Proudly sacrifice yourself for Petra

You know what? Fuck it. If someone is gonna get knocked up it should be me. Petra might die if she tried to birth that thing’s child. Besides, I cannae just sit back and allow a cleric to be defiled like this… Even at the cost of me own body.

You let out a breath of stress as you steel yourself for the crazy shit you’re about to try.

“HEY ORC!” You say loudly. “Fuck me instead and I’ll give ye the biggest, strongest, little ones you’d even seen.” The orc looks to you. A look of surprise crosses the orcs face before he composes himself. Petra runs over to you, diving into your arms once more.

“W-what are you doing Iyda?” She looks up at you from your arms, you cradle her head near your breasts.

“Somethin’ dumb prolly’.” You say matter-of-factly. You gently nudge Petra off of you, leading the orc away from her. The intrigued orc pulls his knife from his discarded sheathe and cuts your hands lose, clearly not seeing you as a threat anymore. You grab his hand and waste no time in pulling him towards the fur bed. You have control here, what’s your next move?