On the edge of Elwynn Forest, there existed a small cottage that was home to a proud soldier of Stormwind and his beautiful young bride. Their wedding had taken place in the Fall before the husband left for war. Many months had now passed and he had not yet returned. His soldier's wife, a tender woman named Courtney, had grown weary of spending her nights alone. His letters from the front were kind but sparse. Deprived of intimacy, she engrossed herself in erotic literature. Sadly, all the smut in the world wasn't enough to replace the romance lacking in her marriage. It wasn't until one sunny day amid Spring that her fortune would change.
Courtney's morning started like any other. She woke, stretched, climbed out of bed, and dressed for her daily routine. Her attire, while simple, was a flattering choice for her buxom body. She wore a thin white blouse that stretched around her ponderous breasts and tightened around her slender belly. Her bosom was a struggle to contain within the garment, but she always managed to fit into it without ripping the fabric. A blue skirt clung around her curvaceous hips, flowing down to her ankles. Hidden beneath the skirt was a pair of white stockings that rose to the middle of her thighs. She stepped into a pair of high-heeled shoes before walking over to a mirror to fasten her favorite necklace and complete the ensemble. On this day, she took an extra few seconds to stare at her reflection. The Light had blessed her with soft porcelain skin, long brown hair, and crystal blue eyes brimming with unrequited affection. How unfair it was, she thought, that a woman as attractive as she had no one to tend to her physical needs. Fate was cruel, indeed.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Courtney felt her heart leap right out of her chest. She was not expecting a visitor, especially this early. Perhaps her husband had finally returned. Lifting her skirt, she raced to the door and stopped to adjust her composure. After taking a deep breath, she smiled and pushed the door open. What she saw standing in front of her made her freeze up in a panic. Towering over her was a burly orc armed to the teeth. She had never seen one in the flesh, but he appeared every bit as menacing as they had been described. He looked strong enough to snap her in half like a twig, and after a few terrifying seconds passed she started to wonder why he hadn't yet.
"W-who are you...?" she stammered.
"Argosh," he replied in common, much to her surprise.
"Are you going to kill me?" she pressed.
"No, just collecting my reward," he answered. "I killed the pig that was giving you trouble."
By this time Courtney noticed the burlap sack dripping blood slung over Argosh's shoulder. He unceremoniously dropped it at his feet before he began rifling through his backpack. In a few moments, he withdrew a piece of parchment and held it out to her. Hesitantly, she took a step forward to read it. When she recognized what it was, she felt a bit of relief.
"Oh, yes... the wanted poster. My husband put that up before he left." Her eyes shifted to the sack, then Argosh. "So... is that what I think it is?"
"It's customary where I'm from to show proof of the kill."
"Oh, well... I suppose that makes sense. I just wasn't expecting an orc to... I don't even think you're supposed to be here..."
Argosh shrugged. "Probably not, but this is the kind of work I enjoy. Now, about that reward..."
"Oh, of course. Please wait here." Courtney scampered over to a wooden chest tucked away under a table. Inside the chest was a pair of leather boots, a linen robe, and a small brass dagger. She collected everything in her arms and returned to Argosh to present them. "Here are your options, sir."
Argosh first reached out for the knife and inspected it closely. After a few seconds, he grunted and handed it back. "Too small," he declared. He looked at the robe next, then returned it similarly. "Too fragile." At last, he checked the boots, but his impression of them fared no better than the others. "There's no way my feet could fit in these."
Courtney pouted. "These are quality items, sir. Even if you can't use them, you could still sell them in town."
Argosh shook his head. "Not worth the effort. Besides, I'd probably be attacked on sight if I traveled into town." He crossed his arms stubbornly. "You'll have to do better."
Frantically, Courtney tried to think of a satisfactory reward she could offer the orc before he lost his temper. It was unlikely anything inside the cottage would be of use to him, and she hardly had any gold to spare. Then, from the darkest corner of her mind, an idea began to materialize; a dirty, selfish, and unforgivable idea. "Well sir, you're welcome to come in. I'm sure you'll find something here to your liking." With a bit of hesitation, he accepted her invitation and crossed over the threshold. As he passed, her eyes followed him, admiring his brutally masculine physique. While he glanced about her home, she bit her lip, dismissing the feelings of guilt as her eyes feasted on his muscular build. The fact that he was an orc, an enemy of her people, did not discourage her fleshly urges. On the contrary, it exacerbated them. The more monstrous the lover, the more thrilling the affair. After a short while, she put the items away, closed the door, and coyly brushed past him on her way back to her bedroom. "This way," she beckoned. Oblivious to her plot, he trailed behind her.
Courtney sat down at the foot of her bed and simpered at her guest as he followed her into the room. He halted just past the entryway to scan his surroundings. "What's in here?" he questioned, still unaware his reward was staring him in the face. His clueless antics made her blush. She hiked one leg over the other, pressed her hands against the bed on either side of her, and subtly pushed out her chest. She was certain this pose would catch his attention but as provocative as it was, he was far denser than she gave him credit for. He continued to ignore her as he glanced about, testing the limits of her patience. Although there was nothing she wanted more than for him to take her as the ruthless men from the novels she was so fond of, she was beginning to realize he needed some direction.
"You know, I was saving this for my husband, but..." Courtney tugged gingerly on the laces of her blouse. "I suppose it's only fair."
"What's fair?" asked Argosh, looking to her at last.
"You deserve a fitting reward," she asserted as she rose from her bed to approach him. "What does a man like you want above all else?"
"A more powerful weapon," he replied matter-of-factly.
Managing to keep herself from rolling her eyes, Courtney pulled harder on the lace to expose more of her cleavage. "And besides that?"
"Hmmm... a slab of boar meat straight off the spit roast."
After a small sigh, she closed the gap between them, stopping within his reach. Clasping her arm behind her back, she beamed up at him with a playful grin. "...and besides that?"
He fell quiet as his gaze fell upon her breasts which were now barely concealed by the faltering blouse. Like a wolf about to ambush his prey, his countenance turned feral. At last, she thought, he was beginning to recognize her advances. "Wouldn't it be nice to taste a human for a chance?" she proposed with an innocent tone. "I'm sure it's crossed your mind." The silence that followed her words was convincing. She stood at the precipice of rapture, surrendered to her desires. One by one he removed his weapons and dropped them upon the floor, causing her heart to race with anticipation. Now disarmed, his coarse hand found purchase on the back of her head. He used his other hand to grab her by her lower back, pulling her against his inexorable chest. She gasped as he seized her, her eyes now widened like a frightened doe. Her hands pressed against him instinctively, offering paltry resistance to his overbearing strength. She held her breath. There was no coming back now. Suddenly, without warning, he dipped his head and pressed his lips against hers in a violent onset of passion. She kissed him back, unconsciously wrapping her arms around his rugged neck. Only now did she understand how desperately she needed this.
