The ground is no longer the familiar earthy kind.It's black, but the texture is carpet-like—thick yet mushy—while the air is crisp enough to choke me.
They set me down on my feet, and I wobble a little.I'm no longer in the civilized part of the universe.
Barren land stretches before me until my eyes can't see any further.There are a few round structures made of straw scattered here and there, but not another soul in sight—human or orc.It's so damn cold I'm going to freeze into a popsicle.There's no snow or wind.It's just the air itself.
"This is Kraukug," Marquis says, a hint of pride in his voice.
And I'm sure it's lovely, but...I turn around and immediately sprint away.I have no idea where I'm going, yet again.
I wish I had paid more attention to the route they'd taken, but I was fighting for my life.I'll figure it out.I just need to get away from them.
I don't get anywhere significant.It's Tristian who grabs me around the waist, just a breath away from falling off a cliff that appeared out of nowhere.Everything is out to kill me.
"Put me down, you big green imbecile, and take me back home immediately."
But then fire springs from my butt cheeks.Tristian laid his massive palm on my backside and smacked me.My outrage is incandescent.I'm going to kill him first.
Marquis laughs in the background as I grab a chunk of Tristian's hair and pull so hard that, had he been human, he'd have had a bald spot right there.He doesn't even flinch.
He carries me into a much bigger circular structure.The inside is furnished with wooden ensembles—sparse, practical, and very clearly a male abode.
A table with four chairs.The kitchen has shelves instead of cupboards.I can't see the bedrooms; they are further inside the house.
Not relenting for a second, I renew my fight to be set free.I can't be here.They're going to breed me until I'm brimming with their seed.No.
But a deeper visceral sensation rushes through me at my impending fate.Despite the bitter cold and having lost the coat during my last attempt to flee, a flood of heat fills my veins.My nipples throb inside my bra.Dear god.What is wrong with me?
Tristian sets me on my feet just as a dark cloud leaves only a sliver of moonlight behind.Is this their midnight approaching?
No.No.No.No.
I don't need to speculate any longer.My hand flies to my breast.Did the hand move?Is that what I felt?
Frantic, I strip off my top until my breasts hang free.There it is.The hand moved.Two, maybe three breaths away from midnight.
Am I going to die, for real?I look up in terror and instead find the gazes of three orcs burning into my flesh as if they were touching me.
Their eyes glide over my naked breasts.My nipples grow harder.I hear their growls at the same moment they charge toward me.
I'm helpless against them, and the thought leaks fresh wetness into my panties.
Before my next breath, I'm divested of the rest of my clothes—boots and all—while hungry mouths fight for a taste of my nipples.
