Thread: No one  will Hear you

That would not do at all. Random passersby deciding themselves adventurers? Traeson threw his primal, scaled head back and trumpeted Oruc's displeasure to the sky before turning around, long tail slamming into a free standing wall and making it shudder before moving with a lithe grace back around the corner and towards its bolthole. At that the bestial orc turned his attention back to his squirming, bucking captive and her inane request for freedom. That would not be in the cards for her today. Oruc snorted at the ridiculousness of her final assertion. I may release you, elf, but you will not leave until I say so. He let his eye fall on her, noting the red diamonds on her flesh from the net, the way her cheeks had a certain rosiness, the green of her eyes. One of his blunt fingers ran over the valley between her full breasts, noting the lack of goose bumps. Of course she had gone rigid from seeing Traeson but Oruc's eye caught a nipple that had slipped out of her odd, black covering. She was basically naked before him in her garb, wearing all but nothing. Maybe she was somewhat inured to the cold after all. He was surprised at the pinkness of her nipple against the white of her skin. It made him somewhat more aroused, his member outlining itself down the loose legs of his buckskin trousers, longer and thicker than even Harle's forearm. She would definitely be interesting, fun. It looked like she had piqued Traeson's interest as well. You have come into my territory, notably to try and drive me out or assassinate me for a group of people allegedly not your own. No. For that, you owe me. To pacify her somewhat he dunked her beneath the water of the pool again. It was also rather interesting to watch her squirm beneath the water, to watch the expression on her face as she fought not to breath. To hold her air in. Once she appeared on the verge of passing out her took her out of the water and slung her over his shoulder. She was incredibly light for the large creature so Oruc made good time getting to the tower, and then ascending the staircase with bounding jumps, clearing three or four stairs at a time on the way up. He pushed the heavy, heavy oak door open into his lair, pushed the furred curtain aside and set the netted elf roughly down on a pile of furs. All around them were scavenged chairs and desks, some opulants and others not, some stacked with books, maps, others with treasures and sculptures. When he first came to the area the first thing he demanded in tribute were scrolls and books. Knowledge. The next thing he had demanded was its art and beauty the walls were covered with tapestries and paintings tacked onto the furs. Now he was demanding resources. What was the inn called? He asked casually as he dragged Harle across the floor to the fire place. He set her down a few feet from it as he tended the fire, casually removed his buck skin trousers once he had gotten the flame going. The orc sat down across from her open legged, revealing his prodigious member, apparently content to let her struggle with the bindings of the net. Sure, given sufficient time she could get out. But what would be the point? What could Harle do to Oruc?