Hroth had spent the last three years travelling the world, and before that, had spent forty-three years without an honest day's work. He only cared for three things - beer, sleep and women. But he'd never been attractive. He was fat, short and bald, so he went travelling to blow all his (dubiously earned) money on exotic whores. His time away from homeland meant he did not know what had happened there since he'd left. So when he began to cross a narrow rope bridge between two mountaintops as part of his journey back home, he did not recognise the orc warrior woman on the other side of the bridge.
He didn't even realise she was there at first. He was too busy focusing on not looking down as he shuffled along the rickety bridge, gripping the ropes on either side tightly as he stepped on each wooden plank, one by one, and he was so focused he didn't even see her until he felt his head collide with something soft, yet firm - he looked up and snapped out of his reverie to finally see the face of an orc woman looking down at him with revulsion.
She was tall, tall enough that he had to crane his neck up to make out her facial features. The wavy brown bangs of a long ponytail framed her face. Her skin was green and smooth, her cheekbones and chin were sharply defined. Her thick lips were contorted in a grimace that curled around two little tusks protruding from her lower teeth, while she looked down a long and slender nose at him with a hateful look in her emerald eyes. It was so hateful he felt genuine fear looking into them.
"Get out of my chest, lecher," she said, her voice husky and dripping with contempt.
Hroth took a moment to process what she said, then looked down from her face - sure enough, he'd managed to walk directly into the orc warrior's ample breasts, covered in nothing but a fur breastband, without even realising it.
"Ah, my bad," said Hroth, unable to make eye contact with the terrifying orcish warrior as he carefully shuffled backwards. "I didn't notice you there."
He got a better look at the orc woman as he moved back. Her breasts were comfortably large as he'd found out earlier, but she also had large hips (and a fine ass to go with them, he bet) hidden barely by a tight fur loincloth, while the rest of her green skin was on display - her midriff, arms and legs all bare, revealing a chiseled form, from well-defined abs to toned biceps and powerful thighs and calves. Her muscles didn't take away from her curves - rather, they made them stronger, tighter and better defined, and made her body a real turn-on for Hroth to feast his eyes on even as he trembled in fear at the sight of her. He remembered fucking a redheaded whore with a body like that in Gaelway - a warrior woman who'd fallen on hard times after her homeland was brought to peace, and sold her famously fit body to strangers for gold... it was an expensive few nights, but it was worth it.
"Who do you think you're talking to? My eyes are up here, worm," The orc said. "The fact that you've even touched me is cause enough for me to chop off your balls."
He chuckled nervously. "Let's not get so hasty, miss. Me running into you was an honest mistake."
"I'm sure it was," she said, rolling her eyes. "Now move out of the way before I cut you down."
He looked around - there wasn't enough room for him to move out of the way without him falling off the rope bridge, so the only real way for him to get out of the way would be to...
"...But if you want me to move out of the way, I'll need to walk all the way backwards across the bridge," he said.
"Then you'll do that," said the orc woman, "Or I'll chop off your balls and throw you off."
"But the bridge is a mile long, and I'm so much closer to your side than mine! It'll take me hours to get there!"
She grinned, flashing her tusks and pointed teeth. "Then you'll walk backwards for hours until we're back to where you started, and then I'll chop off your balls once we reach the end - I think that's a fair trade..."
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and anger. "Wha - what do you - why?" he stammered out. "Why are you doing this? Just because I accidentally ran into your tits, you're gonna make me walk backwards a mile over a gigantic chasm and chop off my balls at the end?! How do you even justify that?"
She laughed without humour. "Oh, you really don't know who I am, do you? I'm guessing from your accent, you're from Gautland, returning home after a long journey, aren't you, human?"
"I might be... what does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, traveler, a bit of an update - " she leaned forward, making the rope bridge rock dangerously, and whispered in a mocking voice, " - Gautland is destroyed."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What do you mean, destroyed?"
"I killed all the men and took the women back to my tribe to keep them as my slave-concubines... do you still not recognise me, human?"
Hroth's eyes widened as he realised who he was standing before - Brenna, Queen of Orcheim, who somehow had the strength to fight an entire army single-handedly, and did so when she killed every last capable warrior of the orcs by ripping out a mountain and dropping it on top of them, leaving only her to be uncontested as their queen. She was known to go on raids to foreign lands and wipe them out entirely just to feed her insatiable lust for battle, and lust for concubines... and she had destroyed Hroth's homeland, with everyone he knew either dead or enslaved. Hroth felt his blood boiling as he looked at her disgustingly smug grin.
"Chopping off your balls would be a mercy, since you dared to touch a queen," growled Brenna, "so start shuffling backwards, eunuch-to-be."
He did as he was instructed, slowly walking backwards as Brenna walked towards him so the pair moved slowly back along the bridge, but his mind was on overdrive - he'd be damned if he'd let her castrate him after she eradicated his people from the face of the earth, and he was determined to figure out a plan. He looked around for anything, anything at all that could help him - the ropes, the wooden planks, the giant axe on Brenna's back, her tits -
Her tits?
There was something odd about that fur breastband around her tits, like they were calling out to him for some reason... he was reminded of a story a slave with a headscarf he met in Al-Aybirya had told him while he was fucking her breasts - apparently, there was once a legendary breastband created by a pagan goddess of love that gave its wearers superhuman strength, and it went mysteriously missing one day... and then he told the bitch to shut up and turn around so he could stick it up her ass.
Looking at the ropes and the rickety planks of the bridge, he put the pieces of a plan together in his head. It took all his willpower not to grin at it.
He patiently kept walking backwards... backwards... backwards... Brenna's threatening gaze constantly on him... until he found it - a plank that strained desperately under his weight that he knew she would avoid, except...
