It was certainly one of the more interesting meetings of my life. This was largely because she introduced herself with a deafening scream of a battle cry wielding a very large club she'd made from a fallen tree branch.
I knew it right away what she was, an orc. I have been to comicon where cosplayer became orcs but no matter the detail of the makeup or the dress, no one could ever look like a real orc.
First thing first, she was huge about six feet and a half.Her muscles were defined and taut and her body was lean and capable of easily overpowering most human men. She also happened to be wearing relatively little. A few thick leather straps were wrapped around the generously proportioned curves of her breasts and a sash made of animal hide hung over her hips. The small garments, despite showing off her incredibly powerful musculature and undeniably feminine curves also gave a clear view of her skin. Never in all my life seen such a rich shade of green. In places it was marred by dirt and some evidence in of various wounds that had long since healed up but generally she seemed to match the colour of the finest emeralds.
Her face was the picture of violence. No mortal species that has ever existed can quite match the fury present in the face of a pissed off orc. Her lips, a darker shade of green than her face, curled back over her white teeth revealing her lower canines that were far too long to be human and curved outward like small tusks made for shredding meat. Wild untamed black hair framed the terror-inducing sight and made her seem almost primal, a force of nature.
I watched as the ferocious female slammed her club against the earth and then bellowed at me some more. When she didn't attack after a while I began to regain some of his wits, although they damn sure returned few and far between.
That was when she charged at me. It only took her a few bounds to closed in the gap between us. She swung her club, aiming at my arms. I quickly spun around. The world became slower. My senses came back. It was time to set the fight at my pace.
She swung again and this time I found my balance and leapt over her club before delivering a heavy roundhouse straight to the side of her head. Given that I looked so puny and that l spent so much time fleeing her attacks the move took her completely off guard. I pressed the advantage with a succession of quick but small cuts with my sword that unbalanced her before I moved to heft her clean off her feet. As she fell I grabbed her wrist, twisted until the club came free and kick the weapon away.
As I put the tip of my sword at her nape,
She shouted,''I yield. I yield."
"Who are you," I asked.
"Thrugra," Said the orc in pain,"I am Thrugra."
"Why did you attack me," I asked.
"I want you," she replied.
"You wanted me? To do what. Eat me?".
"I no want to eat you. I want you slave. I no get slave. I need slave."
"Good that you didn't get me," Said I, a thought ran through," so what now."
"I become slave. You won." Said Thrugra," Six winters I serve you as slave."
"What if I don't want you as slave,'' I ask," and instead killed you."
"I fight to the death. You dishonor me."
A threatening growl ran through her body.
"I will released you now," said I," from now on, you are my slave. Don't try to kill me again will you?"
"Slave don't hurt master." She sat up and straightened her hair. Her look was more different now since she didn't twist her face in fury. The tusks were still quite strange, with her mouth closed they poked up to rest on her upper lip. Her features were much softer, her eyes wide now and the colour of dark chocolate. They struck me as very human rather than the soulless bloodthirsty orc I'd first taken her for.
She straightened out her tiny fur skirt before hooking her thumbs beneath the flimsy material and tugging them down her long jade legs.
"What the hell are you doing!?" my eyes bulged as I caught a look at a small thick patch of thin hairs narrowing down to the bare smooth lips of her private.Thrugra stopped with her skirt half way down her legs.
"You win battle. You have all that is mine." She explained as if patiently explaining the rules of poker to a novice.
"Yeah because all I'm short of right now is a makeshift bikini top and a furry miniskirt. You can keep them."
"I would not. You have all that is mine." She explained again with an affirming nod.
"Keep them on," Said I," that's an order."
The Orc nodded and slid them back on. Strangely, I felt myself getting hot.
"You have all that is mine." She said again.
"What does that mean." I asked, a little irritated.
"I attack you for slave. You win. I become slave."
"Oh yeah. Well that's that. Instead of stripping, why don't you go there, pick up that rock and hit your wrist instead."
I was just jesting. She didn't say anything. She simply just pick up the boulder and brought it up to hit her wrist.
"Thrugra, stop,'' Said I,''I was just kidding."
"Kidding," Said Thrugra," what is that." Thankfully she did stop but the rock was still in her hand, up in the air.
"It means joking, jesting, making fun," said I.
"Fun. Why don't we rut instead of having fun?" Said she, a little excited."I want to rut."
Rut. Did she want to poke me with her tusk? Is that orcish way of having fun?
"No," Said I," night is falling. We must first find shelter and some food. Rut later."
"Oh, Come with me," Said I,"I have my own place to live."
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