Escaping from a constricted life and an unhappy marriage, Neris slips into the woods whenever she can on the pretext of gathering herbs. These stolen moments are her sole comfort until the day she finds a wounded orc in the woods.
Unable to stand by and watch another suffer, Neris tends him, bringing him food and medicine, protecting him until he can tend himself. The orc allows the attention because he knows Neris better than she knows herself - he can scent her, knows that she smells ripe and wanton, that his presence fires her lust. He can smell her need, her arousal, but is too weak to do anything about it. At first.
When he is strong enough, he intends to take care of her brutal husband, but first, he needs to take care of her.