The line my men were holding on column one was breaking fast, and the line on column four had already been overrun. ‘What happened?’ I mouthed, unable to give voice to it. It was like watching a tidal wave of black water crest over the ridgeline and flow into the valley. My head smacked against the edge of the shield, and I barely stopped myself from toppling before the relentless momentum that carried us backward. He complied, holding me aloft with two hands sinking their grip into the fat of my ass, his chin grazing my anus as he burrowed his muzzle deeper. The orcs we surrounded surged once more, charging over mountains of their own dead into the chaos of reforming regiments, fighting with a savagery too great to contend with. “You used to be such a domineering man,” I growled, pushing my heel harder, “you used to just take me whether I wanted it or not; you didn’t ask.”
“Leveria,” Father gasped, “stop!”
“Stop?” I laughed cruelly, “Stop?
