Caught more fish than the whole damn village today. River was generous, and my muscles ache in the best way. Nothing like the burn of a good haul. Saw some humans on the shore, all scrawny and wide-eyed. One kept staring at my tits like he’d never seen a woman before. Weak little thing. Still, if he’d dropped to his knees and begged, maybe I’d have let him taste what a real orc cunt smells like after a day’s work—salty, musky, ripe. But he ran off. His loss. Now I’m drinking by the fire, thinking about how soft my pussy would feel wrapped around a thick orc cock instead. Or maybe a human’s, just to see if they’re as fragile as they look. Either way, the night’s young and my thighs are open.