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...Before either of them can seal the deal, they are rudely interrupted by a large hand grabbing the prince by the scruff of his neck and pulling him outside. In the brief stunned silence Sophia notices the quiet that broke out across their camp, the only noises audible those coming from a muffled scuffle outside before she leaps into action.

Grabbing her greatsword she always keeps by the side of her bedroll she rushes outside after her prince, draping her bedding over her body to preserve her modesty.

Outside she's met by the sight of some of her fellow travellers, held in the grasps of...

Orcs, before the realisation can sink in the redhead is immediately assaulted by two warriors. Though far from prepared and caught in a rather awkward position to say the least, with the prince's manhood still swinging free, her companions just as nude as he. She deftly sidesteps the first one, grabbing the second by the wrist. Using her sword as a counterweight and the orc's own momentum against him, she throws him over her head to crash into the first that nearly staggered into their tent, causing both to fall against it. She doesn't get time to strike back though as a third springs forward to take her on, she leans back and catches his axe on her sword, cringing at the loud metal clang and the no doubt large dent her weapon now has. The Orc tries to pull back, but still leant back, and with her heels dug into the soil, Sophia has the stronger position as the brute pulls fruitlessly at his weapon. Then with the flick of her wrist as she kicks dirt up into her assailant's face, sweeps the axe aside and out of his hand.

"Enough!"

A commanding voice booms, the disarmed orc freezing in place just as Sophia points her sword at him.

As calm settles over the camp, Sophie finally has time to asses the situation, scanning the area while keeping the Orc at sword-point as the two she threw into her tent scramble up and give her a wide berth as they join their brethren.

All but two of the others are held in the Orc's clutches, standing behind her are the farmer and his middle son, the rest are being pulled together to stand in front of them with the Orcs. There's about two dozen Orcs and Goblins in total, lead by a large black Orc, who is the one holding the prince, a knife held to his throat.

The immediate thing that stands out is how... handsome these Orcs are. They're known as quite brutish and square looking, but these ones have a strange savage handsomeness to them. The women especially are often described as man-ish, but again these are... down right beautiful. Especially the black Orc holding the prince.

The leader holding the prince barks some admonishing orders at the three that attacked Sophia, by far, her chest is the largest among them all. The prince would be in a rather comfortable position, the back of his head nicely cushioned against the nearly-exposed pair, were it not for the knife held to his neck.

"Please, lay dovn your svord"

She commands, turning to Sophia, who keeps her sword firmly in her hands, pointed at them as the three the big one berated huddle back. Showing a good command of the common tongue, though her short tusks still give her the distinctive Orc lisp they all share, and her accent is quite heavy.

"Apologies for my..."

She pauses, searching for the words.

"...Underlings actions, ve did not mean vor this. But I cannot release the prince iv you do not. I vil not allow vor any harm to come to my people"

...Sophia blinks, surely she was not expecting that, not the demands to lay down her arms that is, but that this Orc lady knows the person she's holding is a prince. The farmer and his family, as well as Bernadette freezing in surprise and looking over at him with raised eyebrows...

Weighing her options, Sophia licks her lips while looking around again. If the Orcs planned to retaliate if she did as she was told they certainly made no moves to take advantage of their position, all remaining firmly grouped together in front of her, making no attempts to circle around. Unless there were more hidden in the bushes.

"I will if you throw yours aside as well, on three!"

She yells in response, the incredibly busty black orc pauses briefly, and nods to her underlings, who already begin disarming, no doubt in a sign of good will. Though she and a handful of others keep their weapons drawn.

Sophia swallow heavily, scanning the area once again, and begins counting.

"One.

Two.

Three..."

Hey all,

Why this might be the longest bit of story yet, unfortunately there's no sex this time. I apologize for blue-balling you all if you were looking forward for Knight Sophia and her prince getting it on for real. But for those worried, that is coming. Eventually.

I hope the fight scene makes sense to read and my non-smut writing isn't too awkward.

As for why this is late today despite being already done. I had to work today, so I couldn't get to uploading until "now", now being in quotations because this also took a while to write out. ;)

SoCarter out and next episode is going to have some reveals and a LOT more sex.