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The heavy silence of the cavern was broken only by the sloshing of the warm spring as my trembling hand finally slipped beneath the surface. My fingers brushed against the smooth, burning heat of her length, and a sharp, involuntary shiver ran down my spine. Uthul let out a deep, satisfied growl against my neck, her grip on my hip tightening in approval as I began to find a rhythm. For a fleeting second, the sheer, intoxicating taboo of the moment entirely consumed me.

Then, the heavy curtain of steam parted again.

Three massive orc grunts stepped out of the mist, stripped down and holding coarse washing rags. Unlike Brok, they didn’t offer a formal challenge; they just laughed, their eyes instantly locking onto my naked, flushed form pinned against their chieftain.

“Ah, the water’s fine today!” the lead grunt rumbled, a crude grin spreading across his scarred face. He stopped at the edge, gesturing toward me with a thick finger. “Come now, chieftain. You can’t keep a prize like that all to yourself. Share the royal pet with the boys. We’ve earned a turn.”

Uthul’s posture instantly went rigid beneath me, her pleasure twisting back into raw, explosive fury.

“Get the hell out of my sight before I flay you alive!” she barked, her hand snapping up from my waist to splash a wall of hot water at them. “I don’t share my property with common grunts!”

The orcs didn’t back down. Instead, the lead grunt’s grin vanished, replaced by an ugly, rebellious sneer.

“You’ve grown soft, ‘Chieftain.’ Playing house with humans while the rest of us starve for blood.”

Before Uthul could even stand, all three of them lunged into the spring at once, the water erupting around us. I was violently ripped from her lap and thrown into the shallow edge of the pool, gasping for air as I watched the chaos unfold. Uthul fought like a demon, throwing a massive fist that shattered one grunt’s jaw, but the remaining two used their combined weight to pin her arms back against the slick stone wall.

“Let’s see how much of a chief you are when you’re on your knees!” the lead grunt snarled, forcing her head down and trapping her heavy, muscular body against the rock face. Uthul thrashed and roared, venom spitting from her lips, but as the grunts began to aggressively strip away the last of her defenses to use her own body against her, she realized - with a surge of pure, **** fury - that she had completely lost control of her camp.