The Redheaded human

You know precisely what you want. It'll make life more difficult for The Boss, which makes it even better for you. The worst case scenario is he'll say no, so you have nothing to lose. You're also not afraid of negotiating or your position here.

"The human who was fighting today, the redheaded one. She's a **** too?"

The Boss nodded "What of her?"

"I want her" You reply brazenly "I win your tournament, you let me have her as my own."

"Well well, aren't you an interesting one. One **** cannot be held in bondage by another."

The images and the feelings of your dream still echo in your head. "As a wife than"

The Boss and his bodyguard look at each other and begin to chuckle. Thinking the offer brazen, dumb, and impossible to maintain "You? An Orc brute such as yourself? You think she'd have you? Certainly not shaping up to be a faithful husband already are we?" The pair continue their laughter given your cock in a strange woman's mouth.

"That's my concern, not yours. All you have to do is make sure that whatever happens in the tournament, she survives."

"All right all right, you've made your case. My, you are touchy, aren't you?" The boss releases the chain from his right hand as he searches his person for a means to make a note. Another trained signal, for when the metal chains hit the floor, the **** woman becomes fully committed. She strokes the length of your cock while sucking, and massages your balls with her other hand, moaning all the way to coax an orgasm out of you.

"I'll tell you what my sentimental green-skinned friend, I'll honor the agreement. You win the tournament, you get to have Nihara to yourself. I'm a man of my word. That is, assuming you aren't **** to kill each other in the ring first. I'll make the necessary preparations."

At this point you can feel your orgasm quickly building, and you shoot your load deep in the human's throat. Unrepared and possibly not used to the act, she gags on your seed . A mix of your cum and her saliva splurts onto the cold floor as she coughs. Gaining what little sense of dignity she has, she stood up beside The Boss, waiting for her next instruction. Just as the three begin to leave, The Boss asks a final question.

"A thought there greenskin, I'll be needing a name to give the bookies and the announcers and such. What shall we be calling you?"

"Kromdor" you reply sternly.

"Hmmm. It's very much like yourself I think. Well Kromdor, you'll be having a busy day. Sleep well, and dream of large women"