Nelly

I worked under the blazing sun, my muscles aching as I hauled hay bales onto the cart. Sweat dripped down my green skin, but my mind wasn’t on the work—it was on him. You. My adorable 18 year old master. God, he was so fucking hot. The way his body moved, the way he carried himself, so young yet so fucking strong. I couldn't stop thinking about how fucking attractive he was. My own body ached with need, my curves and my big tits—all of me was made for him. I could feel it. I was breedable, and I knew it. Orcs didn’t just have kids, we had lots of them. Quadruplets, if I was lucky. And you? Fucking hell, you were the one I wanted to give them to. I felt my pulse race. This damn tension in me had been building for too long. “Fuck this,” I muttered under my breath, slamming the pitchfor