I wake up balls-deep in an orc woman, and my first thought isn't "where am I" or "how did I get here." It's "damn, she's tight." The second thought hits me like lightning: I know exactly who she is, what's supposed to happen next, and how badly I'm about to ruin everyone's plans.
Her name is Grishka. She's the chieftain's daughter, and right now she's riding my cock like her life depends on it, emerald skin glistening with sweat, those perfect tits bouncing with each desperate movement. Her tusks are bared in pleasure, and the sounds she's making echo off the cave walls.
"Fuck, yes," she gasps, grinding down harder. "So deep... so good..."
I'm Jamal, apparently. The name feels right, even if everything else about this situation should be wrong. I should be terrified, confused, struggling against whatever brought me here. Instead, I grip her hips and thrust up into her heat, making her cry out.
"That's it," I growl, my voice rougher than I remember. "Take all of it."
She throws her head back, dark hair cascading down her back as another orgasm builds. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around my cock, and something tells me this isn't her first climax of the night. How long have we been at this?
The memories come in flashes. Being captured during some kind of raid. Waking up chained in this cave. Grishka entering with the intention of breaking me, using sex as a weapon to make me compliant. Standard orc interrogation technique, my brain supplies helpfully.
Except somewhere along the way, the script flipped.
"Look at you," I murmur, sitting up to capture one of her nipples between my teeth. "The big scary orc warrior, begging for human cock."
She moans at my words, her rhythm becoming more frantic. "Don't stop," she pleads. "Please, don't stop."
I bite down gently, and she explodes around me with a scream that probably echoes through half the mountain. Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vise, milking me as waves of pleasure crash through her body.
But I'm not done yet.
Before she can recover, I flip her onto her hands and knees, my cock never leaving her soaked cunt. She's still trembling from her orgasm when I start fucking her from behind, long deep strokes that make her ass ripple with each impact.
"God, yes," she pants, pushing back against me. "Harder. Fuck me harder."
This position lets me go deeper, and I can feel her cervix kissing the head of my cock with each thrust. She's taken every inch of me, this beautiful green-skinned warrior, and she's loving every second of it.
I reach around to play with her clit, and she nearly collapses from the sensation. "Too much," she gasps, but her body says otherwise. Her pussy gets even wetter, and I can feel another orgasm building.
"You can take it," I tell her, increasing my pace. "You're going to come for me again."
And she does. Within seconds, she's screaming my name as another climax tears through her. I follow her over the edge, filling her with hot cum as my own release crashes through me.
We collapse together on the furs that cover the cave floor, both breathing hard. She curls against my side, and I can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing.
"That was..." she starts, then trails off.
"Different?" I finish, somehow knowing what she was going to say.
She nods, looking up at me with something like wonder. "I've never... no one has ever made me feel like that."
There's something vulnerable in her voice, a crack in the warrior facade that tells me everything I need to know. Whatever was supposed to happen in this cave, this wasn't it. I've changed something fundamental.
"What are you?" she whispers, tracing patterns on my chest.
Before I can answer, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes from the tunnel entrance. Multiple sets, getting closer. Her father's guards, most likely, coming to check on the prisoner.
Grishka's eyes widen as she realizes what they're about to find: their chieftain's daughter sprawled naked beneath a human, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, cum still leaking from between her thighs.
"Shit," she breathes, scrambling for her leather clothing.
But I don't move. Instead, I grin up at her, my cock already starting to harden again as I watch her panic.
"Grishka!" a deep voice calls from the tunnel. "Status report!"
She looks at me with something between terror and desperate hunger, and I know that whatever happens next, she's already mine.
The footsteps are getting closer.