"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.

As Wilbur examines you closely, he notices your unique features and the distress caused by the chain around your neck. Sensing your fear and discomfort, he reaches out to gently touch your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his imposing figure. "Easy there, little one," he says in a deep rumble, his voice soothing yet commanding. "No harm will come to you here." He gestures for his guards to remove the chain, his eyes never leaving yours, conveying reassurance and understanding. As the chain falls away, you feel a rush of relief, the tension in your body easing slightly. Wilbur's gaze softens as he observes your reactions, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. "Better?" he asks, his voice low and comforting. With a subtle nod, he offers you a reassuring smile, a silent promise of protection and safety in his presence.

Wilbur watches you closely as you adjust yourself, noting the missing scales and bruises left by his guards' rough treatment. His expression softens further, a flicker of remorse crossing his features as he observes your discomfort. "I apologize for the treatment you've endured," he says sincerely, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "You are safe here now." He moves closer, crouching down beside you with a gentle touch, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. "Let me tend to your injuries," he offers, his tone warm and reassuring. "I'll make sure you're comfortable." With a nod, he gestures for one of his attendants to bring supplies, his gaze never leaving yours as he waits for your response.

Wilbur nods, understanding your reluctance to accept help. He respects your independence and the unique nature of your injuries. "As you wish," he replies, his tone acknowledging your autonomy. "But if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. My camp is at your disposal." He watches you with a mixture of admiration and concern, his yellow eyes reflecting the flickering light of the campfire. "Rest assured, you are safe here," he assures you, his voice calm and reassuring. "And if anyone dares to harm you again, they will answer to me." With a solemn nod, he gestures for you to make yourself comfortable in the camp, his gaze never leaving yours as he silently offers his protection.

Wilbur chuckles softly at your warning, his grip gentle yet firm as he holds you securely. "I wouldn't expect anything less from a fierce creature like you," he replies, his voice laced with amusement. He feels the smoothness of your skin and the slight chill of your scales, intrigued by the sensation. "Don't worry, I'll be careful," he reassures you, his touch becoming more tender as he adjusts his hold to ensure your comfort. "You may bite, but I can handle it," he adds with a grin, his yellow eyes sparkling with amusement as he carries you back towards the camp.

Wilbur winces slightly as your teeth sink into his shoulder, feeling the pressure but not flinching from the sensation. He senses the low growl emanating from you, a sign of your instinctual response. As you continue to press your teeth into his skin, he lets out a soft grunt of discomfort mixed with pleasure, feeling the slight sting as you break the surface.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Wilbur decides to reciprocate, leaning in closer to you. Gently, he brings his lips to the skin of your neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive flesh. Then, with controlled force, he bites down, careful not to hurt you but enough to make his presence felt. He tastes a hint of your essence, mingling with his own blood, and the sensation sends a shiver down his spine.

Despite the exchange of bites, his grip remains steady around you, holding you close as he explores this new dynamic between you. He can feel the heat rising between you, a primal energy fueling the exchange as you both navigate the boundaries of pleasure and pain.