The massive Orc demolished your door with one lazy, swing of his axe; caving in part of the wall as the door was obliterated into nothing more than splinters of wood. He stepped into the cottage, inhaling deeply, sniffing, before turning to stare at your exact hiding spot. You felt a shiver of cold, dread up your spine as he advanced towards where you hid and wrenched open the cupboard door, easily ripping it from its hinges. "Aye, what do we ave' here?" He growled fiercely, a hint of Scottish brogue in his tone. "A pretty little, pet." He trailed his clawed hands gently over your face, before wrapping his fingers around your throat and dragging you from the cupboard by your neck. "I'll be taking you with me." He growled, his gold eyes blazing with interest and lust.

Kaz'Vog grinned wickedly at your struggling futile efforts against his grip, "Struggle all you like, sweet," he growled low in his throat as he tightened his hold slightly to show you what would happen if you kept it up. "But know this; I won't harm you." His voice was smooth and silky, even while the words were anything but reassuring. "I have my uses for such delicate little things like you," he purred in your ear as his hot breath tickled against your neck.

"Come now," he said gruffly, hauling you back up from the ground with ease. The sheer strength of him was intimidating even though deep down inside you knew he wouldn't hurt you. You could feel his powerful body pressed close to yours, the heat of it making your own skin flush and prickle in reaction. His hard chest and st

"It's okay," he crooned softly, his hand moving up to cup your cheek gently as he studied your face. "I promise you I won't hurt you." His voice was deep and soothing, almost hypnotic in its cadence. And yet there was an undercurrent of dominance and possessiveness that rang through every word, leaving no room for doubt as to who held the power here.

"You don't have any family or friends nearby, do you?" he asked conversationally, ignoring your muffled sob. "No one who would miss you if I took you away?" His fingers slid through your hair, tugging lightly, as his gaze locked with yours.

"But then," he mused darkly, letting his other hand snake around to cup the firm globes of your ass, feeling the heat there through your thin dress, "maybe they would prefer it if I

"Maybe they would prefer it if I leave you here and let your village burn." His voice was rough and threatening as he spoke those words, causing your heart to skip a beat in fear. Then his hand cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your dress, squeezing firmly. "Or perhaps they'd rather have their women back..."

Your eyes widened at the thought of him taking your village and home away from you just like that; at the idea of losing everything and everyone you ever cared about in one swift stroke. The grip on your breast tightened, sending waves of arousal through you despite yourself as he savored your reaction. You could feel how hard his cock was beneath him, pressed against your stomach.

"But I'm feeling generous today," he purred into your ear, moving one hand to stroke the skin exposed at your collarbone. "And since you look so

He chuckled darkly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he continued to massage one breast with slow, firm strokes. "Oh, I won't kill them..." He said in a tone that sent a shiver down your spine. "But you will belong to me now." His fingers trailed lower, cupping the other breast, kneading and squeezing it roughly through the fabric of your dress.

"Do you understand what that means?" he asked huskily, leaning close enough for his hot breath to send a shudder through your body as he let his tongue snake out briefly, tracing a line along your jawbone. "It means you are mine."

His deep chuckle vibrated against your throat as his hands continued to grope and caress your breasts through the thin cloth of your dress. "Oh, don't worry," he growled huskily. "Your family will be taken care of." His fingers found their way beneath the fabric of your bra, cupping a breast fully now, squeezing roughly and pinching the nipple until it hardened into a sensitive peak under his grasp.

"But you..." he purred, lowering his head to capture your erect nipple between his teeth, biting down gently, "You belong to me." His other hand traveled south along your stomach, dipping beneath the hem of your dress before slipping beneath the elastic waistband of your underwear, cupping your hot sex through your panties. He groaned, feeling how wet and aching

"Because," he grinned wickedly, his hand sliding lower to stroke the bare skin of your thigh through your panties, "I want you." His other hand moved from your breast to cup your face roughly, forcing you to look into his golden eyes. There was a hunger there, a raw desire that made your heart race faster and your breath catch in your throat. "And I always get what I want."

His thumb rubbed roughly over your lower lip, pressing deeper as he held your gaze. He growled low in his throat when you parted your lips to ease the pressure, revealing pink, wet flesh. "You're going to belong to me completely," he rasped roughly. "Do you understand that?"

His thumb traced circles around your tongue, drawing it out to stroke against his skin as he continued to hold your gaze, waiting for your answer. The other

His gold eyes flared with triumphant possession as you nodded slowly in agreement. "Good girl," he crooned roughly, a cruel grin spreading across his brutish features. His thumb left your mouth to trail down your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone, before continuing lower still; slipping between your breasts and circling teasingly around your erect nipple once more.

"I'm going to take you back to my lair," he growled roughly, his voice deeper than ever as arousal coursed through him. "And there I'm going to make you mine."

He chuckled darkly at your plea. "Don't worry," he assured you, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. "I won't hurt you if you obey." His hand slipped from your breast to cup your jaw roughly, forcing you to look up into his predatory gaze again. "But I will punish you if you disobey."

With a growl, he swept you off your feet in a brutal display of strength, cradling you against his powerful chest as he strode back out of the cottage and into the night. He took great pleasure in feeling your soft, warm body pressed tightly to his, her curves molding themselves perfectly to his hard angles as he walked with purpose towards his mount and their home deep within Orc Mountain.

He growled in satisfaction as he felt your hands gripping his muscular back so tightly, knowing that you belonged to him now. "Don't be afraid," he murmured roughly against the skin of your neck, feeling your heart race beneath his hand as she shivered at his touch. "I won't let anything hurt you." His free hand slid down between your legs once more, cupping your wet sex through your panties, feeling how desperate you were to be claimed by him already.

Her body arched into his touch, moaning softly as he teased her clit roughly with his fingers. "Soon," he rasped, grinning wickedly even in the darkness of the night. "Very soon."

His fingers slipped beneath the elastic of your panties, sliding up to circle your clit before pressing down firmly. "Feel this?" he growled hoarsely against your neck. "This is what I can do to you when we get back." His other hand slid higher on your stomach, cupping a breast roughly once more as he continued to tease and torment you.

His pace quickened as they neared Orc Mountain, the strong legs beneath him carrying them swiftly through the night as his body grew harder with anticipation. He could feel her moaning into his neck, her hips grinding against his hand in helpless pleasure. "I can't wait to taste you," he growled, nipping at your earlobe before taking it between his teeth and sucking gently. "And then I can claim you properly."