A third option

You think about all that you've been through the last week. The degradation, the loss of freedom and control to the Kanga fruit potion. The betrayal of your own body. And then, the kindness Bintwan has shown you. The tender affection. The re-awakening of feelings that had been suppressed until now.

It doesn't have to be like this. Your heart seizes upon the fleeting hope of a life that's more than the property of orcs. Now tempered by a week-long suffering, it is as hard as steel and refuses to let go. Your body's primitive, animalistic needs seem so...trite, in comparison. Anyone can have their needs satisfied by themselves if necessary, but you want more than that. You're not a ****! You're a human being! You want love, and nothing will stop you from getting it!

Back in the real world, you've been silent for several seconds, making the orcs impatient. Knowing that your brain will just trip things up, your heart takes control. In a silly, slightly-slurred babble, you shake your head and say "no, just him, just him!"

Bintwan capitalizes on your sentence. "Yeah, Turgan, she just wants me for now. Come back in an hour." Outvoted, Turgan and his companion grumble and leave. After all, Bintwan IS the son of the chief, his words do have weight.

Once you're alone with Bintwan again, you turn to him, your eyes frantic. You're not thinking of your words-your heart is spitting them out without any input from your lust-addled mind. "Bint, please, listen. You're so much **** than them. It's wrong what they do to humans. Clearly you don't believe that humans are just sex slaves, because you've treated me like a lover. I...I need you, Bintwan, son of Greelog. W-we can run away together, or stay here-as long as I'm with you and only you...I just want to be loved. You won't need to **** me-I'll be willing all by myself. Just...please."

The **** passion of your heartfelt confession and tear-streaked request shock Bintwan. Maybe for good, maybe for bad, because once he recovers from the shock, he says...