Cecil and the Dark Wizard, Part 2
Cecil woke inside the cage to the sounds of loud banging from below. She yawned and stretched, still naked from the prior day's romp with Choskie the want-to-be dark wizard. The cage was locked, and she would have been quite annoyed were it not for the breakfast waiting for her.
Happily munching on creamy oats with fruits and nuts despite the banging coming from below, Cecil thought about what to teach. The prior day had been quite eventful - and pleasurable - and the elf's stamina being enough to cum three times in a few hours had kept Cecil quite content, and she wanted to push the boundaries on their second day.
Two blowjobs, one proper fucking... he has a great deal of potential. What is all that racket though? I thought I was the teacher, but is he preparing something?
No sooner had she set aside the bowl of breakfast than Choskie came running up the stairs. He froze on seeing Cecil naked, lounging in the cage.
"Good morning, master. Thank you for the breakfast, is it time we continue your lessons?"
Choskie's eyes went wide. Instead of responding, he screamed a shrill, high pitched, horrified shriek. The elf gasped and recovered his breath a moment later.
"We... are under... attack!"
Cecil rolled her eyes. "If you want to roleplay fucking to survive or some other nonsense that's fine, but don't you thinking yelping like a wounded cat is a bit much?"
"It's not a roleplay!" Choskie bellowed. "Orcs! Marauders! Barbarians or berzerkers I do not know, but they are coming! Can you help?"
"Help? I'm a wench! You're the dark wizard, aren't you?" Cecil said. "Choskie the Magnificent, I believe you wanted to be called? Why don't you show me your prowess. If you can wield magic with half the capability that you wield your cock, you'll be fine."
"You're right," Choskie said, puffing up his chest. "I am Choskie, Dark Wizard, Wielder of Shadow! I will not succumb to some brainless orcs!"
Cecil was about to lecture Choskie on his racial bias, and the fact that orcs were in fact often quite sensitive and thoughtful, but the wizard hurried to his study. He came back wielding a long staff with a purple crystal at the end. He spun it about like a baton, twirling it behind his back, then stood defiant by Cecil's cage.
A few minutes later, the thumping of heavy footsteps came from the stair. Choskie gulped, while Cecil stretched out on plus furs and pillows to watch. The footsteps grew ever closer, until around the corner and out from the shadowy stairwell stepped two orcs.
They stood nearly seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and smooth skin in a jade green-tan tone. Both were quite handsome, with strong jawlines, noticeable but modest tusks with a little steel ball capping each, softening the harshness of the points. They had a similar hairstyle, with long, reddish-black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and small braids framed their faces.
Although they were shirtless, they wore trim green pants that hugged their legs tightly - and showed promise of healthy packages between. One orc held a bow and a quiver was positioned at his hip, while the other held a slender sword.
Cecil grinned, immediately finding them attractive.
While the orcs stomped into the room, Choskie muttered a long spell. His voice rose and he raised his staff, then aimed it at the orcs. Lightning burst out, crackling and surrounding them. When the shocking blue lights faded, the two orcs stood stunned and looked back and forth between themselves and Choskie. Their eyes went wide and jaws clenched.
"What the fuck, man," said the orc holding the sword. "You alright, Mogs?"
"Brody, this guy is unhinged," said the other orc.
"Back!" Choskie screeched. "Stay back!"
The orcs, not noticing Cecil, marched over to the elf. The orc with the sword set his weapon aside, yanked the staff out of Choskie's hands, and cracked it in half over his knee.
"Fucking rude, hitting us with lighting like that!"
"Mercy," Choskie cried out, kneeling with his hands over his head. "Please, mercy! I know it's futile, once a bloodlust takes over an orc, but please, spare me! Gods above, if these orcs are to murder me, have them not chop me into little bits, leave enough for my family to find and bury!"
Mogs sighed. "That is such an outdated and racist perception."
"Yeah man," followed Brody. "Why is it that everyone thinks we orcs can't control our emotions? Like what makes us so different? There was that one tribe like, a hundred years ago or some shit. Why are we still judged because of them?"
Mogs poked Choskie, who was still muttering and begging with his hands over his head. "Always like this, racist idiots don't even listen when we try to be nice."
Brody laughed. "Shouldn't be our job to teach them either, but here we are." The orc gently pat Choskie's cheek. "Yo, dark wizard man, why did you steal our shit? Look at your tower, you are way richer than we are, it makes no sense!"
"Gods, this is pathetic. Can you at least stand up, dude? You stole my damn shirt, my mom bought me that."
The orcs pulled Choskie to his feet and stood back a bit to inspect the thief of a dark wizard. They stared with arms crossed. Cecil remained quiet, curious to see what might happen next - and she was, to some degree, annoyed that none of the three men had paid her attention, naked as she was.
"Come on, tell us why you stole," said Mogs.
"I... I didn't think you'd catch me."
"Fucking hell, man, that's such a lame reason to steal!" shouted Brody.
"That's not even a reason, that's a qualifier."
"Fine! Fine, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I just can't help it. Ever since I was little, I stole some sweets one time when my mother said I couldn't have any, and ever since... it doesn't matter what I steal, I get such a rush..." Choskie doubled over sobbing.
"This ain't therapy, bro," said Mogs. "Speaking of, how's your therapist been, Brody? Mine's so booked I'm having a hard time seeing him, schedules just ain't matching."
"Oh, he's been great! Let me check if he can start seeing you. His schedule works with me, since we work together I bet he can shuffle things around for you."
"Nice. Not going to make any recommendations for you though, weird ass klepto elf," Mogs said.
"Yeah, and the tracks led to this tower," Brody said.
"Tracks?" Choskie asked.
"We went to The Bull and Mare hoping to meet Cecil, but the innkeeper said she hadn't been there all day. We're trackers, so we figured we could check on her, make sure everything was ok," Mogs said.
"Led us to you, you little shit," Brody followed.
"I'll give you everything back, please don't hurt me!" Choskie cried out.
"AHEM," Cecil roared.
