Barely an hour later.

A Knock wakes me up, it’s urgent, and bloody loud. The fog in my mind is still wandering away, but as I look up towards the door, a head pokes around the corner. A green head with two tusks. It’s the Orc from earlier.

Surprisingly, she’s actually got a soft voice too, “shhh, stay, stay, I wanted to know how you are tiny one. I come comfort you.” And she does just that, she closes the door behind her and crosses the room to the bed, climbing on top of me like she knows me well, before whispering in my ear, “you quite warm tiny one, maybe share some warmth.” Her voice has a husk to it, complimenting the hand she runs down the side of my ribs. It spreads tingles through my spine, and puts a fire in my belly. She doesn’t take long to turn the heat up, her hand travelling just a bit too far and slipping under my shirt.