Some respite for Uthul

Uthul let out a heavy, annoyed groan, splashing the warm water.

“Can't have a single moment’s peace in this damned camp,” she muttered. But as the ripples settled, her irritation melted into a wicked, predatory grin. “Still, a good quarrel always gets my blood pumping. Makes me horny as a winter mare.”

Before I could even process the words, her massive green hands clamped onto my waist. With effortless, terrifying strength, she yanked me backward through the water right onto her lap. I gasped as my rear came into direct, inescapable contact with the rigid, throbbing heat of her heavy length beneath the surface.

“Let me show you the real might of the Horde, little human!” she purred into my ear, her dense muscles wrapping around me like an iron vice. “Fix my mood.” Noticing I was a bit unsure, she added. “It’s either this, or I send you to the smithy - and we both know you don’t have the arms or the ass to be working with the blacksmith.”

My heart hammered violently. Every time I tried to shift, my skin slid against her slick, oiled thighs, making me acutely aware of the rigid length pressed firmly against the small of my back.

“I... I don’t know what you want me to do,” I stammered. It was a lie, a bad one; the carnal weight of her desire was obvious, slightly intoxicating even. Still, I didn’t want her knowing if was even the little bit tempted!

Uthul let out a low chuckle that rumbled right through my spine, her sharp tusks lightly grazing my earlobe. Her massive hand traveled down my stomach, anchoring my hip firmly against her throbbing heat.

“I think you know exactly what to do,” she purred, her breath hot against my neck as if she could read my racing thoughts. “Reach down beneath the surface and grab it. Show me how well you can obey your chieftain.”