bitterly. "But how could a sellsword understand such a thing. Living day by day without any care in the world. Travelling the land like you own it yourself. You can't even comprehend what I've sacrificed."

Syn leaned forward until her face was level with his.

"Then consider yourself lucky you're stripped of that unbearable burden of yours," she grinned and turned around.

The entire group was about to leave him behind when he rattled with his chains and grunted.

"Lyanne!" he pleaded. "You get it. I saw that. You were the only who understands what Lordship means. What price is demanded of men like me."

Lyanne watched him intensely but nodded.

"They might not listen to what I have to say, but your word will be heard," he continued now that Lyanne walked towards him.

The little lord didn't realise the anger burning under Lyanne's cold expression. Fel knew it herself. This sort of frown, the pulsing vein on her forehead and those piercing eyes were about to become terrifying.

"What do you wish me to say, my lord?" she asked him.

"Only that you stand with me. Like you did before. Nothing more."

Lyanne's face lid up as she squatted down to him. His wandering eyes trying to ignore the mountain of naked curves and muscle before him.

"I can't even describe how much I never stood by your side," she said with a voice that cut like an axe. "I merely hold respect for the people that came before you. Who made your titles and banner mean something. And to who you hold no resemblance, but their name."

Daeron shifted nervously, his confident grin vanishing now that his last hope crumbled before him.

"What... are you saying?" he muttered.

"I will put it in words even a noble mind like you can understand," the islander said and leaned closer. "I despise men like you, with every fibre of my being. Who were given everything to be good and wasted it all."

He seemed to shrink. Long before Lyanne rose to her staggering height, making him seem even more pathetic.

"Anyone born with privileges and riches like you yours should strive to use them for the betterment of your people. To give something back to the world. Try to leave it better. But you are driven by nothing but selfishness, greed and everything your forefathers fought against when they carved out your name."

Daeron could no longer withstand Lyanne's eyes and stared at the floor instead.

In this moment Fel finally understood why Lyanne was this passionate about Lord Prick and all the lordy stuff.

She always thought it was weird humans didn't choose their leaders by strength. But it seems there was a time when they did. And many generations later that was no longer worth anything. Someone like Lord Prick ruled over others much more worthy now. Someone like Lyanne or Syn would have done everything to be good chiefs. To earn it every day. That was what Lyanne wanted from those lords. To earn their power.

So basically, she wanted a true chieftain, Fel thought with a smirk.

"You've hidden your feelings well then. This must have burnt on your tongue for some while," he spat.

"I waited for this moment a long time, my lord," the knight said with a smug grin. "And one last thing."

She smirked as she looked down on him.

"Pray you find yourself at the mercy of men better than yourself. But if there is any justice you will stand before men like yourself," she growled and stomped away.

"There is nothing left to be said," Syn concluded. "Farewell, Daeron."

Gunjon smacked the duke's helmet again, prompting the others to do the same. Fel was the last to tower above him until he lifted his tiny blonde head again.

"What are you staring at, you stupid orc," he hissed.

"Only dead meat," Fel said and smacked him with her dong, flat in the face. "And that's for making Lyanne angry."

The knight waited behind the overflowing baggage train, wearing the most adorable of smiles.

"That must've felt good," Syn said.

"You've no idea," Lyanne grinned. "What now?"

Syn looked around into the many awaiting faces gathered around them.

"Can you two give me a lift?" she asked.

Both huge warriors grabbed one of her stocky legs each and placed Syn on their wide shoulders, making the half-elf stand like a true giantess.

"Listen up, everybody!" she shouted into the camp.

Everybody took a silent breath, all noise swept away as they all waited for their commander's words.

Syn left them waiting and chuckled to herself.

"No siege for you, boys. There are much sweeter things to turn to when we're in saver havens," she said waving at the baggage train. "Where we'll have a feast none of us will ever forget! Thanks to Duke Daeron's generous donation!"

Their cheers thundered through the night, countless times again. For once even overpowering three true giants ... and maybe even the power of the spirits this one time.