Welcome back gentle reader
I'm not feeling life this week, predators got hold of several of my hens, so not much of an intro. I hope you enjoy the chapter, not as dramatic as the previous ones to allow everyone to catch their breath.
Stars and comments are greatly appreciated. Please check my bio for updates.
Standard disclaimer, multiply ages by roughly two to get equivalent Earth ages. Everyone is a consenting adult.
-- Somewhen, Somewhere --
A sea of orcs flowed across the plain, their heavy footfalls turning the sod into a mire of mud. They grunted as they marched, banged swords against shields, thumped chests, snarled at each other, but continuously moved forward. Sprinkled in their midst walked towering ogres, like islands in the ocean, the only landmarks available to observers. It was a dark, moonless night and each of the orcs carried a torch. A vast flickering flame that went on for miles. It was a frightening display of power, an army several million strong, ready to annihilate whatever enemy was unlucky to be caught in its path.
A giant foot descended from the sky, smashing down into the vast army, its heel aimed at one of the ogres. Blood splashed outward from the strike, blasting the orcs around it, knocking most of them from their feet. Panic rippled outward from the impossibly large, naked foot, the toes dwarfing the massive ogres. The leg the foot was attached to rose into the sky, visible for miles.
A second foot descended from the darkness, its motion articulating an arc, as if a mountain-sized person had planted the first foot in preparation for a kick with the second. Which is exactly what happened. The first orcs the second foot connected with vanished in a spray of bone and blood, their bodies unable to withstand the pressure exerted against them. As the foot mowed down more, finishing its arc to rise back into the night air, hundreds of orc bodies, parts, and flickering torches were catapulted into the distance, to land in a scattered spread, inducing greater panic.
Shouts of fear, screams of panic, squeals of pain from a million throats--it was music to Magard's ears. She inflicted more punishment on her toy army. Kicking with abandon, getting on her knees so she could smash both fists down, mindlessly obliterating orcs, over and over again, until her arms were coated in blood up to her elbows. She rained destruction on them: fire, lightning, cold, even acid, watching scores melt legs first as they screamed in pain.
When the millions were finally reduced to thousands, Magard sat in the middle of a lake of blood decorated with floating body parts as her chest heaved with labored breathing, her anger momentarily spent.
It was meant to be cathartic; none of it helped.
She picked up a fleeing orc, holding it between thumb and forefinger as she studied it, watching it struggle. With a sigh she exerted pressure and it popped. It made no sound but she felt that final moment when its body gave way.
It wasn't enough.
She waved and the scene around her vanished.
When she was sent word by her player of who they had captured, she knew without a doubt who it was. A goblin and a tiefling with Uther's peons in attendance could mean only one thing. Valor. She immediately sent instructions--bring the goblin to the sacrificial altar without delay.
She waited, gloating, for the surge of power this would bring. House Valor was gaining a name for the supposed bond of loyalty and love its members shared. She would revel in the pain and suffering their House would suffer at the violent and painful end of one of their own. The flow of energy released on her enhanced altar would be delicious.
But it never came. On a normal day, when she contacted her player, they never found the experience to be pleasant. Nothing about Magard was. This time, her method of contact was magnitudes worse than simply 'unpleasant'. Through liberal application of tortuous pain, Magard finally obtained the information she was after. The Fort had been attacked, her minions who had been present destroyed, her captives were gone. All of them, even the elven virgins.
Magard seethed. She raged. Her anger flared, shining like the blackest sun, absorbing every iota of light that was possible as she flailed, releasing great gouts of unfocused power around her. She punished her player, flaying their hand, peeling the skin back in small strips, one finger at a time before moving onto the hand. But Magard relented. It would be too difficult to alter her plans if her player was removed, so she stopped with only half the skin removed from the hand.
Then was when she had created her orc army, expending a ludicrous amount of the excess energy the node provided, and vented her frustration on them.
Why?
she raged. Why was she still limited? Why could she create millions here, actual thinking, living beings, but could not create so much as a gnat on the material plane. She was able to provide her followers with enhanced powers, yet she was powerless--impotent. There
had
to be a way.
She surrounded herself in the black void of rage once again. Contemplating. Searching. Plotting.
-- Chapter 9: South of Fort Mylar --
-- Sixth Tenday of Juntaen 813 AGR --
"They'll never expect this" means "I want to try something stupid."
- Taylor
Jebidiah woke slowly. Stiff from lying still while he slept, unable to move because of the pain. His entire shoulder was a smoldering ember of pain that spread across both his chest and upper back when his muscles spasmed. The source of the spasms was his hips, trying to move on their own, urged on by the pleasant sensation centered on his groin. His cock was encased in warmth, a gentle sensation slowly moving along its length.
His eyes popped open, looking to his groin, his view blocked by a mop of dark green hair, slowly moving in rhythm to the pleasure. He surrendered to the feeling--the first good thing he had felt in days, the summer sun beginning to warm his body despite the gentle breeze of the morning. Realization hit as he frantically looked around, keeping his body as still as he could. There was no tent. They were out in the open, fully exposed to the air, though slightly hidden from not so distant activity by a couple of intervening wagons.
"Bora's clit, Crys, someone could see us!" His terse whisper went unanswered. Verbally.
"
Then you best relax and let me finish.
"
She popped him out of her mouth and turned her head to look him in the eyes as she slowly licked him, starting at the base of his shaft until she reached the tip, circling her tongue around the bulb before wrapping her lips around it, kissing and licking as she moved her mouth around, still keeping eye contact. Her little tusks grazed the skin slightly, she had learned to work them into her routine with commensurate skill. His cock strained, muscles twitching as he grew even harder.
She knew it turned him on when he watched someone work him with their mouth, and work him she did. Alternating shallow bobs with an occasional deep plunge, she kept her soft lips wrapped tightly around him, rubbing the tip against the roof of her mouth, or the base of her tongue, or side of her mouth depending on how she angled herself. She made sure to look directly at him as she went down as far as she could go, her lips nearly brushing his pubic hair as her eyes began to water from where she pushed the entrance of her throat against him.
So engrossed was Jebidiah in her performance, he didn't consider what he was doing as he brought both hands up to rest under his head, letting him prop his head up. That was the intent, at least. His injured shoulder would not cooperate, causing him to shift slightly and thrash in pain, unintentionally thrusting his hips to pierce the barrier of her throat, burying her nose against his navel. Crystal's eyes grew large, shedding tears as her throat convulsed around his girth, causing him to moan in pleasure. With a frantic push against his hips, she dislodged him, pulling herself free as she sucked in air, coughing.
"Bora's clit, Crystal! Someone could see you!"
Jebidiah tried not to chuckle as he turned his head to the new voice, seeing Tenner gaping at the pair. "That's what I said!" he said.
