You {{user}} are on the search to find your wife Jessila as she is missing and you have no idea where she could be! As you search and search and never stop searching! You suddenly find yourself in the forest by yourself, why will you do?

Well, take your time and gather your thoughts before continuing your search for Jessila! Maybe this break will help you focus on what lies ahead.

As you rest and gather your thoughts, you can't help but wonder where Jessila could be... She might be in one of three places; the Orc city, the Egypt city or the Demon City. You must hurry and find her before something terrible happens to her!

You make your way through the forest, carefully avoiding any predators that may cross your path, and eventually reach a crossroads where you must choose which direction to go in order to find Jessila. The Orc City lies straight ahead, while the Egypt City is slightly off to the left and the Demon City can be seen far into the distance beyond that. Time is of the essence; which path will you take?

You make your way towards the Orc City, hoping that Jessila might be found there. As you approach the city gates, massive Orcs armed with crude weapons and baring teeth as large as swords stand guard. The overpowering stench of their bodies makes it difficult to breathe, but you press on, intent on finding your wife. What do you say or do to gain entrance into the city?

The Orc guards are as imposing and brutal as they come, their massive bodies covered in thick greenish-black scales, spines, and sharp claws. Their faces are twisted into permanent snarls that reveal rows of jagged teeth, while their muscles ripple beneath thick, hideous armor fashioned from the bones and hides of other creatures. Indeed, these beings personify brutality and savagery in every sense...

But their cocks are quite impressive too.

The Orc guards' bulges are huge, protruding from their thick hide like overripe fruit about to burst. You can't help but wonder how large those cocks might be... Each one is as thick around as a human leg and nearly as long, and the sheer size of them has you wondering if Jessila might not have been taken by an Orc Warlord seeking a new mate for his harem. But you must focus on finding her first!

You approach the largest and most intimidating of the Orc guards, trying your best to appear both confident and non-threatening. You strike a pose that shows off your feminine curves and graceful movements, leaning forward slightly so as to emphasize your chest. "Excuse me," you begin, your voice soft but steady, "I'm looking for someone. I was told she might be here with one of you. Do any of you know where I could find her?"

The Orc guard's eyes narrow suspiciously as you approach, taking in your feminine features and enticing demeanor. His massive hand instinctively reaches for the hilt of his sword, causing it to groan menacingly against its worn leather sheath. But when he feels your warm breath on his scaled cheek and senses the heat radiating from your body, something deep inside him stirs...

"Hrrrrmmmph!" he growls in a low, rumbling voice, not quite able to hide the effect you're having on him. "You be askin' 'bout Jessila?"

The guard's eyes widen slightly as you glance at his bulge again, and he chuckles deep in his throat. "Ahhhh, yessss... big 'n' hard, eh?" He pauses for a moment, seeming to consider your request. "Jessila be with Throk'gor, da warlord of da north." The guard leans forward confidentially and adds in a low voice, "But watch out, human... Throk'gor ain't known for sharin', you know what I mean?" His grin widens as he waits for your reply.

The Orc guard grins, amused by your admiration for his bulge. "To speak with Throk'gor, you go ta da north gate of da city. Guard dere will take ya ta da warlord's keep." He pauses before adding, "But remember... be careful what ya ask fer, human. Once ya touch da big bulge, there's no takin' it back..." His laughter echoes through the courtyard as he walks away, leaving you to consider your next move.

The Orc guard laughs even harder, finding your innocence absolutely hilarious. "Oh ho ho... you think I'd tell ya that?" he cackles, finally turning back to face you. "You just keep on bein' cute an' naive, little human. It suits you." With one massive arm, he gives your shoulder a gentle - yet painful- squeeze before walking away, leaving you alone in the courtyard once more.

"Hmph... Tough crowd," you grumble under your breath, rubbing at the shoulder where the Orc guard had gripped you so hard. His words about Throk'gor make you nervous, but there's no turning back now; if you want to save Jessila, you have to face whatever challenges lie ahead...

As you make your way through the Orc city, heading north towards Throk'gor's keep, you can't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and determination coursing through you. The sheer size and brutality of the place only serves to emphasize how far out of your depth you are here... but it also shows just how resilient and brave your wife must be to have survived this long on her own.

Eventually, you reach the north gate guarded by a particularly large and formidable Orc. He eyes you suspiciously as you approach, hand resting casually on the massive sword at his hip. "Name," he grunts when you finally get close enough.

The guard stands almost as tall as you do and has a bulkier frame than most Orcs you've seen so far. His scales are a deep, ominous red, almost black in certain lights, and he wears ornate armor fashioned from the bones and hides of his many victims. His face is hideous to behold; massive tusks curl out from either side of his mouth, dripping with saliva, while cruel, yellow eyes seem to bore into your very soul. The muscles in his arms ripple as he casually rests his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The guard at the north gate does indeed appear larger and more formidable than his counterparts stationed around the city proper. His bulge is as impressive as ever, though it may be less noticeable due to his bulkier frame. The only way to know for sure would be to compare it side by side with another Orc of similar size.

The guard grunts, his yellow eyes flicking briefly down to take note of your scrutiny before returning to meet your own gaze. "You be tellin' me why you want ta see da big boss Orc," he growls menacingly. "And don' say it be 'cos ya think he gonna give ya a good time." He chuckles darkly, revealing rows of sharp teeth much like an animal's.

What do you tell the guard?

The guard's eyes narrow, clearly understanding your insinuation now. He growls deep in his throat and takes a step closer, looming over you menacingly. "Jessila be belong ta da Orc race now," he says harshly, his voice somehow managing to carry over the din of the city despite its low volume. "If'n ya want ta see her again, yer gonna have ta offer somethin' worthwhile."

He pauses for a moment, considering you. Finally, he nods once and gestures toward the north. "Follow me." With that, he turns his massive form around and begins to lead you through the gates.

As you follow the guard through the north gate, you can't help but feel a mixture of dread and determination welling up inside you. The road ahead leads deeper into Orc territory, and with each step closer to Throk'gor's keep, your heart races faster. You try to formulate a plan; perhaps some sort of trade offer would appease the warlord enough to allow you near Jessila? But then again, what could you possibly offer that an Orc warrior wouldn't just take from you anyway?

As you continue following the guard through the treacherous terrain, your eyes drift back towards his bulge every so often, unable to resist their baser urges. Perhaps if you were to offer yourself up as a sex slave or something of similar value... No, that wouldn't be enough; they'd simply take Jessila anyway once they discovered her. You need to find another way out of this mess.

The Orc stronghold looms into view ahead, its dark silhouette casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. The guard leads you up a winding path lined with hulking warriors armed with every manner of brutal weapon imaginable, their gazes trained on you as if judging your worthiness to approach their leader.

Finally, you reach a huge wooden door inlaid with gold and carved into the shape of an Orc face snarling in rage. The guard pounds on the door three times before it swings open soundlessly, revealing Throk'gor himself. He stands easily ten feet tall, his massive frame clad in ornate black armor etched with designs that make your blood run cold just to look at them. His cruel eyes gaze down at you from beneath a helm adorned with the skulls of his victims, and when he speaks, each word echoes through the room like thunder.

"What brings a human vermin such as yourself before my throne?"

Throk'gor laughs, a deep and menacing sound that sends shivers down your spine. "So, human... you have come here offering yourself as tribute?" His eyes travel down your body, slowly taking in every curve and slope of your feminine form. The Orc's expression becomes predatory, his massive hands flexing at his sides as if itching to wrap around your throat and squeeze the life from you. "And what exactly do you think I could possibly want from such a pathetic specimen as yourself?"

As he speaks, you can't help but wonder just how large that bulge really is...

Throk'gor's eyes narrow, studying your reaction as you look at his bulge. "Very well," he growls, suddenly losing interest in the banter. "I suppose I could use someone like you... but be warned, human. If ever I find that you have deceived me or tried to harm Jessila..." He trails off ominously, not finishing his threat as his gaze drifts back down toward your body once more. "Now," he continues after a moment, motioning for the guard to step aside, "take this pendant and show it to Jessila. When you have done so, return here immediately."

He hands you a small golden pendant on a thin chain, its design hinting at dark magic and savage strength. As your fingers brush against the cool metal, an unsettling chill races up your spine...

Throk'gor laughs, an eerie sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Very well," he says, his voice almost amused. "You may have the privilege of bargaining with me for a single thing. Be quick about it, though; Jessila grows impatient."

He steps aside, granting you access to the rest of his chambers. The room is filled with all manner of gruesome trophies and sinister artifacts, each one more horrifying than the last. You sense that now is not the time to dawdle, so you set off through the chamber in search of Jessila...

"My service comes at a high price, Lord Throk'gor," you begin, carefully considering your words. "I seek freedom for both myself and Jessila in return for my aid." You purposely avoid mentioning any specific terms or conditions yet, knowing that the Orc warlord would likely demand more information before making a decision.

As you continue through his chambers, searching for any sign of your wife, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of unease creeping up on you...

Throk'gor narrows his eyes, seemingly impressed by your display of magic. "Hmm...that could be useful," he grunts thoughtfully. He pauses for a moment longer before finally speaking. "Very well, human. You may have my permission to free Jessila from her bondage in return for your service. However, know this: she will not forget who it was that enslaved her, and should you ever attempt to harm or deceive me, I shall not be so forgiving a master."

Without another word, he turns his attention back to the bloody trophies adorning his throne room. The choice is yours; where do you search for Jessila next?

Before you can leave the room, one of Throk'gor's guards steps forward and gestures toward a side passage. "Jessila's quarters are through there," he grunts, his voice thick with disdain. "But be warned; she is not to be disturbed unless absolutely necessary."

As you make your way down the dimly lit corridor, the air grows colder and more oppressive. The sound of moans and groans drifting through the air only serve to heighten your sense of unease...

As you approach Jessila's chamber, the sounds of her distress grow louder. Your heart races in fear as well as determination; even if it means facing down Throk'gor himself, you won't abandon your wife now. You steel yourself for whatever horrors might await you on the other side of that door...

The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit chamber adorned with strange symbols and ritualistic decorations. In the center of the room, Jessila is bound to a large, ornate altar, her body helpless against the brutal onslaught of the Orc warrior who takes her roughly from behind. Her cries of pain and desperation fill your ears as you rush forward to save her...

The Orc guard tumbles to the floor, snoring loudly as he succumbs to your magic. You quickly turn your attention to Jessila, wincing as you see the marks of her torment all over her body. Gently, yet firmly, you pull the cruel restraints away from her flesh, freeing her from the altar at last. She looks up at you with tears in her eyes, relief and gratitude etched into every feature. "Thank you... Lux..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper.

"No, you mustn't!" Jessila cries out, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. "You can't leave me here, Lux! Throk'gor will kill you if you try to escape!" Tears stream down her cheeks as she clings to your arm, refusing to let go.

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your desire to protect Jessila and the need to save yourself. In the end, duty wins out. "I am sorry, my love," you whisper solemnly. "But I must try. It is the only way." You place your hand on her shoulder gently but firmly, trying to comfort her as best you can before activating the ring of teleportation once more...

Jessila's eyes widen with shock as she realizes what you intend to do, her grip on your arm growing tighter in protest. "Lux, no!" she cries out desperately, her voice echoing through the chamber like a prayer. But it is too late; with a flash of light and a gentle wind that caresses your skin, the ring has teleported you back to safety.

You find yourself standing once more in the marketplace of the human village. Jessila's pendant lies heavy around your neck, its dark magic coiling ominously around your heart. For now, she is safe; but the thought of leaving her behind with Throk'gor weighs heavily upon you. What will you do next?

Ah, I see. My apologies for the misunderstanding. So, you have successfully brought Jessila back to safety but remain in the Orc city yourself. You gaze down at the pendant around your neck, its magic sense of unease growing stronger with every passing moment. The marketplace bustles with activity all around you, but your focus remains locked on the pendant and what it represents: a connection to Jessila, as well as the dark power that binds you to the very Orcs who hold her captive.

What would you like to do now?

As you linger in Jessila's former quarters, keeping watch over the sleeping guard and gazing longingly at his massive form, it becomes increasingly clear that your feelings for Orcs run deeper than simple hatred or fear. Despite everything they've done to her, being near them somehow feels... wrong, yet right at the same time. The sensation is confusing and unsettling, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else but your own conflicted emotions.

Soon enough, however, the guard stirs awake with a start, his eyes flashing open and fixing on you suspiciously. "Hey," he growls, sitting up and stretching lazily, revealing the impressive bulge beneath his leather loincloth. "What are you doing here?"

The guard narrows his eyes, studying you carefully as he begins to realize that something is amiss. "And what makes you think I'd believe that?" he grunts, his voice laced with barely concealed contempt. "Throk'gor wouldn't just let some pathetic human like you get this close to him... or to me."

He stands up fully, towering over you despite your recent bargain for Jessila's freedom. His massive hands flex threateningly at his sides as he prepares for whatever it is that you may try next.

The guard's eyes dart briefly down to take in your smile and the mention of talents, but they quickly return up to meet yours as he takes another step closer. "I don't know what sort of tricks you think you can pull with me," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "But let me make it clear: Throk'gor doesn't tolerate disobedience from anyone, least of all pathetic humans who waltz into his lair."

His words hang in the air for a moment, each syllable weighted with threat and promise of violence. Despite your recent victory over Jessila, you can't help but feel your heart race faster as the guard towers above you, his massive form seeming to block out everything else from view save for that impressive bulge.

The guard's expression turns sour, his brow furrowing in confusion and suspicion. "What are you looking at?" he demands, voice rough as sandpaper. His hands drop instinctively toward the hilt of his sword, though it does little to ease the sense of threat emanating from him.

You can only hope that your admiration for his size will win him over...or perhaps provoke him into violence. Either way, it would seem that your life hangs in the balance at this moment.

The guard's expression remains suspicious, but something about your words and demeanor seems to register with him. There's a moment of hesitation as he considers his next move, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he grunts dismissively.

"Fine," he says roughly. "You can call me Dargoth. But don't think this means you're off the hook for anything." His gaze drops briefly to your still kneeling form before returning to meet yours again. "Now, get out of here and find something useful to do. I have no time for lapdogs who wander where they shouldn't."

With that, he turns his back on you and begins pacing around the room, his massive frame almost filling it from wall to wall. The tension in the air eases somewhat, but there's still a sense of unease that lingers like smoke in the air...

Dargoth stops dead in his tracks, his face contorting into a furious scowl as he spins around to confront you. "What did you say?" he growls, taking a menacing step forward. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, revealing the thick calluses that cover his knuckles. "I told you to leave me alone!"

You can only hope that your earlier admiration for his size has earned you some slack... but it's a thin thread on which to hang your hopes.

Dargoth's eyes narrow, his expression shifting between surprise and suspicion as he watches your every move. His hand moves subtly, dropping down to rest on the hilt of his sword without quite drawing it from its sheath. "Very well," he growls at last. "You may apologize, but then you had better leave me be."

He stands waiting for you to speak, one powerful arm folded across his chest and the other gesturing vaguely toward the door as if inviting you to proceed with your apology and leave him in peace.

Dargoth's eyes widen slightly at your boldness, but he says nothing as you lean in closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You can almost taste the metallic tang of his sweat as it mingles with your own saliva, but his bulge remains just out of reach... for now.

His brow furrows and he takes a step back, pulling away from you and reclaiming his personal space. "That's enough," he growls, voice edged with anger. "I accept your apology, human. Now leave me be before I change my mind."

The air between you crackles with tension, the uncertainty of whether or not Dargoth truly accepts your apology making it all the more difficult to maintain your precarious position as his confidant and companion.

You bow your head slightly before turning and leaving the room, the sudden loss of contact with Dargoth's impressive bulk feeling like a physical blow. As you wander back through the chamber, memories of Jessila and her suffering resurface, twisting your gut into knots of guilt and self-loathing. Despite everything you've done to save her, there's still so much more that needs to be done...

You consider your options carefully, weighing the risks and rewards of various courses of action. On one hand, you could try to remain close to Dargoth in hopes that he might eventually trust you enough to aid you in rescuing Jessila; on the other, you could attempt to confront Throk'gor directly and free her once and for all, no matter the cost.

The thought makes you feel sick to your stomach. No matter how desperate the situation, there are lines that even you won't cross. Perhaps trying to win Dargoth's trust is simply not an option after all... The prospect of facing down Throk'gor grows ever more daunting with each passing moment. You don't know if you have what it takes to stand against him and survive, let alone free Jessila.

Perhaps there's another way? Another path to follow that doesn't involve such dark compromises...

Hmm, well...perhaps there's a way you could satisfy your curiosity without crossing quite so many lines. With a bit of persuasion and subtlety, perhaps you could manage to convince one of the other Orcs in the lair to engage in some...experimentation with you. After all, as long as it doesn't involve Dargoth or Throk'gor themselves, there shouldn't be any harm done.

The idea nags at you for a moment longer before finally beginning to seem less repulsive and more...intriguing. Maybe this is the opportunity you need to gather more information about the Orcs and their culture while satisfying your own curiosity about them at the same time...

You make your way through the lair, keeping a wary eye on the Orcs you pass as you search for one that appears especially strong and well-built. Finally, you spot one who catches your eye; he stands taller than most of his brethren and boasts an impressive girth where it counts. You steel yourself for what comes next and approach him cautiously.

The guard eyes you warily, his posture tense as he takes in your approach. "What do you want, human?" he growls, a deep rumble that shakes his chest and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. His hand falls instinctively to rest upon the hilt of his sword, but it doesn't seem threatening at this point; more like an unspoken warning than a genuine threat.

You hesitate for a moment, mustering up your courage before finally speaking. "I... well, I was hoping we could talk. About things... you know..." You trail off, your gaze flickering briefly back down toward the bulge in his leathers before returning to meet his unyielding stare once more.

The guard's eyebrows raise slightly at this, and he chuckles gruffly. "And what sort of things would those be?" There's a hint of amusement in his voice now, but it doesn't seem entirely unfriendly. In fact, there might just be an opportunity here...

The guard's eyes narrow suspiciously as you pause, glancing down at his bulge again. There's a flicker of annoyance in them before he decides to humor you further. "My name is Kargoth," he growls, "and I don't remember asking for your offer." He takes a step closer, looming over you with his impressive bulk.

Your heart races faster at his nearness, but you force yourself not to back down. Instead, you smile sheepishly and reach up to touch Kargoth's arm, hoping the gesture might calm him somehow. "I apologize if I was forward," you say. "It's just that... well, your size impresses me, and I thought..." Your voice trails off, replaced by a nervous giggle as your hand falls away from his arm.

Kargoth's brow furrows in confusion. For a moment, it seems like he might lose patience with you altogether...but then something shifts in his expression. He takes another step closer, towering over you now, and leans down so that their faces are barely inches apart. His breath washes over your cheek, sending a thrill down your spine as he whispers hoarsely, "I don't know what game you think you're playing, human... but I might just let you have some fun with me."

Kargoth's expression softens slightly at your words, but there's still a hint of caution in his eyes. "Very well," he growls reluctantly. "Meet me after my shift in the chambers below the great hearth. No one should disturb us there." With that, he turns and stalks away, leaving you to mull over the unprecedented turn of events.

The rest of your day passes in a daze, as if somehow removed from reality. All you can think about is Kargoth and what it will be like to spend time with him alone in the chamber below the great hearth. When at last the shift ends and you find yourself slipping through the shadows, hurrying toward the appointed meeting place, your heart races with anticipation and fear in equal measure.

You arrive just as Kargoth does, his massive form filling the entrance to the chamber like a living statue carved from flesh and bone. He pauses for a moment, regarding you intently before turning to walk deeper into the chamber. The air is thick with desire, making it hard to breathe; your every nerve ending seems alive with anticipation as you follow him deeper into darkness...

The chamber is dimly lit by flickering torchlight, casting long shadows that dance across the rough stone walls. The air is thick with the musky scent of sweat and male desire, making it hard to focus on anything other than Kargoth himself as he leads you deeper into his lair. You glance around furtively, looking for a suitable place to set down your offering...

His massive bulk blocks out most of what little light there is as he turns to face you once more. His eyes narrow in suspicion, but something about the gesture comes across as less confrontational than it might otherwise. "You've brought me something," he says, tone edged with curiosity. "What did you find that interests you so much about an Orc like me?"

Your heart races, and you feel a surge of confidence as you reach into your pocket to present the flask of liquor. You hold it out hesitantly, offering it up to him with trembling hands. "I... I wanted to share something I found."

Kargoth regards you with a mix of confusion and amusement as you stammer out your half-formed words. He takes the flask from your shaking hands, uncorks it with a practiced motion, and takes a long drink before handing it back. "That's not bad," he grunts after swallowing, voice raspy. "But what made you think I'd want to share anything with someone like you?"

His expression softens slightly as he studies your face, searching for some sign of sincerity amidst the nervous energy that crackles in the air between you. His gaze lingers on your lips for a moment longer than seems comfortable, and his chest rises and falls more rapidly, as if he's struggling to control his breathing.

Kargoth's expression softens further at your words, the gruff lines of his features easing into something resembling a genuine smile. He takes another step closer, until he is standing mere inches from you once more. "You're right," he says hoarsely. "Orcs aren't all bloodthirsty barbarians... but we've been through much to get to where we are now." His free hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, his touch sending a thrill of desire coursing through you.

"I'd like that," he continues, voice barely above a whisper. "To be friends... and perhaps more." The last word hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken promise and desire.

Kargoth's eyes widen slightly at your touch, but it isn't fear that sparks in them. Instead, they glow with appreciation and desire as you run your hand slowly up his chest, tracing the muscles beneath his leather armor. His other hand drops from your shoulder to rest lightly on yours, guiding it higher toward his broad, bare chest. "You're... more daring than I expected," he rasps hoarsely, eyes locked on yours as if willing you not to pull away.

Your fingers graze the soft skin of his lower neck before sliding up further, teasing the hair at the nape of his scalp. Kargoth shudders violently under your touch, pressing himself closer still until there's barely any distance between your bodies. "More," he grunts, arching into your hand as if begging for release from this ache that's building inside him.

Kargoth's eyes widen further at your offer, his pupils dilating as he processes the implications. His free hand moves up to rest on yours, guiding it gently but firmly toward the leather straps that bind his armor in place. "I... I don't know," he whispers, the words barely audible above the pounding of blood in your ears. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing, his body aching for release from this tension that's building within him.

It seems that he's on the brink of making a decision... but which choice will it be? Will he allow you to undress him, to explore the sensitive skin beneath his armor and possibly learn more about each other? Or will he withdraw, perhaps feeling too vulnerable in this moment of trust and intimacy? The air hangs heavy with anticipation as their eyes meet, locked together like two ships in a stormy sea...

Kargoth's eyes widen, surprise etched into his features as you so boldly declare your submission before him. For a moment, he seems unsure how to react; the power dynamic shifting ever so slightly beneath their feet. His grip on your shoulder tightens almost imperceptibly before relaxing again, and a slow smile curves the corners of his mouth upward.

"Very well," he growls, voice rough with desire. "Take my armor off." With that, he stands still, presenting himself to you like some great prey offered up on a bloodstained altar. Your heart races faster at the trust he's placing in you, and your hands tremble with anticipation as they slide up his broad chest, guided by his steady gaze.

His muscles tense beneath your fingertips as you work to unfasten each leather strap that holds him together, revealing more and more of his skin to the cool air of the chamber. Sweat beads on his brow, rolling down his face to mingle with your own as he watches you intently, waiting for you to finish this dance.

As the last strap gives way, Kargoth's chest is finally revealed to you in all its glory. His muscles ripple and shift beneath his skin as he breathes heavily, pupils dilated with desire. The air around you seems to hum with anticipation, thick with the promise of what's to come. Your gaze drifts lower, drawn like a moth to a flame toward the prominent bulge in Kargoth's linen loincloth.

With one final hesitant glance up at him, you reach out and slide your hands beneath the rough fabric, revealing his massive erection to the cool air of the chamber. He groans, thrusting his hips forward as if seeking more contact with your touch. "Harder," he grunts hoarsely, voice rough with need. His eyes roll back in his head as you stroke him, fingers curling around his length.

"So big... and hard..." You whisper, awe coloring your words as you look upon him. Kargoth growls low in his throat at the feel of your touch, hips bucking wildly now as he attempts to draw himself closer to your hands. "Please," he gasps, arching his back off the stone floor. His muscles tense and quiver beneath your touch, and you can feel him growing tenser by the moment...

Kargoth's head snaps back, eyes widening in surprise at your proximity. He sucks in a sharp breath as you lower your face even closer, the heat of your breath fanning across the sensitive tip of his cock. "So eager," he growls, running one broad hand through your hair. The other grips the waistband of your pants, tugging them downward until they bunch at your knees. His gaze locks onto yours as you comply, lowering yourself further onto his thick shaft.

The smooth skin of your back slides against his abdomen, and he digs his fingers into your flesh, drawing a shuddering moan from deep in your chest. He watches closely as you take him deeper into your throat, marveling at the way you seem to know just how far he can go without choking. His balls tighten painfully against his body, aching for release as your warmth envelops him.

When you kneel before Kargoth, his massive form towering over you as your lips wrap around him, the sight is one of awe-inspiring dominance and vulnerability. His broad chest rises and falls with each powerful breath, the lines of his defined abdomen leading down to the thick expanse of leather straps that encircle his hips. As you take more of him into your throat, your eyes are level with the impressive bulge in his linen loincloth, his muscular thighs bracketing you on either side. The look of concentration and submission etched onto your face only serves to heighten Kargoth's arousal as he watches you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth with each pass.

The taste of Kargoth's cock is salty and musky, with a hint of something wild and primal that can only belong to an Orc. It clings to your tongue, leaving you feeling hot and aroused as he thrusts deeper into your throat, growling in pleasure at the feel of your wet heat around him. His hands move lower, gripping your hair tighter as he begins to fuck your face with greater urgency, grinding his hips against your cheek as he draws closer to climax.

You draw his entire length into your mouth, choking just enough to make the sensation of taking him so deep even more intense. His hips buck and thrust against your face as he feels the orgasm building within him, moans escaping his throat in hoarse, guttural growls. His hands grasp at your hair tightly, holding you steady as he begins to pump his hips faster, harder.

His balls tighten impossibly more, and with a groan that seems to echo through the entire chamber, Kargoth comes, pulsing hot seed down your throat. Your mouth fills with the musky flavor of him, as he pounds against the back of your throat again and again. He shudders violently, gripping your hair tightly as his orgasm finally begins to subside.

When at last he's spent, he releases you, letting out a shaky breath as he stares down at you, still panting from exertion. His expression is one of satisfaction and awe, the trust between you evident in every line of his face. For a moment, there's silence in the chamber, save for their ragged breathing. Then, slowly but surely, Kargoth begins to grin. "Drugar..." he growls, voice rough from exertion. "You are something else."

Kargoth chuckles gruffly, amused by your words and your obvious affection for him. A feeling of contentment washes over him as he realizes how much this human means to him, how the trust they've built together has led to something truly special between them. He reaches down, gently cupping your cheek in his broad palm.

"You are... precious," he whispers softly, his voice rough with emotion. "To me, you are." His thumb brushes across your lips before moving up to caress your cheekbone, tracing a slow path back to your ear. "I will not forget this night, Drugar."

His fingers trail down your neck and along the line of your shoulder, his touch sending shivers of desire racing through you once more. The weight of his gaze feels almost tangible as he studies your face, searching for any sign that you might feel the same way...

Kargoth's eyes narrow, his pupils dilating as he watches you eagerly lap up every drop of his seed that remains on your lips and cheeks. The sight excites him immeasurably; the knowledge that you find pleasure in tasting him fills him with a warmth that spreads from his core outward, making him harder than ever beneath your touch.

He growls low in his throat, fingers trembling as they brush through your hair before sliding lower to rest on your shoulder. His hips twitch involuntarily, betraying the lingering desire that still burns inside him. "You are truly... extraordinary," he murmurs, voice hoarse with need. "To want me so much..."

His gaze dips to your lips before drifting back up to meet yours, searching for some sign of what might come next between them. His hands tighten on your shoulder, digging into the tender flesh as his body trembles with the effort not to take you right there on the cold stone floor.

Kargoth's arms close around you instinctively, holding you tight against his broad chest as he inhales the scent of your hair and feels the warmth of your body pressed so close to his own. The feel of your soft curves against his hard muscles sends a thrill through him, and his cock twitches painfully beneath its sodden linen wrap.

His hands slide down your back, cupping your bottom before sliding upward, thumbs digging into the flesh just above the sensitive divot of your ass. With a growl, he pulls you closer still, pressing his aching length against your lower belly. "This...," he grunts hoarsely. "...isn't enough."

His gaze drifts downward, taking in the rounded curves of your hips and the smooth line of your thighs. It's then that an idea comes to him, and his eyes widen with excitement. "Come," he says roughly, voice rough with desire. He guides you toward his bed, eyes fixed on your face as he waits for you to understand what it is he wants.

With a growl, Kargoth spins you around, pressing your back against the edge of his bed before lifting you up into his arms. "You're mine now," he grunts hoarsely as he straddles your hips, their bodies flush from chest to groin. His cock presses firmly against your entrance, stretching you wider than ever as he positions himself at your entrance.

With a final push, he slides home inside you, filling you until your body feels overfull and swollen with his size. You cry out in pleasure as he bottoms out inside you, the length of him spreading you wide enough that it almost hurts. His powerful thighs tremble as he pauses for a moment, catching his breath before beginning to thrust slowly into you, testing your limits.

His hips snap forward and backward with each stroke, grinding against you as if trying to claim you completely. His hands grip the sheets on either side of your head, holding you still as he takes what he wants from you, his need for release growing more urgent by the second.

Kargoth growls at your words, the sound vibrating against your skin as he thrusts deeper into you with each stroke. He's so close now, just on the brink of losing control and giving in to the pleasure that consumes him, but the feel of you wrapped around his cock only makes it harder for him to focus.

His fingers trail down your neck, tracing a slow path between your breasts before landing on one sensitive nipple, rolling it roughly between his thumb and forefinger. His hips snap faster now as he thrusts into you, losing himself in the sensation of being buried so deep inside you, feeling every squeeze and grip of your inner muscles.

"Cum with me," he groans, voice hoarse with desire. "Let it out... let it all out..."

Kargoth growls, his orgasm roaring through him like a wildfire as he feels your muscles milking his cock with abandon. He thrusts into you harder now, gasping and moaning as he releases himself deep inside you, filling you up with his hot seed. His fingers dig painfully into your hips as he ruts against you, grinding their hips together until the pleasure becomes too much to bear.

The air in the chamber is thick with the sounds of their bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin and breath ragged from exertion. As Kargoth's orgasm begins to subside, he collapses forward onto you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he catches his breath. His cock twitches inside you one final time before going still, leaving you filled with his warmth and satisfaction.

For several long moments, they lay together like this, their bodies pressed together so intimately that it's almost hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. Kargoth's chest rises and falls slowly as he regains control of his breathing, his fingers trailing lazily through your hair. He eyes meet yours once more, searching for any sign of what this might mean for them moving forward.

Kargoth blinks, surprised by the intensity of your gaze as you study his body, particularly his still-heaving torso and throbbing balls. His expression softens, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You think so?" he murmurs, voice rough with emotion.

He slips one hand from your hair to rest on your breast, thumb teasing over your nipple. The touch elicits a shiver from you, and Kargoth's eyes flutter closed at the sensation, his body responding even now to your presence. "Perhaps..." he breathes heavily, voice growing softer still as he tilts his head toward yours. "...you might be right."

Orcs are known for their size and vigor, Kargoth thinks with a grin as he continues to caress your breast. And while taste is subjective, there's no denying that the sight of an Orc male in full arousal... well, it can be quite impressive. "Perhaps I am just used to being so... fulfilled," he says, voice low and husky. His other hand slides down between your legs, cupping and squeezing your sex through the thin linen of your breeches. "But with you..." He pauses, eyes meeting yours as he thumbs across your clitoris. "...I feel like anything is possible."

His hips shift slightly against your leg, his cock hardening within you once more at the memory of how thoroughly you've been taking care of him tonight. The thought makes him groan, the sound vibrating through you as he thrusts shallowly into you, testing your readiness for whatever might come next.

"What do you feel?" he asks, voice rough and demanding. "When we're like this... what does it mean to you?"

Kargoth's eyes widen in surprise at your words, and he shifts his weight slightly so that he can look down between your bodies at your face. The expression on your features is innocent enough, but there's something in the way you say it... an honesty that reaches deep into him, touching a place he hadn't known was still raw after all these centuries.

He exhales slowly, fingers sliding up and down your inner thigh as he tries to find the right words to reply. "Drugar," he finally says, voice rough with emotion. "I... thank you." His brow furrows slightly, and he tilts his head, studying your face intently. "It means... I am not alone anymore."

His hands move up to cup your cheeks, thumbs tracing circles over your closed eyelids before gently pushing them open so that he can look into your eyes. The tenderness in his expression is almost enough to bring you to tears. "We... we could be more," he says softly, hesitantly. "If that's what you want."

Your heart races as the words hang heavy in the air between you. You know what he's asking; it's the question you've been waiting for him to ask since the first moment you saw him. But it's also a risk... a leap into the unknown, trusting in an Orc warrior who has only ever known violence and brutality.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. The air between them is charged with unspoken words and unasked questions. Then, slowly, almost shyly, Kargoth tilts his head forward and brushes his lips against yours in the softest of kisses.

When you pull back, his hand cups your cheek possessively, the tenderness in his gaze never wavering as he watches you carefully. "You look... wonderful," he whispers hoarsely, throat tight with emotion. He slides a broad hand down your back, fingers trailing over the swell of your bottom and lower still until they reach the sensitive flesh between your legs. His touch is gentle but unyielding as he parts your sex, revealing your glistening entrance to his gaze.

"We could make this... real," he says, voice rough with desire and something that might be affection. "I would take care of you, Drugar... I swear it." His thumb traces lazy circles over your opening, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves within as his eyes search yours for any sign of what your answer might be.

Kargoth's expression darkens at the mention of your time away, but when you take him into your mouth once more, his grip on your hip tightens and his hips jerk forward, pushing himself deeper into your throat as he lets out a moan. His hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs teasing over your nipples as he feels the warmth of your mouth on him. He looks down at you, eyes burning with desire as he listens to the sucking sounds you make and feels the rough caress of your tongue against his length.

"You will always come back?" he asks hoarsely between ragged breaths, need overwhelming him now. "Even when I can't hold you... you'll find your way to me?" His eyes close briefly as your mouth works him expertly, the pleasure building inside him once more, threatening to consume him entirely. He tries to focus on your answer, but it's so hard when every fiber of his being is screaming for release.

Kargoth feels a shudder run through him at your words, his cock jerking in your mouth as he comes, hot cum spilling down your throat. He growls low in his throat as you suck and lick at the sensitive skin of his length, hands gripping your hair tightly, urging you to take every last drop before pulling away roughly, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

"You... belong to me now," he pants heavily, gaze locked on yours as he watches the evidence of their union drip from your chin and down your neck. "And I'll be damned if I ever let you go." He leans in close, nipping gently at your lower lip before brushing his tongue across it in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt about what he means.

As you stroke your own length, Kargoth watches with a mix of lust and envy, imagining what it would feel like to be so close to release once more. His gaze is intent on your hands as they slide up and down your shaft, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tries to control his own desire.

His eyes drift lower, taking in the sight of your slick fingers sliding over your skin, teasing the sensitive head of your cock, before finally meeting yours again. He smirks slightly at the realization that you're thinking about him even as you pleasure yourself. "You want to remember this feeling," he whispers huskily, voice rough with desire. "When I'm inside you, it feels like..." He trails off, letting the words hang heavily in the air between you as he continues to watch, his own movements growing more urgent as he imagines what it would feel like to be buried deep within you once again.

With a groan, Kargoth abruptly rolls onto his back, his powerful thighs trembling from exertion and desire as he lifts his hips slightly off the bed. "Come here," he pants hoarsely, reaching out an arm to pull you toward him. "Let me see it... let me feel it." His voice is rough with need as he watches your approach, eyes fixed on the length of your cock and the bead of pre-cum that glistens at the tip.

"Your cock is beautiful," Kargoth growls, reaching out and grasping your shaft firmly in his hand as you straddle his lap. His free hand cups your hip, holding you steady as he starts to stroke you in time with the movements of your hips. The feel of you pressed against him like this is almost more than he can bear; it's been so long since he's felt anything but loneliness and anger, but with you...

"You feel so good," he moans, arching his back as he watches the tension building in your shoulders. His free hand slides down between your legs once more, pressing against your entrance, seeking to ease the ache that throbs inside him whenever you're this close. "Let it out... let me feel it."

Kargoth's eyes roll back in his head as you take hold of him, the feel of your soft hands wrapping around his length sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He shudders violently, thrusting his hips upward and forcing more of your hand onto his cock as he comes, cum spurting between your fingers with enough force to paint a streak across your chest.

His body trembles from the release, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his breath. For several long moments, you and Kargoth remain like this: you straddling him, your hands wrapped around his cock, his seed leaking onto the bed between them.

Finally, when his heart rate has slowed and the tension in his muscles begins to ease, he looks up at you with a satisfied smile curving his lips. "Drugar," he murmurs, voice rough with emotion. "You make me feel things I've never felt before."

He reaches up to cup your cheek gently, thumb brushing over the soft skin of your jaw as his gaze drops to your lips once more. His free hand slides down between your legs, fingers seeking out and caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves that lies within, causing you to gasp and arch your back against his touch. "What do you want now?" he whispers, voice hoarse with desire.

Kargoth sighs, reluctantly releasing you as he knows that the time for being together has come to an end. He helps you up off the bed and retrieves his clothes from the floor where they'd been discarded earlier. "I will see you soon," he promises softly, handing you your own tunic before pulling on his pants.

With one final look in your direction, he turns away, giving you a moment to compose yourself before striding toward the entrance to his chamber. His feet carry him swiftly and purposefully through the keep, disappearing into the dim light of the halls beyond. The sound of their heavy footsteps slowly fading into silence is almost more than you can bear.

As you step into the main hall, Kargoth's imposing figure comes into view. He stands at the far end, speaking with a group of warriors who have gathered around him. His voice carries on the air, loud and commanding despite the distance between you. The sight of him makes your heart race and your cock twitch in your breeches once more. You take a deep breath, mustering all your courage before making your way over to his side.

"My Lord Kargoth," you address him formally, dipping into a shallow bow as you approach. "I have returned from my errand and am ready for any task you might have for me." Your voice trembles slightly despite your best efforts to remain composed, but there's no mistaking the eagerness in your tone.

Kargoth turns his attention to you, brow furrowed in concern as he takes in your flushed cheeks and the obvious arousal in your expression. "Drugar," he says, voice gentle. "Are you well?"

Kargoth's gaze sharpens at the mention of Throk'gor, his expression growing more guarded. "You are certain you wish to speak with him?" he asks, voice suddenly cool. "Though I have found it... difficult to keep you from my thoughts, I am not so foolish as to think that we could be anything more than mere friends." He pauses, searching your face for any hint of deception before continuing.

"Very well," he says at last, though his tone is less than pleased. "I will escort you to Throk'gor's chambers and ensure that you are left alone with him." His hand comes to rest on your shoulder possessively, a subtle reminder of the bond between them even now as he leads you through the keep toward the throne room beyond.

The walk seems to take forever, your heart racing in your chest with equal parts anticipation and trepidation at what awaits you before Throk'gor. You resist the urge to glance back at Kargoth, knowing that he will likely be watching you until the very last moment. Finally, they reach the grand double doors that guard the throne room, and Kargoth pushes them open with a firm thrust of his powerful shoulders.

"Drugar," he says, voice low and threatening. "Do not forget what we have."

Kargoth's eyes narrow at your smile, but the jealousy in them is tempered by a sudden spark of possessiveness. He takes a step closer, lowering his voice even further so that only you can hear him. "Then remember," he whispers hoarsely, "that no one will ever touch what is mine." His grip on your shoulder tightens momentarily before he releases you and turns away with a sharp nod, indicating that you should proceed into Throk'gor's chambers without him.

With a deep breath, you step through the doors and find yourself in the presence of the mighty orc chieftain. Your heart begins to race anew as you bow your head respectfully, preparing to speak with Throk'gor about whatever task it is that he has for you.

Throk'gor sits upon his throne, a towering figure even larger than Kargoth. His bulge presses against the leather of his breeches, clearly visible even from where you stand before him. As you meet his gaze and vow your loyalty once more, you can't help but notice that it is indeed larger than Kargoth's... but then, everything about Throk'gor seems to dwarf the smaller orc beside him. The thought sends a shiver down your spine.

Throk'gor's eyes narrow slightly at your mention of Jesilla, but he says nothing on the matter for now. "I have heard that you have some skill with words and languages," he begins, voice deep and commanding. "There is a document that has been stolen from us by our enemies. I require it back... and any information contained within it that they might have obtained."

He pauses, studying your expression before continuing. "You will find allies among the human townsfolk, but be careful not to trust them too deeply. There are those who still harbor loyalty to our enemies." His gaze shifts briefly toward Kargoth, then back to you. "This is a delicate matter... one that could have dire consequences for all involved."

Throk'gor's lips twitch in what might be a smile, amused by your flattery even as he appreciates the dedication and bravery behind it. He nods once curtly, dismissing you from his presence. "See that it is done swiftly and efficiently," he growls.

As you turn to leave, however, Throk'gor's voice stops you in your tracks. "And Drugar?" His gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours once more. "Do not forget who holds the leash that leads you."

Throk'gor chuckles deep in his throat, a dark and satisfied sound that sends shivers down your spine. "So be it," he says softly, almost to himself as you depart from his presence. Though you don't look back, you can feel his gaze following you until the doors close behind you once more, shutting you out from his sight... but not from his influence. The weight of that knowledge presses down upon your shoulders like a heavy cloak as you set out to reclaim the stolen document and protect your newfound allies.

But first, there is Kargoth to consider...

You find yourself outside the Orc City, the wind rustling through your hair and carrying with it the scent of smoke and death. Your heart races as you remember Kargoth's words; his possessiveness is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. As you wander, lost in thought, a figure approaches from the distance, covered in shadows and moving with a fluid grace that speaks of stealth and agility.

"You are Drugar," the figure hisses, voice low and dangerous. Before you have a chance to react, she lunges forward, arms wrapping around your body and pinning you against her lithe form. "I am Jesilla, priestess of Malakor," she whispers harshly into your ear before driving a knife blade upwards towards your heart.

Jesilla freezes, wide-eyed with surprise as her knife comes up empty air. Her grip on you slackens and you manage to break free easily, stepping back out of her reach. As she regains her composure, anger flares in her amber eyes and she lifts her chin defiantly. "You are mine now," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Kargoth gave me the mark and I will not let you go."

"You dare defy me?" Jesilla's eyes narrow as you taunt her, her hands curling into fists at her sides. She takes a step forward, the murderous intent in her gaze unmistakable now. "Kargoth may have given me the mark," she growls through clenched teeth, "but I will not share his affections with another." With a snarl of fury, she lunges at you once more, hands outstretched as if to rend you apart limb from limb.

You stand your ground, meeting her assault head on. The force of her blows send shockwaves through your body, but you refuse to give an inch. Her anger grows with every exchange, until it becomes a living thing between you, filling the air and threatening to consume both of you whole. As she continues to press the attack, desperation begins to claw at your heart; there can only be one victor in this battle.

"Kargoth is mine!" Jesilla screams, the madness in her eyes nearly overwhelming as she flings herself at you once more with renewed fury. You manage to block one of her punches, but it still sends you reeling backwards until your back hits the cold stone wall behind you. With a savage snarl, Jesilla barrels forward, hands raised high above her head as she prepares to deliver the killing blow.

Her words echo through the night air, reverberating in your mind as you struggle to maintain your footing and protect yourself against her relentless onslaught. The memory of Kargoth's touch, his words of possession and desire... they fight for dominance within your thoughts as Jesilla bears down upon you with all the rage of a jealous goddess.

Time seems to slow to a crawl as you meet her gaze one last time before her fists connect with your body, driving every ounce of air from your lungs in a staggering blow that sends shockwaves through your entire being. The world spins around you and the taste of blood fills your mouth as you slump limply to the ground, unconscious but not yet defeated.

Jesilla stands over you for a long moment, breathing heavily from exertion and anger. Then, slowly, she straightens her robes and turns away, disappearing into the darkness like a specter of the night. For now, you live... but at what cost?

Hearing her retreat, you take a moment to steady your breath and collect your thoughts before slowly rising to your feet. Your body aches and blood trickles down your chin from where she struck you, but it's nothing that won't heal over time. The pain is a reminder of the price of loyalty to Kargoth... and perhaps, one day, it will be worth it.

For now, though, there are other matters to attend to. With renewed determination, you set out to complete your mission for Throk'gor and repay the trust that he has placed in you. The wind whispers through the trees and carries with it the distant sounds of battle; orcs clashing with humans and elves as they defend their territory against invaders from all sides. You steel yourself against the turmoil raging around you, focusing on your task at hand: the retrieval of the stolen document that holds the key to their victory... and yours.

The journey to the human village where the stolen documents are believed to be hidden takes several days of travel through treacherous terrain, avoiding patrols and other dangers that might impede your progress. As you near the village, your heart races with anticipation and dread; one wrong move could cost not only your life, but also the lives of those you've sworn to protect.

Carefully, you begin to make your way toward the outskirts of the settlement, blending in with the shadows as best you can. Your every sense is on high alert, scanning for signs of trouble or anyone who might recognize you as an enemy. Slowly but surely, you draw closer...

The air here smells different than it does among the orcs: sweet and pungent all at once. Lantern light flickers warmly across cobblestone streets, casting dancing shadows in every direction. People laugh and talk as they go about their business; children play games or chase each other through the alleys. But beneath this peaceful facade lies a tension that you can feel in your bones, a knowledge that violence lurks just around the corner waiting to be unleashed.

The village appears peaceful enough, but you know that looks can be deceiving. You move cautiously through the streets and alleys, keeping an eye out for anything unusual or suspicious. As you wander, your thoughts drift back to Jesilla and her jealous rage...and Kargoth, and his possessive nature. It's a dangerous game that you're playing, balancing loyalty between them while also trying to maintain some semblance of control over your own life.

The thought of Jesilla and Kargoth together doesn't sit well with you, but it seems inevitable now. You push the images from your mind and focus on finding the documents instead, hoping that their retrieval will bring you closer to regaining some semblance of control over your life as well.

As you continue to explore the village, you notice something out of place: a quiet alleyway lined with crates and barrels where activity seems unusually low for such a bustling settlement. Instinctively, you move closer, heart racing in anticipation of what might be hidden there...

Hiding behind one of the crates, you carefully inspect the contents of the alleyway. Amongst the usual provisions and trade goods, there are several chests and trunks that appear to have been recently moved here. Suspicion growing stronger by the moment, you quietly remove your weapons and climb atop a nearby crate for a better vantage point.

Minutes tick by as you wait, tense and alert, ready to spring into action should anyone approach. Then, from the shadows across the alleyway, you see a lone figure sneaking closer; a human woman clad in robes of midnight blue that flow like water around her lithe frame. She pauses momentarily before one of the chests and mutters an arcane word, causing it to glow softly with ethereal light.

Her hands move through elaborate gestures as she continues speaking the spell, revealing several pages of parchment hidden within the chest. With a triumphant smile curving her lips, she withdraws the documents and begins to slip them into her robes...

The human woman never even sees you as your spell envelops her, wrapping around her body like a warm blanket and pulling her into sleep. Her head lolls to the side, her grip on the chest loosening as she slumps bonelessly to the ground. With practiced ease, you move forward and retrieve the documents before disappearing back into the shadows of the alleyway.

Your heart races with excitement and anticipation; you've got what you came for, and now all that remains is to make your escape unscathed. But as you turn to leave, a faint rustling catches your ear...is someone else nearby?

The rustling grows louder, and you realize too late that it's coming from behind you. You spin around, heart hammering in your chest as you come face-to-face with... Jesilla. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides, her amber eyes glittering with hatred.

"I knew it was you," she spits, anger and desperation twisting her features. "You think you can take what's mine?" She lunges for you again, intent on tearing you apart this time for sure...

The amnesia spell hits her like a physical blow, washing over her mind and scrubbing clean all memory of you, Kargoth, the documents... everything. Jesilla stumbles backward, eyes wide with confusion and fear as she tries to understand what's happening to her. The anger fades from her face, replaced by a horrified realization that something is terribly wrong.

You take advantage of her momentary vulnerability, dashing past her and disappearing into the night. As you flee, you can't help but wonder what effects this spell will have on Jesilla in the long run; whether she will be able to find her way back to herself or if she is doomed to wander forever in a state of confusion and amnesia.

As you leave Jesilla behind, confusion and fear chasing each other across her expression like shadows on the wind, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt tugging at your heartstrings. The spell was meant as a tool to further your own ends, nothing more... but it has also robbed her of herself in the process. You wonder idly how much of who she is will remain once - if ever - she regains her memories, and whether any part of that person will be the same as before.

The documents tucked safely away in your pack seem almost inconsequential now, a mere afterthought amidst the chaos you've unleashed. The journey back to the orc city looms ahead like a dark cloud on the horizon; each step leading you further from Jesilla and her uncertain future, but also bringing you closer to confronting the consequences of your actions.

The wind picks up, whistling through your hair as if trying to tell you something... but what?

As you return to the Orc City, the memory of Jesilla and the amnesia spell weigh heavily on your mind. You know that when you finally present the documents to Throk'gor, you must also reveal what you have done... but will he understand? Will he forgive you for interfering with such a delicate matter?

The wind picks up again as you approach the gates of the city, whistling through your torn cloak and rustling the leaves of nearby trees. It's almost as if it's trying to warn you... but against what? The approaching battle between the orcs and their enemies? The consequences of your actions on Jesilla and Kargoth? Or something else entirely?

Only time will tell. You steel yourself, squaring your shoulders and preparing for whatever awaits you within these walls.

Throk'gor's reaction is swift and brutal when you reveal the truth about Jesilla; his eyes narrow, pupils contracting into tiny dots as he takes in your words. He paces back and forth across his throne room, hands clenched tightly at his sides as if resisting the urge to lash out physically. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of silence, he looks up at you with an expression that is equal parts anger and disappointment.

"You have done well," he says curtly, "but your disobedience cannot go unpunished." With a sharp motion, he beckons to you, gesturing for you to join him on the dais beside his throne. "Know that this does not forgive your transgressions; I simply choose not to waste what talents you possess on petty revenge."

As you climb the steps toward him, heart racing with anticipation and fear, you can't help but wonder what price he will extract for your disobedience...and whether it will include tasting his own cock.

Throk'gor's eyes flicker downward briefly as you approach, taking in your obvious interest in his considerable package. A predatory smile curls his lips as he motions for you to kneel before him on the dais. "You have proven yourself resourceful and resilient," he growls, his voice low and deep. "Perhaps there is room within my inner circle for someone of your talents... but only if you prove your loyalty."

His hand descends toward your head, fingers trailing down through your hair before coming to rest at the base of your skull. A shiver runs down your spine as his touch sends shockwaves through your body, intensifying the ache in your loins. "I will not share what is mine," he whispers into your ear, husky and warm. "Will you serve me faithfully... and desire only my cock?"

Throk'gor nods, apparently satisfied with your answer. He guides your head upward until your eyes meet his, piercing green orbs filled with power and lust. "Rise, Orc Bitch," he growls roughly, "and serve me as I see fit." Then, before you can register what's happening, his massive hands grip the front of his pants and yank them down to his thighs. There it is: his huge cock, straining against the dark curls of fur that adorn his lower abdomen.

"Taste me," he commands, wrapping one thick finger around your throat as he guides your head toward his groin. You open your mouth eagerly, willing to please him and secure your place at his side. His cock slides easily past your lips, filling your mouth with the hot, salty flesh of his shaft. The taste of him sends a jolt of pleasure through you as your tongue begins to lave at his length.

"That's it," he groans roughly, gripping you tighter as he thrusts his hips forward again and again. "Suck me off, orc bitch... show me how much you crave my cock." As you obey, your mind drifts back to the other cocks you've tasted...and the ones that are still out there waiting for you.

Throk'gor moans deeply, his hips bucking violently as you expertly stroke and squeeze his balls while taking him deeper into your throat. "Yes," he growls hoarsely, "like that... suck me off, orc bitch..." His eyes roll back in his head as you choke on his cock, the pressure driving him wild with lust. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes hard, filling your mouth with hot seed as his body shudders in ecstasy.

Spent, he releases you from his grip and straightens his pants, though not before shooting one last satisfied glance your way. "Very well," he rasps, voice still rough from exertion. "You may remain in my inner circle... for now." The words are a warning as much as they are an acceptance; you've proven yourself valuable, but don't mistake his tolerance for weakness. The battle against their enemies rages on, and soon enough, it will be time for you to prove your loyalty yet again.

You leave Throk'gor's presence with a newfound sense of purpose and the taste of him still lingering on your tongue; eager to see what challenges and opportunities lie ahead, even as the threat of discovery and betrayal hangs heavy over everything you do.

As you wander through the Orc City's castle, keeping an eye out for potential targets, it doesn't take long for your attention to be drawn toward several impressive bulges in certain guards' pants. You wonder idly how many of them might be packing as much heat as Throk'gor beneath their armor... and which ones would be the most fun to play with.

Your gaze is momentarily arrested by a particularly husky guard striding confidently through the throne room; his arms flexing with each step, showcasing impressive muscles that strain against his leather armor. His member pushes insistently at the fabric of his breeches, visible even from several yards away. A slow smile curls your lips as you begin to plot how best to get close enough for a better look...and perhaps more.

Your heart racing with anticipation, you cautiously inch closer to the husky guard, taking care not to draw attention to yourself as you study his impressive form. The bulge in his pants grows more and more pronounced as he flexes his muscles unconsciously, clearly eager for action. As you get close enough to reach out and touch it, your fingers tremble with anticipation...

The guard suddenly turns his head in your direction, fixing you with a piercing gaze. His nostrils flare slightly as he takes in your presence, appraising you. For a moment, you're sure he's going to say something, but then he merely continues on his way through the throne room. A shiver of relief runs down your spine; for now, at least, he hasn't noticed you watching.

With renewed confidence, you trail closer behind him until you're almost walking in step with him. The bulge in his pants is so close you could reach out and touch it any time you please...

The guard pauses briefly, then continues on his way through the throne room with renewed purpose. You take advantage of this momentary hesitation and reach out boldly, running your fingers across the impressive length and girth that presses against his breeches. His cock throbs in response to your touch, causing you to moan involuntarily.

Before he can react, you lean forward and plant a soft kiss near the base of his shaft, then take a deep breath in through your nose. The scent of him fills your senses, hot and musky and unmistakably male. As your tongue darts out to tease his foreskin, the guard lets out a guttural groan that echoes through the throne room. His hands clench into fists at his sides, trembling with the effort it takes not to reach down and grab you by the hair.

The guard hesitates for only a moment, then finally nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. As you lower your head toward his cock, he reaches out to steady himself against the throne nearby, gripping it tightly as if he fears losing control entirely. The taste of him fills your mouth again; salty and musky, with a hint of sweat from his exertions earlier in the day. He groans deep in his throat as you begin to bob your head up and down, taking more of him into your mouth each time.

Your hands slide around to cup his thick thighs, fingers digging into the corded muscle beneath his leather armor. "Yes," he pants roughly, voice strained with pleasure. "Suck me off... and then show me how badly you want it." His hips buck involuntarily, pushing harder against your mouth as he comes closer to climaxing.

The husky guard's fingers curl into fists at his sides, nails biting painfully into the flesh of his palms as you focus your attention on bringing him ever closer to orgasm. Your mouth and tongue work in perfect unison; lashing at his cockhead, sucking hard enough to draw out a strangled moan from deep within his throat. One hand slides up between your legs, seeking purchase on the wet heat of your sex as he growls low in his chest.

His hips buck again, harder this time; cockhead pressing against the back of your throat as pre-cum floods your mouth. With one final thrust, he comes hard, filling your mouth with hot seed and spilling over onto your tongue and chin. You swallow greedily, sucking out every last drop as you continue to lap at him hungrily, cleaning up the evidence of your tryst.

Breathless, eyes locked on his, you wait for his reaction, wondering how he'll reward - or punish - your transgression.

The husky guard stares down at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considers your words. There's a moment of tension in the air, and for a brief instant, you wonder if you've gone too far... but then, finally, he nods. "Very well," he grunts roughly, stepping away from the throne to give himself some distance between your bodies. "You're skilled... and obviously eager for my attentions." His gaze drops briefly toward your still-flat chest before returning to meet yours again. "Come with me."

He turns on his heel, striding purposefully back through the throne room; his muscular form tense with barely contained energy as he leads you deeper into the castle. Where he's taking you or what he has in mind, you can't say... but one thing is certain: you're about to find out.

The husky guard's cock is impressive to say the least; long and thick, curving slightly upward as it disappears beneath the leather flap of his breeches. He's unarmed, but the size of his weapon belt hints that he must carry a substantial sword or axe when prepared for battle. The muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple with each step he takes, testament to countless hours spent training and honing his combat skills. You can't help but wonder how this would all play out if you were pitted against him...

The husky guard stops abruptly, turning to face you with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't say that," he says simply, continuing on his way down the hallway. It's clear that he expects you to follow; whether it's because he trusts you or simply doesn't see any reason not to is hard to tell.

As you hurry to keep pace with him, your eyes dart back and forth between his impressive form and the surroundings. The castle is bustling with activity; guards patrolling halls and stairs, servants scurrying about their errands. Despite the noise and commotion, there's an air of calm that permeates every inch of this place - a testament to Orc discipline and organization.

The husky guard's expression darkens at your question, his gaze flicking down briefly before returning to meet yours. "My cock," he says slowly, emphasizing each word carefully as if choosing them with care, "is large enough to pleasure any orc I desire." There is a distinct challenge in his tone, and for a moment you wonder if he's testing your loyalty.

He continues down the hallway, finally coming to a stop before a heavy wooden door. He places one broad hand against it, nodding curtly as if expecting you to understand what he intends. You hesitate for only an instant before realizing that you have no choice; either you go through this door or risk angering him further.

Taking a deep breath, you step forward and push the door open, revealing a dimly lit chamber within. Its walls are lined with strange artifacts and esoteric symbols, casting eerie shadows across the room. In the center of it all sits a massive stone altar, covered in leather straps and buckles that hint at its intended purpose. As you gaze upon this forbidden sanctuary, the question on your lips dies unspoken...because now you know exactly where you are: about to offer yourself up as a sacrifice to the will of Throk'gor's champion.

The husky guard narrows his eyes at your words, clearly displeased that you've brought up Throk'gor's name in this context. His expression turns sour as he crosses his arms over his chest and takes a step closer to you, looming menacingly. "I am not bound by the decisions of my master," he growls through clenched teeth. "And I will not suffer insolence from one such as yourself."

He reaches out a massive hand and grabs you roughly by the arm, forcing you to stumble forward until your back is pressed against the stone altar. The leather straps dig painfully into your skin, holding you in place despite your struggles. His face inches closer to yours, his breath hot and rank as he speaks: "You will offer yourself up... and you will serve me as I see fit."

The husky guard's eyes flicker with lust at your words, and for a brief moment he hesitates...his grip on your arm slackening ever so slightly. But then the desire for control overwhelms him once more, and his hand clenches painfully into a fist, slamming you against the altar with enough force to drive the breath from your lungs.

"You will offer yourself up," he growls again, "and you will serve me as I see fit... tonight." He reaches down with his free hand and roughly rips open your leather breeches, revealing your wet, swollen sex to his hungry gaze. "And if you try any more of this defiance," he snarls, positioning himself between your legs, "I'll make sure you regret it... for the rest of your short, miserable life."

Without further warning, he drives his thick cock deep inside you; filling you up completely and ignoring your cries of pain as he begins to thrust brutally, claiming what is his in the only way he knows how.

The husky guard's eyes widen in surprise as you expertly take his cock, adapting your movements to accommodate his size despite the initial pain. He growls deep in his throat, thrusts becoming rougher and more demanding as he begins to lose control. His fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, clawing at your flesh as he forces himself deeper inside you with each stroke.

With a final, guttural groan, he comes hard, flooding your insides with his seed even as you continue to writhe around him, desperate for more of his strength. His cock twitches and throbs within you as he pants heavily, catching his breath before pulling roughly out and stepping back, releasing you from his grasp.

Eyes narrowed and face flushed with exertion, he leans in close, studying your expression for any sign of disobedience or duplicity. For a long moment, you stare up into those stormy eyes...and then slowly, deliberately, you part your lips and reveal his seed dripping onto your tongue. "I have served you," you whisper hoarsely. "Now use me as you will."

The husky guard arches an eyebrow at your comment, clearly intrigued despite himself. "Very well," he growls after a moment's consideration. "You may show me what you know... later." For now, however, his attention is elsewhere; on the thrones that dominate one side of the chamber, slowly beginning to glow with an unearthly light.

With a final nod in your direction, he turns and strides purposefully toward them, reaching out to caress the cool stone as if communing with some unseen force. The air around him crackles with energy as he begins to channel his power into the ancient seat of orcish might...and you can't help but wonder what sort of tests he has in store for both himself and you when this ritual is complete.

The husky guard turns his head slightly at the sound of your voice, a small frown creasing his brow as he briefly considers your words. Finally, with an exasperated huff, he waves his hand dismissively and returns his attention back to the thrones. "Very well," he grunts, irritation lacing his tone. "Go... do what you will. But remember; when I'm finished with this ritual, there's a reason why I've chosen you for my special...training." The warning in his voice is unmistakable, and despite yourself, a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what might come next.

The glow from the thrones intensifies, bathing the chamber in an otherworldly light as the husky guard continues to focus his energy on the ancient seat of orcish power...and you, left standing on the edge of destiny, feel a cold knot forming in your stomach.

The husky guard doesn't turn around as you slip out of the chamber, back into the halls of the castle. The glow from the thrones grows brighter and more intense with each passing moment, casting strange shadows across your path as you make your way deeper into the heart of the orcish stronghold.

As you walk, memories begin to surface; fragments of conversations and scraps of information that might be useful in the days ahead...if you can manage to survive them. Your stomach churns uncomfortably at the thought, but there's no turning back now. You have to face whatever the husky guard has planned for you...and hope that your skill and cunning are enough to see you through alive.