He told that Sheila to be escorted [POW change to Garuk]

"I'll need to know the answer of your leader. You'll be escorted by my messenger. Should he not return, I'll assume you rejected my proposal and seek an alliance with orcs," Vehumet made a dramatic pause "against you. Their chief will accept if I'll agree to give him three out of four survivors."

"I don't think I can reject, right?" the Amazon shuddered, trying to hide her disgust towards the idea of becoming an orc sex toy, "Well, introduce me to your messenger then."

A wide grin spread across the chieftain's face. Politics or not, he was anticipating the reaction to his next words. "You already have a," grin went even wider, "DEEP acquaintance with him."

"You can't be serious!?" Sheila exclaimed, a mix of many emotions evident on her face.

"We both know that I'm not joking. I'll tell him to not fuck you again if this is what worries you. Unless you ask him, of course."

"It will be a long trip..." a barely audible whisper left Sheila's mouth.

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Garuk was standing near the chieftain's hut. Just in case he will be needed again. He had no doubts that Vehumet is having fun with the captive. The very same one Garuk deflowered just a few minutes ago. It was the first time he experienced a woman's tightness. It felt wonderful, it surely did. And now he wanted more.

At the same time, it was dissatisfying. He didn't defeat her in fair one-on-one combat, other warriors helped to restrain her. He didn't even choose to take her, he was ordered to do so. In a way, he was robbed of his virginity just like the girl, Sheila, was. Garuk wanted his first time to be special, not some random conquest of a stupid human cunt.

He glanced at the bite mark on his shoulder, where her teeth clamped down hard. It hurt, but he knew many far more unpleasant injuries. Everywhere, on his naked torso, Garuk had scars from fights, hunts, and harsh exercises. Few more were hidden by his pants, woven from the class made of processed fibers of a wild steppe plant. Yes, his tribe knew how to hunt, fight and survive. But they were also craftsmen, perhaps not as skilled as humans, but certainly better than almost any other goblin tribe.

The amazon emerged from Vehumet's hut. Naked as she was but her hands were free. Vehumet walked next to her, wisely having his sword ready. They walked straight toward Garuk and the woman was avoiding eye contact with him. He was curious about her behavior. Was she afraid of him? Did she try to hide her anger? Was it a mere wish to not look into the face of the rapist who violated her?

"Garuk. I have an order for you. You are to escort this woman to her tribe and talk with their chieftain to deliver her words to me," Vehumet's voice was calm, unemotional as if nothing unusual happened.

"Are you letting her go?" Garuk raised his eyebrows, he couldn't believe his ears. Vehumet's father would have an orgy after which this human would be killed. Even if she wasn't guilty of anything. This one killed one of tribesmen and wounded two others.

"Her punishment was harsh enough and I am merciful ruler," Vehumet looked straight into Garuk's eyes, evaluating his reaction. "Besides, I need her to live. She has a message to deliver to her leader."

"I understand," Garuk nodded unsure if he supports such action, "I'll carry out your orders."

"Good. She is to walk naked and unarmed as a part of her punishment. But you are forbidden to take her by force. And Garuk," Vehumet took a pause "I know that they may kill and it will be a great loss you but this risk is in the interests of the tribe. And should Amazons act like jackals, you'll be avenged. I promise."

"Yes. I understand," again, Garuk nodded. He was glad that the chieftain spoke to him with respect and tried to explain his orders, his father usually didn't.

"Very well. You may proceed. May the steppe spirits guide you, warrior." With those words, Vehumet turned around and returned to his hut, leaving Garuk and the human alone.