I meet an Orc

My new ears twitch at the sound of heavy footsteps crunching through the underbrush behind me. "Well well, what have we here?" A deep echoing voice spoke as I turned to face the source of the sound. The sight that greeted me was what I could only describe as the living embodiment of an amazon, towering over me by a full head and then some. Her greenish-gray skin clad only in muscles and scars except for a thick pelt that covered her waist. "A lost little kitten in the woods? Or perhaps something more... interesting?"

"I'm not looking for trouble. I just arrived here, where ever here is?" I try not let my nerves show but I could already hear the cracks in my voice."

The orc's scarred face twists into something resembling amusement, though her yellow eyes remain cold and calculating. A slight under bite displayed two prominent and very sharp looking teeth that framed both sides of her mouth. "Oh, you're definitely looking for trouble, kitten," she growls, her massive hands resting casually on the pommel of a two-handed sword that would dwarf most men. "Don't find many elven women in the middle of the Darkwoods."

She steps closer, her heavy boots crushing dead leaves and twigs beneath her weight. The sharp tang of old sweat and leather clings to her thick thighs as she looms closer to me, studying my appearance and seemingly fascinated with my chest. "Let me guess; you woke up in this body, this world, with no idea what's going on."

"H-how could you possibly know that?" I ask, my tension replaced with shock and confusion.

The orc woman barks out a laugh, the sound like rocks grinding together as she crosses her arms, forcing her own exposed breasts together. "So, she screwed up another one. This must be what, the third time?"

Her yellow eyes continue to flick up and down my new feminine form with obvious amusement. "I almost feel sorry for you, kid. Almost." She extends a massive hand toward you, palm up. "Name's Vulca, and these woods are my hunting grounds." A sinister smile fills her lips. "And that makes you my pray by default, little elfling."

"L-Lets not be hasty now...w-we can talk this out. I literally just got here." I'm instinctively starting to back away, but something deep in my core knows that I'm not outrunning this woman. Not with her physique and me in this dress.

There was a pause, followed by an indignant smirk. "I doubt the Goddess gave you anything I couldn't just take, but sure. I'll hear you're pleas. Be forewarned, the moment your words start to bore me, you're done for, so make this good."

I'm frantically patting myself down to see if Ceridwen had given me any starting gear or equipment that might help in this situation. Clink! I hear what sounds like coins. Of course, the pouch is nesting in my cleavage. Why am I not surprised? Wait? Had that been their this whole time? Right now it didn't matter. "W-what if I hire you?" I say as I unceremoniously, pull out the bag of coins. I'm pretty sure there was probably a more dignified way of doing it but beggars can't be choosers as they say.

Vulca immediately bursts out laughing a hearty belly laugh. "What part of, just take, did you not understand? Why would I work for prey?"

"Because if you keep me alive and help me get to the nearest town, I can earn us more." This was a terrible idea, but in my panicked state, there was little else I could think to say. Oh good, elves can sweat. If I could only keep this orc woman distracted enough for an opening to get away, but I didn't have any real plan to speak of.

"What, is the little elfling going to whore herself out? That's actually not a half bad idea with a body like yours, but sadly for you, I don't share my prey." Vulca closed the distance between us, backing me against a tree as she spoke, her muscular frame offered no escape as her body began to press against mine.

"Times up."