Fear gave way to curiosity as she looked him over. How had she ever lost a battle to this one? He was shorter than her by a few inches, maybe an even six feet or just a little more. His hair was Long enough to be a complete and utter mess, his recent trip through the foliage contributing to this by adding a few twigs and leaves to the black mane. He was also pale which was usually a sign of bad health in humans but on a closer inspection she saw he was in fact quite healthy. There was a colour in his cheeks, his breath came in strong gasps and his blows had been deceptively powerful. The clothes he wore were overly loose and strange in their design. In fact she'd never seen anything like the fabrics he wore. He had a fondness for the colour black, that was for certain for both his loosely fitting leggings and the baggy garment he covered his upper body with were both absent of all other colour. She wondered what his body looked like beneath those clothes, he must have been very lean and his muscles must have been well strengthened for him to be so slim and yet so strong.

“Why did you attack me?" Of all the millions of questions running through his head, that was the one that popped out first.

“I want you." Algra replied simply as she sat up and tentatively started to brush herself off.

“You wanted me? You mean you wanted my damn skull caved in is more Like it!" Despite himself, Gregory lowered the club. He kept it handy though, just in case.

"I not want to break you Little man. I need slave. I not get one." She stood up and Gregory noted her simple sandals for the first time. They had notably flat soles.

"You're damn right you didn't get one. Did you..." Fuck, this was crazy.

“Did you take anyone else? Anyone like me?”

Algra shook her head.

“I want you. Other humans too big. Carry swords and have thick metal skins." She straightened out her tiny fur skirt before hooking her thumbs beneath the flimsy material and tugging them down her long jade legs.

“What the hell are you doing!?" Gregory's eyes bulged as he caught a look at a small thick patch of thin hairs narrowing down to the bare smooth Lips of her pussy.

Algra stopped with her skirt half way down her legs.

“You win battle. You have all that is mine." She explained as if patiently explaining the rules of poker to a novice.

"Yeah because all I'm short of right now is a makeshift bikini top and a furry miniskirt." Gregory found enough frustration in the situation to let a trace of anger into his voice. "You can keep them. I'll keep this so you can't try to beat the shit out of me with it again alright?" He wiggled the club in her direction.

“I would not. You have all that is mine.“ She explained again with an affirming nod.

She did slide her skirt back into place however. If Gregory wasn't quite so stressed out by then he might have taken some time to marvel at the shapely orc a little more. The fact that he'd just laid eyes upon his first pussy hadn't quite yet fully hit him.

“Well I'LL just keep this." He said again, Less sure of himself now. The orc frowned and shook her head.

“You have all that is mine." She said again.

Gregory paused and let the club swing down to his side as he looked at the impossible creature before him.

“What exactly do you mean by that?" He somehow already knew what the answer would be from the way she bowed her head slightly whilst speaking to him.

"I attack you to keep you for slave. You win." She laid out the rules and folded her arms across her breasts impatiently.

“You have me." "Well...shit."

It took Gregory a full hour before he realised that Algra was completely serious. To test just how far she'd go with it he ordered her to lift up a large stone resting nearby and use it to break her left wrist. She was half way through lifting it up without any word or hint of complaint before he told her to stop and apologised several times for making her think she had to do it in the first place. She seemed confused by the apology since breaking her own wrist seemed Like a completely reasonable expectation to her.

“Alright then Algra I think you can have your club back. Don't hit anyone with it unless I tell you to." He instructed before Lifting the heavy branch to hand over to her.

“As you wish, master." She took the club and lifted it to rest across her shoulders.

“So just out of curiosity. If I wanted to ask you some questions and then I freed you, what would you do?" He scratched the back of his head as he said this, hoping for the best.