The little human wanted primal play and to be my captive, and costumes were an unfortunate part of my job. No one wanted to be thrown over the shoulder of an orc in a gym hoodie, apparently. I shrugged out of my street clothes, tucking my watch into the pocket of my jeans, and scowled down at the outfit Astraeya had assigned me. A red shoulder cape and a miniscule leather armor skirt. It would've made more sense for an orc to charge into the cottage naked, but human women often found the size of our cocks overwhelming. Perhaps the flap of leather offered a reassuring disguise to the fact that I would fill them to the brim with my girth.

My phone chimed in the locker.

It was time.

I left the shed and walked softly around the cottage toward the front door. Most women waited nervously on whatever seating in the scene looked the most innocent, so I was surprised not to find the young woman perched on the blue velvet couch or anywhere in the main room. Next most likely was the bed, but even from here, I could see she wasn't inside the bedroom. Her yellow suitcase was still by the bedroom door, an artificial but not unpleasant floral fragrance emanating from inside.

She was downstairs.

Brave little human.

I rolled my shoulders and grinned at the open door to the basement. It would be a nice change of pace not to have to tiptoe too much at the start, make small talk. We would have plenty of time for that later, when she needed to be brought down from the high of our play.

Her scent was stronger on the stairs but still airy, not attached to any of the surfaces. I could hear the first whispers of her breath, quick and sharp, aware of my heavy footfalls on the steps. She wasn't in the room, not waiting on the bench, and my claws extended slightly, a rare sense of anticipation rising in me.

A flicker of shadow and a soft gasp called to me, and I turned to the open doorway to my left, my body tensing. There she was, deep in the shadow of the dungeon playroom. She was staring at me, brown eyes wide in a heart-shaped face, lips parted, no doubt assuming I was unable to see her in the dark. But my kind had keen eyesight from living in underground dens, and she was perfectly clear. I stepped slowly closer, watching her long fingers tighten around the chain in her grasp, her breasts heaving with her great gasps of breath, pressing to the collar of her dress.