Dhozzon was the biggest, the baddest, and the brightest in his tribe. He laughed the most, stole the best loot, and made women scream the loudest. He was an exemplary orc and destined for chiefhood--after he'd got around to killing the current warlord--but a question itched in his ears. Orcs were the greatest, so why'd they live worse lives than the non-orcs?

This envy and curiosity drove him into a city. There, he discovered that non-orcs would give him gold to hurt other pink-skins, which he could use to buy things! Reborn a capitalist, he wandered and worked, earning the titles of bandit, mercenary, gladiator and more. And then he found Sinifer.

Strange isles filled with stranger creatures. Lands where treasure flows like wine, wine flows like water, and no one cares about what you do so long as you don't do it in near them. Paradise! Now settled, he strives to sate his ravenous appetites by fighting, fucking, and feasting to his heart's content.



Yus! Cumming buckets inside a shell-shocked elf's womb. Slapping heavy collars on dainty necks. Sneakily fingering trembling girls while still outdoors. Taking blushing pets on naked walks. Marathon rutting that ends with panting playmates passing out. Messy facials and oozing pearl necklaces. Rough wrestling that leaves marks behind. Talking smack and shooting the breeze. Adventuring and exploring.

Huh? Permanent or hectic stuff.

Nah. Gross garbage.