Author's Notes:
Howdy again all!
If I thought the last one took a while, this one took a HOT minute. A lot has happened irl since the last part, but I've been trying desperately to get back to writing this story. I've really enjoyed it and it's turned into a sort of passion project for me.
Speaking of! Much like the last part, this isn't a one and done sex thing. In this series, Riley is really the only character that thinks about sex commonly, so it only comes up often in regards to him. That being said! Spicy stuff does happen, but much like the last part, it's usually more of a finale than anything.
SO if you're into that, please enjoy! I'll be working on the next part soon and I'm super happy to be back in the swing of things!
Enjoy!
- WwW
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Oskar Grawl had never felt so conflicted in his entire life.
Sure, he's faced plenty of hardship, and there was no shortage of difficult choices when you lived a life like his. He's had to run away from unwinnable fights, decide to scale difficult cliffsides, and stubbornly march across a desert. He was used to hard choices.
But this was... different.
Riley was different.
Oskar had spent the last three days in the company of Riley Volstrand, a very knowledgeable wizard living in a small cabin deep in the Horsestray Woods. Oskar had sought his magical aid, being told a witch lived in the forest. Inadvertently, they managed to save each other's lives. Afterwards, they had returned to the wizard's cabin, where the two spent a night of... passion... together.
Now to preserve the image of Oskar's taste, this was not the typical visage of a wizard that the warrior had been taught. This was not an eighty year old man with a white beard dragging the floor in front of his feet with a pointy and starry hat on top of his wrinkly forehead.
No. Riley was a brilliant young man. And while the wizard may have seen Oskar's words as mere flattery, he had truly never seen anything more beautiful.
It wasn't just in the extraordinary figure. Oskar had met countless women, and none could hold a candle to the wildfire that was Riley's body. He curved and flattened and swayed in all the right places. Oskar could stare at the supernaturally glowing pink eyes framed by the rose gold hair for hours and never tire.
However, all the physical details paled in comparison to the rest of him. The way his face made all of those self assured expressions. The endearing chuckles and laughs that so often punctuated their conversations.
And the conversations! Oskar had never met anyone that he could verbally spar with in the way that he could with Riley. His wit was sharper and faster than the tip of a rapier. They could pass an entire evening away with easy banter, a fact that seemed to please the wizard to no end.
Speaking of pleasing the wizard, there was the... other aspect of their partnership.
Oskar had once spent an evening conversing with a tavern whore. She was more than willing to fulfill her job and was quite pleased to be making coin off of a profession she enjoyed doing.
She had LIKED sex.
Riley LOVED sex.
Oskar had been under the assumption that Riley had simply been alone for a long thing and that his first night in the wizard's cabin had been a release of half a decade of tension. But that proved to not be the case.
The first morning, Oskar had suggested he go hunting in the nearby woods. Riley had admitted to him the previous day that he enjoyed the taste of meat, but was not skilled as a hunter. Oskar had returned with a boar and a finch, using his long honed skills as a hunter and ranger to skin and prepare the animals. Riley had watched the process with a mix of intense memorizing and a sort of excited energy. The warrior then prepared a simple but hearty meal, supplemented by the vast array of vegetables Riley had managed to grow in his garden.
The meal was nothing special to Oskar, but Riley devoured it with eagerness. Afterwards, Riley had given him countless praise for it and suggested that he be 'rewarded' for his hard work. He had said it in a sultry purr, a tone Oskar had begun to associate with "I'm thinking impure thoughts".
And it worked. Every time.
From that point forward, every time Oskar helped Riley with a chore, the slighter man would insist on rewarding him. The half orc knew that it was Riley's addiction that was spurring this reward system, but he wasn't about to say no. For one, it made Riley happy, and that in turn made him happy.
Also, the sex was mind blowing.
Riley was a nymphomaniac and that translated very obviously into his experience. Oskar had been with almost a dozen women in his time, and none had the skills and abilities that Riley possessed.
And so it progressed like this for three days. Oskar would help Riley with a chore, Riley would "reward" him for his efforts, and they would spend the days bantering and generally enjoying one another's company.
Which brought Oskar to seventy two hours later.
Oskar had been awake for about two hours. He had found out early on that Riley was powerful as a spellcaster, but drawing upon this esoteric power always left him feeling exhausted. Yesterday, he had practiced some kind of ritual that he claimed was "experimental". He didn't explain more than that, but he had seemed satisfied when a folded letter in the middle of his drawn chalk circle had disappeared. He had also brewed various potions and generally been busy.
It was the one night he'd been so tired that he had simply given Oskar a half asleep kiss before passing out on the bed.
Not that Oskar had minded all that much. In fact, he had been more than happy to stroke the long rose gold locks and look into the peaceful face of his strange new friend.
Oskar shook his head of these pleasant thoughts, turning his focus back to the task at hand. He picked up the bucket that was being used to collect water from the nearby stream and brought it to a drier section of the garden. He used it to fill a watering can and proceeded to water some of the plants he'd been instructed needed it by Riley.
He could have laid in bed with the soft man all day, but he needed the busy work. He knew what was coming and was dreading it. Looking around at the cozy cabin and beautiful garden upkept by an even more beautiful person...
Oskar knew he would have to leave. If not today, he would have to leave soon. He'd made a promise to his mother, had sworn on her death bed and again on her grave to accomplish the task she had set for him. He was to take his mother's amulet to Overkstien, come all nine hells or high water.
Staring at Riley's face all morning would have made this next part worse.
