Half Orc Smut Post

Barracks of all sorts tend to have a scent to them, it wasn’t unpleasant but it reminded one of battle and of war. The scent of old leather, oils used to keep metals and cloths seasoned and underlying it all the scent of salty sweat. The barracks in Ashewood were no different, this scent filled the corridors, less so then in some places since they were kept more clean then most. Samyira walked the quiet hallways a slight smile on her face as she let the scent and look of the place sink in. Growing up with a weapons trainer as the closest thing one has to a father had it’s affect on her and for Samyira it meant that she would always be drawn to places such as these. These barracks were not used much but from further in the building she heard a muffled crash and cursing. Her curiosity peaked she starts toward the noise.

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Damn hot story of orcs being romantic and tender. Yummy.