Fighting a running retreat was not easy. Kenner had only done it once before during a dockside riot. He had been one of a dozen city guard protecting the King's Auditor when over two hundred sailors boiled out from the ships to either side. This though was very different. This time he was deep under the ruins of Castle Keffroon facing off against armed Orcs. At his side, instead of a dozen fellow city guard, were two Tiefling women, who were quite skilled but didn't fight like soldiers.
Sanrith would dart out from his side, her daggers slashing at the Orcs, jumping back before the large humanoids could react. Her twin sister Sarissa was a mage and was throwing spells past Kenner to explode or hiss among the Orcs bringing screams of pain. But both needed Kenner to hold the Orcs back.
He kept his shield up and would sweep or stab often with his sword. At first the Orcs thought that they might be able to just bash through the human. After all, Orcs were renown for their great strength. However, Kenner was nearly as strong as an Orc himself; further, he was wearing heavy armour and was well trained. He was big too, not quite as tall as an Orc, but he stood over six feet. The first few to try to bull rush him had paid the price and fell dead to his sword. Unfortunately, there were many more.
"We're nearly at the store room," Sarissa shouted from behind him as Kenner took another two steps back and moved to the left to avoid another Orc spear thrust. He parried another with his sword and Sarinth dashed up and slashed the Orc hand holding that spear.
Kenner was about to thrust forward when everything went dark. "Gods damn it!" He shouted, suddenly realising what had happened. Kenner was Human and his were the only eyes that needed light to see. The Tieflings, and more importantly the Orcs, could see perfectly well in complete darkness. Sarissa had cast a spell on his shield to make it glow, but it only lasted a limited time and apparently that time had just run out.
The fighter immediately took a few more steps backwards hoping that it would take at least a few seconds to realise he couldn't see them, praying that he wouldn't trip over one of the women. Hearing an exclamation from Sarissa and then a quick chant, fire suddenly exploded among the Orcs immediately illuminated everything in front of him, of briefly.
"This way," Sanrith muttered behind him and grabbed his arm and directing him through the door to the store room that had been their target. Just through the door was an ancient wooden stairway and as the light from the sudden explosion faded, Kenner ran down the stairs, 'with luck I won't stumble,' he thought to himself.
He heard an Orc cry out just behind him and then felt a tumbling vibration as several must have fallen. Misjudging the second last step in the now complete darkness, Kenner fell to the floor.
Light exploded again as Sarissa hands spewed gouts of flame onto the stairs and a few orcs starting to come down. Sanrith had been near the top but leapt gracefully down to roll on the hard, rock floor and stood unharmed by flame or fall.
Orcs shrieked as they burned. A pair, near the top, threw spears just as Kenner rose to his feet. He barely managed to put his shield up to catch one heading toward the Tiefling sorceress. Unfortunately, the other hit his shoulder squarely, the point digging deep, causing him to drop his sword.
Another spell from Sarissa plunged the whole room into darkness. While this seemed no different to Kenner, this was a magical darkness in which only Sarissa could see through. She grabbed Kenner's arm just as he managed to get pained fingers around his sword and moved him further back in the room. He could hear the Orcs bellow, the crackle of the flames and the occasional whoosh and clatter of spears flying by but nothing hit him or either of the others as far as he could tell.
After being moved further back, Kenner heard the grinding sound which could only be the secret door opening; he was led through and then Sarissa closed it. Everyone then waited for what felt like a year or so, barely daring to breath. Even through the thick stone they could hear the howls of the Orcs on the other side as they realised their prey had eluded them.
It took several minutes but the yells finally began to fade. "Alright, I think their gone," Sanrith whispered.
"Yes," Sarissa whispered back, "let's go."
After a slight pause where Kenner more felt more that heard that the Tieflings had begun moving. "Uhh, I still can't see here."
"Oh, right," he heard one of the twins say and then they both giggled a little quietly. When one of them grabbed the arm that had been hit by the spear he gasped.
"Sorry" he thought it was Sanrith say; it was hard to tell when he couldn't see them. Their voices sounded so alike. "Here, drink this. It's a healing potion."
"Is that one of the ones we got from that Orissian cleric? ... Oh ..." and then another giggle.
Kenner didn't try to work out why that was funny, he drank from the flask pressed to his lips. He'd felt the healing magic of a potion before and knew of the pleasant sensation they brought. This one seemed to warm him internally, toward the bottom of his belly, soon his wounded shoulder felt eminently better.
With a Tiefling girl each side guiding him they moved through the secret passage. "You could just conjure ..."
One of them shushed him. Both of the Tiefling's pressed close to him and he fancied he could feel their warmth even through his armour. Perhaps because he couldn't see them, his minds eye conjured the image for him. Both were strikingly beautiful with jet-black skin, not brown like the people from the Ulanu Jungle far to the south, but black as midnight. They were both about five and a half feet tall, but a lot of that height was their strikingly long and shapely legs. Their breasts larger than one would expect for such slim women. Their hair was red which contrasted pleasingly with their black skin and the off-white of their horns which swept back from their heads. Sarissa's hair was slightly longer than her sister's, but had the same slight curl and body.
Their iris's of their eyes were also red, but brighter and more vibrant than that of their hair. In light they could seem to flash. Their lips were very pink, just like their tongues which he could see when they spoke and of course, their teeth seemed startlingly white. The only other splash of colour on their bodies that he could see was the heart-shaped tips of their tails. Each of them had a slender black tail which was tipped with heart-shaped end.. Kenner had no idea what this tail tip was for but did know that they were sensitive as the Tiefling's reacted whenever this tail end hit anything.
Sanrith wore black, fighting leathers that were so tight that Kenner wondered if it was more for show than protection. When he had first seen it, he remembered an off colour joke at an inn describing hers as 'mumble pants.' "I couldn't hear what they said, but I could see the lips move."
Sarissa, protected by magic, wore even less. She had a sheer, sleeveless dress of deep red with a neckline that plunged between her breasts to a little below her navel. It was also slit up the sides to high above her hips and it was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath. A silk belt of black attached it and she didn't wear any shoes. Her perfect black feet visible complete with toe-nails the same colour as her horns.
Travelling to these ruins with the pair, dressed as they were, had been distracting to say the least. His cock had been hard almost the whole trip just as it was now. He could only sort of feel their soft bodies pressing against his as they led him along the dark passageway but his mind filled in the press of a hip or breast against him.
"Do you think this passage was every used?" Sarith said quietly as they walked.