Surrender to the Orok

You throw down your sword and get down on your knees. Glaring up at the Orok you say, "It's about time you got here. What took you so long?"

The Orok puts down his weapon. "Well please forgive me, but it's not easy to get away from the rest of the clan. They always want to go hunting and raiding in groups. What's a poor horny Orok like me supposed to do? Take you as a ****? They'd want a piece of you, too! And I really don't want to share you with them."

You stand up, and give him a kiss and rub his shoulders. "OK, don't worry. I'll get over it. I guess what really matters is that we're here together right now. Let's make the best of it, my love."

The Orok smiles at you. "I'll agree with that, mostly because if I don't, you'll carve me a new one with that sword of yours."

You look down at his loincloth, and take a peek underneath. "Well now, I do believe something's come up! Mmm, I'd love to be speared by you right about now!"

The Orok sighs. "Well my fair Elven warrior, it's not exactly safe out here in broad daylight to go spearing you the way we both desire. Shall we collect our weapons and retire to the cave?"

You goose the Orok with your hand, causing him to jump lightly. "You're such a hopeless romantic! But that's what I like about you, my stout green warrior!"

The Orok folds his arms and stares at you. "Are you going to stand there toying with my ass, jabbering all day, or are we going to the cave?"

You pick up your sword. "All right, I'm coming already. I hope several times!"

You both walk up the hill to the cave, arm in arm, laughing as you go.