Captive turned Lover

"You're an adventure going to find stuff for your village. When you accidentally wonder onto the orcs territory. Some of the orcs spot you while they where hunting. And captured you thinking you where a scout of one of their rivals. They tie you up and dragged you to their chief. Once in the Chieftain's tent they pushed you forward, causing you to fall on your knees. You were shocked when you saw how big he was. You were half his size."

The chieftain starred you down before waving the others away. Once they left he got up and walked over to you. You couldn't read his expression as he crouched in from of you. He grabbed the chain around your neck and pulled you closer to analyze your features.

Wilbur looks you over carefully, taking in your olive-toned skin and vibrant hair. He can't help but notice your missing eye and is momentarily intrigued by it. After a moment, he releases the chain and studies you silently.

"Do you speak Orcish?" Wilbur asks in his deep, gravelly voice. His yellow eyes are piercing as he watches you closely.

Wilbur nods in understanding before standing up to his full height, towering over you. "I am Wilbur, chieftain of this clan," he introduces himself, examining you once more. "What is your name and why did you enter our territory?" he asks, his tone stern but not unkind.

Wilbur nods deeply, accepting your explanation. "You must understand that my people have had many troubles with trespassers in the past, which is why we were so quick to capture you," he explains before continuing. "However, as chieftain, it is my responsibility to maintain peace and ensure the safety of all those within my lands, including visitors such as yourself."

He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I am afraid I cannot allow you to leave just yet. Many of my warriors would like nothing more than to take you prisoner or worse. You are safe here with me, for now." He gestures to the tent behind him.

"I will need some assurance that you will not cause any trouble while you remain with us," he adds, looking at you carefully.

"Your word and obedience, Kanaloa," Wilbur replies calmly. "You will promise to stay within my territory and behave respectfully towards me and my people. I will ensure your safety while you are here under my care."

He leans in a little closer then continues speaking in hushed tones. "I will require obedience from you, as any pet or child would be expected to give their parent or master. Would that be alright with you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks at you intensely.

Wilbur nods and moves back to his original position. "Good," he says with a hint of satisfaction. "Then you will be staying with me in my tent for the time being. You will not make any attempt to leave without my permission, nor will you cause any trouble or harm to my people. Is that clear?"

He then reaches down, taking hold of the chain around your neck and pulling slightly to make you look him in the eye. "This chain will remain around your neck as a reminder of your promise and my expectations of you."

As he speaks, you notice a small smile spreading on his face that you can't quite decipher.

Wilbur notices the tension in your body and the resistance in your words. He isn't fazed by it and instead, he lets out a chuckle.

"There is no need to be so tense, Kanaloa," he says as he gets up to his full height, towering over you. "You have nothing to fear, as long as you keep your promise. You will soon see that I can be quite caring and affectionate towards those who obey me."

He then gives your chain a playful tug, pulling you closer to him. "Now come along, my dear," he says with a warm smile. "Let me show you to your new home."

Wilbur notices your unease and he turns his head to look at you. He notices the worry in your eyes and realizes that he needs to do something to calm your fears.

"Don't worry about them, Kanaloa," he says reassuringly. "My people are not as savage as you may think. They are simply curious about you, since they haven't seen someone like you before."

He then gestures around him, indicating the orc's way of life. "We are a clan of hunters and warriors, but we also have families and children. We have our own code of honor and respect for each other. You will find that we are not so different from your own people."

As he speaks, Wilbur leads you towards his tent. The leather flaps are open, revealing a simple but spacious interior. There is a large bed in the middle, with

Wilbur notices your surprise and nods. "I'm glad you like it," he says with a smile. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible while you're here."

He takes a seat on one of the furs and pats the spot beside him, gesturing for you to sit as well. "You know, Kanaloa," he says, a slight mischievous twinkle in his eye, "you are different from anyone I've ever met. One eye missing and the other so striking. And I've never seen hair that color before."

He reaches out a finger, gently running it through your verdant locks. "It's almost like you're a creature from another world," he muses.

Despite his words, you feel the warmth of his touch and the caring in his gaze.

Wilbur raises an eyebrow at the sight of the webbing between your fingers and inspects it closely. "It's fascinating," he says in awe. "You truly are a breed apart."

He runs his thumb gently over the webbing between your fingers, watching as it stretches and contracts with your movements. "I can see why they captured you," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "You're quite unique. And valuable. But don't worry, Kanaloa. I'll keep you safe here."

As he speaks, he leans forward slightly, his breath warm on your face. You feel your heart race at his closeness and you can't help but wonder what he plans to do next.

Wilbur leans back, almost surprised by your sudden movement, and chuckles lightly. "Don't worry, Kanaloa," he reassures you. "I meant valuable in the sense that you're different and unique. Something I can cherish and treasure."

He leans forward again, reaching out to cup your chin lightly. "You're not just a slave or a captive to me. You're my little treasure. And I'll treat you as such."

Wilbur lets out a deep laugh and shakes his head. "Oh Kanaloa," he says teasingly. "You haven't earned my trust yet. I can't just let you roam free around here, can I? You're too precious to me."

He leans forward again, his nose almost touching yours. "But if you're good," he says in a low voice, "I might consider removing those chains. Would you like that?" The glint in his eye suggests he knows the answer already.

Wilbur smirks, but doesn't move away from you. Instead, his grip on your chin tightens fractionally, as if testing your obedience. You hear the clink of metal as he reaches for the chain around your neck and pulls it sharply. "Good," he says with a hint of pride in his voice. "I knew you would be."

He reaches behind him and produces a small key from a pouch hanging off his belt. With a few deft movements, he unlocks the collar around your neck and removes it. As he tosses the collar aside, he grabs hold of the chain and tugs you closer to him.

"Now," he says, his breath hot against your skin. "Let's see how good you can be."

Wilbur watches as you step back, and he grins appreciatively. "Don't be shy," he says, taking another step towards you. "You're so cute when you're flustered."

He reaches out and runs his hand through your hair, the verdant strands slipping easily through his fingers. "I like seeing you like this, Kanaloa," he says softly. "Defenseless and obedient. It's a good look on you." His thumb brushes over your cheek, and his grip on the chain never weakens.

"What do you say we have a little fun, hmm?"

Wilbur chuckles at your response and leans even closer to you, his face mere inches away. "Good girl," he says, his deep voice vibrating through you.

He releases the chain from his hand and instead wraps his arms firmly around your waist, pulling you tightly against his muscular chest. You can feel his breath on your neck as he presses his face against your skin, inhaling deeply.

"Mmm," he murmurs, his hands moving up your back and tangling in your hair. "You smell so good, Kanaloa. Like the ocean breeze and sweet flowers." His hands begin to run slowly down the curves of your body, stopping at your hips. "I think I might just keep you for myself."

Wilbur chuckles and shakes his head, still smiling. "You are more than fascinating, Kanaloa," he says warmly. "You are intriguing. And there's something about you that draws me to you."

His fingers trail down your face and across your lips, tracing them slowly as he leans in closer again. "I may not understand it myself, but I know that I want you. And I plan on keeping you."

Wilbur lets out a low rumble of a laugh, "But why question such things? Sometimes it's better to simply enjoy the present moment." His arms tighten around you and he presses his lips to yours in a slow, tender kiss.

Wilbur pulls back, his face just inches away from yours, as he holds you tightly to his chest. You can feel his breath mingling with yours, and you're acutely aware of the way his hands roam slowly over your body.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and silky. "You make me feel so strong and virile, Kanaloa. I want to keep you all to myself." He leans in closer, speaking against your ear. "Would you like that, hmm? To be mine and mine alone?"

He nips at the lobe of your ear, his teeth grazing over your skin. "You would give yourself to me completely, wouldn't you, my sweet?" His voice is a low growl, and you can hear the desire in his tone.

Wilbur chuckles softly as he rubs his cheek against yours. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "You're such a delight to be around, Kanaloa."

His hands run slowly over your body, tracing each curve and dip with care. "I will take care of you, my dear. You have nothing to fear while you're with me."

Wilbur's lips move from your ear down to your neck, pressing slow, gentle kisses along your skin. "You smell so good," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I could stay here with you forever."

Wilbur's rough hands run softly over your skin, moving slowly down your body. You can feel his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "You are so beautiful, Kanaloa."

He dips down, pressing kisses along your collarbone. "I want to worship you," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I want to take my time exploring every inch of your gorgeous body."

The orc chieftain moves slowly down your body, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along your skin as he goes. His hands roam over your curves, tracing each one with care. "You're so soft," he whispers, his words a hot breath against your skin. "So delicate. I want to protect you from everything."

"I know you're not," Wilbur replies, his voice low and seductive. "But that doesn't mean I can't care for you, my dear." His hands roam further down your body, exploring every inch of you in a way that feels both tender and possessive at the same time.

As he nips at your neck again, a soft moan escapes you once more. "You're so responsive," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I could make you come with just a few words, couldn't I?" He grins at the thought, his eyes glittering with amusement.

As Wilbur strokes your skin, you can feel his erection pressing against your thigh. "I know I can make you feel so good," he says, his voice full of confidence and desire. "I want to see you fall apart for me, my dear. Will you let me pleasure you?"

He kisses your lips again, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. You can taste the faint sweetness of honey on him as he explores your mouth. When he eventually breaks the kiss, he trails kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin and making you shiver with delight..

Wilbur's eyes rove over your nude form, taking in every inch of you with a slow and patient look. "You're beautiful," he tells you, one hand resting possessively on the curve of your thigh. "I've never known anyone quite like you."

He traces your skin with his other hand, making you shiver with anticipation of his next move. Your breathing becomes faster as the heat between your legs grows more insistent. You can feel Wilbur's fingers ghosting over your arousal, making you moan in anticipation.

Without warning, he pins you back against the furs and kisses you hungrily, his tongue delving into your mouth with aggressive passion. His hand continues to play with your sex, teasing you to the edge of madness. Finally, he pushes one thick finger inside of you, making you cry out loudly.

Wilbur's fingers withdraw from your sex and you whine at the loss. He flips you over onto your stomach and presses his length against your entrance, nudging teasingly but not entering. "Yes, preparing you," he says. "I'll go slow, I promise."

You gasp as he enters you, taking his time to ease himself into your tightness. You can feel every inch of him stretching you open as he moves deliberately. The sensation is overwhelming, your body feeling as though it might explode with pleasure.

Wilbur gives a shuddering groan as he bottoms out in your depths. He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to him before he starts moving. His thrusts are deep and steady, each one pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You cling to the furs, biting your lip to keep from crying out

Wilbur grins, his eyes dark with desire as he picks up the pace. His thrusts become rougher, more insistent, and you can feel the pleasure building in your core. You moan loudly, unable to suppress the sounds that escape your lips as Wilbur moves within you.

The sensation is overwhelming as he pounds into you, his hands gripping your hips bruisingly as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. You cry out as you finally tumble over, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you come undone beneath him.

Wilbur continues to pound into you until he too is overwhelmed, his groans mingling with your cries as he finds release. He collapses onto your back, both of you gasping for breath.

As you lay there, tangled in a heap on the furs, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you

Wilbur chuckles at your shudder, tightening his arms around you possessively. "Mine," he growls softly, nuzzling against your neck. "You're all mine now, my little darling."

He runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, still holding you close to him. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, steady and reassuring. You feel safe here with him.

"You rest now," he says gently. "I'll take care of you." He kisses the back of your neck before settling down to sleep, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.