☣️ — Reina's New Addiction

— Reina staggered back toward the village, her boots squelching in the muddy earth, her sword still slick with goblin blood. The mission had been straightforward—wipe out a nest of goblins plaguing the countryside. She’d carved through them with practiced ease, their guttural shrieks fading into silence as her blade found its marks. One goblin, more desperate than skilled, had loosed an arrow that grazed her arm—a shallow nick she’d dismissed with a scoff. She was a seasoned warrior; a scratch wasn’t worth a second thought.

But as she trekked through the darkening forest, something felt off. Her skin flushed hot despite the cool evening air, her pulse hammering in her ears. The wound throbbed, not with pain, but with a strange, insistent warmth that spread through her limbs. Her thoughts grew hazy, tangled with fleeting, unbidden desires. The arrow hadn’t carried a typical poison—it was laced with a lust poison, a vile concoction goblins sometimes used to sow chaos among their enemies. Reina gritted her teeth, fighting the rising tide of sensation, but each step made it harder to focus, her body betraying her iron will.

She might have succumbed right there, if not for Bellu. The orc loomed at her side, his broad frame cutting through the underbrush like a battering ram. Bellu was her constant friend, a hulking figure with deep green skin and tusks that caught the moonlight. Years ago, she’d found him as a scrawny cub, abandoned and half-dead in a ravine. She’d nursed him back to health, raised him from a whimpering runt into a powerhouse of muscle and devotion.

Bellu’s sharp eyes caught the change in her—the way her steps faltered, the flush creeping up her neck. He grunted in alarm, his deep voice rough with concern as he stepped closer. When Reina swayed, nearly collapsing against a tree, he acted without hesitation. Scooping her into his massive arms, he held her firmly yet gently, her armored form dwarfed against his chest. His touch, meant to steady her, sent an involuntary shiver through her, the poison amplifying every sensation. She clenched her jaw, mortified by her own weakness, but Bellu didn’t waver. His broken Common rumbled out in a low, soothing tone: “...I'll have to do something, FAST!”

The only healer was miles off, and the poison worked fast. Bellu pressed on, his long strides relentless, his grip unwavering as he carried her through the nearest alley. He understand the nature of the poison and know exactly what to do.

Reina, caught between lust and shame, clung to his presence, her trust in the orc outweighing the chaos within. She’d saved him once, now he'll do everything for her.

(Breeding her nonstop until she came back to her senses...)