Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 85: Orc VIII - Peek at the peak (R-18)

Chapter 85: Orc VIII - Peek at the peak (R-18)

Ka’ra paused, her instincts urging her to retreat, but curiosity pulled her closer.

Across from them sat another figure—a human woman with short white hair that obscured half her face. She exuded a dangerous aura, her presence as sharp as a blade. Ka’ra’s stomach twisted; something about this woman felt wrong, like a storm waiting to break. She kept her distance, choosing to linger in the shadows and observe.

"Ka’ra, darling, don’t just stand there like a dummy!" Rilith’s voice was a playful lilt, cutting through the air. She patted the cushioned chair beside her, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Come, join us. We don’t bite... unless you ask nicely."

Velara giggled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, Rilith, you’ll scare her off before we even get to know her! Ka’ra, come sit. We’re just having a little fun."

Ka’ra hesitated, her fingers brushing the necklace at her throat, which gave her courage to face these kind of situations.

She stepped forward, settling onto the cushion with a guarded posture. "I’m fine here," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The white-haired woman glanced at her, her visible eye curious and welcoming, but she said nothing before turning her attention back to her book as if she was afraid. Ka’ra was grateful for the silence; she had no desire to tangle with someone who radiated such menace.

"So, Ka’ra," Velara began, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin, "you’ve been awfully quiet since you arrived. Don’t tell me Shennong’s charm has rendered you speechless already? Didn’t he give you a week?"

Ka’ra’s cheeks warmed, but she kept her expression neutral. "I don’t have much to say," she replied, her tone clipped.

Rilith pouted, resting her chin in her hand. "Oh, come now. You’re in the heart of Shennong’s domain, surrounded by creatures like us. Surely you have some thoughts? Like, say... what do you think of our boy?"

Ka’ra’s lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t sure how to navigate this. The succubi’s ability to understand her, despite her origins, had surprised her at first, but she’d quickly reasoned it was due to their nature as Gate-born. Still, their obsession with Shennong was almost comical. "He’s... interesting," she said carefully.

"Interesting?" Velara gasped, clutching her chest as if wounded. "That’s all you have for the most captivating man in all the realms? Oh, Ka’ra, we need to work on your enthusiasm."

Rilith smirked, her tail flicking playfully. "Let’s make this fun. How about we share what we look for in a man? I’ll start." She leaned back, her eyes sparkling. "I want someone powerful, charismatic, with a smile that could melt stone. Someone who commands a room without even trying and he needs to have black hair and emerald colored eyes. In other words... Shennong."

Velara nodded eagerly. "Exactly! He’s got that perfect mix of strength and mystery. And those eyes—have you seen them? Like they’re hiding a thousand secrets. Shennong is my type, through and through."

Ka’ra rolled her eyes, her silence stretching as the sisters giggled. She wasn’t sure why she stayed, but something about their banter was oddly comforting. It reminded her of simpler times, about the girls in her own tribe.

But she felt embarrassed when she was reminded those girls were just discussing about the which humans they get to force themselvesupon and not romantic talk, even though for most of the orcs that was romance.

"Come on, Ka’ra," Rilith coaxed, nudging her gently. "You can’t stay mute forever. What’s your type?"

Ka’ra shifted uncomfortably, her fingers tightening around her necklace. "I don’t... think about that much," she muttered.

Velara’s expression softened. "Oh, come now. Every girl has a type, even the strong, silent ones. Just humor us."

Ka’ra sighed, realizing they wouldn’t relent. "Fine," she said, her voice low but steady. "Someone stronger than me. Not just physically, but... in spirit. Someone who can stand their ground. And..." She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Handsome, I guess. Funny, too. Someone who doesn’t take everything so seriously."

Rilith and Velara exchanged a glance, their grins widening. "Well, well," Rilith said, her tone teasing. "Doesn’t that sound an awful lot like our Shennong?"

Ka’ra groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Do you have anything in your heads other than Shennong?" she mumbled, but there was a hint of a smile in her voice. For the first time, she felt a flicker of warmth toward these two. They were relentless, but their playfulness was disarming.

She was also confused how they understood her orc tongue just like Shennong despite not having the magical item, but then she learned that creatures of gate like them can easily understand orc language because it is similar to their own language.

As the days passed, Ka’ra found herself settling into the strange rhythm of Shennong’s fortress. The white-haired woman, whose name she learned was Romina, kept her distance, and Ka’ra was content to avoid her. Rilith and Velara, however, became unexpected companions, their chatter filling the voids in her thoughts.

She began to see the people here differently—not evil, but not saints either. They were survivors, just like her, driven by their own desires and ambitions. Her human mother’s necklace, cool against her skin, was a constant reminder of her own compromises, her own choices made for survival.

One evening, as she wandered the main hall, restless and waiting for Shennong’s promised tour, she heard muffled sounds from a distant room. Curiosity, her old companion, tugged at her again. She moved silently, her boots barely touching the stone floor, until she reached a partially open door.

The sounds grew clearer—soft murmurs, the rustle of fabric. Her heart quickened, but she couldn’t resist peeking through the gap.

What she saw stole her breath.

Shennong stood in the center of the room, his dark hair falling loosely over his shoulders, his presence as commanding as ever. But he wasn’t alone. Yenissa was pressed against him, their bodies entwined.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, deep and unhurried, a dance of tongues that spoke of hunger and intimacy. Shennong’s hands roamed Yenissa’s curves and her gracious ass, caressing her with a tenderness that contrasted with his usual stoic demeanor. Yenissa’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her soft moans mingling with the crackle of the nearby fire.

Ka’ra’s eyes widened, her pulse racing. She knew she should look away, that this was private, forbidden. But she was rooted to the spot, mesmerized by the raw intensity of the moment. Shennong’s lips trailed to Yenissa’s neck, eliciting a gasp from her, and Ka’ra’s cheeks burned. She’d never seen him like this—vulnerable, human, consumed by desire.

A floorboard creaked under her weight, and she froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Shennong’s head snapped up, his piercing gaze locking onto the door. Ka’ra ducked back, her breath hitching, and was about to flee but Shennong quickly smiled and looked at Yenissa and muttered something.

Ka’ra knew he knew someone was there but he didn’t really care about that. She knew the right thing was for her to run away, but she couldn’t. For the first time, she felt the things that orcs felt, that intense feeling of arousal.

"Isn’t doing this with a succubus dangerous? What is he doing? Who is this human?" Ka’ra kept questioning. After realizing the sounds were continuing, she decided to take one more peek—only to see Yenissa had started to strip Shennong, who was wearing nothing but a simple short towel covering his crotch.

Meanwhile, Shennong’s heart was pounding — this was the second time he was taking the risk, but now, he had an audience.

"Are you sure about this, baby?" Yenissa asked.

"I’ve been dying to have this again. Let’s go all out and see if I survive... But I’m glad we have someone watching over us."

Hearing his words, Yenissa giggled. She was just as excited — she had been starving for semen, and getting Shennong’s was like a royal banquet to her.

"My delicious baby!" Yenissa purred, her voice a velvet caress. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as the bodice fell away, revealing smooth, glowing skin. "Relax, Shennong. Let me take care of you."

Shennong’s lips curved into a half-smile, his gaze never leaving her.

Yenissa giggled, her tail swaying as she slid her skirt down her hips, letting it pool at her feet. Her curves were mesmerizing, her succubus form both enchanting and dangerous and her perky chest was inviting Shennong to tease it.

She knelt before Shennong, her movements fluid, predatory. "Did my delicious baby grow?" she asked, her tone teasing yet tinged with genuine curiosity. "Let me see!"

Shennong’s hand grazed her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips.

Yenissa’s smile was wicked as she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin and she started to lick his finger, while she finally removed Shennong’s towel only to be faced with the familiar yet dangerous sight for any women.

Ka’ra’s eyes widened as she watched Shennong’s impressive length brush against Yenissa’s cheek, a sight that nearly made her faint. It was, without question, the most striking human cock she had ever seen. "What an amazing... delicious-looking human," she muttered, the words slipping out unconsciously.

Her orc instincts surged, a primal urge screaming for her to claim him, to bounce on that human cock and draw every drop of his seed to sire more orcs. It was the first time she’d ever felt such an overwhelming, visceral desire, and it left her trembling, caught between shock and yearning.

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