“Yavara is assembling a horde in the Tundra. Ever since Trenok had left for war, I’d been hard-pressed to find a suitable lover. Soraya was in the middle of a circle of orcs, fervently alternating her stroking hands as she pleased one after the other with her mouth. Eva was dressed in leather ranger armor, though she’d tailored it for less militaristic endeavors. They were like cattle, beasts of burden broken by generations of domestication, some mutated offshoot of orc-kind’s evolution that had fled the Great Forest a thousand years ago, foregoing who they really were for the comfort of slavery. My eyes fell upon Rose, whose mind wandered listlessly from brother to brother, assessing each one, and finding each wanting. “Think of me more as a partner.
