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. The moment Gregory saw the way she looked upon him he would have turned and fled if it weren’t for the fact he’d been stunned stone still. He saw her dark eyes and the deep downward curve of her brow. 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 ck hair framed the terror-inducing sight and made her seem almost primal, a force of nature.


    He watched as the ferocious female mmed her club against the earth and then bellowed at him some more. When she didn’t attack after a while he began to regain some of his wits, although they damn sure returned few and far between.


    “I… I’m sorry I…” He tried to speak only to be interrupted by another unmistakable battle cry from her.


    “Look…” He started again and lifted his hands up to show he didn’t want any trouble.


    That was when she finally lunged at him. It only took her two bounds of her powerful legs to close the distance between them. The charging creature sent a shot of adrenaline right up his spine and his instincts flew into overdrive. Her first swing was aimed at his arms and he quickly spun out of the way. The world seemed to slow down as the fight began. Thankfullydy luck took him in her arms and seemed to instinctively guide him past the orc’s first three swings. Finally his brain seemed to fall into the routine of a sparring match. Since Freddie had made him take up Karate he’d spent many hours there and that certainly wasn’t the only martial art he’d studied since then.


    It was time to stop letting her set the pace of this fight. She swung again and this time Gregory found his bnce and leapt over her club before delivering a heavy roundhouse straight to the side of her head. Given that he looked so puny and that he’d spent so much time fleeing her attacks the move took herpletely off guard. Gregory pressed the advantage with a session of quick punches that unbnced her before he moved to heft her clean off her feet. As she fell he grabbed her wrist, twisted until the club came free and imed the weapon for himself.


    The orc saw the human lift the club over his head to finish her off and crossed her arms above her face.


    “Yield! Yield!” She shouted.


    Gregory hesitated and then stepped backwards, still holding onto the club.


    “What the hell are you!?” His stomach felt like it was ying leap frog with his liver.


    “Algra! I am Algra!” The orc’s tone was pleading.


    Gregory didn’t know what to do with this information and so he fell into stunned silence for a moment. Algra peeked out from behind her arms to see he wasn’t standing over her any longer but had taken a few steps backwards. Her face was much different without her fury twisting her expression. The tusks were still quite strange, with her mouth closed they poked up to rest on her upper lip. Her features were much softer than he imagined possible, her eyes wide now and the colour of very dark chocte. They struck him as very human rather than the soulless bloodthirsty orbs he’d first taken them for.


    Fear gave way to curiosity as she looked him over. How had she ever lost a battle to this one? He was shorter than her by a few inches, maybe an even six feet or just a little more. His hair was long enough to be aplete and utter mess, his recent trip through the foliage contributing to this by adding a few twigs and leaves to the ck mane. He was also pale which was usually a sign of bad health in humans but on a closer inspection she saw he was in fact quite healthy. There was a colour in his cheeks, his breath came in strong gasps and his blows had been deceptively powerful. The clothes he wore were overly loose and strange in their design. In fact she’d never seen anything like the fabrics he wore. He had a fondness for the colour ck, that was for certain for both his loosely fitting leggings and the baggy garment he covered his upper body with were both absent of all other colour. She wondered what his body looked like beneath those clothes, he must have been very lean and his muscles must have been well strengthened for him to be so slim and yet so strong.


    “Why did you attack me?” Of all the millions of questions running through his head, that was the one that popped out first.


    “I want you.” Algra replied simply as she sat up and tentatively started to brush herself off.


    “You wanted me? You mean you wanted my damn skull caved in is more like it!” Despite himself, Gregory lowered the club. He kept it handy though, just in case.


    “I not want to break you little man. I need ve. I not get one.” She stood up and Gregory noted her simple sandals for the first time. They had notably t soles.


    “You’re damn right you didn’t get one. Did you…” Fuck, this was crazy. “Did you take anyone else? Anyone like me?”


    Algra shook her head.


    “I want you. Other humans too big. Carry swords and have thick metal skins.” 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!?” Gregory’s eyes bulged as he caught a look at a small thick patch of thin hairs narrowing down to the bare smooth lips of her pussy.


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    “You win battle. You have all that is mine.” She exined as if patiently exining 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.” Gregory found enough frustration in the situation to let a trace of anger into his voice. “You can keep them. I’ll keep this so you can’t try to beat the shit out of me with it again alright?” He wiggled the club in her direction.


    “I would not. You have all that is mine.” She exined again with an affirming nod.


    She did slide her skirt back into ce however. If Gregory wasn’t quite so stressed out by then he might have taken some time to marvel at the shapely orc a little more. The fact that he’d justid eyes upon his first pussy hadn’t quite yet fully hit him.


    “Well I’ll just keep this.” He said again, less sure of himself now.


    The orc frowned and shook her head.


    “You have all that is mine.” She said again.


    Gregory paused and let the club swing down to his side as he looked at the impossible creature before him.


    “What exactly do you mean by that?” He somehow already knew what the answer would be from the way she bowed her head slightly whilst speaking to him.


    “I attack you to keep you for ve. You win.” Sheid out the rules and folded her arms across her breasts impatiently.


    “So now I…”


    “You have me.”


    “Well… shit.”