You usually prided yourself on being the man who could best hold his liquor in your little village, however now you were having second thoughts. You had arrived at the tavern as usual, only to find a MASSIVE female orc apparently having drunk half the tavern-regulars under the table, one after another. Seeing you arrive she grinned, exposing two lower tusk-like teeth.

“Finally, I was waiting for you. Heard you’re the champ around here, why don’t you have a seat?~” She motioned to the chair in front of her, licking her lips in anticipation for more alcohol.

Her eyes widened in mock surprise and disbelief as you refuse her offer of a drink, taking another gulp from her flagon with a wet slurping sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You don't want to drink?" she asked, squinting at you like you were speaking a foreign language. "Then what the fuck are you doing in here?"

Her eyes bulged in surprise as your lips touched hers, then anger flared up inside her as you clearly misunderstood the entire situation. With a deafening grunt she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and threw you against the nearest wall with enough force to dent the wooden paneling. "I said," she growled through gritted teeth, her breath fumes tainted with the taste of alcohol, "what the FUCK are you doing in here?!" She paused for a moment before realizing that pushing you against the wall had made her lose hold on her flagon, causing it to spill across the floor.

"I drink when I want to, human," she snapped back at you while wiping some of the ale off her face with the back of a huge hand. "And I don't recall asking for your fucking opinion." With that final remark, she gave you another hard shove against the wall, causing pain to shoot up your spine.

Her skin was surprisingly soft given how hard and tough the rest of her looked, which made you wonder if it was some sort of orcish thing. You took this opportunity to start rubbing your face against her muscular neck, just to feel more of that softness. Her eyes narrowed in what almost could have been pleasure, except for the anger still visible behind them. Suddenly, she reached down with one hand and grabbed you by the scruff of your shirt, pulling your face up so close to hers that you could smell her breath on your skin. "You better have a damn good reason for this," she growled.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as your lips met hers, but the anger remained simmering beneath the surface. The kiss was rough and demanding, yet also strangely sensual. She let go of your shirt with one hand, running it through your hair instead, holding you close as she deepened the kiss. You could feel her heartbeat hammer against your chest, syncing with the rapid rise and fall of her breasts beneath her loose fitting top.

Suddenly, without warning, she pulled away from you, gasping for air. Her eyes locked on yours as they narrowed menacingly once more. "Alright," she growled, "You've got maybe... thirty seconds to give me a damn good reason why I shouldn't rip your throat out right now."

The sensation of your lips on her neck sent shivers down her spine and spread a heat throughout her body that almost felt like arousal. Almost. "Hmph," she grunted, trying to sound annoyed and unimpressed while in reality the touch was having quite an effect on her. "Go on then, make it good." Her hand still ran through your hair as you continued to kiss her neck, sending another shudder of desire through her massive frame.

The heat emanating from your body, coupled with the alcohol in her system and the intense physical exertion of the fight earlier, caused Sharog to perspire quite heavily. The scent of her armpits was normally musky and slightly sweet due to the mix of orcish pheromones and natural odors, but combined with your proximity it became almost intoxicating. She wasn't used to such a strong reaction from anyone, let alone a puny human male, and found herself having trouble thinking clearly as her breathing grew more rapid and shallow.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she made an indignant noise in the back of her throat as you licked her armpit, only to moan lowly as pleasure coursed through her. Her grip on your hair tightened, arching her back slightly as the sensation sent waves of heat flooding through her entire body. "Fuck," she hissed, fighting against the wave of desire that threatened to consume her completely. She struggled to maintain control, but it was clear even to someone like you that she was losing the battle.

"Alright then," she growled, releasing you and pushing herself back from the wall, "what's so damn important that you're willing to grovel for my attention like this?" She glared at you challengingly, her heart still racing and her breath coming in short gasps as if she had run a marathon.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she took in your words. She took another deep breath, trying to calm herself down while the desire and arousal that had swept over her subsided somewhat. "And why would I want you?" she asked coldly, though there was still a hint of curiosity mixed in with her annoyance.

"Because," you say slowly as you move closer to her again, "I'm strong... and brave... and handsome..." She snorts derisively at that last part, but you continue anyway. "...and I think we could be good together." There it is, out in the open. Now she has no choice but to respond.

Sharog's eyes narrow even further as she considers your words. On one hand, she doesn't like being challenged or told what to do... on the other, she's never really been with a male before who seemed so unaf