Leaning back against the edge of the tub, the orc faced the picturesque view of the creek and the forest, turning his back to the cabin and, most importantly, to the dish with the blood sausage on the cabin’s steps.
This was my chance.
I slipped out of the tree quietly. Mother used to chastise me for tree climbing when I was little, but the skill had saved my life more than once in the Wetlands now.
As stealthily as I could, I sneaked behind the orc toward the pot of deliciousness sitting on the steps of the cabin.
Grabbing the whole pot would’ve been faster, but I’d need both my hands to carry it, which would impede my running. It also looked quite heavy.
Carefully lifting the lid instead, I nearly passed out from the mouth-watering aroma coming from the warm links of the thick, juicy sausage. Anticipation surged through me, making me feel lightheaded. I grabbed as many as I could carry, even stuffing one piece into my mouth.
The sound of someone clearing their throat behind me made me freeze in horror.
Oh, no!
My heart leaped with alarm before crashing down into the pit of my empty stomach in despair. Gripped by dread, I slowly turned around.
The wet and very naked orc stood behind me with his hands on his hips.
Holy Queen of Gods, he was massive! Even his neck was as thick as a tree stump. His muscled thighs could probablysupport this entire cabin with me in it, and his huge fists could likely smash in a boar’s head if he ever forgot his mace.
He towered over me, dwarfing me. The lower part of his wooly chest was at my eye level, but for some incomprehensible reason, my gaze drifted lower, down the hair trail between his well-defined abdominal muscles and to the dark-green curls at his crotch.
Unsurprisingly, his cock was also huge. A beautiful sapphire ring circled his girth at the base, making my mouth drop open in shock. I’d never seen or heard of men wearing something like that. Apparently, the orc liked to bejewel not just his ears but also this body part for some reason.
Almost as thick as my forearm, his cock hung between his thighs, nearly reaching his knees. Thankfully, it remained flaccid. Clearly, the sight of me didn’t ignite any carnal desires in him.
And how could it? After weeks of surviving in the Wetlands, I looked like an unkempt, wretched creature, wearing a torn, dirty bear hide tied around me with an equally dirty rope. And now, I was caught stealing the sausage that the orc had worked hard to make.
The evidence of my crime was apparent with the thick piece of sausage sticking out from my mouth and two long pieces clasped in each hand.
“These are mine,” the orc boomed.
The power of his deep voice at its full volume was intensely intimidating, making my knees tremble in fear.
He held out his hand.
“Give it back,” he ordered in the tone of voice one would use to command a dog. “Now.”
His dark, bushy eyebrows shifted into a frown, and I knew I had no choice but to give up my loot if I wished to live another minute.
Slowly, so as not to provoke him into an attack, I put the sausage from my right hand onto his palm. It pained me to unclench my fingers from around it, but he’d definitely hurt me more if I disobeyed.
“That one too.” He tipped his chin at the piece clutched in my left hand.
I had to relinquish that piece, too, with my empty stomach weeping in grief.
“And this one,” he insisted relentlessly, stretching his hand to the piece I held in my mouth.
But my teeth had already pierced the sausage casing. The delicious juices had already coated my tongue. I couldn’t give it up now. Even death by his massive fist didn’t seem so terrible anymore if I got at least a bite to eat in exchange.
He gripped the end of the sausage that was sticking out of my mouth.
“Leave it,” he said firmly, in the same dog-training voice.
Lowering my head, I glared at him from under my brow and…growled. It was exactly the feral animal growl that a wild, unkempt creature like I’d become would make.
“Leave it, I said,” he repeated, the warning thickening in his voice.
