Let him lead you.

The half-orc extends his hand to you and lifts you to your wobbly feet. He leads you away from the flames and brings you a grassy spot some steps away from the party.

“Here is good,” the half-orc sits you down on the cool grass. “What is your name?” he asks.

You’re almost shocked to hear the question. The only question that has been asked of you this whole week is whether you want to be fucked, or whether you want to be cummed inside, or some other perverse question.

“L-Luna,” you say with a shaky voice.

“Luna,” the half-orc repeats with a nod. “I am Bintwan, son of Greelog the chief.”

You are surprised to hear such courtesy coming from an orc. You feel a sense of your humanity return to you. After a week of being treated as a worthless sex ****, you are finally being talked to a like a person. Still, despite his initial gentleness, you know what he wants from you. There is no escaping your ultimate role here.

Bintwan places his hands on your shoulder. His face is stern and full of determination, yet he is not forceful. He looks in your eyes for any signs of hesitation. You wish you could show such a thing, but your mind is in no better state than it was a few minutes ago. The kanga fruit continues to keep you receptive—needy.

He leans in to kiss you. Slow at first, he parts his lips, making you part yours in kind. Your tongues intertwine. His hands caress you all over, playing with your skin. He takes his time, teasing you by never touching your most sensitive spots until much later.

Unlike the orcs that have come before you, he is not simply trying to make you ready for him. There is enough wetness for him to simply take you now. No, he is making you feel good— trying to raise your sensitivity. It feels amazing.

He finally reaches for you intimate areas. His mouth plants kisses on your nipples and his rough fingers encircle your sensitive button. He starts lightly at first before proceeding to a more passionate caress.

“Show me the fiery spirit that red-haired sows are known for.”

His words drive you mad. Your eyes roll upward and your head drops back. You arch you back and come. A throaty moan escapes you as you experience, for the first time an orgasm born of loving tenderness.

It was not as hard or pleasurable as one brought on by the other orcs, but it was one that felt like something more than a physical reaction. Who knew an orc could be so gentle? Perhaps being a half-orc means more than simply being pale skinned.

Bintwan lays you to the ground as he removes his loincloth, revealing his stiff manhood. Despite what Leerok claimed, Bintwan is in no way less gifted than the other orcs. He drapes himself over you and spreads your legs wide. He positions himself at your sopping hole and without a word, slowly sinks in your depth. Your head rolls back as you feel yet another small, yet pleasant orgasm.

He’s slow, methodical, loving even. He leans in and plants kisses on your chest and neck as he slowly moves in and out of your body, scrapping out Leerok’s foul seed with his hardness. You wrap your legs and arms around him, moving your hips to the slow rhythm.

This is how you imagined sex to be, not the rough fucking that you’ve been experiencing all week. You felt yourself in heaven. Yet, the kanga fruit’s incessant tugging at your animalistic needs has you wanting more. Your lustful craving wants you to be taken like a bitch in heat, rather than made love to. It makes you want to feel used, to be bred like an animal. Perhaps as if hearing your subconscious calls, the gods brought forth those who could grant your wish.

Two muscular orcs walk up to you and Bintwan.

“Enjoying your first time, Bint?” one of them asks.

You look to Bintwan, realizing that this is the first time he has been with a woman. Perhaps that is why he shows such gentleness. You remember that, you too, had been a virgin not too long ago. Regrettably, your first time was not as gentle as this.

“You ain’t doin’ it right though,” one of them says. “Why don’t ya’ step aside and let us show how the girly likes it.”

“No,” Bintwan says back. “Be gone with you.”

“Hey, can’t you see he’s enjoying her cunt right now?” the other orc says to his friend. “Look, Bint. You can continue to enjoy her pussy. We can help you out another way. Flip her over so that we can plug her other holes. That’ll really get her going. What do you say?”

“That won’t…” Bintwan begins to say, but he’s quickly interrupted by the other orc.

“How about it, lady? You’d like a hard fucking from three strong orcs, wouldn’t you?”

Bintwan looks to you. His eyes tell you that he’s hoping you won’t agree to the orc’s proposal. Your heart doesn’t want to either, but your body has its own needs right now. The very idea of being taken by all three has you tightening around Bintwan’s length. He feels it, knowing your thoughts, frowning at the idea.

But what does it matter? Whether by Bintwan or Leerok, you’re just a breeding mare to these orcs. I doesn’t matter who you choose. Your fate is the same. You may as well give in to your lust and enjoy the feeling of being wanted by three orcs at once.

In the end, you are left with a simple choice.