A savage she-orc!

Standing over him is a heavily muscled, but obviously female, orc! The she-orc, Urturra, standing over him is not much taller than the small prince, about 5’9” to his 5’5”. But where his body is lithely athletic, hers is powerfully built. Her flat chest (orcs lack breasts as they do not nurse their young) has large pectorals, her shoulders broad and strong, her arms corded with muscle, her stomach flat and rippled.

Urturra’s’s lower body is noticeably feminine. Her legs are incredibly muscular, striated and beautifully formed. Her hips are wide and rounded, her glutes herculean yet callipygean. The she-orc wears a tight black leather thong, bulging with her sex, her labia visible on either side of the narrow crotch, her large clit clearly defined. A heavy, broad weapons belt shows a nasty club and a big knife. She wears boiled leather shoulder guards and bracers, along with heavy black boots and knee guards.

Adan feels his testicles instinctively draw up with fear as he meets the she-orc’s fierce glare. Urturra sneers and addresses him in a voice at once both gruff and sensual. “What have we here? A pathetic human male?”

Urturra then unceremoniously kicks Adan hard in his face, knocking him onto his back and sending him reeling to the edge of consciousness. While he is stunned, the she-orc unwinds her bolo, tucking it into her belt. She reaches down and grabs the boy by his hair, yanking him to his feet.

Adan’s eyes bulge as Urturra drives her fist deep into his gut, making him gasp and gag. “You human’s are so soft!” She punctuates with another punch to Adan’s gut. “Pathetic, weak, easily defeated!” Adan’s legs buckle as she strikes with each word—his face, his chest, then his balls.

Adan gives a soprano cry as Urturra finishes her pummeling with a brutal strike to his small, tender nuts. His legs give out, but the she-orc keeps him up by her cruel grip of his long, golden hair. The she-orc grabs him by his throat, shifting his weight to her other hand. Adan dangles helplessly as she lifts him several inches off the ground.

Urturra snarls and draws his face close to hers, drinking in the fear in his eyes and his effeminate whimpering. “You are mine now, worm!” Her throaty growl makes Adan’s bowels twist in fear. Her breath is foul and rancid, hot in his nostrils. “Either you will be my ****, or my dinner. I have yet to decide. For now, you will give me some entertainment!”

Adan screams as he is thrown hard to the ground. He is panting in terror, faced with the brutal female orc. She snarls, “Get up and fight me, human!”