<2> "Sure." Kel, never one to turn down a lady's request, approached and placed his large hands gently on her smooth shoulders to run them down her back. Margaret happily straightened her thin frame as waves of sand scattered to the beach beneath the orc's touch. "Not much of a talker?" she quipped, leaning forward just a bit, as if encouraging him to be particularly thorough. His cheeks were a much darker brown as he hesitantly began working lower, eventually finding his hands grazing gruffly over her bouncy backside. "Not really," he admitted. "Social things aren't really [i]my[/i] thing." "Pfft, I hear you," she agreed, lowering her upper body even more to arch her rump right into his hands, grinning playfully. "I hated that stuff too. But I tell you what: Try finding a talking companion after you're dead, and you're gonna have a bad time. I don't think I've talked with anyone this long who wasn't dead too, honestly." "Really?" he returned with surprise, one graze accidentally turning into a half-spank that he tried desperately not to acknowledge. "That seems unfair. You seem nice to me." "Oh I'm plenty nice," she assured him with another laugh, uprighting herself and facing him once more. "It's just the whole rotting thing tends to put people off, but dammit I take good care of myself. You see any rot?" Margaret did a slow turn on the beach at this, encouraging him to inspect every detail. "Not a spot, I swear. I wasn't dead long before they brought me back, and I intend to keep looking that way until I die again." Kel shook his head as he looked her over shyly, and indeed there was no rot to be seen. "I don't see anything." "Damn right," she shot back, her yellow-eyed gaze turning to the sky. "Say, think I could ply you for another favor?" She jerked a thumb further inland on the beach where a large towel and an umbrella had been carefully set up. "I gotta be careful out here or I'll start to singe, and since I got buried I could put on my salve like I wanted to. Mind giving me a hand?" She didn't even bother waiting for him to answer as she turned on her heel and strode toward her set up. It was almost uncanny how much her chest and backside both seemed to unnaturally wobble and bounce with each step. [i]This can't be real[/i], the orc thought, finding himself entranced by every wobble of her unnatural curves. Only a moment's hesitation ensued before he followed her small footprints across the beach, truly unable to tear his eyes off the strangely beautiful Margaret. Margaret smiled to herself, knowing full well what she was doing as she laid herself down atop the towel, face-down. A small satchel sat near her, and from within it she produced a pair of sunglasses and a sun hat that looked far too large to have been stuffed inside it. The forsaken looked like a veritable beach goddess as she adorned the garments, her yellow eyes peering up at him past her sunglasses as he drew closer. "You look awfully uncomfortable, Kel. You can get rid of those silly trunks if you want." Her bold offer stopped the orc in his tracks, though his trunks were indeed quite uncomfortable with the throbbing erection that they struggled to hold back. "I worry that might be-" "Oh come on, no one else is around, and it's allowed anyway," she assured him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Who knows? Might be fun, hmm?" The implications were more than obvious in her voice. [i]Could she really mean...?[/i] he thought, but nonetheless quickly dropped his trunks around his ankles. His brown-skinned orchood quickly flopped free, standing nearly straight out from his body. As many orcs were known to be, Kel was quite well-gifted, and his ten-inch-tool seemed more than eager to get to know Margaret a bit better. "I... haven't really done this before," he admitted as he began to stroll around behind her, his gaze more boldly gluing itself to her flawless rump. Margaret couldn't keep her mouth from falling open at the sight of the orc's tool, and immediately she was certain she'd made the right decision to invite him over. "Haven't done what? Get naked on the beach? Or..." she hesitated and dove into her satchel once more, this time pulling out a small vial of swirling purple liquid. "... used this before?" The orc briefly glanced at the small vial. "That hardly seems enough to cover you." "Oh it's not," she agreed. "You drink it, and it makes more salve. I've made tons of the stuff before." Kel took the vial carefully and popped the cork on it to give it a brief sniff. It smelled surprisingly pleasant, like Kingsblood. "You made this?" "I'm a mage and an alchemist by nature," she explained, her hips beginning to shift to and fro as she patiently waited for him, her assets sloshing a brief half second behind her shifts. "I sell that stuff more than use it myself. It's really only best used on males." Her head tilted back to look at him from behind her shades, smiling sweetly. "I highly recommend that you, erm... have a seat back there for the best results." To accentuate her point, her slender thighs clenched tighter together, likewise sending her ass into another wobbling fit. The orc let out a sharp exhale as he searched for his courage for a brief moment. "Very well," he agreed and smiled back at her himself, his muscular legs parting to take a seat over her thighs. His throbbing erection, consequently, smacked itself gently atop her pillowy ass, only for it to slowly sink in between her cheeks and nearly disappear. Kel couldn't believe how incredibly soft they were, even at such a cursory touch, and while they clearly weren't naturally warm, he figured the hot sand she'd been buried in had given her body a semblance of pleasurable warmth. "My... is that uncomfortable?"