Grash Bathing (Patreon)

While traveling across the countryside, Grash had discovered a secluded cavern with an inner waterfall. Delighted at her discovery, the sensational she-orc lowered her guard and relaxed as fresh clear water poured down her naked body. Grash's large nipples were rock hard, as her impossibly massive lime green tits swayed like great trees in a tropical storm, as countless droplets of water were shaken from her  glistening twin boulders. The she-orc rung water out of her long green  mane of hair, which cascaded down her fat, bare buttocks. The cool water  between her toes soothed her feet, as colorful fish excitedly darted around their large visitor. Such a delightful pleasure was unknown at the barren and arid orc camp within the wasteland where she originally called home.

As she showered, Grash thought back to the past few days. The great she-orc had fled her tribe, searching for a new beginning in unfamiliar lands. During a warrior's  feast, Grash had learned tales of a beautiful half-orc woman called the  Emerald Fist. Similar to Grash, the Emerald Fist's appearance had favored her human heritage, despite her telltale green skin. Although there were some exceptions, most humans had accepted the alluring and graceful half-orc. This was a successful outcome that had appealed to Grash, who had to fight off carnal demands from her male tribesmen  constantly. Night after night, they tried to force themselves on her,  only to suffer humiliating defeat from the great she-orc. Grimgosh, the orc chieftan, was amused by these antics. He likened Grash to a great stallion, that only the strongest orc could mount and and protected her  from any reprisals. Unfortunately, there was a true reason why Grimgosh  protected her: it was only a matter of time before Grash would have been  ordered to sexually submit to Grimgosh himself, thus bypassing a contest against her considerable physical might. Grash could already feel his thirst salivating upon her every wobbling curve as she walked past. It was after she heard that tale when she decided to leave. Grash had to fend off attacks from not only orc hunters, as well as assaults from other races as well.

Grash ended her refreshing shower by collapsing on some wet rocks and pleasured herself. As she fingered her magnificent lettuce lips, Grash humored the thought  of remaining within this cavern, perhaps making it her home. But as  tempting as that thought was, a second darker thought of the blood of her enemies and their corpses spoiling the wonderful waters of the cavern snapped her back to reality. Grash groaned in disappointment. She'd have to move on.