Yes, conditionaly.

“I agree…” you say, trying to hide the tension in your voice “… on one condition.”

The Warlord grins, showing sharp tusks. “Definitely an orcish soul. You have iron courage, human. What is your condition?”

“This elf is to be my personal property – my ****, to use as I see fit.” You have no wish to see Tri’lanna **** by these brutes.

Tsurvurash laughs again. “You have an orc warrior’s appetites, too! You will find there are plenty of fine women available at our camp. But-” he adds as you start to object “-if that is your wish, I will honour it. I’m sure you will soon tire of her, and make her freely available.”

He leads you outside. “All Vash-gul had is now yours, tribe-brother. That includes his horse. His armour won’t fit you, but you can trade it in for a more suitable set. You get his sword, too – it is a potent magical weapon.” You pick up the large, dark blade and are surprised at how light it feels.

You expected the other orcs to resent your presence, but instead they greet you with friendly, comradely slaps on the back (which are hard enough to leave bruises). You get the impression that the orc you killed was not well-liked. They cast openly lustful glances at Tri’lanna, who has dressed and gathered up your meagre possessions, but they go no further than that.

She mounts the horse behind you, putting her arms round your chest to hold on, and the whole party rides off. You soon learn that they’re returning to the Black Steel Orcs’ camp.

The camp is a huge city of tents. You’re surprised at how orderly it is – it’s laid out in neat military blocks, with wide avenues between them. But something else you see as you ride along one of the main ‘streets’ surprises you even more. You canter slowly past the mouth of a alleyway and there, in plain view, you see two orcs fucking a human woman. She’s bent over, and one holds her arms and ploughs into her from behind while she services the other with her mouth. From the way she’s wriggling, she seems to enjoy it. They seem utterly unconcerned with the passers-by, and when a few orcs in your party yell crude encouragement to them, they just respond cheerfully

As you pass through the camp, you see more flashes pink flesh amongst the grey tent-cloth, black metal and green orc-skin. Beautiful young women walk around, naked except for jewellery. The sight of their casual, public nudity and their utter submission to the surrounding orcs is intensely erotic. Others wear clothes that are so brief or transparent that if anything they emphasise their sexual availability more than simple nakedness would.

The horses are left in a stable, and you are given directions to Vash-gul’s old tent – as well as another tent, which you are cryptically told you ‘should visit as soon as possible’ (this was followed by gales of laughter from the orcs). You and Tri’lanna go to the cluttered tent, and you sit on the pile of blankets that serve as a bed, wondering what to make of this strange turn of your life.