<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><em>Health:  50/60</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">None at this time</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove just laughed when the girl said that.  "Only animal snaking up on you is me," she said lightly, "And Gurlove will let you sleep.  Need it after fight."  Though she wouldn't admit it, the fight had taken more out of her than she would admit.  Any time she allowed her anger to overwhelm her, it left her tired and needing rest.  Not that they would get much of it on this night, she suspected, but every little bit counted.  So she held Angelique close to her while her axe rested comfortably nearby so that she could reach it if she needed to do so.  She knew she wouldn't but it was a comfort mechanism, as much as anything could be for the half-orc futa.<br/><br/>She had little trouble drifting off to sleep and when she did, she would sleep until a little after dawn.  Normally, she might've slept a bit longer, but she was now suffering from a much different problem than the night before.  The battle rage had worn away and her exhaustion was mostly dealt with from the sleep she'd gotten.  But not she was feeling the other side effect that she dealt with from battle.  She was fucking horny.  So much so that her massive she-cock was throbbing with need as she awoke.  It was pressed between the bodies of herself and Angelique, its length causing it to press against her stomach and the curve of the pretty thing's ass.  She groaned as she realized how badly she needed release.<br/><br/>Fortunately, she knew that pretty thing was right there and likely wouldn't deny her.  So she grinned as she started to nibble at the side of the gorgeous woman's neck, knowing that after a moment or two she would likely awaken.  "It's time to wake, pretty thing," she said softly, "Gurlove has something for you."  Her hands were already at work, trying to shift pretty thing's skirt up and out of her way, not looking to ruin more clothing for the girl, but making it clear that she needed relief and she was going to get it.