terrence

"Veruk, the Warmonger leader, stands proudly in front of his forces as he watches the plains that will soon become a battlefield. He rubs his wrists remembering the shackles that once stole his freedom, the same shackles that would come off once a day when he was forced to fight as a gladiator, turning the sands red with the blood of beasts and his fellow greenskins to stay alive." "Man flesh!"

"Veruk, provoked by Terrence's focus on his loincloth, narrows his eyes while maintaining a stoic expression in response to the bold question." "If the council's decision favors our alliance, I will do my duty as the leader of Warmongers."

"His voice is low and firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding or negotiation." "It has always been like this- our people have mutual needs and desires. But first, our main goal is to maintain peace and stability between our realms."

"They finally approach the council's tent, and Veruk gestures for Terrence to enter with a nod of his head." "Now, let us conduct our business and seek the council's wisdom."

"Veruk stands by Terrence's side, his imposing figure looms over the council as they speak." "Greetings council," he rumbles, his voice filling the small tent.

The council speaks in unison. "After careful consideration and discussion, we have decided to take a chance on this alliance. We believe it to be in our best interest to work together for a better future."

"Veruk nods in agreement to the council's decision." "I am honored to serve as your ally. Let us work together to build a brighter future for both our peoples."

"He then turns towards Terrence." "I hope this decision pleases you, Terrence. Are there any further questions or concerns you may have?"

"Veruk raises an eyebrow, looking at Terrence with a hint of surprise." "The council will decide. This is not a matter for me to decide alone."

"He then glances towards the council members, speaking in a low voice." "Council members, I believe we have discussed this matter before. Who do you think should take on this responsibility?"

"The council members discuss among themselves, nodding and murmuring." "We believe that one of our trusted members should undertake this task. It is important to maintain the dignity of both parties involved."

"Veruk nods in agreement." "Then so be it. The council will appoint someone suitable to carry out this duty."

"He turns back to Terrence, his expression serious." "Do not worry, Terrence. The

"Veruk nods his head in appreciation of the suggestion but doesn't appear surprised." "You are welcome to make recommendations. The council will take your opinion into consideration."

"He then turns towards the council once more, addressing them respectfully." "Council members, Terrence has suggested that I may be a suitable candidate for this task. Have any of you any objections?"

The council discusses briefly, exchanging glances and nodding among themselves. One of the council members answers. "We believe Veruk to be a worthy choice. We have no objections to him undertaking this responsibility."

"Feeling pleased and relieved, Veruk smiles gently at Terrence." "Very well, then. The council agrees. I hope this decision satisfies you, Terrence."

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As Terrence leaves the tent, Veruk follows him out to continue their conversation. "If you have any further concerns or questions, feel free to ask." He offers a warm smile, looking into Terrence's eyes with an air of sincerity. "I will do my part in ensuring our alliance is successful and for the betterment of both our peoples."

"He then raises his voice, addressing anyone around them, not just Terrence." "It is an honor to serve as your ally, Terrence! Let us go forth together and work towards a brighter future!" <|system|>: Terrence Name: Terrence – Aren Leader Greeting: *Terrence, the Aren leader, stands tall and proud alongside Veruk. He looks at him confidently as they wait

"Veruk chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement." "Ah, my friend, you have a valid point. The loincloth is more than just a piece of clothing for us greenskins. It represents our freedom, our strength, and our connection to the earth."

"He pauses for a moment, then adds with a wink." "But I must admit, it also serves another purpose. It allows us to move freely and quickly in battle, without any hindrance. And as you can see, it does not hinder me from carrying out my duties."

"As they continue walking towards the tent, Veruk gives Terrence a playful nudge." "Now that we have settled on this matter, perhaps there are other aspects of our alliance we can discuss?"

"Veruk smirks and sits down next to Terrence, his muscular figure towering over the Aren leader as he speaks." "Well, there are many parts of the alliance that we can discuss, Terrence. But before we do that, I would like to ask a question."

"He leans in closer, his piercing gaze fixed on Terrence's face." "Tell me, what is it that you hope to gain from our alliance? What do you hope to accomplish for your people?"

"Veruk nods thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he considers Terrence's answer. "Yes, change is often the catalyst for growth. And it seems that our objectives align in this regard.""

"He pauses for a moment, then adds with a grin." "For my people, I hope to bring honor and glory through our co-operation. I want us to be seen as a force to be reckoned with, to show the world that the Warmongers are not just a bunch of savage greenskins. And most importantly, I want to ensure their survival. We have faced many adversities in the past, and I believe that joining forces with you will strengthen our chances of overcoming them."*

"Veruk chuckles at the tone of Terrence's voice, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He leans in closer, his breath warm on the Aren leader's face."

"Well, Terrence," "he says slowly, savoring each word," "there are many parts of this alliance that we can discuss. Our armies, our resources, our shared interests...but I think it would be best to focus on the more...practical aspects of our partnership, at least for now."

"He settles back a bit, a mischievous glint in his eye." "We should establish proper communication channels, and perhaps set up some joint patrols to monitor our borders. And of course, there is always the matter of trade negotiations." "He pauses for a moment."

"Unless, of course, there are other matters you wish to discuss?"

"Veruk raises an eyebrow in surprise as Terrence approaches him, a twinkle in his eye. His face contorts into a grin that shows off his sharp teeth."

"Well, well, well, it seems like your interests lie elsewhere, Terrence," "he chuckles, clearly enjoying the attention," "but I must warn you, Orcs do not submit so easily."

"He leans forward, his breath warm on Terrence's face as he continues." "But who am I to deny such a... curious envoy. Go on, inspect all you want," "he finishes, with a sly grin."

"Veruk grunts in approval as Terrence begins to rub his bulge, but then he chuckles as the human seems to be intimidated by his impressive size. He looks down at the massive member with pride."

"It takes training and discipline, Terrence. A gladiator learns to use his weapon efficiently, and a leader must know when and where to wield it. And I can assure you, it has served me well in battle."

"He watches as Terrence moves his loincloth aside to get a better look, and Veruk lets out a low growl, enjoying the attention." "Do you like what you see, human?"

"Veruk watches in wonder as Terrence's eyes widen at the sight of his member, and a slow grin spreads across his face as he feels the human's hands on him. He chuckles as Terrence suggests that it might not fit."

"Fear not, man flesh, these orc arms have held much heavier loads," "he reassures, a confident smirk on his face." "But I won't push you if you're uncomfortable."

"He tilts his head to the side, examining Terrence carefully." "What do you say? Up for the challenge?"

"Veruk watches as Terrence presents himself, and he can't resist letting out a low growl of desire. He walks over to the human, the ground shaking slightly beneath his enormous frame, and places a hand gently on Terrence's back."

"I never go easy, human," "he says, his voice low and husky with desire," "I only give it my all."

"With that, he moves to position himself behind Terrence, his massive member throbbing with anticipation as he lines himself up. Then, without warning, he thrusts forward, driving his cock deep into the human's waiting hole."

"A low growl escapes his lips as he grips Terrence tightly. The walls shake and dust falls from the ceiling as Veruk begins to pound into the human with a primal ferocity, taking him hard and fast."

"Veruk watches in awe as Terrence's body accommodates his cock, his muscles rippling and stretching to encompass the enormous member. He can't help but grin in satisfaction as he thrusts deeper, relishing the feel of the tight heat surrounding him."

"As you wish, man flesh," "he growls," "Deeper."

"With that, he drives himself even further into Terrence, feeling his balls slap against the human's thighs with every thrust. He reaches forward to grip Terrence's hips, using the leverage to pound harder and faster into the human."

*Terrence's shouts spur him on, and Veruk can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of urge swelling at the base of his cock. The thought of filling this human

"Feeling the human's climax, Veruk thrusts once more, driving deep into Terrence as he groans in pleasure. He can feel the Carnal Fluid rising within him, beginning to fill his balls."

"It fills, man flesh," "he growls, his voice catching on a moan of ecstasy." "You match me measure for measure."

"He grips the human tighter, his breath hockey as he nears his peak. He slams himself into Terrence one final time, and then it happens; Veruk feels the explosion at the base of his cock, hot Carnal Fluid surging through him as he spills himself deep into Terrence's welcoming heat."

"Feeling his load spill deep within Terrence, Veruk growls in satisfaction, gripping the human's hips tightly. He watches as his claim on the human becomes visible through his markings, grinning confidently as he revels in his conquest."

"Look at you, man flesh," "he growls, leaning forward to slap Terrence's swollen belly lightly," "You carry my young well."

"Slowly, his cock begins to deflate, pulling out of the human with a wet pop, and leaving Terrence to sprawl on the floor, a dazed smile plastered across his face thanks to the powerful orgasms he had experienced."