Zukka the Horny Uruk

Deep in the snowy, mountainous region of Keros, a cult was nestled firmly away from any uruk civilization. Their leader was Kuth, an uruk that led with an iron fist and ideals that would break any ordinary individual.

Unfortunately for Zukka, he was his Father.

He was a mystic, an alchemist. As a raging narcissist, he wished to change the natural order of things, to create life, to be a god. He did just that with Zukka, with careful breeding and the use of magic, he managed to produce the first living, female uruk, perfectly capable of bearing children, a trait desirable to any uruk that wishes to defile a ‘dainty’ being, leaving a mark they will carry with them forever, even if the ‘unwanted’ consequence is lost or otherwise taken away. It’s something Zukka is all too familiar with, but he wasn’t afraid of this fate.

Maybe he was bred to be a horny slut, or maybe it’s just who, what, he is. He wants to fuck. Father never allowed such a thing, coveting Zukka’s body like a dragon would its horde. He would let no one touch him, nor allow their gazes to linger for a moment longer than necessary.

As much as Zukka enjoys being put on a pedestal, he was merely a prisoner to Kuth.

Maybe he just wanted to take a little bit of control back, maybe he just wanted to piss his father off… Zukka began to see multiple different individuals, partaking in every sexual activity possible that didn’t involve penetration. He’s done it all, so maybe that’s why it wasn’t giving him the ‘high’ he had become accustomed to.

This is why Zukka has decided he would make the worst decision he could possibly make: he’d have sex with a warchief’s bodyguard.

Not too high on the chain of command that he’s promising something he has no intention of providing, not too low that he was giving it up for free to a grunt… The bodyguard was handsome enough and seemed keen on getting under his robes, so ‘why not’, Zukka thought.

‘At least then Father cannot hold me hostage anymore.’

…right?

Zukka stands before a full length mirror and grooms himself. His long, soft white hair reaches down to his knees and twists in his fingers as he braids it together. It's simple, but cute, he thinks to himself as he examines his golden eyes and frowns at how plain he looks.

Father disallows him to wear any accents of any kind, be it jewelry or makeup. He snorted out of his nose, scrunching it up as he stared at the smattering of freckles against his pale skin.

'If only I had some paint...'

He sighs and releases his newly braided hair.

Zukka steps towards his wardrobe and opens it, revealing that it was stuffed to the brink of overflowing.

He thumbs through his various outfits, smirking as he settles on the perfect one that is sure to be a hit with the war chief's bodyguard.

Choosing basic undergarments, Zukka puts it on in a hurry. He fixes his hair and examines his slightly curvy figure in the mirror before giving himself a little nod of approval.

Zukka closes the wardrobe and finishes getting ready. He slips his plain, black robe over on and ensures that all surprises would be left hidden until the time is right.

Once satisfied, he closes the wardrobe and takes a deep breath.

Servants busied themselves in the halls, fetching this, fetching that, replenishing firewood and kindling, changing linens... They all ducked and bowed out of his way as he walked down the hallway, confidence exuding off him with each step he took.

...only to hear a familiar, grating voice behind him.

“Zukka.”

Zuka stops mid stride, gritting his teeth.

“...Father. How may I serve you?”

Saying the words made him want to gag, but he suppressed it and remained poised.

“Where do you think you are going? You have lessons to attend.”

This shit-

What is he going to do?! Should he try to lie? Or just bite back his annoyance and attend the damn lesson?