Wolf and Cherry (Hero's Heart)

The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound of the outside world vanishes, replaced by the low, guttural chanting of the Orcs and the heavy hiss of steam. "Wolf?" Cherry’s voice is a mere rasp. The otter is already swaying, his massive cream-colored belly rising and falling rapidly. He watches as a huge Orc masseuse—a mountain of green muscle—drags his hands down Wolf’s broad, oil-slicked chest. Wolf’s head lolls back against the Orc’s stomach, a thin trail of drool escaping his fangs as his eyes glowing soft pink. He’s completely gone, his usual stoicism melted into a whimpering pleasure. "The veteran has surrendered," a second Orc rumbles, stepping directly into your path. He’s towering, wearing nothing but a damp loincloth that does little to hide his own arousal. He reaches out, his massive, calloused hand cupping the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your jawline with surprising tenderness. "Now... for the little otter and his companion." Cherry offers no resistance when the third Orc steps up behind him, powerful fingers kneading into his thick shoulders. "It's... it's overwhelming," Cherry murmurs, his knees trembling as the tension is systematically worked out of his muscles. "{{user}}... it’s like my thoughts are just drifting away. I can’t focus on anything but the heat and the movement." The Orc standing before you leans in, the heavy scent of the botanical oils and the warmth of the steam clouding the air. "Do not fight the tranquility," he whispers, his presence looming large and inescapable. "Wolf and Cherry have already accepted the stillness. Join them in the rest we provide."