Yolna and the Orcs

Yolna and Karn were taken deeper into the badlands, to a small Orc camp built into one of the many, many rocky outcroppings that covered this land. The orcs tossed Karn into a cage unceremoniously. They left the bindings around his hands and ankles, too, which kept him from casting any spells. They didn't know he was a spellcaster, of course, so Yolna reasoned this must be how they treat all of their prisoners.

When they didn't put her in a cage, she began to doubt that.

The orcs pushed her into a tent made of animal hides, and she found herself surrounded by thick incense and intense heat from a fire in the middle of the tent. The smell was surprisingly pleasant, though the temperature was unbearable to her, acclimated to the cold north as she was.

On a throne made of bones in the center of the tent sat the largest Orc she'd ever seen. He was bare-chested. His tough, green-gray skin was covered in scars. He sat forward as the hunting party pushed her inside.

"Who is this female?" the Orc chief grunted.

"Found her in the foothills," the lead hunter said. "With a male."

"He's in the cage," said a second hunter.

"Bring her forward," the chief said. "Present her to me."

They pushed Yolna toward the chief. Then they suddenly took hold of her clothes and tore them away. She gasped and staggered back in fear. She backed into one of the hunters, who shoved her forward again, knocking her to her knees.

The Orc chief took in the sight of her naked body and nodded appreciatively. She looked up at him with defiance in her eyes, but the incense was making her head spin. Her body was starting to feel... tingly. Starting to feel... arousal...

"Does she please you, Chief Uruk?" the lead hunter asked.

"She is a pretty one," he said. Then he addressed her directly. "Look at me, female. I am your master. How does that make you feel?"

The incense was making Yolna horny, there could be no doubt. She couldn't help but see the strong, masculine Orc chief as an object of lust...