...at was, appeared to be very little. She had caught snippets of conversation between some officers about searching for the Elven settlement in the area, but all that had resulted in was several dead recruits as the Orcs stumbled over the many deathtraps the Elves had arranged.
As the week wore on, she had spent her time remaining very still and quiet, hidden under some brush with a good matting of bark and moss to render her invisible, stuck to her with tree sap. That sap had made everything stick to her. And it stuck everywhere. In her hair, on her face, all over her naked body.
Then, on the sixth day, something unforeseen happened.
In the early afternoon, on a hot summer day, an orc walked very near the bush she had been concealed in and began to urinate.
She had heard tales of the mythical size of Orcish manhood. They turned out to be true. As she gawked, the Orc (an officer by his uniform and tattoos) was at least eight inches in length semi-limp, and larger around than her wrists. He stood almost seven feet tall, and was dressed only in boots and pants. His deep olive skin shone with a light skiff of sweat and powerful muscles ripped beneath it. She became aroused immediately, and hated herself for it. His arms bore four stripes in a simple, yet purposeful way she had yet to figure out.
The Orc whis...