Hrew makes his move.

With his new station, Grok's responsibilities grew as well, which meant he spent less time at his tent. And most days, Zoria was alright with that. Her normal chores kept her occupied enough that she hardly missed him, or would she occasionally spot him amongst all the others of his kind while they both went on with their tasks. But one afternoon, when she was organizing Grok's loot, the flap to their tent opened. She turned to greet Grok, and tell him that his food wasn't ready yet, but froze in place instead.

Grinning maliciously, the young avaricious Hrew ambled into their tent, his long and great rusty sword in his hand. "Heh heh heh heh... Grok go raiding with others, leave prize all alone," he chuckled deeply, licking his lips. "Hrew want prize too." Lifting up his sword, he pointed it straight at her. "Hrew take you."

Moving very slowly and carefully, Zoria hid the gold pin she was holding in her palm, hoping that she wouldn't have to use it. "Hrew, Hrew no do," she replied, backing away from him and putting the chest between them. "Big trouble for Hrew if do."

"No, no trouble for Hrew," he replied, walking purposefully towards her, knocking down everything in his way. "If Grok lose prize, mean Grok weak. Hrew take Grok prize. Mean Hrew stronger than Grok!" Zoria's back bumped into the fabric of the tent, and she swallowed hard. Kicking the chest of loot aside, Hrew sent it all clattering onto the floor, and towered over her. "Prize go with Hrew now. Belong Hrew now." He ran his finger down her cheek, making her skin crawl. "Good prize. Pretty prize. Will enjoy mating wit-AAAhhh!"

His words were suddenly cut short when Zoria drove the pin into the meat of his inner thigh. "I will go nowhere with you, let alone touch you," she snapped. "Now get out."

He growled at her and slapped her to the ground with the back of his hand. Ripping the pin out, he snatched at her ankle and dragged her out of the tent. "Grok soft. Let prize be wild," he grunted, while she scrabbled and grabbed at anything, trying to break free from his grasp. "Hrew not soft. Hrew will break prize. Make her listen. Make her submit."

Kicking and throwing whatever she could at his back, Zoria screamed and yelled her protests, hoping that someone would hear her, as she was brought to the tent that Hrew shared with the other young-bloods. But no one came. "Prize see?" he laughed, pulling her up to her feet by her arm. "People know Hrew right. People know Grok weak!" Grinning, he leaned down to look her in the eye. "People know prize is mine."

She spat in his face and glared defiantly at him.

With an enraged snarl, he shoved her inside, fully intent on **** her as many times as it took to break her defiant spirit, and she could not live without his cock inside her.