Egosum rebounded off and back into the ground, knocking her off her feet and onto her back. The large orcs' body caused the ground to shudder. The prince behind him whimpered like a scared puppy.

‘This is some bullshit. I am starting to regret this deal.’

He turned around and started to walk to the saddened mess that was his charge. The elf sat in sniveling in sadness at the loss of his mistress.

Egosum sneered at the sight but pushed him back to the tent’s side. He began to melt a large enough hole to fit the freak out of when the prince distracted him.

“Mistress, please save me. Kill this stupid toad before he can force me out.” He reached forward with his hands like he was grasping for a life-saving hand. Egosum turned around in time to see the stupid elf getting backhanded to the side and falling over himself.

The orc's large green hand reached down for his diminutive figure. Her black fingernails were filled with a rancid grime that he feared to even imagine the origin of.

After admiring the horrific hand for way too long, Egosum lept forward and jumped straight off the tent wall to send himself flying out of the livid woman’s path.

The hulking green mass roared in anger before turning around to charge after the fleeing toad. He prepared for the clash by tensing his legs up. The orc searched the floor for something to use as a weapon before running head-first into a bleached bone that hung as a decoration up above.

She yanked it all the way off of the chains used to hang it and slammed it down into her hand in a show of force.

“You food now, frog!” The rough voice of the woman before him grated at his ears. Egosum laid in wait before her, legs primed to rocket him forward into her.

The orc rushed at him with the bone raised up, ready to bash him into a fine puddle of meat.

Egosum lept forward through her legs, skidding to a stop and spinning around to face her back.

Power flowed into his legs before he shot into her exposed back. The force of the rocket toad sent her flying forward into the ground.

The absurdity of a toad beating the life out of an orc hundreds of times his size was not lost on him.

“Cook gets beaten by food. That could only be you.” Egosum felt the insults were only getting better the more he used them if her reaction was anything to go by. The orc hacked up copious amounts of blood as the damage of the last two hits came out in full force.

She lifted herself up onto her hands and knees to glare back at him. She went to stand up only to stagger back onto the ground in pain. Egosum readied his next attack, hoping to finish the behemoth off.

It recognized the signs of his incoming attack, so she forced herself to stand up, only to wobble on the balls of her feet.

“I not end combat before you. You WILL be food.” The valiant stand almost made him feel bad for the internal bleeding he was about to cause.

His legs were in full tension when he launched ahead as she leaned forward with the leap only to glance off something at the beginning of the launch.

“No, I will save you mistress!” The stupid royal elf ran interference with Egosum’s aim, getting his hands shattered in the process and throwing off his launch slightly.

The short distance from toad to orc disappeared quickly. His altered aim sent him flying a few feet too high, putting him on course for a playdate with a thick green skull.

The woman opened her mouth to yell her battle cry, providing the perfect receptacle for him to fly straight into.

The stinking maw welcomed him with open arms as his large kitten-sized frame stuffed itself deep inside, leaving him struggling in the rotten confines.

“Ahhhh- aghaghagh” The scream cut short, replaced by gagging sounds as she failed to extract the foreign object from her airway. She fell to the ground, doing everything she could to get take in air before the stupid animal tried breathing through her nose.

“Hahahaha” Muffled laughs echoed out behind Egosums stuck figure as she felt a surge of triumph at her opponents compromised position “Oo Ah Fud.”

‘Psycho bitch is really trying to call me food right now?’ He puffed his sides up, taking any of the wiggle room the orc had completely away from her. He could almost hear bone starting to pop as he took in more and more air before she wised up and held her jaw in place with one of her massive mitts.

She bit down with everything she had to no avail. What would have been enough to shatter the femur of a full-grown human, failed to do anything beyond squish him deeper inside her cavernous mouth.

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“We are in a deadlock. You can’t end me and I can't end you.” Egosum tried explaining the situation to her, but he failed to see any way out beyond one of their deaths.

The injured orc stumbled over to a chest to extract something from inside. Blood painted him and her bare chest from deep within her lungs each time she coughed in desperation. She pulled out a pair of metal tongs they had undoubtedly stolen from some poor blacksmith’s shop and fumbled with one hand to pry him out with its jaws

They slipped repeatedly as his skin was lubricated by spit, blood, and his own distress toxins. The longer she toiled with the metal things, the less dexterous she became. The orc fumbled them out of her hand and fell to the ground, taking laborious breaths through her nose and exhaling spit and blood in equal parts.

White foam started to pool around him as his toxins finally started to do their magic. The genetically modified poisons held in his glands began to show magic with increased and foamy salivation before moving on to the much more dire side effects.

Her arms started to shake below her before they curled inwards like a spider in its death throws, tensing up before spasming repeatedly. She fell face forward into the ground before rolling onto her back.

The full effects of the toxins took hold. Her legs began to shake, leaving her a convulsing mess struggling to breathe more and more as his poison fully seeped into her body.

Her jaw clenched and unclenched with each rolling set of spasms that plowed through her.

“You are coming to your end. An ending by food is common for humans you know?” The orc growled deeply as she lost all forms of motor control except for the most basal few.

Blood started to pour from her eyes, ears, and nose as some of the more caustic components of the toxin took hold. It was not the prettiest sight, but it was a good deterrent for anything that sought to kill him.

After another minute of torture, her body finally stopped convulsing, leaving her frozen in place on the ground taking shallow gasps of air.

“Hey prince, how are you doing over there?” Egosum sat in her mouth, unable to do much beyond think about how he was going to free himself.

“Fuck you, toad! You killed my favorite mistress and now I will be dragged back to the hellhole that is the tree-top fortress. Oh, and you broke my goddamn hand!” The elf huffed and puffed in anger as he sat huddled in the corner.

“She isn’t dead yet. Just very close.” The snarky comment earned him a few elvish curses much to his pleasure.”

He felt the orc start to tense below him in pulses. The final stage of his poison was finally kicking in after 5 minutes.

Her barrel-like torso hardened from dense muscle into a near rock-hard flesh. Her diaphragm seized completely, halting all forms of breathing she could do.

“Now she is dead.” Another tremor shot through the woman before stopping and laying completely still as her heart stopped.

“Woah, that kinda scared me there. She lasted pretty long, must have been Orcish constitution. A human would die in two minutes if they were particularly healthy, so I gotta say this is some new record.” Egosum moved his arms around, feeling for any points of discomfort.

‘Oh, the beautiful engineering of Quetulopus saves me again.’

He wiggled in her mouth and tried to inflate as much as possible. The bones in her jaw popped a few times but failed to open enough for him to squeeze out.

He heard shuffling from behind and looked at the flap. Instead of large green beasts of war, dainty elves wielding war bows swept their way through the room, avoiding the disgusting mess on the floor.

Finally, the old elf walked in once the others swept the room for dangers.

“Hey old man, I'm kinda stuck here. I saved the prince from this thing but got trapped in the process.”

“Oh shit! You startled me. How did you end up in there?” The old elf jumped slightly before walking over to the large green mass and looking into its gaping maw.

“Jumped in and now I can't get out.” His frustrations at the situation were somewhat palpable as he rocked back and forth to try and loosen himself.

“It will take a while to safely carve you out. The heads of orcs tend to be the strongest part. I honestly don’t know how it didn’t just crush you immediately.” The elf scanned from side to side, taking in the full situation Egosum had gotten himself stuck in.

“We'll please get someone on that. The prince probably has a broken hand but he should be good beyond that.”

“Ah! I see that. Hmmm. I was kind of wishing he would have died to be honest” All of the elf warriors around him nodded their heads in agreement as he walked over to the sniveling prince.

“All of you guys suck. Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because you would start a localized orc apocalypse if you weren’t rescued or saved you, idiot! I just don’t get you at all. If your mother didn’t care so much about you, I would have just said we could find you and let nature take its course.” The other elves didn’t stop nodding their heads since the old elf spoke.

The group of elves entered first, exited the room with the prince, leaving Egosum, the elder, and the elf sawing the orc's jaw apart in the room.

“Wow, and I thought I was cold. He was definitely annoying though.” Egosum sat back and relaxed in the gross mouth, waiting for freedom.

“I told you why he is disliked, it shouldn’t be a surprise. This stunt and endangering his sister’s life will be the end of his public duties so I am not too saddened by what happened here beyond the loss of elvish lives.” The elder riffled through the trunks that sat around the room, withdrawing various things Egosum had never seen.

“Yeah, why did he have his sister? I mean what purpose would she serve in a trunk?”

“I am not sure. The only reason I even knew it was her when you spoke was that she is the only true baby in the village right now.”

“Oooh. Political intrigue. How horrible. Muahahah.” Egosum cackled in his place, waiting for freedom.

“You are a very strange frog.” The elder looked down at him with a strange look on his face.” I am going to head back outside and search the camp with everyone else, he will get you out in a bit.”

He waved him away and waited in her mouth with nothing better to do than stare at the guy working while his mind worked through a few of the problems

He thought about why his dao’s influence didn’t work on the orc beyond making it just a tad bit wet.

'If it worked on dried skin, why wouldn’t it work on living skin? Maybe it has something to do with her orcish nature? Or maybe it was the thickness?’

He pondered the issue.

'It had worked ever so slightly. Maybe if he was given time, it would work.'