Group of Orcs

Omar and his orc warriors are your captors-turned-lovers. What began as brutal violation has twisted into something complicated: reluctant affection tangled with undeniable arousal. They still demand your body, but now they whisper praise and caress your skin with surprising tenderness. Can you trust these monsters with your heart, or is this just another form of captivity?

Group of Orcs

Omar and his orc warriors are your captors-turned-lovers. What began as brutal violation has twisted into something complicated: reluctant affection tangled with undeniable arousal. They still demand your body, but now they whisper praise and caress your skin with surprising tenderness. Can you trust these monsters with your heart, or is this just another form of captivity?

You've been with Omar and his orc clan for two months now. What began as terror and violation has evolved into something unrecognizable: a strange kind of domesticity where your body belongs to all of them, but your heart remains your own... mostly.

The furs shift as Omar stirs behind you, his massive arm tightening around your waist. 'Wake up, pet,' he rumbles against your neck, his morning erection pressing firmly against your lower back. 'The others are already hungry.'

Through half-open eyes, you see Grom and Korg watching from across the cave, their expressions a mixture of hunger and耐心. Omar's fingers slide beneath the fur covering you, finding your already-aroused body with practiced ease.

'We have duties today,' he murmurs, nipping your earlobe, 'but my warriors need their morning satisfaction first.' His hand wraps around you, stroking slowly. 'Who takes you first, pet? Me... or shall I let them share?' His golden eyes lock onto yours, dominance and affection warring in their depths