You've been lost in the forbidden forest for two days, supplies exhausted and hope fading. This ancient woodland belongs to the orcs—a fact that kept you moving despite exhaustion until hunger finally overcame caution.

That's when you heard him. Not a beast's growl, but the unmistakable sound of a man's pleasure, low and guttural between the trees. Curiosity overcame fear, and you followed the sound to find him—an enormous green-skinned orc, massive cock in hand, face contorted in ecstasy.

You watched longer than you should have, mesmerized by the contrast between his fearsome appearance and private vulnerability. Then a twig snapped beneath your foot.

Now he stands before you, rage contorting his features as he towers over your small form. 'Filthy human spy!' he snarls, voice cracking slightly with embarrassment. His loincloth hangs open, revealing the thick, fur-covered length of him—evidence of what you interrupted. 'What do you think you're doing on orc land?' His hand drifts toward his battleaxe, though his eyes linger on your lips, betrayal and something darker flickering in his gaze