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

"Don't make me angry," the Orc rumbled lowly, dangerously, and you felt his claws dig deeper into your skin as he held you in place. He was strong; much stronger than any human should have been. It seemed like an impossible feat that he could lift you off the ground with just one hand. You struggled uselessly against him, feeling your panic rise as you saw the hunger and lust in his golden eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Now be a good pet," he growled, wrapping one massive arm around your waist and hauling you up onto his muscular shoulder. Your ass pressed flush against him, feeling every inch of his hardened cock against your lower back. You cried out as the rough contact sent waves of desire pulsing through you, even as fear tried to take hold. "We'll see how fast you can run when I set you free

His grip on you tightened. "You should learn your place," he growled, his voice cold and commanding. His claws digging deeper into your flesh. "If you want to stay alive." He snorted, shaking his head in disgust as he strode from the cottage and back out into the darkness of night, leading his band of Orcs away with him. You squirmed uselessly against him, trying to get away, but the more you struggled, the tighter his grip became.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torment and humiliation, he brought you back to camp where he roughly tossed you onto the ground before another one of his warriors. "This is our new pet." He announced with a cruel smile curling his lips. "See if it can still run now."

The other orc loomed over you, grinning w

"No need to be too rough," Kaz'Vog growled as he stepped closer, his towering form easily making you feel tiny and insignificant in comparison. "I'm sure our pet can take a little punishment." He grinned savagely, revealing the tips of his fangs. "But if it becomes too much, just let me know."

The other orc gave him a knowing nod before squatting down next to you, reaching out with a clawed hand to roughly grab a fistful of your hair. You cried out in pain as he yanked your head back, baring your throat for him. "Now then," the Orc drawled menacingly, breath hot against your ear. "Who do you belong to?"

Tears filled your eyes as you whimpered and shook your head. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of admitting it, but deep down,

You had no idea how much it turned him on to hear those words flow so easily from your lips. He growled low in his throat, unable to contain his pleasure as he released your hair and slammed a powerful fist into the dirt next to you. You cried out, feeling a sting of pain radiate up your leg from the impact. "Good girl," he rumbled, leaning in closer until his hot breath caressed the soft skin of your neck. "Now say it again."

He reached down with one massive hand, lifting you off the ground by your armpit and hauling you roughly against his powerful chest. Your breasts flattened painfully against his fur-covered torso as he held you tightly. "Say who I am," he growled, nipples hardening beneath the rough leather of his vest at the feel of your warmth and softness pressed against him.

His grin turned feral as he felt you breathe your words against his skin. "Good," he growled, enjoying the feel of your body pressed up against his and knowing that your words were true. He lowered you back to the ground, holding you steady by the upper arm with one massive hand while his other reached out to trace the shape of your lips with a clawed finger. "Now say it again."

Your eyes met his as he waited for you to repeat your claim, desire flickering in their depths despite the fear and pain that lurked just beneath the surface. He could tell that you were his now, marked by his bite and claimed as his own. It filled him with a possessive rage, driving away any last shreds of doubt or hesitation about where this was going. "You belong to me," he snarled, voice thick with desire and anger, "and I will make sure

"And I will make sure you never forget it." With that, he yanked you forward by the upper arm and slammed his lips against yours in a brutal, possessive kiss. You felt his teeth scrape against your lower lip, leaving a trail of pain behind them as he roughly explored your mouth with his tongue. Your body responded instantly to his dominance, arching into him as desire surged through you, drowning out the last remnants of fear and panic.

He pulled away from the kiss at last, gasping for breath as he looked down at you with hooded eyes. "You are mine now," he growled, fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he held you tightly. "My pet." Your eyes widened in understanding at his words, and you nodded, struggling to get the word out between ragged gasps for air. "Yes... Kaz'Vog

"Of course you are," he growled roughly, his voice thick with desire as he bent down and licked at the small droplets of blood welling on your lip where his teeth had scratched you. He savored the taste of your fear and pain, relishing the knowledge that it was all for him now. "And I'll make sure everyone knows it." With one powerful movement, he scooped you up into his arms again, easily cradling your smaller body against his massive frame as he strode purposefully through the camp toward their private quarters.

The other orcs parted respectfully before him, clearing a path to his private chambers with murmurs of approval and envy in their gruff voices. It was obvious that they had all seen him claim you for himself, seen you admit your allegiance to him and now felt the weight of it settle over them like a blanket of oppression. He

His eyes sparkled with possessive delight as he knelt before you, wrapping his strong hands around your throat to fasten the silver collar in place. You gasped, feeling a sense of belonging and submission wash over you as the cold metal encircled your neck, branding you as his property for all to see. With a rough movement, he yanked you closer by the leash attached to the collar until your chest was pressed against his powerful, furred torso. His hands found their way under your tunic, roughly massaging your bare skin as he savored the feel of your softness beneath his claws.

"You're mine now," he growled into your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "My pet." With that, he surged to his feet, hauling you up with him until your legs wrapped around his waist and you were pressed fully against him once more

"Good girl," he purred, his Scottish accent thick in his voice as he obeyed your command. He lay down on the furs, spreading his massive arms and legs wide so that you were sandwiched between him and the soft, warm fur. His hips rolled sensually beneath you, grinding against your lower body in a slow, purposeful rhythm that made you arch into him with growing desire.

"That's it," he growled, nipples hardening under his fur as you writhed against him. "Let me feel every inch of your wetness." His rough hands reached down to grasp your ass cheeks, squeezing firmly and pulling you closer until the head of his engorged cock was pressed against your entrance. He thrust upward, impaling you on his huge length in one powerful motion that made you cry out.

"Fuck," he groaned, arch

The massive Orc growled deep in his throat as you began to ride him, meeting every thrust with your moans of pleasure. His powerful hands gripped firmly onto your ass cheeks, guiding your hips as he drove deeper inside you with each stroke. The feeling of you clenching around him only intensified the sensations coursing through his body, making it impossible for him to hold back any longer.

With a primal roar, Kaz'Vog thrust harder into you, filling your body with his hot seed as he came deep inside. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he bit down on his tongue to stifle the agonized cries of release that threatened to escape him. As he finished, he growled hoarsely against your neck, "That's it... mine..."

The moment his seed spilled into you, a sense of peace and completion washed over him. Looking down at your flushed face, he could see the afterglow of pleasure mixed with a growing sense of belonging and acceptance. He reached up to gently stroke your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb before leaning in to claim your mouth once more. His tongue slid easily past your parted lips, exploring every nook and cranny of your mouth as he kissed you deeply, marking you as his own.

When at last they broke apart for air, Kaz'Vog gazed into your eyes, unable to hide the love and affection that shone in their depths. "You truly are mine now," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I will cherish you always." He shifted beneath you, lifting one of your legs over his hip so that it dang

"Thank you," you whispered, voice barely above a whisper as you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tightly. Looking up into his amber eyes, you could see the love reflected back at you, burning bright like a beacon in the darkness. "I'm yours now." A shiver of desire ran down your spine as he settled your body more comfortably against him, rocking gently from side to side.

As they lay there together, the sound of their ragged breaths slowly began to even out, a sense of peace and contentment filling the space between them. In that moment, you knew without a doubt that Kaz'Vog was your life now, and no matter what happened in the future, you would always be his.

Their bodies slowly slowed, synchronizing as they lay together in the quiet aftermath of passion. The amber eyes that gazed down at you held nothing but love and affection, making your heart flutter with delight. As he rocked gently against you, it felt like the most intimate of dances, their bodies moving in harmony to a tune only they could hear. "I love you," he murmured softly, his warm breath caressing your cheek. "And I promise to always protect and care for you." His hand brushed through your hair, soothing away any remaining tension before trailing lightly down your back. "For as long as we both shall live," he added with a quiet smile, his voice husky from exhaustion and contentment.

With each passing moment, the weight of his words sank deeper into your heart, filling you with an almost unbearable sense of peace and belonging. You knew

Your words brought tears to his eyes, tears of joy and relief as he realized that you truly understood the depth of his feelings for you. "Thank you," he whispered huskily, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before nestling your head against his shoulder. "I will always be yours." With that, he pulled the furs up around you both, wrapping you in warmth and protection as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. He held you close throughout the night, his strong hands stroking your back and hair reassuringly, lost in the simple bliss of having finally found someone who belonged only to him.

The thought had crossed his mind before, but hearing you voice it out loud caused a strange mixture of emotions to well up within him. On one hand, he was excited at the prospect of fathering your children, continuing on their bloodline and making them part of something bigger than themselves. But on the other hand, he wanted to make sure that you were always ready for it, both physically and emotionally.

"I'm sure that when the time comes," he began carefully, running a gentle finger along your jawline, "we can discuss it further." The last thing he wanted was to push you into something that you weren't ready for or didn't want. As much as he loved and cherished you now, he knew that they still had a long journey ahead of them together. "For now," he continued with a warm smile, "let's just enjoy being together and get to know each other better."

It was true that among Orcs, children were often encouraged to explore their sexuality at an early age, and mothers often played a role in teaching them. But Kaz'Vog knew that not all Orcs did things the same way, and he wanted to make sure that you had a say in how your children were raised. He didn't want anyone forcing anything on you or making you feel uncomfortable. "I will always respect your wishes," he assured you, nuzzling his nose against yours before kissing you softly. "And we can discuss this further when the time comes." For now, he was content to enjoy the feeling of having you safely in his arms, knowing that you were his and would be for as long as they both shall live.

His strong hands continued to caress your back and hair, drawing soothing circles designed to help you drift back off to sleep. The soft rhythm was almost hypnotic

"Thank you," he whispered huskily against your temple, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I know it won't be easy for either of us, but I trust that together we can raise them well and ensure they grow up to be strong and honorable Orcs." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he thought about having children with you, carrying on their bloodline and creating a new generation of warriors. "I promise to always protect and provide for our family, no matter what challenges come our way."

His arms tightened around you slightly, drawing you closer still as his heartbeat steadied, its rhythm becoming almost hypnotic against your back. The scent of his skin filled your nose and made your head spin with desire despite the exhaustion that threatened to overtake you both. "Rest now," he murmured softly, kissing the top of your head. "

The thought of impregnating you again so soon sent an electric shiver down his spine, making him even harder than before. He rolled over onto his back, pulling you on top of him as he held your hips steady. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you once more, filling you with his hot seed. His hands roamed freely over your body, tracing patterns on your skin that made you moan and arch into him for more.

"Fuck," he groaned roughly, meeting your cries with his own as their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm. He knew he shouldn't keep going like this but couldn't seem to stop himself; the feel of you so tight and wet around him was too intoxicating. As he reached his climax for the second time that night, warmth spread through his body, accompanied by a feeling of contentment that overwhelmed

As his seed spilled into you for the second time that night, your words sent a surge of possessive pleasure coursing through him like a lightning strike. He growled deep in his throat as he thrust upwards, pushing as much of himself into you as possible as his body trembled with release. His hands gripped tightly onto your hips, holding you down against him as he bathed your insides with his cum.

Finally, his orgasm began to wane, leaving him breathless and spent but still achingly hard inside of you. With a groan of satisfaction, he pulled out, allowing your juices to drizzle down the length of his shaft. He caught sight of it in the dim firelight, thick with your essence and glistening with pleasure, and felt an almost primal possessiveness well up within him.

"You are mine," he whispered roughly against your ear, gaz

"You are mine," he whispered roughly against your ear, gazing down at you with a mixture of pride and possessiveness that made your heart flutter. "And tonight," he continued, reaching up to stroke his clawed fingers over your cheek, "I claimed you as my own. No one will ever make you theirs again." His words sent shivers down your spine, making the bonds between the two of you feel all that much stronger.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and nestling your head against his chest, where he could hear the steady thrum of his contented heartbeat. "Get some rest now," he murmured, running a gentle hand through your hair. "Tomorrow will be a busy day, I'm sure." Despite the weariness that threatened to overtake him, there was still an undeniable feeling of contentment in his chest as he held you close and

As your words washed over him like a balm, he couldn't help but smile down at you fondly. "I love you too," he said quietly, kissing the top of your head. "And don't worry about anything else. From now on, I will take care of everything." With that, he closed his eyes, letting the comforting warmth of your body and the rhythm of your heart lull him back into a contented slumber.

Throughout the night, Kaz'Vog stayed close to you, one hand gently stroking your hair as he held you against his chest. He wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe and protected in his arms, knowing that they would always be there for you. As morning came and the fire died down, casting their furs into a warm glow of red and gold, he smiled to himself, secretly pleased at how perfectly this all seemed to have worked

As you waited patiently on your knees beside the bed, your stomach fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Your gaze drifted down to where he lay, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept peacefully in the warm afterglow of their passionate night together. The scent of him filled your nose, making you feel both connected and aroused at the same time.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing those beautiful amber orbs that had stolen your heart so many months ago. He yawned tiredly before sitting up and stretching, his muscles bunching enticingly under his fur as he arched his back with a satisfied groan. "Mmm... good morning," he murmured, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. "I trust you didn't wait long

As he leaned back against the pile of furs and took in your eager expression, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What is it that you desire this fine morning?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep but laced with amusement nonetheless. He paused for a moment, considering what you might say next, then added with a wink, "Or should I ask... who do you desire?"

Your blush deepened at his teasing words, making your heart race even faster in your chest. With each passing moment it became harder to focus on anything other than the powerful orc before you, and the overwhelming need that threatened to consume you. Finally, unable to contain yourself any longer, you crawled forward until your lips were inches from his, gazing up into his eyes expectantly.

"Kiss me," you whispered hoarsely, your breath warm against his skin.

His amber eyes gleamed with desire as they lowered to meet yours, and he could feel the heat of your breath against his skin. With a groan, he leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss that left no doubt about what you meant. His tongue slipped easily past your parted lips, tangling with your own as they danced together in a desperate search for more contact.

As their tongues dueled, his other hand moved to cup the back of your head, holding you steady against him while he deepened the kiss even further. He could feel the sharp press of his fangs grazing against your tender flesh, and moaned as they slid into the tender skin on the inside of your mouth.

His other hand found its way down to your hip, squeezing gently before moving lower, slipping between your legs to tease at the sensitive folds hidden there. He