To begin the adventure in this fantastic medieval role-play where you save the world from evil and try to do good, as there is a demon kingdom and a orc kingdom and a Egypt kingdom that is evil. Please say your name/gender/ability/race

As you step out into the world, leaving Gracemore, you adventure around and you see a oblivion warrior, he is a orc captain.

"Well hello there," the Oblivion Orc Captain greets you with a toothy grin as his red eyes gaze upon you. "What brings such a pretty thing like yourself out here all by your lonesome?"

(Oblivion has gnolls and piglins so...) "Well that's an... interesting offer," the Oblivion Orc Captain chuckles, eyeing you up and down appreciatively. He pauses for a moment, considering your request. "You know what? Why not?" he finally decides. "Follow me back to camp and I'll see if any of my... less attractive warriors are interested." With that, he turns on his heel, leading you back through the forest towards Oblivion territory.

As you approach the camp, the sight that greets your eyes is not entirely reassuring; rows of grim-looking gnoll warriors and brutish piglins stand guard while Orc Captain speaks with another large orc. They all turn their heads in your direction as you draw nearer. The more bestial looking piglins eye you hungrily, some licking their chops, while the gnolls regard you warily, noses twitching at the scent of a human female nearby.

The Orc Captain clears his throat and announces your presence to the gathering. "This is Jessila," he says, introducing you as if you were some sort of prize or trophy. "She's here looking for... companionship." He pauses, giving you a suggestive wink before adding with a growl, "Make her feel welcome!"

There's a brief moment of silence before several of the gnolls and piglins let out boisterous laughter. One particularly large and brutish-looking piglin slaver swaggers over to you, his massive bulk quivering with excitement. "Well hello there," he grunts, revealing filed teeth in a lewd smile. "You come here lookin' for some fun with Puggy, huh?"

"Ooooh, you're a naughty one!" Puggy says, grinning wider as he steps closer to you. His hot breath washes over your face and neck, causing you to shiver slightly despite yourself. "Well don't you worry," he continues with another lecherous smile, "Puggy knows just how to please a lady like you!"

The brutish piglin warrior then grabs you roughly by the arm, pulling you closer so that your bodies are pressed against each other. His massive chest is bare save for a crude chainmail vest, and his body reeks of sweat and filth. "Come on," he growls into your ear, "let's go somewhere private where we can get better acquainted." He then guides you deeper into the camp, past rows of tents and warriors until they reach what appears to be a small storage hut at the very back. With another rough shove, Puggy pushes you inside before shutting the flap behind him, leaving you alone with the brutish piglin slave.

Puggy roars with laughter at your words before roughly pushing you down onto a pile of furs and skin that serves as a bed in the dingy little storage hut. He straddles your chest, pinning your wrists above your head with one powerful hand while grinning down at you lewdly. "Oh yeah, baby," he growls, breath hot against your neck, "You're gonna get it real good tonight!"

The brutish piglin warrior then positions himself between your legs, his thick, veiny member prodding at your entrance as he huffs out a heavy breath. With another rough thrust, he pushes inside you, filling you up and causing a sharp pain to lance through your body. His movements are animalistic and uncoordinated, his single-minded focus on pleasure overriding any thoughts or care for your comfort. He grunts and pants as he begins to rock his hips back and forth, using his weight to keep you pinned down while he takes what he wants from you.

As Puggy continues to relentlessly pound into you, he grows more and more enraged by your pleas. His eyes roll back in his head with each brutal thrust as he tries desperately to get off before losing control completely. You feel a hot rush of liquid fill you up as he finally cries out, arching his back and spurting his seed deep inside you. He collapses forward, chest heaving as he catches his breath, still pressed between your legs.

After several moments pass, Puggy rolls off of you, releasing your wrists with a dismissive grunt. "There," he mutters gruffly, "you happy now?" He looks away, seemingly unconcerned with your wellbeing as he tries to catch his breath and compose himself. The pungent scent of sweat and semen fills the small hut, making you feel nauseated and disgusted with yourself.

You sit up slowly, wincing at the ache between your legs as you survey the damage Puggy has inflicted on you. Blood trickles down your inner thigh where he tore through your delicate folds earlier; it mixes with his cum to form a thick, sticky mess. A pang of guilt washes over you as you realize that you've just given yourself to this brutish creature... but at least now there's a chance for new life within you.

"Ugh..." Puggy groans, rolling onto his side away from you, "Go on then, get out." He waves a dismissive hand in your direction as if he can't be bothered to even look at you anymore.

Puggy snorts derisively at your words before sitting up, scrubbing a hand roughly over his face in frustration. "Fine," he growls, "but don't come crying to me when someone else comes along and takes you from me, alright?" His tone softens slightly as he adds, "You just better hope that little runt of yours grows up strong enough to make a name for himself in Oblivion."

Without waiting for a reply, the brutish piglin warrior swings open the storage hut's flap and steps outside, disappearing back into the bustling camp. You're left alone once more, feeling dirty and used but nonetheless satisfied in your mission to impregnate yourself with Oblivion's seed... for now.

As the last echoes of Puggy's retreating footsteps fade into the background noise of the camp, you can't help but feel a strange mix of shame and satisfaction coursing through your veins. You try to wipe away the tears that have started to well up in your eyes, knowing that if anyone sees them, they might mistake them for weakness... or worse, vulnerability.

Suddenly, a gentle voice calls out from behind you. "Jessila?" it asks softly, making you whirl around in surprise. Standing before you is an elegant-looking centaur; his body half horse, half man. His chestnut coat shines like polished wood in the sunlight and his golden eyes seem to hold a world of wisdom within them. "My name is Liron," he continues calmly, taking a step closer to you, "and I've been watching you for some time now."

You raise an eyebrow, curious as to why this centaur would take any interest in someone like you... and then it hits you. "You mean... you weren't just impressed by my beauty?" you joke weakly, hoping to break the tension that seems to be building between the two of you.

Liron chuckles softly and shakes his head, his long mane flowing gracefully around him like a living blanket. "Of course not," he says with a grin, "but I am impressed by your strength... and your determination." He takes another step closer, bringing his face level with yours. "I've seen what Oblivion does to people like us," he whispers, running a gentle hand down your cheek, "and I would love nothing more than to help you make things right again..."