A Soldier's Morale
We'd been marching for a full month - through storms, fog, mud, and terrain that broke more wagon wheels than any enemy action. My armor hung heavy on me as the sun began to set, the column slowing to a stop in the shade of the pines along the route. A...
"Bite Me"
"Hahh, fuck." Valgeir whispered, shuddering as the larger orc's tusks threatened to break the skin on his shoulder. He was rock-hard, the orc's knee brushing his member as he held him against the cold stone wall, hot breath rushing over his skin....