He could barely make out the form charging at him, his eyes unable to see more than the silhouette of whatever was charging at him through the glaring light of that harsh Durotar sun. Though, judging by its rough, rumbling voice, it had to be a man. A very, very angry man.
Raising his shield to defend himself, the human paladin could barely react before the greenskinned axe-wielding berserker was upon him. He towered over him, and he could only see the battlelust in his red eyes before the world went black around him as he felt a sharp pain against his skull. Maybe going to Northwatch would have been a better idea...
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"Ugh... Where the...?" Slowly, he regained consciousness, looking around him slowly as color flooded back into his vision. He seemed to be in the center of a large, orcish hut with a small fire crackling in the center. Outside, the sun had gone down and he could hear the soft sound of crickets in the evening air.
As he tried to sit up, he felt a sharp pain at the side of his head where he'd been struck by the Orc. What surprised him most, however, wasn't the pain. It was the fact that he seemed to be completely unrestrained and lying in a huge pile of warm furs. He was glad for that, as the nights got rather cold in Durotar.
Pushing aside one of the flaps of the tent, through which only the bright light of a huge crackling fire could be seen, was a huge orcish female. Easily a foot and a half taller than him, she grinned as she spotted the human. It was then that he felt extremely naked, and he noticed that wasn't too far from the truth, as the only clothing covering him was the pair of linen breeches he'd put on that morning.
Slowly but surely, the Orcish woman, walked towards him and he could see her rippling musculature in the dim light of the crackling fire that illuminated the inside of the tent ever so slightly. Her body was covered by a chest wrapping as well as a leather harness and leather shorts, not unlike what a typical Orgrimmar grunt could be seen wearing.
The sheer strength and size she possessed made the Paladin back up slowly against the back of the tent, sitting on the pile of furs. Intimidating would be putting it lightly as she slowly but surely made her way over to him so she stood standing before him, looking down at him with that same predatory grin.
"Me, Hukka. You, slave," she spoke, pointing to herself and then to him, as if to emphasize what she meant with her broken Common. His eyes moved up her body, from her thick bonecrushing thighs, to her rock-hard abs, to the twin orbs held back by that tight chestwrap. Not to mention those two arms that rivaled his own. Not only could she probably overtake him in a fight, she could probably crush his skull without even an afterthought. He was frozen in fear and... lust? Was it lust he was feeling? Excitement at the way she looked at him with those hungry eyes? He'd never heard of an Orc with a Human fetish before.
The human could only nod as "Hukka" looked over his own body with that hungry gaze. He didn't know if he'd been sold off by that male Orc from before or if she'd won him in some bet. He honestly didn't care, his eyes glued to her chest as she started unbuckling her harness slowly and letting it fall to the ground with a loud thud as the metal and leather hit the dirt beneath them. She could feel his eyes locked on her linen-wrapped chest, not a sound escaping his mouth as her large green fingers started removing the long piece of cloth. He had to admit, he had never thought female Orcs could be attractive... But this one, even with the heaps of muscle she had on her, was something else entirely. Her face wasn't entirely unattractive and in the dim light of the tent, was quite pleasant to look upon.
As more and more of that tight wrapping came undone, it seemed her chest grew ever so slightly larger. While her breasts had been a good handful before, he'd now need two hands to fully grasp one of those breasts. His reverie was interrupted as she tossed the long white ribbon onto his face, her two impressively large breasts now exposed to the air, dark green nipples hard in the cool air (though he felt himself getting warmer at the sight now presented before him!)
"Human male enjoy breast, yes?" she asked, bringing both her hands upwards to grope and fondle at her twin melons.
He nodded slowly, quite impressed at the level of Common she could speak. He should have learned Orcish, because in that moment, there was nothing he wanted more than tell her just how much he wanted to mate with her.
"Good. We Poka Poka until sun high in sky," said the Orc, licking her lips at the sight of the bulge now straining the human's breeches.
