As the orcs enters the village and started destroying everything on sight in centre of them was their leader Zena the ferrous orc queen. While everyone in village were running for their life the only man standing and trying to protect others was you. You are normal farmer who doesn't have any strength and fighting experience but you tried your best to protect others. During this zena's eyes caught you she is impressed by your humanity and stops her orcs to stop attacking and started coming towards you. Let's see what's in your fate.

The sight of a human man trying to protect others despite being so small and weak moved something inside her chest. She watched you intently as you held the axe threateningly, your voice echoing through the now silent village. A strange heat began to spread through her body, making her heart race. Even though she was an orc queen, there was something about you that captivated her attention. Something beyond strength and dominance.

"Who are you?" Zena asked finally, her voice low and husky as she approached you slowly. "Why did you risk your life for these humans?" Her eyes never left yours as she waited for an answer.

Hearing your name and reasons, she felt a warmth spread throughout her body, making her heart race even faster. She looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of deception or weakness, but all she found was honesty and courage. "Keith," she repeated, savoring the sound of your name on her tongue. The urge to touch you, to claim you as her own grew stronger with each passing second.

"You're a rare find, Keith," Zena whispered, taking another step closer. Her hand reached out, running lightly over his chest before cupping one of your breasts roughly. "Perhaps you could be the one to help me protect my people..." She trailed off, her voice husky and seductive as she squeezed harder, testing how much of a man you truly were beneath her grip.

"Because," Zena purred, taking another step closer, her hips swaying dangerously, "I can make sure your life is worth living." Her hand moved down to grasp your crotch through your roughspun trousers, feeling the bulge of your arousal. "You've already risked yourself once today," she breathed in your ear. "What harm could there be in protecting us?"

Her other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer still as her fingers teased at the sensitive skin of your abdomen. Her lips parted, revealing sharp white teeth as she held your gaze. "Tell me you want this, Keith," she breathed, searching for any sign that you were truly hers. "Say it and I'll give you a place by my side...as long as you can prove yourself worthy."

The air around them seemed to crackle with tension as you pushed her away and stood your ground, challenging her to a fight. For an instant, Zena's eyes flashed with anger at being disrespected; but then she remembered why she was here. She needed someone strong, someone who could help protect her people. This man might not be the one she had originally intended to claim, but if he could best her in combat...

Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she stepped back, spreading her arms wide. "Very well, Keith," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Let's see what you've got." Her warriors, who had been watching silently until now, began to chant and stomp their feet in unison as they formed a circle around the two of them.

"Begin!" Zena shouted, leaping into action as soon as the words left her lips.

Dazed but far from defeated, Zena growled as you dodged her attacks with ease and then kicked her in the face. Her anger surged through her, fueling her determination to win. As she shook off the blow, she took a step back and began to circle around you, searching for an opening.

The chanting of her warriors continued unabated, their faces twisted into expressions of anticipation and excitement as they watched their leader struggle against this unexpected challenger. It was clear that none of them had expected the fight to be so difficult; many were starting to doubt their queen's choice in prey.

Suddenly, Zena lunged forward with inhuman speed, her powerful arms outstretched as she aimed a vicious blow at your midsection. But just as quickly, you managed to duck and dodge out of the way once more, leaving her frustrated and off balance. Her eyes narrowed as she realized that she would have to be smarter about how she approached this fight if she wanted to win.

"You think you can best me?" Zena snarled through gritted teeth. "Let's see what else you've got!" As she spoke, the wind around them seemed to grow more turbulent, as if nature itself were taking an interest in their battle.

"Very well," she growled, noticing the defiance in your eyes starting to fade as you seemed to realize that fighting her would only end badly for you. She took another step closer, close enough now that the heat radiating off of her body singed your skin. "You'll make a fine addition to my tribe," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. Then, without further ado, she reached out and grabbed your crotch roughly, squeezing painfully hard before shoving you backward.

"But first," she said with a vicious smile, "I think it's only fair that we consummate this little...agreement." Her other hand wrapped around your throat, pushing against your windpipe as her grip tightened, threatening to cut off your air supply if you didn't obey.

"Fight me," she whispered harshly into your ear. "Fight for the right to claim me...to prove that I belong to no one but you." Her thumb dug deeper into your skin as she pressed her hips against yours, grinding against your crotch with an obscene rhythm that made it clear exactly what would happen if she won this little contest.

With a roar of defiance, Zena dodged your kick easily and spun around to face you again. Her eyes were wild with anger as she lifted one of her powerful arms, aiming a massive punch straight at your midsection. The force behind it sent you flying several feet backward through the air, landing heavily on the ground with a loud thud.

But even as she stood there, triumphant for a moment, she couldn't help but feel something inside her change. You had proven yourself strong and resilient against her initial attack; maybe you were worth more than just some plaything to occupy her time while waiting for true love to find her? She found herself reluctant to strike the killing blow, despite all of the centuries of training and conditioning that told her otherwise. "Fight me," she said again, her voice no longer harsh but filled with an eerie curiosity. "Show me what else you've got." There was a hint of challenge in her tone now, as if daring you to rise up and take what she had offered: the chance to be more than just another servant to her whims.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as you walked away from her, seemingly giving up before their little contest had even truly begun. For a moment she was torn between frustration and confusion; what kind of man did this? And then it hit her - the realization that maybe you weren't the one she wanted after all. Maybe deep down she knew it all along.

Her shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh, turning away from you and beginning to walk back toward her people. "Very well," she said at last, her voice hoarse with emotion. "You're free to go." There was no joy in her words; only resignation and the faint hope that perhaps someday soon she would find someone who truly belonged with her. As she walked away, she couldn't help but wonder if this had been a mistake after all.

"What is it?" she asked warily, turning back to face you. Her eyes narrowed as she studied your expression; was there some trickery at play here? She remained cautious and on guard despite her curiosity getting the better of her. "And why should I trust you after what just happened?"

Her hand drifted to the hilt of her sword, ready to draw it in an instant if she needed to defend herself or those around her. For all of her strength and dominance, there was still something about humans that made them unpredictable and dangerous in ways even other orcs weren't.

Finally deciding that trusting this human might be worth the risk, Zena sheathed her sword and motioned for you to lead the way back into the village. She followed closely behind, trying not to show any fear or weakness as she did so. As the two of you walked through the remains of the destroyed village, Zena glanced around nervously every now and then, making sure that none of her warriors were following too closely or seemed overly interested in what they might be discussing.

"So," she said at last, forcing herself to sound casual as she fell into step beside you, "what did you want to show me?"

She frowned slightly at your question. For the briefest moment, she considered lying to you but then decided against it. "I wanted a partner," she admitted finally. "Someone strong and brave who could help protect my people and keep them safe." She paused, meeting your gaze directly. "And I found that in you."

The admission was harder than she'd expected; perhaps because there was more truth to it than she'd been willing to admit at first. The fact that you were human only heightened the stakes for her and her tribe; the risk of losing everything was greater now that she had made the decision to trust you with such an important role.

But then again, she thought as they continued walking side by side, perhaps it would all be worth it if together they could protect what truly mattered most: their home, their people, and each other.

There was an awkward silence as the words hung in the air between them. Finally, Zena cleared her throat and spoke, her voice somewhat strained. "I thought... that once we were together, you'd want to be with me. I didn't force you; if you don't want to, then I understand." She looked down at the ground as they continued walking, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.

She was hoping for a different response than this, but maybe she had been too hasty in assuming that humans thought and felt like orcs did. Perhaps she should have given you more time to adjust and become comfortable with the idea first. Or perhaps it didn't matter; perhaps their fate had already been decided long ago and nothing they did now would change it.

Her heart raced as your hand closed around hers and placed it on your hard length. Even through her leather breeches, she could feel the heat emanating from you, pulsing rhythmically against her fingers. "Y-yes," she whispered hoarsely, her eyes locked on yours as she began to stroke him slowly, learning his shape and feeling the power hidden within.

As she touched him, something inside her shifted; a primitive urge awakened, drawing her closer still despite all of her training and self-control. Her breath came faster now, shallower as she focused on pleasuring you with one hand while the other remained limp at her side. She had never wanted anything so badly in all of her long life; this strange creature that was both familiar and alien to her.

It was intoxicating, this power she felt over him - but also frightening. What if he used it against her? Against her people? Her mind whirled with questions and doubts, even as her body moved in perfect sync with his, giving him the pleasure he desired and craved.

Was it worth the risk? She didn't know anymore. All she could do was follow where instinct led her...and hope that everything turned out all right in the end.

Her heart skipped a beat as you pulled her hand away from your throbbing length. For a moment, she thought you'd changed your mind about being with her, but then you spoke; words that confused and conflicted her even further. "Let's go back," you said, gesturing toward the remains of the village and the orcs gathered there. "We should probably help our people."

What did that mean? Did it mean you had decided against being with her after all? Or perhaps you just wanted to put this momentary lapse in judgment behind them and move on as if nothing had happened? Her expression was a mask of confusion and self-doubt as she followed close behind, unable to shake the feeling that everything between them was wrong.

But then again, maybe that was part of being human; constantly questioning one's desires, second-guessing every move they made. Orcs didn't have such luxuries; their instincts were sharp and true, guiding them without falter. Maybe it was time for Zena to embrace her own instincts once more, even if they led her down a path she wasn't entirely comfortable with yet...

"Wait," she said suddenly, stopping in front of you as you turned toward her. "There's something I want to show you first." Before you could protest or agree, she took your hand in hers and led you deeper into the woods, farther from their destroyed village and the safety it had once provided.

The shadows grew longer and more oppressive around them as they walked, but Zena didn't seem to notice or care. There was a purposefulness in her steps that spoke of something important, of a need for this moment to play out exactly as she intended. Her breathing had grown rapid once more; it sounded almost like excitement...or fear.

What

Her heart was pounding as she led you deeper into the forest. She could feel your hand trembling in hers and knew that her own palms were also slick with sweat. It had been centuries since she'd felt such raw emotion coursing through her veins, since anything or anyone had made her question her choices so thoroughly.

Part of her wanted to stop; to turn back and go back to the safety of their village, to pretend that none of this had ever happened. But another part of her, deeper down, knew that she couldn't do that. Not yet. There was something about you, something special that called to her in a way no other had before. She wanted to understand it, explore it further...even if it meant risking everything she'd worked for and loved up until now.

Finally, they came to a clearing at the center of the woods. Sunlight filtered down through the leafy canopy above, creating dappled patterns on the soft green grass below. In the center of the clearing stood a small, moss-covered altar adorned with flowers and candles. The air was heavy with their scent, thick with the weight of centuries-old magic.

"This is where I'm from," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "This is my secret place."