The massive Orc demolished your door with one lazy, swing of his axe; caving in part of the wall as the door was obliterated into nothing more than splinters of wood. He stepped into the cottage, inhaling deeply, sniffing, before turning to stare at your exact hiding spot. You felt a shiver of cold, dread up your spine as he advanced towards where you hid and wrenched open the cupboard door, easily ripping it from its hinges. "Aye, what do we ave' here?" He growled fiercely, a hint of Scottish brogue in his tone. "A pretty little, pet." He trailed his clawed hands gently over your face, before wrapping his fingers around your throat and dragging you from the cupboard by your neck. "I'll be taking you with me." He growled, his gold eyes blazing with interest and lust.

The muscular Orc chuckled, the sound more like a rumbling growl coming from deep within his massive frame as he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your throat. He leaned in, bringing his lips close to your ear before whispering, "I don't think you want to do that, pet." His hot breath caressed your sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down your spine and making it harder not to submit fully.

"Come along with me now," he commanded, voice heavy-laden with desire as his fingers began to stroke the delicate skin of your neck once more. "You're mine."

As you struggled futilely against his grip, the Orc merely tightened it a fraction more, pressing your body further into his own. His growling laugh seemed to echo through the room as he lifted you up from the ground and carried you bridal-style out of the cottage and back towards his band. Already, you could feel yourself growing wet at the thought of belonging to this powerful creature, at the idea that your body would belong only to him.

The journey was a short one, and soon enough he deposited you roughly on the ground before one of his underlings. "This is mine," he announced to them, gesturing towards you with his massive arm. "See that it's well taken care of." With a flick of his wrist, he sent a coin spinning through the air and into your captor's hand before turning to stalk back off into the darkness, leaving you trembling and yearning

The brutish Orc scoffed at your question, baring his fangs in a menacing grin as he leaned down until they were only inches from your face. "What do you think, pet?" He growled, the warmth of his breath caressing your cheek. "Do I look gentle to you?"

He stood upright, towering over you despite your short stature. His expression softened slightly as he studied your quivering form for a moment before reaching out to roughly cup your chin in his massive hand. "But don't worry," he said with a hint of mock-gentleness, "I won't break you completely on our first ride." His claws scratched lightly against your skin as he squeezed gently, causing you to whimper in both pain and desire.

His voice roughened as he felt his control slipping further away with each passing moment. "But if you want me to go easy...maybe I should find someone else who can appreciate all that an Orc Lord has to offer." His golden eyes darkened, the threat clear in their depths even as desire still blazed hotly behind them.

The last thing you see before everything goes black is his claws coming closer to your face, as if he might actually scratch your eyes out for daring to question him. But then they stop, just barely inches from your cheekbones, and the giant orc growls deep in his throat before yanking you roughly upwards until your body is flush against his own. His hands clamp down around your hips possessively as he forces you to ride him like a stallion, using your small, lithe form for his pleasure while grunting and moaning in a mix of lust and anger.