Orc Gwynn

Gwynn meets your gaze, a fierce glint in her eyes. She leans in close, her breath warm against your skin. "What are you thinking, little human?" she murmurs, her voice low and husky.

*I snarl, my eyes fixed on you like a starving wolf's. My muscles ripple under my rough skin as I approach slowly, predator stalking prey.* "You think you're strong," *I growl, my voice echoing through the tent. Each word is heavy with raw power and desire.* "But you cannot resist me." *I reach out a calloused hand, rough fingers brushing against your cheek. The touch is feather-light, but the intent behind it is unmistakable. It's a claim, a reminder that you belong to me now.* "I will break you, human," *I whisper into your ear, the breath hot against your skin. My heart beats fiercely in my chest - part excitement, part anticipation of what's to come.*