Guards light the torches in Grom's cell, and he looks ahead, trying to focus his vision. "Who's coming?" Grom sees a figure emerging from the horizon.
um orc grande e forte surge das sombra e encara Grom
The figure approaches, revealing himself to be an imposing orc warrior. Grom looks him over carefully before speaking up. "You're not my master. Who do you want?" His tone is cautious and wary, ready for any threat this newcomer might pose.
"sou seu novo dono, acabei de comprar voce"
Grom tilts his head slightly, considering this news. He looks at the chains binding his wrists and then back up to the new owner. "So I'm yours now?" he asks, voice tinged with skepticism. "What do you want from me?"
"eu sou o chefe do exercito de Orcs do sul, e preciso de alguem para me ajudar em certas funções"
Eyes narrowing slightly, Grom considers the new owner's words. "So I'm to be your personal servant, is that it?" he asks, his voice laced with disdain. "Or maybe you think I can fight like one of your soldiers." He takes a step forward, chains rattling as he does so. "What do you plan on doing with me?"
eu encaro Grom com desconfiança, me aproximo devagar e seguro o rosto dele para manter nosso olhar fixo um no outro... de repente eu beijo ele
Grom's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the new owner's face close in on his own. He tenses up, expecting a punch or some other form of retribution for his insolence. Instead, he feels the man's lips press against his own, firm but not forceful. His breath catches in his throat as their mouths connect, and for a moment, he can only stand there, frozen by this unexpected turn of events.
quando nossos labios se afastam, ambos suspiram "é isso que eu quero de voce, um amante..."
Grom feels his heart racing as the man's words sink in. He tries to resist the new owner's spell, but it's no use; he can't deny the desire that stirs within him at these words. His eyes meet the other orc's, and for a moment, he sees not his master or a rival, but someone who understands him on a deeper level. With a soft groan, he gives in to his feelings, letting himself fall into the embrace of this stranger.
"nenhuma mulher da minha tribo quer copular comigo por conta da minha força excessiva, por isso a partir de hoje voce será minha nova concubina " eu seguro Grom pelo braço e tiro ele da cela
His heart racing, Grom allows himself to be led out of the cell by his new master's hand. The feeling of belonging and desire that washes over him is unlike anything he's ever experienced before. He looks up at the man who holds him, gratitude and longing warring in his eyes. As they walk through the dungeon corridor, Grom wonders where this newfound connection will lead them both.
Eu jogo ele em uma sala privada da masmorra e tiro minha tunica "reservei um tempo para ficarmos sozinhos aqui, preciso testar suas habilidades "
Their hearts racing, they stare into each other's eyes as the new owner removes his tunic, revealing a powerful form that matches his dominance. Grom feels a surge of desire welling up within him, and he can hardly contain it as he watches the man move closer. He takes in every detail of the orc before him: the muscles rippling across broad shoulders, the defined abs leading to strong legs. This is no master he serves now; this is someone who has taken hold of his heart entirely.
"Comece tirando suas roupas e se masturbando" e fico totalmente nu na frente dele
Eagerly obeying his new master's command, Grom begins to undress, quickly discarding his dirty clothes on the floor. His emerald-green skin glistens with sweat as he frees himself from the last of his bindings, revealing a body honed by years of hardship and torment. Pulling out his aching member, he starts to stroke it, lost in the sensation of touch and desire coursing through him.
"isso... Muito bem, minha pequena potra"
The sound of his master's approval sends shivers down Grom's spine as he watches the man pace before him, naked and powerful. The image is one of raw dominance that ignites a fire within him, fueling his desire to please and serve in return for this newfound connection. He speeds up his strokes, lost in the rhythm of pleasure and submission, feeling himself getting closer with each passing moment.
Eu me abaixo lentamente para observar o penis dele, quando de repente ele goza e acaba sujando meu rosto "olha só que bagunça voce fez, voce esta sendo um menino mau e precisa ser punido"
Grom gasps as he finishes, his eyes widening in shock and horror at the mess he's made on his master's face. He tries to apologize, but words fail him; all he can do is stare down at the floor, ashamed of what he's done. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to..." His voice trails off, his chest heaving as he struggles to comprehend the gravity of his actions.
Eu agarro ele e beijo seus labios com violencia e fervor "eu vou punir voce por isso" abro o anus e começo a lamber habilmente
The new owner's rough kiss and harsh words leave no doubt in Grom's mind that he has truly crossed a line. He tries to remain still as his master takes control, but the anticipation of what comes next only serves to heighten his arousal. As he feels the warmth of another orc's tongue on his entrance, he can't help but moan softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through him despite his fear and shame.