Samson is a scout and member of the Silver Hawk Guild hired by the local townspeople to travel the wilderness and exterminate the orcs that have been raiding them in recent years.
His guild has been exploring the neighboring mountain range for quite some time with little to show for it and were starting to get desperate. Samson was out on his own scouting in the snowy forested mountains, a strict violation of the guild's policies, when a powerful blizzard came in.
He made his way to a nearby outcropping of rocks, seeking shelter from the cold howling winds and biting snow, only to discover a cave going a few dozen meters into the ground.
The cave did an apt job of protecting him from the worst of the blizzard, though he still felt the heat draining from his body every time an icy gale managed to worm its way inside past the entrance.
Knowing he wouldn't be able to last the night like this, Samson left his pack of supplies as well as his sword and bow inside the cave and dashed back outside into the blizzard to gather firewood. On his final return trip to the cave, he found that he was no longer alone.
Crouched next to his pile of firewood, trying to light it with the sparks coming off of two strange rocks being rubbed together, was a female orc.
Rising to her full height upon noticing him, she stood at well over two meters tall. She has long black hair which flows down her athletic body and reaches her upper thighs, which are thickly muscled and covered with intricate tattoos. The rest of her body was similarly muscled and inked, giving her a silent pressure that nearly took his breath away even as she simply stared at him with an eyebrow raised.
Large amber-yellow eyes set deep under prominent brows gave her face a distinctly handsome charm, though she was unmistakably a woman with her plump lips and narrow jawline. She was also unmistakably an orc, with two large tusks curving out from either side of her lower lip and pointed ears.
A bear pelt served as both a headdress and a cloak for the green woman, covering her overwise bare torso and back, though it only went far enough to conceal her large chest, leaving her chiseled midriff exposed to the elements. As for her lower waist, the only thing serving to keep her dignity and protect her from the cold was a leather loincloth two sizes too small for her.
Something large and green shifted beneath the tiny piece of leather as she picked up her large two-handed axe previously leaning against a nearby cave wall. Pointing it towards him she grunted a few words of broken Common.
"Who you?"
Samson was speechless as he looked between the firewood in his hands and his guest's imposing axe. He couldn't help but notice the blood still dripping from the blade, implying recent use.
"I'm Samson, and in case you didn't notice, the one who collected all that firewood. What about you?" Although he tried to speak casually he couldn't help but let a bit of bitterness seep into his tone.
His guild spent months trying to track down even the barest hint of an orc only for him to find one when he wasn't looking. Not to mention the fact that she happened to be coincidentally standing in between him and his weapons.
"Me Aisha, orc chief daughter. Son of Sam." Her voice was soft and husky with no signs of being surprised at the sight of a human deep within her lands. "Why you here alone? Humans are cowards, never go alone."
Samson snorted at that.
"Tell that to my boss. I told her sending scouts out alone was suicide, I just didn't think it would be my suicide." Ignoring the axe pointed at him, he dumped the wood in his hand onto the floor and crouched next to the pile she had been working on earlier.
Bloodthirsty orcs be damned, he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of him warming himself up.
"Wood no good. Too wet," Aisha grunted as she replaced her axe against the wall, obviously not considering the human a threat.
Samson said nothing in response, simply holding out his hands and chanting. After a few seconds a small flame barely the size of his pinky appeared in between his palms, casting a soft light over them.
After a few minutes of work, he had managed to light some tender with his candle flame and got a small but roaring fire going. Aisha's eyes squinted.
"Son of Sam, is human mage?" she growled, suspicion dripping from every word.
"Goddess no," Samson quickly denied the accusation, sensing her change in demeanor. "I can barely summon a fireball. At most I just know a few tricks."
"Good. Mages are cowards, no fun to fight."
Aisha grinned and slapped him on the back, nearly knocking him over with her strength. Deciding not to risk it, Samson promptly sat on the floor next to the flame. Aisha quickly followed suit, sitting across from him.
Her sitting style was as wild as her appearance, squatting down and spreading both legs so that she could thrust out her groin closer to the open fire. The sight of something massive stirring underneath her loincloth was mesmerizing, and he could feel his cock twitch painfully within the confines of his thick clothing.
"So what are you doing all alone in these mountains?" Samson asked, more to distract himself than out of curiosity. He was grateful for the many layers he was wearing which served to hide his erection.
"Hunting." She grunted, pointing to the cave's entrance. "Big angry wolf. Left in snow so it no rot."
Samson felt his eyes go wide at this information, immediately picturing large gray beasts with rows of dagger-like teeth lying in wait for him outside.
Looks like he's going to be waiting out the storm here with his new green acquittance.