You are "safer"

Life is different from an Orc's shoulder. You don't get get to see what is in front of you, only after. You don't know if you expected for everyone to be paying attention at the two of you, but as you go by them preciously few pay more than a second glance. Those who do have a sarcastic grim on their face, as if they were privy to a secret joke. And that the joke is on you.

I just wish this village wasn't so windy! The breeze could be soft, but its caress on your exposed tight give you chills up your spine. It is a sharp contrast to the carelessness, the indifferent the brutish Orc is paying you. You close your eyes and for a moment can imagine the invisible lover fetching you away from that place, but then he is gone!

It goes darker as he steps inside his home. The place is illuminated by a bonfire, and the air is thicker, fouler because of it. Where the wind was gentle, this smoke is invasive, hot. Almost oppressive. "Hah. home sweet home" he calls out to no one in particular.

It feels like he hurls you at the pile of furs and cushions. Your hair and clothes are in disarray, but rather than ogle at you, or ravage you, he turns his back and goes to a large barrel of wine. He pours himself a cup and downs it. He is slow and meticulous with his moves. Something is wrong with him. And for the first time you notice it.

He grunts in pain as he drinks, placing his hand on his left side. As if he is in pain, and the wine serves to dull it. It cant be, what kind of idiot is he to carry me if..? but it dawns on you: An Orc. That kind of idiot. He must pose to the others, else he be overthrown. Killed.

"... are you hurt?"you feign ignorance and concern. He shoots an angry look at you, and spits to the side. "Shut your mouth." There is menace on his tone, but it is shallow. "I am sorry..." you babble.

He snorts, and walks to your side. He doesn't sit, he collapses on the cushions, you can imagine the earth waves coming from him. Maybe i should run away? if he is hurt, maybe you could reach the entrance before he screams. Or the window. And then to the village's entrance? or at least to... how can an elf hide in this village? It was a hopeless, stupid plan.

"Do something. Dance, sing. Whatever." You hesitate. He seems too tired to react, so you stand slowly. He doesnt stir. You take a couple of steps away, but those big palms raise, and he beckons you closer. Fuck. You glance down at your body, those luscious long legs, your sculpted ass, thin waist. You really dont want to dance for him. What should I sing?

"Oh
Oooh
Just shoot for the stars if it feels right
Then aim for my heart if you feel like
Take me away and make it okay
I swear I'll behave..."

It was the first thing that came to your mind, you knew the lyrics and the song flowed easily, even without the instruments.

"You wanted control, so we waited
I put on a show, now I make it
You say I'm a kid, my ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this
Take me by the tongue and I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moooooves like Jagger..."

At some point your legs started moving on their own, it felt like a silly dance that would go along with the song. The high heels don't feel wobbly, you are confident.

"You wanna know how to make me smile
Take control, own me just for the night
And if I share my secret
You're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this"

"So watch and learn, I won't show you twice
Head to toe, ooh baby rub me right
If I share my secret, you're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this"

You pause to give Christina Aguilera's part special gusto. She sings it so beautifully, so forcefully, you want to do her justice. You don't really know at what point you stopped caring about the situation and more about your performance, but it makes you feel good. Powerful. Filled.

Congratulations! You reached levels 1 through 4 in performance. You are unskilled in performance
Congratulations! You reached levels 3 through 4 in Balance.

The loud fapping noise startles you from your performance. You look at the Orc's direction and truly he had that Huge Green Cock out, stroking to make it hard. As it got hard? whatever. That monolyth stood proud and ready.

"Go on... another" his voice is raspy. urgent. You think of Taylor Swift

"Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh, my God, look at that face!
You look like my next mistake
Love’s a game, wanna play?..."

"Shut up!" what got him so angry? he stroked that cock furiously. Your mind wanders, and expects to receive a command to kneel. Touch him. Service him. Put your sultry lips around that cock. But none of these things came, he just... looks at you. Devours you with those deep, savage eyes. Is he that afraid of Sir Lawrence? My man inspires that kind of fear?

Your fingers slide inside your panties, and find the dampness of your sex. your entrance is sensitive.You feel it when you dip your fingers.Too much. As he looks at you, you look at him. Did he notice me? How could he not?

Where he is fierce, you are gentle. He grunts, and you moan oh so sweetly. Devilish cruelty trail your thoughts, and you turn around, raising your sweet ass at him. He doesn't come at you. Your fingers move the fabric out of the way, and the humid slit clashes with the hot smokey air. He grunts, and you feel something wet hit your leg. And again. The murky odor of his essence fills the air. You feel a deep urge to go faster, stronger.

"Agh. Good. Now go clean yourself." He throws a fur at you, and the impact throws you down. You almost twist your ankle, balanced as you were on those heels. _FUCKER! _you want to scream, but you are panting. _What the hell are you thinking? _But it is apparent that he cant be bothered. Now that he released he turns to the side, to snore. You consider grabbing a knife and killing him.