...art playing the part.
The Orc bowed his head. Even in a submissive stance, he seemed powerful. "I am Turrek Tornflesh," he said. His head lifted slightly and his gaze met hers before he added "your humble apprentice."
Valitha held her gaze firmly but felt as if she would melt under his hot gaze. She kept her countenance in check but her body reacted and she could feel moisture between her legs. She had to watch this apprentice. Letting her lusts get the best of her could be dangerous and she had spent far too much time and effort proving her worth to not only the Blood Elves, but to the Orcs and the rest of the Horde that this "pretty little Elf" could be just as powerful and deadly (if not more) than any of the Horde's mighty warriors.
She bade him to rise and they retreated back to her private chambers. The room was spacious and out of the way to the rest of Brill. It would serve their purposes. Turrek could not help but steal glances at Valitha. He normally thought the Blood Elves weak and scrawny compared to the stronger, larger Orcs. This Blood Elf was strong despite her size. Her skin reminded him of the golden sands of Durotar and as smooth and soft as the most prized si...