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With that Borak removed his pants, making himself completely naked. I felt a lurch in me at seeing his naked body, and I tried my best to make it look like a natural thing. I started removing my clothing as well and looked over at Shawn as if to say, "You coming?"
Shawn looked shocked but I couldn't tell what at. Naked Orcs are an impressive thing, even if some people think they're ugly. Shawn began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He looked apprehensive but steadily removed his clothes, laying them on top of ours.
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Chapter 6 Night of Peace-Morning of Blood
I watched Shawn closely as he pulled his pants off. While trying to make it look natural it was obvious that he was attempting to hide his body from our prying eyes. I had hoped to get a good look at his body but he managed to slip in the bed without fully revealing himself. To get under the sparse deerskin we used as a blanket, he had to push against me. I slid closer to Borak and spooned against him so my penis was pressed against his butt. Shawn slid a little closer to me then lay still.
I was hoping to get to sleep but my penis had a mind of its own. It slowly began swelling and slid between Borak's butt cheeks. The head got caught about half way up and the pressure behind it began to build. Restraining myself from humping wildly, I tried to move slightly enough to make it slide up his butt onto his back. I was surprised when Borak bent slightly and opened his cheeks. My little move, instead of going up his back went straight in, stopping only when it reached the second muscle ring. The heat was intense. I almost went over the edge but held on with every last shred of will I had. I heard a small groan come from Borak and realized that I was sharing the pleasure with him even though I hadn't really planned to. In the back of my mind I wondered how Borak could handle the pain, but then remembered that his body sweat was a natural lubricant.
I focused on Shawn and found that he was already asleep. Obviously no stranger to camping, he was on his back, ready to spring up at a moments notice.
I returned to the job at hand and found that the pleasure had gone down enough to move a bit. I pushed my hips toward Borak and slid in ever so slowly. When I felt his butt against my crotch I held where I was. I had been concentrating so much on entering slowly that the pleasure wasn't that hard to take. I shut the connection to be sure not to share with him. I wanted his seed in me, so I couldn't have him blowing too soon. I pulled back and almost groaned aloud. The feeling was incredible. Knowing I wouldn't last I plunged back in and pushed myself over the edge. I held myself very still but twitched a couple of times. I reopened the link and told Borak I wanted him to fuck me. He was only too happy to comply.
We rolled over and Borak placed his penis head against my hole. Still sore from last time, I winced. Borak didn't try to push in right away but slid his penis between my butt cheeks allowing his pre-cum to make it all slippery. He would slide up over my hole then slide back down, pausing over the hole to squirt a drop of pre-cum on my hole and sometimes up it. Even though it was nothing to compare with when he was actually fucking me it was still exciting. Finally he stopped over my hole and pushed against it.
I winced again and I felt my hole stretching to accommodate his big member. It was painful but I didn't allow it to show. I felt myself let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding when his head popped in. I glanced over at Shawn to make sure he hadn't woken. My mind was brought back to reality when Borak pushed the rest of the way in. Although there was pain there was also intense pleasure. I could feel each vein in his penis as he slid in and out of my butt.
Borak settled into a rhythm and it was all I could do to keep from groaning with each plunge. I lost track of time as I slipped into a euphoric state both from the release of fucking Borak but also from his administrations. He quickened and I again worried that Shawn would awaken. Then with one last plunge, Borak exploded into my guts with a steady flow of cum. We lay there panting, and, as the state of euphoria drifted away, Borak slipped his arm around me and promptly fell asleep, his penis still in my butt. I was asleep only moments after.
I awoke in the middle of the night. My first thought was that the pressure in my bowels indicated that I needed to excrete waste. Then my mind caught up with my senses and I remembered the activities of last night. The pressure lessened somewhat when I remembered that it was only Borak's penis in my butt. I listened for a moment and judged by the sounds that it was around the second watch before morning. I just lay there for a moment wondering what had woken me up. Borak sill had his arm around me and his penis, although limp, was still in my butt. Shawn was snoring softly in front of me and the little crickets outside were chirping. All in all it was one of my more peaceful awakenings.
Now that I had time to really think, I went over the activities of the previous day. I started with the work Borak and I had done with those objects. It was a very interesting study but I lacked knowledge in that area so just put it in the back of my mind. I thought back to the fight Borak had with the other Orc and realized how little both had known about swords. I knew enough to fight fairly well and would have finished the fight with my Orc much quicker if his sword had been real. As it was, the magic sword that the other Orc had used seemed to fight for him. I re-watched, in my minds eye, the fight Borak had, analyzing his moves. He would have lost if I hadn't shot his opponent.
That brought my mind back to Shawn. I wondered what he was good at. When I had scanned him earlier the previous day, he had low levels in some magic and a fairly high level magic that I didn't recognize, but didn't appear to be a Fighter-Mage, as he claimed his family to be.
As I thought about all this I plunged into my meditation stage and checked up on the study of the magic symbols. My sub-conscious actually got to the point of memorizing the spells so I wouldn't have to use words when casting. It also started writing new combinations of symbols that would have a certain desired effect. The first one I looked at turned out to be a glamour fire. Any object the spell was cast on would appear to be burning but the fire wouldn't be hot and wouldn't burn the object up. I filed that spell away as one to use later and looked at the next one. I didn't know what it would be good for but it would guide one object toward another like a tracking spell. Again I kept it and went on.
Most of the combinations were useless, like being able to change something's color, but the best combo that was there was the locking charm. It turned out that any spell could be locked onto the object it is cast on. This makes the spell stay in effect as long as the object is still in existence. The symbols were found when Borak had made my sword. The locking charm would come in handy, that I knew, but at the time I couldn't think of something I'd want to cast it on. On a whim, I instructed my sub-conscious to see if the locking charm could be reversed or doubled, and pulled out.
The work in my mind had taken longer than I had originally thought. Borak had rolled over in his sleep, thus allowing me to move. I silently slipped from the tent and stretched in the still dark morning air. I could feel that something wasn't right, that something was disturbing nature. I glanced around and tried to read the forest but couldn't understand what I saw.
Apparently Shawn and Borak felt what I did because I heard them stirring behind me. had shown his knowledge of lore the day before and it proved itself this morning. He gazed toward the sun, just now casting its rays above the trees.
"Look!" Shawn pointed toward the sky, "A crimson dawn. Blood has been spilt this day!"
"The spirits are agitated. They have visited my dreams." Borak said.
"Nature too is upset." I whispered, "The trees themselves convey a tale of foreboding."
We stood considering the observations of the other. It seemed that we all were filled with anxiety. I wasn't sure what it was that caused this darkness but I knew that I wanted to flee this place.
A scream pierced the air. I turned and ran toward the sound. Something had come over me, a want to protect whoever was in trouble. My whole body went into the run, pulling speed from every footfall. Something caught my eye and my hand shot out. Without looking I knew it was a vine and before I thought about it I was covered in armor. Again I grasped at a plant and came away with a thorn and another vine. A blink later I had a javelin and none to soon for at that moment I burst into a clearing.
The sight was appalling. Raiders were ransacking through some tents and others were in a circle around the prisoners. One particularly grotesque man was shaking an old woman and screaming in her face. His speech was rough and garbled but it was evident he was looking for something.
In the time it took me to see all this I had gotten the attention of over half the men there. Those who weren't guarding started stalking toward me while others called for help.
I knew I wouldn't be able to best all of them in combat, but I had magic on my side as well as Borak and Shawn when they got here. I could feel Borak following the link we had.
I took the first move by throwing a vine in front of me. It began growing instantly, spreading toward those people moving. I made sure not to move as they began running from it. The faster they moved the faster the vine grew. The raiders must have had plenty of experience with magic because most of them stopped moving.
Even after the vine was strangling the ones it could catch, there were too many for me to handle. I was thinking about retreating to where Borak and Shawn were but I saw the leader raising a knife to strike at the older woman. Again I was filled with a feeling of dread and a longing to help her. Summoning all my control, I shot a very small blast of ice followed by a blast of earth.
The spells sped across the space between the knife and me. I realized that I had used the tracking spell I had looked at earlier that morning. The ice struck the knife and the leaders hand, followed closely by the earth, which shattered both the knife and part of his hand.
My attention was drawn back to the others when I picked up the sound of a bow being drawn. I whipped around and fell, the arrow barely whizzing over my head. I rolled a cone of pine toward the group that had formed around the archer and turned to face the other group. I flinched as I heard a small pop followed by a chorus of screams but didn't have time to look as the other group was upon me. I began twirling the javelin like a bow staff, deflecting the blows.
I was forced to move backwards to keep them in front of me. I allowed my mind to blank as I focused only on keeping them from hitting me. Attempting to keep them working around each other, I parried the blow from one to block the other. I was so focused on doing this that I didn't have time to block the strike from the other raider. I sucked in a breath when his sword found a kink in my armor and sliced deep in my wrist. The men looked stunned and when I glanced back at the man who had struck me I knew why.
From my armor thorns had launched into the man's hand and a vine started wrapping tightly up his arm. I turned back to the other two and struck while they were distracted, lodging the end of my javelin in the left mans chest, eliciting a scream from him and a jab of pain from my wrist. I then let go and struck his sword arm, catching the sword as he dropped it. With a quick flick of my wrist I slashed toward the other, barely noticing the fact that my wrist didn't hurt anymore. The scream had brought the other to his senses and he parried my strike.
I lashed out with my foot and caught him in the stomach, forcing him to step back. In that moments respite I looked around and saw that Borak and Shawn had joined in the fray. Borak was attacking those who had stayed to guard the prisoners and Shawn, with my bow, was picking off the group I had hit with the cone. I saw my sword on Borak's belt and longed for it. I turned back in time to see the raider attacking me once more. My anger built up and I threw the sword at him. He caught it and twirled around with both swords, coming closer to me every second. I just looked on with distain and cast a wall of fire around him. I turned and ran toward Borak and allowed the flames to collapse in.
With his scream of terror distracting the few raiders, Borak and Shawn made quick work of them, Borak with his magic, and Shawn with my bow. I ran by Borak, taking my sword with its sheath as I did. The leader had gotten over having his hand shattered and was now holding the older woman with another knife at her throat.
"Don't take a step closer!" He yelled in common language. "I will kill her!" He threatened again.
I stopped but again was filled with a longing to help this woman. An idea occurred to me and I spoke softly.
"What ever business you have with this woman, and what ever it is you want from them, now belongs to me." He looked confused which was what I wanted. I began weaving a spell ever so carefully.
"What? How can you claim that?" He was still highly on guard so I made no move.
"I have saved the lives of these people and, by their own laws, they and all their things belong to me." I hoped these people wouldn't get offended by my claiming them but his confusion and attention were necessary. "What ever it is you want you will not get by killing that woman."
The man pointed his knife at me and yelled, "I'll kill her and then you and take whatever I want!" At that instant I let my spell fly. I had formed a magical arrow behind his head and it when through his neck and nicked the ear of the woman. I ran forward and knocked the knife from his hand and caught the woman as she fell. I did my best to support her, but now that all the enemies were dispatched and that strange longing to protect this woman was gone, I too collapsed and blackness swirled over my vision.
I awoke to the sound of a crackling fire. I could hear people moving about and I was dimly aware that I was naked. My head pounded and I still couldn't see. My wrist where I had been cut was the only part of me that didn't hurt. It felt strangely alive, as if it wasn't part of me and yet was. I focused through my headache and scanned the area.
There were three fires. People congregated around these or in the tents around the fires. I could feel Borak at another of the fires and Shawn at another. Through our mental connection I could tell that Borak had been hurt but I couldn't tell how serious it was. Shawn seemed fine when I scanned him and only a few other people in the camp were injured. Out of them all I seemed the worse off but I couldn't remember why. I opened my eyes when I felt a cool cloth pressed against my head.
"Shh." The old woman was there. "You have a strong fever from that vine you wore."
"Who are you?" I asked, still not sure everything was fine.
"I am the Lady Cristiana"
Then it all came back to me. I remembered striking the leader down and burning the swordsman. I also remembered my run through the forest and my changing that vine. I saw the vine in my minds eye and remembered what it was.
The woman must have seen the look in my eye. "Yes." She nodded. "The vine you altered was of the Amarth plant. Coi'Dagnir, life's bane, now flows through your veins."
I looked at her curiously when she uttered the words of elvish tongue. She pulled back her hair and revealed her ears.
"Like you, I am a peredhil, a half elf."
I nodded once but stopped quickly as the pain increased.
"Try not to move," She said, concerned. "The poison flows too quickly for me to quell."
I glanced down to my wrist and realized why it didn't hurt. It was still encased in vine, a small green strap, running around my wrist. It seemed as if the flesh around the band was healthy but less green.
"If seems," She said, "That your body is accepting the Coi'Dagnir, but it cannot do this completely. You will die if it does. I have kept the poison in your lower arm but for how long I cannot say. I was hoping you would know what to do to help yourself when you awoke."
I thought for a moment and then focused on the band. It could still cover me with armor like it had before and had developed some other abilities as well. I attempted to remove it with my mind but it wouldn't release. Then I realized that the lady had wound a sapling branch from an alque tree beside the band. The pressure as well as the healing abilities of the tree caused the poison to stay in my wrist and hand. Calling the vine and sapling to work together, I formed a single band that neutralized itself. The healing would go out from the branch and heal the blood leaving my hand and the vine would poison the blood going into my hand. Even in my meditative state I could feel the Coi'Dagnir leaving my body. When I opened my eyes the lady and Borak were there.
"It is healed." I said and sat up to show I was better. I looked at my wrist to see the sapling was now over the vine and little tendrils were wrapped around it. "They stop each other." I showed her.
I took up another sapling of alque she had there and wrapped it with the other. "Now it will not poison those who touch it."
The elder lady looked pleased, almost as if she had expected it. Shawn came running over when he saw me upright and exclaimed.
"You're alright! Goddess be praised!" He clasped my hands and uttered something in his language. "This night there is much to rejoice over. This band of raiders were working for Belroth, a mage that has been troubling this land for some time."
"He was after our Diamond of Age," The lady explained. "He believes that it is a object of great power he can bind to his own."
We talked long into the night. Lady Cristiana told us many things of the land we were in. We promised to help in their fight against Belroth and in return she and her people promised to share their wealth of knowledge and experience.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as the others. I'm kind of short on inspiration right now so if you want to help me out with where to go from here I would really appreciate it. Feedback can be given on the yahoo group site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/alpha_wanderer, or at alpha_wanderer@hotmail.com. The group is for discussion of my story as well as a place for me to post other stories I write. Thank you all again for reading and giving feedback. Be well. Tommy Knighthawk