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Chapter 1 Korison
I shivered in the dark beside the tavern, wondering for the tenth time why I hadn't moved to another town last week. I looked again at my Orcs like skin. It was because of this that the elves and humans shunned me. It was because of my pointed ears that the Orcs shunned me. I had to be the only one of my kind anywhere. My father was a Halfling, half human, half Orc. My mother was a full blood elf that had been raped by my father. My father doesn't even know I exist. The only reason my mother hadn't aborted me was because she was kept in confinement by a mad wizard that wanted to see the result.
"Well here's your result," I muttered bitterly under my breath.
I turned my attention back to the conversations in the tavern. Being half elf had its advantages. I could pick out and fallow almost every conversation in the tavern at the same time. Later using a handy meditation routine I picked up from a gypsy I would go over all of them, but for now I was just listening. The town had been under siege by the Kulak Orc's siege battalion for six hours and the tavern was being used as a meeting place as the town hall had been burned down.
"I'm telling ya the only way is send for help," Growled a gruff voice, "To continue trying to fight will destroy us all!"
"Ya don't understand, to call for help will ruin us all," Another man demanded, "the price them mercenaries ask for is to high!"
"Would ya rather die?" demanded yet another villager.
"Look, debating among ourselves will get us nowhere." Said a man who could be non other then the tavern keeper. Since the mayor died in the town hall fire the tavern keeper seemed to be the only one with his head screwed on straight. He took "command" right away and started organizing the town's defenses. He was also the only one in this town who had treated me with some kindness.
"I have an idea that should please us all," Tork, the tavern keeper, went on, "We could send Tusan as a messenger to Talcorath. He can run faster then anybody else in this town and most of us want him gone anyway."
Although it hurt to have him talking about me like that I understood that he was trying to get them to agree to ask for help.
"No way! He'll probably join the Orcs out there for all we know." A villager protested.
"Look we can send another messenger to Torksi as well, that way if both make it through the siege we'll have hope." Tork almost pleaded with them, "We can only hold of the siege for another 3 months, so we have to act now!" Other more heated conversations went on through the night. I no longer listened for I had better things to attend to. I knew that they would eventually get around to asking for my help and when they did, I wanted to be ready.
This town was almost famous for Korison's School of Magic. Unfortunately the school was a biased as the rest of town. They had downright refused to teach me anything or even allow me to borrow books on the subject. I knew that magic had the ability to change the course of battles in the blink of an eye and wanted to harness some of that power. Everywhere I'd been my request for materials or teaching had been turned down, but now I had a golden opportunity. The Kulak Orc's were now infamous in the magic world. Their magi were some of the strongest ever seen. It had once taken four level 5 magi two hours to kill a level 6 Kulak magi. That was the first level 6 seen since the fated battle of Korison and Kulak himself. The battle had ended when they both banished each other and the Orc tribe agreed to leave us alone. They then abolished the barbaric ways of clubs and took up the much more dangerous powers of the manna continuum. Renaming themselves after their leader they strived to become the strongest magic users in the world. Now after being left
unchecked for 20 years they have started to expand. Being that their only force is magic they must carry supplies with them. That was my ticket. I was an accomplished thief from my younger days and planed to become magically equipped, even if it meant embracing some of my Orcish ancestry.
As I set out I realized exactly how hard it would be to sneak out of a town under siege. Every post was manned with two people with one going on roving patrol every minute, overlapping with the others on post. It took me almost three hours to sneak out and even then I was seen by one of the guards who promptly shot at me.
As I crept to the border of the siege I realized that getting out of the city was the easy part. Not only did the siege have physical patrols they had magical patrols. These little patrolling bubbles that I'm sure can see in all directions and would report anything unnatural to whoever created them. As I looked at them I was amazed because I could actually see the magic flowing about them like a pattern or code. If I had been taught anything about magic I would have realized the coding made them what they were.
As I skirted around the inside of the siege, looking for a place to enter unnoticed, I found a teacher giving lessons to a young orc. I couldn't believe my luck. He was reviewing the child's beginning protective spells. I could see the child writing the spells down at a frantic pace while the teacher admonished him to never loose his book again, about how it would stay with him the rest of his life and realized that the way to get a book of spells would be to kill one of the patrols. It seemed easy when it ran through my head like that, but I had never killed before. I sought out the perfect spot for an ambush and passed up three good chances before I got up the nerve to attack one. He was sneaking as if to catch someone off guard. I jumped at him from the back, catching him off guard and knocking him out. Quickly I dragged him into some cover brush and searched him, removing everything, even his clothes. I used his shirt as a bag to store everything I got off him but kept out one of his crude knives. I raised the knife above my head, closed my eyes and plunged downward. My hand was stopped inches above his neck and I realized I had been caught. The naked orc below me had one hand holding both my wrists while he felt for weapons with his other. After satisfied that I had no weapons he rolled us over so his weight would hold me down. While lying there under him I realized my mistake. I had hit to take a man down but orcs are much stronger than humans and have to be hit much harder.
The orc began striping me as I had him, all the while searching for hidden weapons. He ripped my shirt into bindings and tied me to the roots of the bushes.
I glanced around to assess the situation and a mark on his ear caught my eye. He had been branded. The Orcish symbol on his ear indicated he had been banished from the encampment for a vile crime. What it was exactly I couldn't read for it was a symbol I hadn't encountered before. Contrary to what I thought the orc didn't tie me up to leave me. He began going through his stuff. After satisfied it was all there he took off the bindings one by one. After removing the gag and allowing me to stretch my mussels he sat me down beside him. I was surprised because he made no move to clothe himself.
"Crog?" He asked.
Although I could read Orcish I couldn't speak it if my life depended on it. I just shrugged and raised my eyebrows. I then bent down and wrote the Orcish symbol for "What?"
Understanding dawned on him and he began writing in the dirt as well. "You scout?" His large finger and cumbersome ways made the writing harder to read in the moonlight but I could still make it out. As he wrote the words he grunted them as if to teach me.
"No," I returned, "Messenger."
"Why attack?"
"Wanted spell book."
"This?" He wrote. He fished around in his shirt until he found his spell book.
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Human and Elf no teach. Need something." While cautious I knew he couldn't return to the camp so nothing I told him could get back to the siege battalion.
"Why no teach? Cause Halfling?" When he grunted the word Halfling, he looked almost apologetic.
"Yes, no like me cause part orc."
"When go message, take me?" He paused, "Please?"
I was surprised. Orcs never said please. They always demanded everything, even if it wasn't their place.
"I consider." I wrote. I then rose to my knees. I had heard another patrol coming our way and was worried they would find us. I carefully parted the bushes to watch them. An Orc's sense of smell is incredible and if they were down wind we could be in trouble. Luckily they were not down wind and were heading away before the winds shifted. I sunk back down to the ground, got dressed, and wrote a quick goodbye as well as directions of where to meet me on the morrow.
He pushed his spell book into my hands and wrote, "Careful."
I smiled and gave the signal for thanks as I slipped out of the bushes and back toward town. After some guard ducking and running, I had returned to the alley by the tavern. It seemed they had come up with a plan of action because it was dark except for the back door. I went around and rapped on the door.
"Well your late ain't ya," chided Tork.
"Sorry," I replied, "I got caught up in a conversation." Which was true it just happened to be a written one.
"Its okay, I was up anyway." He said. "The townsmen have agreed to send you as a messenger." He knew I had been listening and was just bringing me up to scoop. "For the next week their going to train ten runners then the fastest two will be sent to Torksi and you will be sent to Talcorath."
"Just me. Guess they want me to die out there." I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, buck up son." Tork said, "At least there willing to let you go. You know the others ain't gunna make it through."
The messenger training was intense. Almost all day the group would run and stretch. The best food was given them and supplies were packed into small but ample packs. I wasn't surprised when they didn't offer me a supply pack. For a week the training went on, almost every villager putting in his contribution to the situation. The tavern girls had learned a mussel relaxation rub from some roving gypsies and gave the runners what they called massages every night.
The black smith supplied them with compact weapons like daggers and the school of magic gave them several magic protection items as well as potions of healing. The two fastest runners were selected to try to make it through the encampment. While I understood the gravity of the situation I knew that with the help of the banished orc I could get through the siege. Over the next week I would sneak out food to Borak and write/talk to him. During the day I practiced the magic in the book he lent me. By the time the other messengers were ready I could speak Orcish enough to get by and knew the four level-one elemental spells.
The night before they sent out the messengers I bade fair well to Tork and left Korison for good. Borak and I snuck through the siege and I watched amazed as he reprogrammed the sentry bubbles. When we were sneaking through one of the tents I saw a chest with magic code all around it. Borak must have been taught well before he was banished because he quickly removed the wards and brought out a tome of Orcish magic. He quietly handed it to me and smiled. Now that I had my own book he could have his back. It was obvious that he didn't like letting his out of his sight and I was relieved that I would no longer have to borrow his.
After we exited the encampment we moved swiftly through the forest. Even though it was the middle of the night the winter moon shown crisply through the trees providing my eyes with plenty of light. Borak's eyes were not part elfish so I reached out with my hand and held his. He was very surprised but didn't pull back as we raced through the trees.
After about two hours I figured we had put enough distance between the magic users and us so they wouldn't be able to trace us. We stopped and Borak made camp while I went about to get something to eat. The town hadn't sent any supplies with me so I would have to catch every thing to eat. It didn't take long for me to track down a deer. Using stealth that only an elf has I snuck up and broke it's neck. I left it where it was and found another, repeating the procedure. I then carried them back camp where Borak had a great fire going. After skinning the deer I left Borak to cook the meat and started tending the skin to make a blanket to sleep under.
About three hours later we were filled and the left over meat was quartered and smoked. I had taken my cloak and spread it over a pile of leaves and pine needles and spread the deerskin over that. Borak and I took off our clothes and spread them over the dear skin put the other on top of that and crawled under the makeshift blanket. I was surprised when he pushed his body against mine. He grunted some word about heat and then started snoring. I quickly relaxed and was asleep in an instant.
A few hours later I awoke with a start. At first I wasn't sure where I was but as I lay there it all came back to me. I then realized what had woken me up. Borak was stirring in his sleep. I wasn't worried and was about to fall asleep when I felt something push against my leg. I froze thinking it was a snake. Then I suddenly realized it was Borak's penis. I lay there not daring to move. I had heard many stories of people getting raped by an Orc and didn't want to wake Borak lest in his aroused state he raped me. Borak's penis continued to grow until it pushed against the underside of my balls. I knew that I was in a delicate situation and decided to try to go back to sleep.
This worked at first. Borak's penis began to deflate and I thought the worst was over. Then as the head of his penis was pulled along my thigh it aroused him again. This time it missed my balls and grew up my crack. Now I was in real danger. In his aroused state Borak started humping in his sleep. His penis began leaking as it was slid up and down my crack. Again I thought I could just stay here until he was finished and then I'd be ok. Again I was wrong as the head bumped my hole. His penis flinched and shot a stream of pre-cum on my hole. He then started hunching again and it slid up my crack again. This continued repeating for about five minutes. I relaxed and decided to use the situating. His pumping my crack and aroused me as well and I started jacking off to his hunches. I must have done something wrong as he hunched because all of a sudden I felt a burning pain in my butt.
I knew instantly what had happened. I reacted and tried to pull off but Borak got more into his dream and slipped his arm around my waist and started jacking me off. I could still hear his breathing and knew he was still asleep. Even through the pain I could feel a consuming pleasure. He hunched again and buried his whole penis into my butt.
Again the pain became almost unbearable. I was tempted to push his off but then felt the familiar build up of pleasure. My penis decided it liked what Borak was doing and exploded sending my sperm all over the deerskin. Borak's penis must have liked the attention it was getting from my butt and exploded as well, sending a burning pleasure through my whole body. I latched onto that pleasure and meditated on it, allowing it to block out the pain that was still radiating from my hole. As the pleasure formed a loop in my brain it caused me to explode again, and again. I knew none of this until my brain informed me that the pain was gone.
As I allowed the pleasure to subside I began to feel things again. I felt that Borak's penis was still buried in my butt, and that I was soaked from my climax. Borak still had his hand on my penis but was no longer moving his hand or his body. I tired to pull off his penis but found that he was holding me tight. As I pondered what to do, I felt an overwhelming exhaustion from my four times climaxing. Sleep overtook me and I knew no more tell I awoke.