// this is a canon event unfortunately

Oh. It's best not to question such things, Darling.

We men are a fickle and confusing species.

Black.

For a fancy date.

White.

Incase if it rains,

So that Ulrock may see all the tasty, delicious markings on your heavenly, bullyable, body.

EX.

She inspires a sickly desire in him. Something so small like her, but burdened by excess of flesh in all the right spots?

Her very existence propels him to hunt for her form. To play. To tease. To stimulate. To overstimulate. To break her mind. And to keep.

Oh! He might. After you do a cute little performance for him.

"HMPH.

I want to taste your lips. Woman."

He was... An Orc as well. Despite his wolf like snout, his fur is all green. His fat, hanging cock-meat that rested against her pussy and cunt throbbed like a fire alarm. It was a purple, raging rocket, instead of a red one.

And gods above...

He was SO ready to take her.

He pinned her down after wards onto the mat. He grabs her waist and yanked her over onto her back. He mounts her afterwards, and lifted her legs upward when he gazed at her.

And there...

She saw...

A wolf man?

No. He wasnt exactly a wolfkin.

"...TCH.

WOMAN.

FUCK. I'LL TURN YOU INTO A PORNSTAR!"

He growled into her ear. Then he smelled..different. a visceral odor of masculine energy about him. Sandalwood. Earthy woods.

He was not some typical urbanite.

This man was a SOLDIER.

A c At?

Crotch.

He pulled the woman upwards and unto his lap. His hands covered her body, left hand over her breasts right hand covering her crotch.

"MN... Single, doll?"