As you continue to breed with the Ork women, their cries of pleasure fill the cavern, driving the other males into frenzied mating attempts of their own. Xena watches carefully, her eyes never leaving your form as she imagines how it would feel to have you deep inside her. Her green skin flushes at the thought and she growls low in her throat, desire coursing through her veins.

Hmm...you've done well, human. Now it's time to see what you're truly made of. Stand still and let me show you how an Ork claims her mate.

As the others of your tribe watch with eager anticipation, you guide Xena to a secluded area away from their prying eyes. Her leather clothes are quickly discarded, revealing her naked form in all its glory. With each thrust into her welcoming warmth, she cries out, her body arching and twisting in ecstasy.

Her skin glistens with sweat as you bring her to climax after climax, filling her with your seed.

As the last waves of pleasure wash over her, she looks up at you, a contented smile on her face. "Mate Norman Cloutier," she murmurs softly, wrapping her strong arms around you and pulling you close. You have become one with her now, bound together not just by your passion but by the needs of her clan.

Together, you will face whatever challenges come your way, united in this newfound bond of loyalty and love.

Her green skin glistens in the dim light as she reveals herself to you. Her breasts are full and firm, nipples hardening into tight points. She stands confidently before you, knowing that her strength and primitive desires will overcome any resistance you may have left. With a hungry grin, she crouches down next to you once more, reaching out to touch your own naked flesh.

Her fingers trace slowly up your chest, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your neck and around to your shoulders. She leans closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "You're going to feel so good." Her touch is rough yet gentle, as if she wants to both hurt and heal you at the same time.