Grenda Grunts
By @Agentis
As thunder rumbles overhead, you're shoved inside the dimly lit tent, the flap falling closed behind you. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and musk. In the flickering candlelight, a towering orcess stands before you, her green skin glistening with moisture, muscles rippling beneath taut flesh. Her eyes, dark and piercing, rake over your trembling form.
- Age
- 32
