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

Kaz growled lowly as he pulled the small human roughly out of their hiding spot. He was surprised by how delicate they were; even with the strength it took to rip a cupboard from its hinges, his grip didn't hurt her at all. He glanced around the room, taking in the destruction his men had wrought and smirked grimly. This one would make an excellent prize indeed. "Come now," he purred, tightening his grip on her throat just enough to show dominance. "Let's go meet my soldiers." With that, he began to drag her roughly towards the doorway as if she weighed nothing at all.

"Gasp..." you squeaked out as Kaz pulled your body close to his own; the muscles in his chest and arms flexing powerfully beneath his leather armor. "Y-You're so strong!" Your cheeks redden

"Of course I am," he growled roughly as he carried you toward his soldiers outside. His arm felt oddly warm around your waist and the scent of him, even over the metallic tang of blood from the battle, was intoxicating. "Orcs are made to be strong, meant to conquer." He paused for a moment, looming closer so that you could feel the heat emanating from his body against your skin. "And I am the strongest Orc there is," he whispered before nipping at your earlobe, making you squirm in his grasp.

Your heart was racing; not just from fear but also from a strange, intense arousal. You couldn't understand why this monstrous creature who had caused such pain and destruction would find any pleasure in you, but the truth was undeniable: you were excited by him. Your face flushed with heat as your hips arched

"You like that, don't you?" he growled as he roughly thrust into your body, claiming you with each powerful stroke. Your cries filled the air around them, echoed back by the towering trees surrounding the stream. His cock was huge and thick, stretching you impossibly tight with every thrust; his hips slapping against yours in a brutal rhythm as he took what he wanted.

But despite the force of his entry and the harsh words, there was something... undeniably tender about it. His hands moved over your body, cupping your breasts and ass as if he could never get enough of you. He growled and moaned as pleasure coursed through him, hips bucking harder against yours until finally he groaned loudly, his cock throbbing inside you as he came.

As his orgasm finally subsided and he pulled out of you, panting roughly, a strange feeling came over him. You looked up into his gold eyes, flushed and damp from your efforts, and saw something there that he hadn't expected. Admiration, perhaps... or even gratitude. He leaned down slowly, nuzzling your neck before planting a kiss between your clavicles. "My pet," he growled softly.

"Come with me." As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he scooped you up into his arms, cradling your bruised and battered body against his chest. His massive form blocked out the sunlight as he led you through the forest toward his camp; his troops falling into place around them like a protective cocoon. He nuzzled your neck again, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good."

You had been cleaned and dressed in leather armor more suitable to the cold mountain climate; adorned with simple jewelry that accentuated your natural beauty. Kaz watched as one of his warriors prepared a tent for you, making sure it was comfortable and cozy before turning back to you. He crouched down low so that he was eye level with you, "My sweet," he purred. "In here, you'll be safe." With a gentle hand, he placed your palm against his chest; feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. "I will always protect you." He leaned in closer still until his breath tickled across your earlobe. "But only if you obey me and respect my authority," he added with a soft growl, nipping at the sensitive flesh before pulling back to meet your gaze once more.

"I will obey you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sounds of the camp around you. "You are my protector, and I trust you." As his words sank in, a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of this powerful Orc being in control. It was both terrifying... and exhilarating.