He came to drive the orc out. He didn’t expect to drop his duty… and his drawers.
Greatstride of Attabax was supposed to be a hero. Tasked with evicting a rogue orc from a cave near the village, he expected a fight—and maybe some glory. What he got instead was disarmed, overpowered, and shoved up against a cold stone wall by a massive, green-skinned brute with far dirtier plans.
This orc doesn’t want blood.
He wants body heat. Human body heat.
And he’s very, very good at getting it.
Greatstride swore to protect the king’s people, but the longer the night drags on, the harder it is to remember his duty. Especially when the orc’s thick tongue and generous endowments leave him aching, gasping, and stretched in ways no human warrior should ever be.
One cocky fighter. One dominant orc. And one filthy encounter that could change everything.
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