A gray-skinned orc

The muscular figure in the doorway has the broad-shouldered body of a weight lifter and the bald head and pointy-ears of a goblinoid. His eyes are small and red beneath heavy brows and the nostrils of his flat nose flare as if he is scenting the air. His wide mouth hangs open and you can see he has small tusks surrounded by sharp teeth. He is gray-skinned, like all of the other goblinoids that saw you crossing the bridge. He is an orc, you are certain. A large one. He wears only a simple loincloth of coarse fabric.

"This is Jorek," says Alyssa, approaching the massive orc. She slides her hand over his muscular flesh, looking from him to you and smiling. "He is the foreman of my little project. He has driven the work crews to the point of **** and has exceeded my expectations. You're a good boy, aren't you Jorek?"

"Yes, mistress," he grunts, eyes still locked on you and nostrils still flaring.

Alyssa's slender fingers trail down to the orc's loincloth. "I think you will like what he has for you here. He's left his mark on more than one of my little **** girls and left them with a belly full of his seed. How many half orcs is it now, Jorek?"

"Not sure, mistress," he answers and flexes his chest muscles.

"Well, however many, please be so kind as to introduce yourself to this young lady. Her name is Winny and she fancies herself a monster huntress." Alyssa trails her fingers over his chest once more as she steps aside, moving over to a corner of the room with her well-dressed companions. They relax on couches and wait to see what Jorek will do.

You can hear him breathing and you watch the way his huge muscles move. He is a brute, to be sure, but he is a well-made brute. You feel a growing heat in your loins at the thought of this massive monster having his way with you. Will he be gentle? Will he be fierce? You suddenly resolve not to wait for him.

You step boldly up to the slab-chested orc and reach your hands up to feel his chiseled physique. His skin is so warm beneath your fingers. Your mind burns with moments, just flashes, of being ravished by this powerful creature. Jorek tilts his head down just enough to peer at you with his red eyes.

"What do you desire?" you ask him, your voice barely a whisper.