Their survival was largely owed to a stroke of luck. The kobolds must have been marching all night to get to this spot before them and set up an ambush. Dorky and Marpala, riding the stallion Baldwin, were chatting carelessly on the sparsely-wooded plateau. They approached a natural rock gate, where the path descended back into a hidden valley. According to Marpala, it was a half-day's journey over a mountain pass to reach the Orc capital before nightfall. Dorky was entertaining fantasies about what the place and its inhabitants might look like. Meanwhile, their opponents, disturbingly familiar with the terrain, were waiting, perched on the rocks where the pass narrowed. Without a word, they threw nets at them, spitting out several darts from blowpipes, then synchronously jumped down onto the stones to finish them off in hand-to-hand combat. Dorky, who was rummaging in his saddlebags while riding, instinctively shielded himself with the waterskin he was holding. A dart hit the tanned leather with a hiss, and leaking water wet his trembling hands. The horse apparently did not like being thrown at, as it instantly tensed up to jump, avoiding the net. With a scream in some primal language, audible only on the edge of consciousness, Marpala unleashed a small bundle of lightning from her splayed fingers, which, in a flash of flames, wrapped around the projectile intended for her and burned the leg of one of the attackers.
The scents and sounds became sharper all at once, and they perceived reality more clearly, like the air right after a storm. They bulldozed another wretch who was blocking their way, brandishing a sinister trident. Dorky nearly fell out of the saddle, dropped the waterskin from his hands, and clung with all his might to the Orc-woman's back, who squeezed the horse's flanks with her heels and broke into a hellishly risky gallop. Behind them, the gray-haired Thaddeus furiously wove his own spell, but a stone kicked up by the hooves struck him on the chin. The old man choked and fumbled the spell, so instead of the expected, murderous effect, the ground only trembled slightly, and a few fragments of earth and uprooted bushes crumbled from the rock walls. Seeing that they would no longer catch the two riders, he turned his rage on what was at hand. He cursed and howled with fury, running around and delivering solid kicks to his kin's behinds, until his gray hair covered his eyes and he ran out of breath from the exertion. "I'll flay you all alive…" he began, but something bit the side of his neck with a hiss, so he swatted it away like an insect. "What the hell?" He was answered by an amused, evil look and lips moving in a comical, silent mimicry of his words. Someone in the band had had enough of the old man's harsh leadership and expressed it in the kobold way. After a moment, a second dart joined the first, and then another. The betrayed leader spun around and fell flat, shaking as if in a fever. Before the poison could overcome his robust body, his kin were already consensually beheading him with a cleaver.
The two escapees galloped away without looking back. Baldwin took huge leaps, and sparks flew from his hooves when he landed and immediately broke into a run again. They were risking a lot, as a fall at that speed on such steep terrain could cost them all their bones. Marpala, who was still guiding the stallion to some extent, seemed to prefer dying this way to being eaten by kobolds, as she did not let up for a very long time. When they finally burst into the open space of the valley, she trotted around the area and pulled the horse back in the opposite direction from Horimar. Behind the cover of rocks and trees, they found a makeshift shelter. There, they quickly dismounted, and Dorky attended to the panting, foaming animal, while the girl in glasses, taking an observation position, watched tensely towards the exit of the rocky passage they had descended through. "They didn't follow us," she declared. "I'm thirsty. Damn it, Dorky. Did you have to shield yourself with the waterskin?" He looked at her and snorted, and the tension dissipated in the air. "What do we do?" he asked. "Build a trap. We'll drop a big, sharpened stake on a chain on them, and from the sides, we'll pour boiling oil…" "What?" he asked, looking around. "I'm joking. Those little beasts don't have horses, so since they didn't set off right away, they won't catch up to us now. There are regular patrols near the capital, and as soon as the girls spot their ugly mugs, a dozen spears will sing in the air. Our horse is tired and needs a rest, and then we'll just ride away. I'm just worried about our warriors at the clan seat," she changed her tone to a more serious one and took a deep breath, continuing: "You see, Garba surprised me a bit with the scope of her strategy. They went to besiege the camp themselves, but they also staked out the road to the capital, as if she expected such a move from us. It's not a coincidence. She played hard, sending assassins to ambush us at this spot. She's an opponent we can no longer underestimate. She is not only ambitious, she is also a thinker. That's a problem. I wonder what the queen will say." Dorky looked a little baffled by this confession. "Are you trying to tell me that this could all end badly?" he asked, widening his big, bright eyes. Marpala looked angry for a moment. "Boy, of course it could end badly. This is real life in the reality of warring clans. If you thought all that was waiting for you was carrying water from the well, grooming horses, and fucking bored warriors, then it's time to open your eyes… Well, but don't lose hope, because that worried face doesn't suit you, for all the gods!" she added conciliatorily. "Carrying water and fucking," he said, grinning again as if nothing had happened. "To be honest, that's exactly how I imagined my hundred days." "A hundred days, oh yes, of course. Well, time flies, and we actually don't have any, so I thought it was time to check what you've learned about horseback riding." Something in the Counselor's voice made him tilt his head slightly and close his eyes to get a better look at her. Before his eyes, she slightly loosened her belt and parted the flaps of her tunic, under which were blue panties reinforced with leather inserts. The Orc-woman slowly pushed them aside and then began to gently massage herself with a salivated finger, not taking her eyes off the stunned boy. "Get in the saddle. You'll ride backwards, and I'll ride on you. Is it hard enough?"
It was. His penis, sticking almost vertically upwards, was straining against his pants. The stress of the ambush and the uncertain future gave way to an absolute fascination and a desire to participate in the game. He awkwardly climbed into the saddle, and Baldwin restlessly moved his nostrils, but Marpala brought the horse to order with a short sound. Smiling from behind her glasses, she slid her foot into the stirrup, pushed off, and accepted Dorky's helping hand. Without a word, she began to kiss him, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and below, he felt her grab him at the base and sit on him, working her hot slit opening. After a few seconds of intense tension, they groaned in unison, and she mounted him as deeply as possible. A quiet whistle pierced the air, and the stallion began to trot forward. The Orc-woman rhythmically fucked her boy, completely taking the initiative. She pulled a breast out of her shirt and rode her nipple over his lips, eyes, and ears. She looked him deep in the eyes from behind her glasses and sometimes spat closely into his mouth; in a way, it was affectionate, and in a way, it was mocking and defiant. When he was close, she coated her index finger in their shared saliva and, without asking, put it in his ass. Initially, he clenched, and it wasn't very pleasant, but she ordered him to relax. He was completely in her power, obedient and submissive, but his rock-hard penis was wreaking havoc in her body. The Orc-woman's tight cunt hadn't ridden a member of that size in a long time. The situation incredibly aroused her, and she really wanted him to come before her so she could revel in the control and power she had over her lover. Meanwhile, Dorky held on tight, even though she was fucking him hard and fast, and massaging his butt with her finger. She felt dizzy, and her body began to betray her. She looked at his brazen, smiling face, pierced with ecstasy, listened to his moans and screams, and when he grabbed her neck and gave her a strong spank, she couldn't take it. She came for a long time, shaking and spraying all over him and the saddle. He wouldn't let her kick him off, holding her as if they were wrestling, all the while pushing his cock unbearably. It was only with the last spasms that he also came, flooding her inside with a huge amount of boiling semen. Once again, she couldn't take it. For a moment, she was speechless, and then she came again, clenching her teeth and curling her toes in her high boots. The little horse obediently trotted towards the capital.