Zarraz

You walk over to Zarraz and kneel in front of her. She kicks her boots away and places her green feet on your lap. You are surprised that Zarrazs feet are not that different than normal female ones. Despite the color of course.

“What a shame, going for a weaker woman,” Valaria complains, “seems like you human are not even smart enough to know the difference between beauty and orcs.”

“Really, you lazy pointy ear call me weaker?” Zarraz replies angry, “two rounds in the arena and you beg for mercy like a slut after a good ass fuck. And without your magic you wouldn't even take it that far.”

“Power is not all about strength, green skin,” Valaria answers sharp, “knowledge is power. And despite our mistress I'm the smartest woman in the dark horde. You are only a dumb war machine. Like all orcs. That's why the slave has chosen you over me. He is dumb. Same to same I guess.”

“Ladys, please,” Keylara interrupts before Zarraz could react, “are you really arguing about a pathetic men? A slave? My slave to be precise. You are women. You can have any slave you want. No slave is worth arguing.”

Nobody of the two is satisfied with this but they clearly don't want to disobey an order from Keylara herself. So they cool down and go back on their seats.

“I don't think you are dumb,” you say to comfort Zarraz, “you deserve your place as a general.”

“I know,” Zarraz answers cold, “this bitch is just jealous because I can play with the mistress slave and she not. Now shut up and massage my feet. And don't be so gentle. I'm a orc. My skin is thick and I need it a little harder.”