The orc returns

You hear footsteps approaching the tent as the same orc from before enters. Fortunately, he no longer carries the pike with the head of Krest on it.

“Me talk leader. Leader say little girl do… uh?” The orc mimics a sweeping like motion with his hands.

“Clean…? Chores?” You say guessing at his actions.

“Yes, gnome do clean chores!” The orc says oddly enthusiastic at your guessing ability.

“And me?” Your voice says trailing off.

“Mmm wide hips. Tight cunt. Good breasts. You make orc children.” Your fear can’t be contained as you sit in shocked silence. You knew this was coming, but it doesn’t make it any less fucking terrifying. He unclasps his cloak as it drops to the floor in front of you.