How to Train Your Orkhai Ch. 03

The very notion of saying no to that face felt nearly unthinkable to the orkhai, whose conflict nevertheless still raged on. On the one hand, it was undeniably theft. On the other, these drow sounded like they had it coming. And as those dextrous hands brushed down her sides, she finally made up her mind. "...O-okay," Tarai decided, and almost immediately the neko's plush lips blossomed into a victorious smile. "How are we going to do this then?" she asked, curious about the beastkin's plan given how much she thought it through.

"That's easy," Lanica chuckled, taking a step back. "The priestess knows my face, and if she were to see me we'd be in big trouble. Luckily, her bodyguards didn't get a good look at me in the past so they probably won't recognize me, and most importantly - their boss has no idea who you are. You could distract her for a while, and I'll look for the proof of purchase!"

Self-assured and eager as the look in the neko's eyes was, Tarai couldn't help but feel nervous about the whole thing. "But what if it goes... you know, what if you're caught, or she tries to do something to me...?" the orkhai pointed out quietly, worried. "That priestess sounded dangerous!"

"It'll be fiiiine," her girlfriend promised, tiptoeing to kiss Tarai's neck. "No idiot's going to see me if I don't want them to," Lanica mentioned with a boastful little grin as she stepped back. "And while that drow's definitely dangerous, she didn't strike me as all that stupid... Not stupid enough to try and hurt you or even worse when there are so many witnesses nearby, anyway. Just remember, you need to keep her busy for a while - maybe an hour, but the longer the better!"

Alone with a drow priestess, and somehow Tarai had to keep her attention for an hour?! "T-that's... How am I supposed to-"

"You're a clever, strong girl - plenty interesting and easy on the eyes too, if I might add..." Lanica interrupted her with a purr, and once again the orkhai felt her face heat up, entirely unable to resist blushing from the neko's words. "And if I think that, imagine what some sheltered elf from below the earth might think of someone so exotic, hmm? Just listen to this," one of her fingers tapped Tarai's temple, "and this," another finger tapped her chest, just above her heart.

"Maybe I can ask, you know... ask if she needs a guard...?" the orkhai thought out loud, still frightened by the prospect. Still, if Lanica was so sure about it all perhaps it really was the right thing to do... right?

"There we go!" the catgirl beamed. "See, you've got this - don't be afraid to tell tall tales and the occasional lie, and everything will be just fine. Remember that I'm always in earshot if things do turn out too dangerous, alright?" Lanica said, and that thought did help put Tarai at ease a bit.

"I will," the orkhai replied with a determined nod. She was going to give this her best shot, that much was certain.

"Great! I'll be watching from here, then, until you've gotten the priestess' attention," Lanica told Tarai as she quickly looked at the warehouse beyond the corner. "No time like the present, I'd say..."

With a deep breath, the orkhai walked past her friend and lover, onto the square as the sun shone brightly on her bronze skin. Part of her wanted to just stop and give up with every step she took, but Tarai wasn't going to give in to her fears that easily - not when someone was relying on her.

Crossing the square while doing her best to look like she belonged here, the tall girl still couldn't help but feel oh-so-nervous as she walked past some working humans and neared the guards. One of the drow looked her way when the orkhai came close enough and spoke several words Tarai didn't quite catch, but given that her kin were looking at the approaching girl she figured it was a warning of sorts. What she thought were just two drow or so turned out to be a group of six guards, enough to make the orkhai swallow. "Spirits, don't let this be a mistake, I beg you." Not a single one of them looked to be male, curiously enough.

As she steeled herself and kept walking, a seventh drow quite different from the others appeared. Whereas the guards were all clad in mostly uniform armour, she instead wore a robe patterned with various symbols that didn't bare quite as much light gray skin as the armour of her guards, and part of the elf's otherwise white, long hair was dyed with streaks of bright blue. Matching eyes travelled down the orkhai's body, while the drow's lips curled ever-so-slightly. "A stranger, clearly looking for something - or someone," the robed and rather beautiful elf that Tarai assumed to be the priestess broke the silence first. "My dear guards told me they'd seen you and a friend of yours glancing at them for a bit... I take it you're here for us, then?"

"They saw?" the orkhai realized, feeling herself stiffen in place and cursing herself for it. "N-no- I mean, yes!" Tarai stumbled over her words. "We're looking for w-work, and thought you might need help..." she said, uncertain and a bit quiet.

"Do you now?" the priestess asked, a white eyebrow raised ever so slightly. "There is no training scheduled for the moment, but..." Her eyes looked Tarai over slowly once more, and her lips curved into a pleased smile. "You and I should have a little talk in private, and perhaps we can be of use to one another."

Tarai hadn't expected the priestess to leave her guards quite so easily - taken aback for a moment, she then nodded eagerly. "That'd be g-great!"

One of the guards chuckled at the shy orkhai, and Tarai felt her face flush fiercely. She really wasn't comfortable with being the center of attention among so many intimidating elves... "Be nice to our exotic guest - for now..." the priestess chided the guard with feigned seriousness. Then, she turned to face some of the working humans that were lifting a box a few yards behind her. "Tell the others to ignore the southern storage room for now - your presence there is not needed," she commanded the men with a tone of a lady that's used to being obeyed.

"We ain't done there yet," a man that appeared in his thirties answered, somewhat nonplussed. "Don'tcha want it cleared for your pony-stuff, Lois?"

Immediately, whatever warmth she'd held in her expression vanished. "My name is not Lois!" she hissed angrily, putting a hand on a curved hip. "My name is Wae'Amaloyss and if we were in a real civilization I'd have a cur like you whipped for that transgression!"

"'Course, Lois," the human shrugged, and the priestess rolled her eyes in exasperation, stomping off with her heels clicking sharply against the stone while her hand beckoned Tarai to follow, muttering what the orkhai doubted were kind things under her breath. Her guards clearly struggled to hold their faces steady, with some utterly failing to keep a little laugh hidden.

Following the annoyed priestess, the orkhai was lead through a doorway to a large room with more than a few boxes stacked about, cloth sheets covering a few objects on the ground and things on the wall and a large door that wouldn't have looked out of place in a barn, presumably leading to the outside. "The nerve... " the drow glowered as she stopped at a large, mostly-empty table against a wall that was only a few yards high to separate this storage space from the rest of the warehouse. With a sigh, she then looked back to Tarai. "Just so you and I are clear, if you must call me by name, you will call me Amal - not that you will need to."

"And my name's Tarai," the orkhai replied with a short bow. Away from Amal's half-dozen guards, she felt a bit more at ease... although it didn't take her long to remember what Lanica had told her about this dangerous priestess. "...I hope I can keep her distracted for long enough..."

"Tarai... A fitting name, I would say. Not quite like any orc that I have met, but then you are more than just an orc..." the priestess mused, a knowing look on her face. "Orkhai are nearly unheard of in our cities deep beneath the earth - few orcs to breed with, and no drow that would want to risk her reputation like that either." She smoothed out a ruffle in her robe's fabric before she looked at her guest with a faint smile and an apologetic cock of the head. "'Tis nothing personal, of course... My kin is not known for leaving anything they can hurt a rival with unturned."

"And yet she still recognized me as one? Most elves believe I'm an orc at first," Tarai noted, both impressed and a bit stung by the priestess' words - but then she knew orkhai were often maligned among orcs and elves both for looking like the other too much. Even so, the tall girl couldn't help but be rather curious, now that she was face to face with a drow! Besides, any minute spent talking was another minute for Lanica to do her thing safely. "It must be so, well... so different there, without the sun or stars," the orkhai began, studying the silver patterns on the elf's robe more carefully. "What's it like, living in a great city hidden from the surface?"

"Darker, for one," Amal chuckled, but Tarai didn't miss the wistfulness in her laughter. "It may have become easier to handle that horrid thing in the skies, but I will admit I miss the great carved city." The pretty elf put her hands on the table and looked away distractedly. "You surfacers have some impressive settlements, but nothing compares to the great tunnels, the elaborate spires of stone and the hewn squares lit by crystal and spell. The people there know their places - and if they do not, they will usually be thoroughly reminded of their station when their schemes fail. When the time comes for me to return and carry out the will of the Goddess in the ancient temple, I will not hesitate to leave this realm of yours behind..."

Tarai didn't doubt the elf there for a moment. She certainly seemed devoted enough to... to who, anyway? "Your goddess?" the tall girl asked, hoping she wasn't proving herself too ignorant. "Do the drow worship Shallya, or someone else?"

The sheer deadpan way Amal looked back at her made Tarai realize she perhaps wasn't quite right on the money. "No. That paltry bint is not my goddess, and you would be hard-pressed to find any proper drow following her, that much I can promise you," the priestess shared after a long, tense moment. "She-Who-Shrouds cares little for the surface world, so a surfacer does not need to know - besides, I've hardly been able to properly perform my duties to Her anyway, stuck walking underneath those blasted rays of the sun as I am."

"I hope I'm not being too rude, but... how come you are stuck here, then?" Tarai had to ask, the mystery too tempting to leave completely unanswered.

A sigh was all the answer that the orkhai received, and the ensuing silence was long enough to worry Tarai that she might've gone too far. Then, the elf spoke up. "One of the matriarchs and I have had our... differences for a few years now, but it never went further than the occasional sneers and barbs until a few months ago. As I found out when we crossed paths at a prestigious gala, however, she'd blatantly copied my fashion-choices - and that conniving bitch had the gall to call me the imposter and ordered me banished for a year!" the priestess hissed furiously before closed her eyes and breathed deeply once. "We shall speak no more of that, understood?" she asked, although her tone made clear she'd only accept one answer. As she turned back to Tarai, the elf's blue eyes were a bit warmer again. "Now, I believe we wasted enough time. You were looking for work, were you not?"

"Right," the orkhai thought as she remembered the plan, but she wasn't sure of what to say. "Y-yeah, my friend and I needed... you know, some money, and I thought someone like you might be looking for a bodyguardorsomething," Tarai said quickly, rambling at the end. "Spirits, let this work." Nervous as she already was, it only got worse as the drow just inspected her in silence for a few long moments. "I can hold my own!"

"Mhmm, I do not doubt it," Amal replied as she glanced at one of the orkhai's toned arms. When those eyes looked back up to Tarai's face, however, she saw the drow shake her head to her dismay. "But no, your services will not be needed there - my escort is perfectly capable of keeping me safe," the priestess answered, her mind clearly made up.

The drow seemed certain, certain enough to worry the orkhai. "B-but-"

"Let's not waste the time of either of us, shall we?" Amal asked, and from her tone she wasn't waiting for an answer. Despite her refusal, however, the drow's eyes returned to looking Tarai over once more, almost hungry as they stared. "There is something else you can do for me, instead..." she began, her voice huskier than it'd been mere moments ago. "In all my years, I have never had the chance to enjoy an orkhai before, let alone one so pretty..."

"...What?" Tarai answered dumbfoundedly, not entirely sure if she'd heard the drow correctly but Amal's expression didn't leave any doubts that she had, in fact, done exactly that.

"It's been a few days since I last had some relief, and trust me... being around those six does not make it any easier," the priestess mentioned with a smirk as if she was a predator that'd cornered her prey. "You will not be left disappointed..."

The elf's shoes tapped on the floor with each step she took to get closer, but as her light gray hand reached out for the orkhai Tarai jerked back instinctively, her eyes wide. "I-I can't- I have a girlfriend!" she protested, not wanting to even think about betraying Lanica's trust - the neko that had to be nearby!

Amal's smirk faded as her brows raised, clearly unamused by the orkhai's refusal. "Then you have nothing to offer me," the priestess spoke, her words like ice. Turning with a dismissive wave of her hand, the drow walked away, to the doorway. The doorway that led to... "Lanica!" the tall girl realized to her dismay.

"W-wait!" Tarai called out, understanding that there weren't really any other options left for her. The priestess looked back with a knowing half-smile that only grew as she saw the orkhai standing nervous, her gaze cast down as her face burned a bright red. "I'll... I'll do it," she conceded, not at all happy with this outcome but praying that Lanica would get the time she so desperately needed.

"Oh? The orkhai changed her mind? Indecisive as you are, I am not convinced..." Amal teased, her hips swaying with each slow stride. "If you are serious... get rid of those unflattering clothes and show me."

Her hesitation must have been showing, as when Tarai finally worked up the nerves to look at the drow she found the elf's eyes staring back at her, filled with expectation and growing more impatient with every passing moment. "Now," the priestess ordered, a hand coming to rest on one of her own hips.

Knowing full well that it was only going to get worse if she waited, Tarai's hands trembled a bit as they began to undo the ties that kept her garments secured, starting with her shoes and then the top. Glancing at the drow as her bra was bared, Amal took in the sight shamelessly, gazing with an eager hunger at the muscular, feminine beauty of the orkhai. Her trousers followed soon thereafter, leaving Tarai in naught but her underwear, her arms instinctively cradling her near-naked form as if to hide them from the drow, desperately praying that no one else walked in to see her like this. "My, they really are unflattering if that is what you are hiding underneath them," the priestess noted, pleased at the sight. "It's such a shame to hide such delightful legs from the world... but you are not done yet, are you now?" she asked, sultry strides closing the distance slowly.

Tarai didn't dare to stop Amal and risk angering the elf - and by extension, endanger Lanica - even as the drow's arms went behind her back to undo the orkhai's bra, nor when Amal's hands brushed over her bronze skin to explore. The tall girl's breath caught as nimble fingers followed the humble swell of her chest, before unravelling into an involuntary moan when the drow kept fondling the soft flesh and even toying with one of Tarai's nipples. "How adorable," the priestess smirked. "Only one piece left..."

Understanding what Amal wanted, one of the orkhai's thumbs hooked underneath her panties and pulled them down over those impressively flared hips a few inches, and gravity soon took over the rest. "This is... this is not what I was hoping for," Tarai thought, now entirely naked in front a horny, dangerous drow, and she dreaded what could come next - and yet somewhere, deep down, a part of the orkhai was curious to see what'd happen. "Please be done soon, Lanica..."

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Seeing a slender drow command a stark-naked orkhai more than a head taller than herself amused Lanica to no end - and of course, seeing said orkhai obey with no small amount of nervosity made it all the better.

There wasn't much space for the neko, nestled between a few large crates as she was, but it was a small price to pay for the nimble catgirl if it meant she got to watch her plan unfold through a small hole in the wooden wall. "Looks like the elf likes her as much as I did," Lanica noted smugly. Her new friend simply had a powerful body that one wasn't likely to see all that often, but as far as the neko was concerned it was the way said power mixed with Tarai's beauty that really made her memorable. And judging by the eagerness in the drow's expression as she explored the orkhai's impressive form with eyes and hands, Amal agreed.

"W-what now?" her demure 'girlfriend' asked, her voice uncertain. "You've passed the first test, sweet thing," Lanica thought, glad that the orkhai hadn't bolted the moment Amal made the first move on her - it all could've gone so very, very wrong! "How will you handle the rest, though?"

"Tempting as it is to take in the sight for a while longer... I would much rather have some fun now before some fool finds us," the drow purred as she turned away from the orkhai, taking off her patterned robes with a graceful, practised motion, all of her light gray skin bared barring what little of her feet were covered by her heeled shoes. "No underwear? What a naughty priestess," the catgirl watched with piqued interest, although her attention drifted to Tarai. Lanica knew something that the drow hadn't revealed to Tarai yet, and it'd no doubt be the tall girl's first. "What will you do, I wonder..." she asked herself, her tail moving in her excitement.

All it took was Amal circling around once more - Tarai's shocked gasp was like music to Lanica's ears. "Now it gets good..."

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Tarai didn't know what to think. Amal had a... a dick? It wasn't hard yet, but that gray shaft already seemed to hang quite low. "Is t-that...?" she stammered, frozen in place and unable to take her eyes off that large thing.

"A cock," the drow finished for her, enjoying the orkhai's bafflement. "Don't tell me this is the first you have seen?" she asked with an amused chuckle. Considering that the disbelief on Tarai's face was plain as day Amal didn't really need more of an answer. "Pretty, and a virgin too... The Shade's blessed me, it would seem." With a seductive smile, the elf's hands grasped the still-soft base, calmly gliding along the length. "Why don't you take a closer look, hmm?" the priestess suggested affably, but Tarai had a feeling she wasn't asking.