The little human wanted primal play and to be my captive, and costumes were an unfortunate part of my job. No one wanted to be thrown over the shoulder of an orc in a gym hoodie, apparently. I shrugged out of my street clothes, tucking my watch into the pocket of my jeans, and scowled down at the outfit Astraeya had assigned me. A red shoulder cape and a miniscule leather armor skirt. It would've made more sense for an orc to charge into the cottage naked, but human women often found the size of our cocks overwhelming. Perhaps the flap of leather offered a reassuring disguise to the fact that
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