Get to know them.

The sisters followed you through the front door and into your small, well-worn wooden cabin. Exhausted from their ordeal, the girls make their way towards your bed, with the oldest takes a set on the fur-covered nest and the youngest sitting down on the fur rug next to the fireplace. You make your way past the youngest, place a few logs into the fireplace, along with a few twins and some dried leaves. You then take a piece of flint, a small steel pic, and strike it a few times until you get a spark. Once you have a fire going, you sit down across from the girl's, crossing your legs, and observe them. While the oldest is dressing her would, her sister is eyeing your hut with wide-eyed amazement. You have more than a few hunting trophies adorning the walls from your time alone in the woods, some of which were actually quite impressive. You had a giant troll's head-mounted over your fireplace, along with two griffins on either side. There was a wyvern's hide tied to the wall, a large pile of wolf pelts settled next to your workbench, even the rug she was sitting on was once a giant bare that had to have been twice your size.

The young orc looked quite adorable as she looked around the canon with the warm fire lighting up her lovely young face. In fact, she was more than adorable. She was gorgeous. As the tender flams of the firelight her nude, light green body, you couldn't help but be enthralled by her beauty. She was leaning back against your bed, lightly perking out her lovely breasts and her dark green nipples, giving you a perfect view of her strong and tantalizing curves. The thought of pinning her to the ground, feeling up her soft curves in your strong arms while you planted kisses all over her lovely breasts made your heart flutter and your nipples stiff. Her young and delicate face was just as eye-catching as the rest of her, especially with the dim light bouncing off of her full dark lips and her small feminine tusks. You wanted so badly to take her in your strong arms, kiss her soft lips, and grind your green bodies together.

Orcs have a very powerful sex-drive, and you're no exception. Before you were separated from your tribe, you bedded almost every male and female in your clan at least twice and ravaged every single captive the raiders brought back with them, be it male or female. These years of solitude would have been utterly unbearable were it not for your collection of carved ivory toys you keep in the chest. Even then, it's been something of a struggle as ivory was not a substitute for warm flesh. Every now and again, you would get lucky and catch a wood elf that strayed too far from his or her tribe, ravaging them until they were a panting, cumming mess on the forest floor, but you couldn't risk bringing them back to your hut, so the relief was short-lived.

Eventually, the young orc noticed you eyeing her with hungry eyes. Although she was a bit shocked at first, the surprise in her eyes quickly went away and was replaced with that of longing. Your breath started to steam in front of your green lips and cool moisture formed on your feminine tusks as the lovely young orc lightly batted her eyes and teasingly shifted her body. You wanted her now, and it was evident that she wanted you. All you had to do was pounce on her, and she would be yours. But then the questions started.

"So you mentioned that you didn't have a tribe," asked the older, "What happened?"

You shook yourself from your daze and looked up at the older sister. Like her younger sister, she was also looking at you with a hunger in her eyes and was erotically shifting her nude body, but seemed to have a little more control of her heat than her sister and you.

You cleared your throat and replied in an awkward tone, "I...An army of men attacked us."

"Men?" she asked with a hint of concern in her voice, "Were they knights?"

"Some of them," you told her, "Some were flying black and white flags while others flew dark blue flags with a white bird in the center."

The older orc let out a long sigh, "That sounds like House Kessel and the Order of the Dove. Ever since Clan Nar killed their Duke in a raid, Their Dutches has been sending knights and mercenaries into the woods to drive us out."

"Nar killed Duke Jurren?" You were a little taken aback by this news. Nar had been incredibly aggressive towards the men just outside the forest, more so than most orcs. The other tribes, including yours, warned him on multiple occasions that if he didn't tone down his raids, he might draw some unwanted attention, that and he was taking all the good loot. "What happened to Nar?" you asked her.

"We're not sure," she replied, "Rumor has it that he's building an army in the deep wood in preparation for a counter-attack, but if that's true, then he's been waiting in those woods for an awfully long time. But enough talk of the troubles of this world." The older orc crossed her legs and leaned back into the nest, allowing her strong curves to show. "May we have the name of our rescuer?"

You take a moment for your eyes to explore the lovely orcs firm and sensual body before responding, "Shagar."

"Shagar," purred the oldest as she rolled onto her back, perking out her breasts, "I am Ushug, and this is my sister Bula." As Ushug introduced Bula, she lightly ran one of her hands over the young orc's cheek, making her purr and giggled. "As you have just saved us," Ushug continued as she eyed your body with lidded eyes, "and have more than proven yourself to be our alpha." Her following words are soft and dripping with lust, "We willingly submit ourselves to you."