The orcess fetches me

I quickly finished the last of the roasted meat just as the heavy leather flap of the tent whipped open.

The towering silhouette of the orcess chieftain stepped inside, her massive frame immediately making the tent feel small. She wore her chieftain attire - thick leather straps crossing her broad green chest and a jagged axe slung across her back. Her tusks gleamed as a wicked, amused smirk spread across her face.

“Slept well, little prince?” she boomed, her voice a deep, gravelly purr.

Before I could answer, her sharp eyes scanned down my body. My mind flashed back to the night before, and my eyes involuntarily drifted toward the heavy leather loincloth resting between her powerful thighs. She noticed, letting out a deep, rumbling chuckle.

“Good. You’ll need your strength,” she said, gesturing to the empty tray. “The camp is waking up, and it’s time for you to fulfill your duties.”

She reached out, her massive, calloused hand gripping my tunic and effortlessly pulling me to my feet, bringing my chest flush against hers for a brief, tense second.

“Come,” she commanded, turning on her heel toward the blinding sunlight. “Let’s see how a human royal handles the real work of the Horde.”