Karl groaned at the thought of heating water, but they were so foul he didn’t even think their clothes would come clean.  Washing tanned leather was always such a dicey business.

But just like digging the grave, Karl got to work and started a little fire and set his biggest pot to boil. Okake had set the diverter to fill the tub so when he came out with the pot the water would be nicely blended and with the two of them in the tub the amount of the water would be perfect.  

After soaping a bit, both of them sat on opposite sides with their legs interlocked.  Karl drowsed, while Okake sat thinking.  She ended up thinking about their post combat coitus.  The hunger of it and her desire not to be ruled by the memories of rape began to make her feel hot.  Her hands slid to her groin.  Her fingers traced her outer and inner labia and briefly explored the beginning of her vagina.  Finally, she touched her clitoris.  She liked it very much when Karl touched it the other night.  Why had she fought that?  She remembered him licking it and using his tongue to move it around.  She mimicked the moves with her fingers and felt a rush of pleasure that made her nipples contract.  She looked at Karl drowsing and felt embarrassed at her touching, but it felt so good!  She continued and tried not to disturb the water, grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing it like Karl had.  Her muscles clenched as she climaxed.  She felt her clit move up and down with the waves of pleasure she was feeling.  

Karl awoke slightly after feeling Okake move around.  It was tough waking up after being so relaxed, but he caught on quickly with what was happening.  

“Would you like some help?” he said with a wink and smile.

“Oh, uh, I was umm…,” her statement tailed off.  

“I guess I shouldn’t be embarrassed about my own behavior in the late fall, when you caught me in the forest.”

She thought about that.  So, both men and women could pleasure themselves, but in different ways.  Before her capture she only knew of mating with other young orcs as they grew up, but never derived pleasure from it.  If she’d known about this she would have never gone anywhere or done anything beyond her bed. 

“Stand up, I want to try something.”

Karl stood wondering what she was up to.

She put her legs under her and kneeled in front of him.  She’d looked at his penis before, but never really studied it.  The shaft had veins like those in her arms.  The head had a slightly different color and gonads hung at slightly different angles.  

Her close inspection started to make Karl hard.  She held the shaft in one hand and held the balls in the other.  Gently squeezing to get the feeling and size of what was there.  Now Karl was very hard and starting to breath heavily.  She looked at the bottom of the shaft where the head was a different shape and decided quickly to lick it.

“Oh!” said Karl.  

She backed off quickly.

“Was that okay?”

“Yes, very much so.  Please don’t stop.”

She placed the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around it.  She tasted water and soap and something else with a slightly salty flavor.  Karl continued to moan and that made her very excited.  She pretended that her mouth was her groin and leaned forward to push it further into her mouth.  She was pleased that it fit between her tusks and that it was making Karl so happy.  The head hit the back of her throat and made her throat convulse.  She backed off and tried again and tried to swallow when it touched again.  Karl groaned even more and started tapping at her head.  He had placed both hands on her head to stabilize himself, but now seemed in an agitated state.  She began pulling herself back at the same time as Karl's penis began to make strange movements.  He groaned once more trying to pull away and ended up squirting hot fluid into her mouth and then on her face as backed up. He lost balance and sat down hard in the tub and slid into her.  

“My gods, Okake!  What was that?!”

“I was thinking about things.  Did you like it?”  she asked demurely, but she knew he did.

“Oh yes. Incredible.”  

“I wanted to do what you did for me and that's what I came up with. The men would do that to me, but it was always with force.  With you, I wanted to do it.  And it made me so happy to make you happy.”

Karl was drained and slumped down in the water.  He was going to wash in the slightly murky water, but he opted to walk to the stream and rinse off there. 

He motioned Okake to him.  “You better come down here. That water is looking pretty bad.”  She looked down and realized that the water was pretty dark.  Thankfully her people were almost entirely immune to infections, but she got the point noticing the smell.  

Carl dried off and passed the cloth to Okake while he made the evening meal.  She came in with the damp clothes and tried wiping and drying the leather inside and out.  

They ate in silence with Okake glancing at Karl frequently with an impish smile.  Karl caught that once and laughed.  

“It just so good to be alive,” he thought to himself and smiled back.