They say humans used to be free. Now savage and brutal orcs rule our scorched world. All us humans can do is serve our green-skinned masters with our hands and with our bodies. I'm one of the 'lucky' ones for I get to work in the fields, breaking my back to feed the ravenous orc hordes while my people go hungry. No orc has claimed me. Yet. Until I try to steal some grain to feed my sick grandma and I'm caught red-handed by my worst nightmare. Chieftain Grimdar of Arogh-Bul. Better known as Grimdar the Savage. His name is known throughout all of Attis. Everyone fears him. I think I'm dead meat, but no. The hideous imposing tower of green muscle and deep scars isn't going to kill me for my crimes. It's much worse. He's going to claim me.

The world is a scorched wasteland ruled by monsters. A human life is practically worthless on Attis. My village is one of the few places where humans are safe, and I leave it all behind as I search for adventure. I don’t find adventure. I do find a brutally dominant orc chieftain named Xukal who could use an obedient human female. Xukal saves my life. I’m woefully unprepared for the harsh wilderness, and if it wasn’t for the orc chieftain I would be dead. His help does come at a price. A hefty one. He wants me to birth him orc children. Not one. Not two. Eight! And you don’t simply refuse Xukal the Brutal. He says I will learn to enjoy serving my chieftain. I say I’m getting the hell out of here!