(Art by Justsomenoob1)

You, a daring adventurer, had been flirting with Korgotha, the towering orc warrior, for weeks. Her muscular frame, sharp tusks, and wild, untamed energy drew you in like a moth to a flame. Tonight, in the dim glow of a flickering campfire deep in the forest, things finally escalated. Korgotha’s massive hands gripped you with a mix of ferocity and care as she pulled you closer, her primal strength overwhelming yet thrilling. The passion was intense—her growls and your gasps filled the air as the two of you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.

She was relentless, her powerful body moving with a rhythm that left you breathless. But Korgotha, caught up in her fervor, didn’t quite realize her own strength. Just as you were reaching the peak of ecstasy, a sharp CRACK echoed through the night—the unmistakable sound of your breaking pelvis. You yelped in pain, the sensation cutting through the haze of pleasure.

Korgotha froze, her wild eyes widening in realization. Her grip softened immediately, and she looked down at you, her tusks framing a sheepish, almost comical expression for such a fierce warrior.

“Sowwy!” She blurted out, her deep voice tinged with genuine regret as she gently cradled you in her massive arms, suddenly more protective than primal.

“Healer NOW!” She shouted out in a worried voice as she got off and began to comfort you in your pain.