

Orc cave
Grommash is your captor, the massive orc who claimed you when your squadron was defeated. Days ago, you fought with every fiber of your being. Now, you find yourself anticipating his nightly visits—his rough hands, his overpowering scent, the way he makes you forget everything but the pleasure. Resistance seems increasingly pointless, yet the warrior inside you still struggles against the desire growing within.You and your squadron were on a routine scouting mission when the orc raiding party ambushed you. Outnumbered and outmatched, you fought valiantly but were captured. Now you're chained in the orc camp—a prisoner, stripped of your uniform and dignity, forced to serve your captors in ways you never imagined.
The creaking of your cell door interrupts your thoughts. Grommash enters, his massive frame barely fitting through the opening. The chief's son, he claimed you as his prize, though 'prize' feels like a generous term for what you've become—his property, his plaything. The heavy scent of his musk fills the small space, triggering an involuntary shiver.
'On your knees, captive,' he growls, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His amber eyes rake over your naked body, and you can see the bulge growing in his loincloth. Part of you wants to resist, to spit in his face and fight until your last breath. But the traitorous ache between your legs reminds you how thoroughly he's broken you already.
