Chapter 2: 99 problems but a orc ain’t one

BOOOOM!

The ground shook as Grakka's massive rune-covered axe smashed into the dirt where Shiro had stood just a breath ago—sending dirt and rocks flying.

Shiro casually dusted off his shoulder, grinning wide like this was the best part of his damn day.

"Damn, shawty… you know I like chopping trees down too," he said, eyeing her tall, thick frame up and down.

Grakka snarled, flexing thick, muscle-packed arms, her green skin glistening with sweat. The rune-etched axe in her grip hummed with faint light.

"Keep talking, pretty boy. You'll look real cute with your skull on my wall."

Shiro laughed, flashing his gold fangs.

"Skull on the wall? Baby… you planning to mount me like that? I was thinking the other way."

Grakka blinked—a flash of confusion—before scowling deeper.

"You mock Grakka, Warlord of the Black Fang? Big mistake, human. You trespass. You steal our hunt. You insult me!" She jabbed a thick finger at him like an angry jungle queen. "I should crush you where you stand."

Shiro licked his thumb, wiping the last smear of BBQ off the corner of his mouth.

"I mean… death by snu-snu don't sound that bad, but really? All this drama over a boar? Girl… there's enough meat in this forest to feed your whole tribe. Or is it not the boar you're really hungry for?"

Her nostrils flared. She sniffed deep.

"Direwolf… sweat… steel… magic… lust… What are you, pretty man?"

Shiro stepped in close, head tilting, voice low and smooth like honey poured over iron.

"Not human. Not beast. Something better. Something… you can't handle, shawty."

She bristled, gripping her axe tighter. "I can handle anything."

Shiro smirked.

"We'll see about that. But if you're done throwing trees like you got daddy issues… maybe we can settle this like adults?"

Grakka grinned, tusks flashing sharp.

"Duel. Now. You win—you leave untouched. Maybe… I even feed you. Lose… you belong to me. My slave. My toy. Forever."

Shiro's inner thoughts:

😏 "Say less. Crazy green thick girl wanna collar me. Gotta break her before she breaks me, though."

Out loud:

"Deal, forest queen. But when I win… you owe me dinner. Boar ribs. Real food. And maybe…" he leaned close, voice dropping lower, "…a private dance by your hut fire. Sound fair?"

Grakka flushed a darker shade of green. "Hmph. Brave. Stupid… but brave."

WHAM!

She lunged—fast—axe slicing air like lightning. The ground exploded where she struck.

Oh shit, Shiro thought.

But he was already gone—slipping behind her in a wild, unpredictable step—his direwolf gauntlets flexing like claws ready to pounce.

"Slow, baby… we got all day," he whispered near her ear.

She spun with a roar, fist swinging—a blur of green fury.

Shiro caught her punch bare-handed—dust blasting from the impact—but he held firm, grinning wide.

"Why you swinging like two scallywags on the street, green queen?"

Grakka roared and grabbed him into a bear hug—rage cracking through her composure. But Shiro leaned in close, their faces inches apart, smirking like he was loving this more than he should.

"Careful, girl. Hold me too long… I might start thinking you like me."

Her cheeks darkened. She shoved him away—backing up fast, breathing heavy.

"You… you fight strange… wild and free…"

"I know. It's my own style. Stretched and twisted like Goku warming up."

He cracked his neck, smile wicked and sharp. "Like a beast. A hungry one. You smell that? The scent of you starting to enjoy this?"

She flinched.

"L-Liar."

Shiro stepped in again—lightning quick—grabbing her thick wrist, twisting her arm gently behind her back until the heavy axe dropped to the dirt with a dull thud.

Her breath caught.

Shiro whispered hot against her ear.

"You shouldn't make bets you can't win, warlord. Now what was that about making me your pet? Looks like you're the one caught."

Grakka's heart thundered. Her body trembled—not from fear. From anger. From heat. From something dangerous and very confusing burning behind her purple eyes.

"I… I haven't lost yet…"

Shiro chuckled dark.

"Could've fooled me, Luv. Look at you… flushed, breathless… Hot and ready like a Little Caesar's pizza. And I ain't even broken a sweat yet."

His hand slid down her side—teasing, playful, wild. "Orc queens like you… dangerous. But needy. So damn needy…"

She gasped, stiffening—then ripped out of his grip—jumping back fast, face burning dark green.

"H-Human devil!"

Shiro flexed his fingers, grinning like he had no care in the world.

"Flattered. But let's finish this before you melt into a puddle, yeah?"

Grakka grabbed her axe tight—but her hands shook.

"Next swing better count, baby. Or I'll really make you kneel… right here in this forest."

Her knees wobbled slightly. But pride screamed in her chest.

"Y-You… bastard…"

Shiro spread his arms wide, smiling like Randy Orton.

"C'mon, forest queen. Show me why they fear you. Or admit you want me to claim you… right here in the dirt."

Her lip quivered—eyes burning with battle heat and something deeper. A step forward… then hesitation.

"Rrrrrgh! I'll break you!" she roared—but even that sounded shaky now.

Shiro just laughed.

"Better hurry up, green lady… before I break you first."

Unbeknownst to Shiro, high above in the thick branches of an ancient tree… someone watched.

Lena smirked, legs swinging lazily as she popped conjured caramel popcorn into her mouth, silver eyes gleaming like a cat in heat.

"Mmm… so wild… so stupid… so perfect," she whispered, grinning ear to ear. "Look at him. Flirting with an orc warlord like it's Sunday brunch. Gods, Shiro… you're either gonna die grinning or end up in my bed. Maybe both. I like both…"

Another crunch of popcorn. She licked sugar off her thumb.

"And this big green jungle queen… hoo boy. She's cracking like fresh bread in an oven. This is better than reality TV."

With a snap of her fingers, a glowing scoreboard hovered beside her, floating in the air like magic:

Grakka: 0 — Shiro: 69 😉

Down below…

Grakka's heart hammered like a war drum.

Why does he smile like that? Why does he smell so wild, like Nature, steel… sex?! she thought, shaking her head hard. Her grip tightened on the axe. Stupid smooth skin. Moves like a beast. Like no human. Wild. Dangerous. Smells… good. I should crush him. I will crush him. Right after I see what those claws can really do…

But her thighs squeezed together. Heat curled low in her belly.

No! I fight! I break him! she snarled in her mind. …Then maybe I keep him. Just a little. Like a pet. A toy.

Shiro grinned wider, as if tasting her thoughts.

"Next swing better count, baby. Or I'll really make you kneel… right here in this forest."

Her knees wobbled. She snarled, raising the axe overhead with a roar of pure fury—

WHAM!

—but the axe sliced air.

Shiro was gone.

Too fast. Too wild.

He was behind her. Close.

Before she could spin—before she could even breathe—he grabbed her wrist, twisting gently but firmly behind her back until the heavy axe dropped with a dull thud to the dirt.

CLUNK.

Her breath caught. Heat surged. His hand slid up her arm—slow, claiming—until her back hit the rough bark of a thick oak tree.

Pinned. Trapped. Overpowered.

One hand held both her wrists above her head like she weighed nothing. His direwolf-clawed gauntlets gleamed beside her face.

His grin was fire and sin.

"Gotcha, forest queen," Shiro purred, voice low and rough, close enough his breath tickled her pointed ear.

Grakka's heart slammed against her ribs.

"I… I haven't lost yet…" she gasped—trying, failing to shove him off. Her thick thighs trembled. Her tusks quivered.

Shiro chuckled dark, eyes half-lidded, gold fangs flashing.

"Could've fooled me, baby. Look at you… flushed, breathless… Ready. Like you try to lose on purpose."

His free hand slid down her thick side—teasing, playful, wild.

Grakka gasped—face burning dark forest green—legs squeezing tighter.

"Y-You… human devil…!"

Shiro flexed his grip—just enough to make her chest rise high against him.

Lena giggled above, shaking the popcorn bag.

"Ooooh… big scary orc queen getting handled… this is so good… c'mon Shiro, make her beg…"

Down below, Grakka clenched her jaw. Her pride screamed. Her body… screamed something else.

"I'll… I'll break you!" she roared, but her voice cracked.

Shiro leaned closer, gold eyes gleaming.

"Promise?" he whispered, hot breath tickling her ear.

Grakka gasped.

Her thighs squeezed.

Her axe lay forgotten in the dirt.

Lena snorted, almost falling from her tree.

"Gods… I really do like him…"

Shiro's grin widened, tongue running slow across a gold fang.

"C'mon, ORC WOMAN. Show me why they fear you. Or admit you want me to claim you… right here in the dirt."

Grakka swallowed hard. Her lip quivered. Purple eyes burned with battle heat… and something deeper.

One step forward.

Then… hesitation.

She gripped his arm, shaky fingers tightening.

"You… you're cheating…" she whispered.

He leaned in, voice low, wolf-like, sinful.

"Baby… I am the cheat code."