Majutsu-Shi No Chiara

Majutsu-shi no Chikara loosely translates to "Sorcerer's Power"

CHAPTER THREE: Without Hinges

"You are waking."

"What?" Damon asked from somewhere far below the voice.

"I can hear your mind, again."

"Where am I?" Damon fought to sit up, to open his eyes, to command any part of himself to obey his mind. At last, his eyes slowly opened.

"You are in Kamakshi's breeding bed, Damon." the purring voice of the oak-hued she-ork finally recognizable in his ears, Damon's heartbeat and breath quickened in a moment of panic. "Be at ease, I will not harm you."

"Let me go." Damon again tried to move, but his muscles did not so much as twitch. It was as though he were paralyzed. "What have you done to my people?"

"I have honored our agreement." Kamakshi loomed into view above him, her feet to either side of his head.

Damon's nostrils flared at the cacao scent, and the hint of something sweeter, and his eyes were drawn to the brown-black lips of her sex above his eyes. The smooth, muscled limbs of her legs drew his attention upward to their apex, and the faintest movement above him caused her lower lips to part, however briefly, to hint at softer flesh within.

"What agreement?" Damon sighed, unable to avert his eyes and for a moment forgetting that he was still pinned to the floor by... absolutely nothing.

"I have returned your family to South-wold." Kamakshi knelt over him, her knees bending outward and plunging the fruit of her sex toward his face. The flesh parted enough that he could see the brighter, deep pink flesh within her, as though beckoning him into her even now. Damon's breath caught in his chest, and he felt a burning prickle of sensation surge through his limbs.

"I will have your seed, Damon." Kamakshi cooed. "You have caught Kamakshi's eye, and she sees what you are. Orks count time differently than humans... moons to seasons... seasons to years... years to ages... but I know..."

"What?" Damon's voice felt small, muffled by the rising rush of blood in his ears, drowned-out by the hypnotic murmur of Kamakshi's voice. The scent of her sex felt like it was pouring into his lungs and filling his entire body, and his cock hardened with each heartbeat.

Already, he escapes me

. Kamakshi leaned forward onto her knees, laying her hands to either side of Damon's hips and admiring his now erect penis. Her breath tickled the throbbing member, and danced amid the dark hair at its base. She sat back, bringing her pussy down closer to his mouth, and tilted her head up to stare at the prominent cock before her. She licked her dark lips, regarding his cock as though

it

were the sole object of her attention, rather than the man attached to it.

"I have waited...

ages

... to breed another Sorcerer, Damon." Kamakshi sighed, smiling at the red-brown cock bouncing in time to Damon's heart, with it's dark, purple-brown head swelling like a small plum from within its fleshy hood before her eyes. "I cannot begin... to tell you."

By now, Damon could feel and (though feebly) move his arms and legs. His whole world, however, was consumed by the vision of her pussy above him. The aroma fairly pulled him upward toward it, even as she languidly lowered herself toward his face. Her breath caressed his cock in a moist heat so delicate, he could scarcely believe the feeling. His toes curled.

"I... don't want..." Damon struggled against his own impulses, before two points of heat bored against his ribs and down to his stomach.

"You would deny Kamakshi, even now?" Kamakshi laughed, like a melody through his heart, and her breasts danced against his skin -- her laughter pumped around his shaft an invisible tongue of air. "You truly are a magnificent male, Damon."

He thought for a moment he could feel some

other

presence in his mind... but the calls of the flesh were overwhelming, and his tongue crept forth from his mouth of its own accord. Her weight settled down against him, her full breasts flattening between them and covering his ribs in their supple smoothness. The cleft of her womanhood began to shine wetly with arousal, and Damon's tongue found her outer lips. The connection of tongue to flesh was met with a reciprocal feeling around his own groin, as Kamakshi snaked her tongue out and licked the smooth crown of his dick. The feeling shot through him, like the relief of jumping into a cool stream on a blistering-hot day, and Damon's hands wrapped around Kamakshi's flanks to cup her muscled ass and pull himself closer to her. Her smooth flesh yielded to his hands only just to the firm flesh beneath, and he could feel the beat of her heart echoing in his ears as her thighs closed about his head. The delicate, savory lips of her pussy danced against his mouth with silken softness, the flesh of her mound pressing to his jaw and midnight-brown pucker of her anus just above his nose. As filthy as the rest of the camp had seemed, this ork looked to have been scoured by mountain streams and drip-dried in the sun. He pressed his mouth into her, his tongue searching for those parts of a woman that are most pleasing. The taste was not unlike a purple plum, though perhaps less tart with a distant, smoky cocoa that stuck in his mind; a drug his body knew very well.

Kamakshi thrilled at the sensation of Damon's delicate attentions to her pussy, which had long acclimated to the more coarse rutting befitting ork custom. She knew humans were fragile creatures, and she did not want to risk breaking this one... No one in ten-thousand would become a Sorcerer, and fewer still would be caught dead by an ork war party -- let alone captured alive. She aimed to keep this human healthy and alive long enough to seed an entire generation of the Sidero... if she could keep her daughters from killing him. Turning her attention to his cock, she mirrored his firm gentleness as best she could -- aware of his birdlike fragility, but wanting his seed. Letting Damon's chest bear her weight, she cupped at his sack with one hand -- feeling his delicate eggs shifting around at the lightest touch. Her other hand nestled against the shaft of his cock, steadying him so that she could reach the creased eye of his cock with her tongue more easily.

Why?

She demanded of herself, caressing and suckling at the head of his cock.

Why do I

desire

you, Damon?

She knew only one other mate that had drawn not only this level of attention from her, but this level of

need

. Sidero himself, who had bred in her belly a horde of orks and who, in what felt a lifetime ago, had seeded her the children that she would now see bred with this human. He had made her feel this powerful... and this weak. In a last battle of her will, she concluded that it must have been a spell -- subtle and powerful -- that Damon had cast on her unawares. She inhaled the musk of his groin, taking his cock into her mouth fully and caressing the shaft first against her right tusk and then her left. She purred in amusement at the twitching of it and the appreciative gasps that beat against her pussy from Damon's mouth.

I swore I would not kill you

. She resolved herself, humming around the salty flesh of his cock as she delicately explored it with her mouth.

Now, I shall make you beg to be

mine

.

Damon's eyes lost focus, and he wasn't sure if he were awake or dreaming; alive or dead. All that mattered was the pussy against his mouth, the way it tasted and how -- depending on how he provoked with his tongue and lips -- Kamakshi's mouth likewise sought out the most sensitive parts of his cock. She was taller than him, but that seemed to give their position an ease of access that he and Ginga had not shared. Kamakshi was hairless as her daughters, and her mound became slick with his saliva and the nectar of her own arousal. When she hummed, the vibrations of her tusks -- sometimes against his shaft, other times deliriously firm against the head of his dick -- caused him to lose all sense of direction and he gasped for air. This in turn meant he was inhaling more of her scent, driving animal lust down into his bones. His testicles had swollen with seed, and felt ready to burst... the cusp of orgasm reared up, a rider making ready to charge down a hillside.

Kamakshi savored the sensation of his flush of arousal, the tiny muscles deep within that must surely be drawing his seed from those most delicate eggs below his cock, and hardening his cock further -- such that it was nearly hard as an ork cock in full rut, though not near so large. She felt a pleasant fullness to her own arousal, tingling and radiating from where her mound met Damon's chin and tongue, though she was not so near to orgasm as he.

Beg to be mine

. She let Damon's cock slip from her mouth and marveled at its spasms, gently caressing it with her hand while still delicately touching his sensitive eggs. His seed spurt forth and splattered on her face, into her mouth, onto the squeezed flesh of her breasts between them, and again onto her face and lips. Damon's gasping breath during orgasm had been a thoroughly enjoyable sensation against her pussy -- but she was accustomed to ferocious ork mating... she would need a larger, more fierce cock to invade her body to find the release that mocked her from afar. She watched with some interest as his cock continued to ooze his seed, and she touched the sensitive head with her fingertips, playing with the sticky white milk before turning her attention to the small pool of it already in her mouth. Sampling the exotic morsel, she rolled the salty cream around in her mouth, enjoying the tangy sourness accompanying it.

For a moment, she considered trying to use this seed for her own womb -- but knew it would not serve and thought that, with time, he could even bring her to orgasm. She swallowed his seed, considering his penis again and the plans she had for rebuilding Sidero. The thought of Damon breeding her daughters sent a shiver of anticipation through her; an orgasm broke free of its corral and trampled her. So sudden was the attack, that she nearly crushed Damon's skull in her thighs.

Damon had spent himself, thrusting his hips toward Kamakshi's face, even as she placidly watched and he'd gulped for air between her legs. As his dick had begun to slacken, he felt fingers against the head, nearly causing him to bite his tongue in surprise. Then, he felt a shock-wave run through the ork Chief laying on him -- Kamakshi's chest tightening, freezing her breath, and her legs clamped around his head. Desperate for air, and not having his neck broken, he pried against her thighs with his hands -- finding little purchase and less leverage. He managed to wedge his hands into the crutch of Kamakshi's knees and pull against the tendons there, sparing himself from the final spasms of her climax. Water splattered on his face... though not water, for it reeked of Kamakshi's arousal and tasted of her sex, and was too thick to be water.

Sweating, winded, and spent, Damon went slack beneath Kamakshi. For her part, the ork Shaman was struggling with the implications of this surprise orgasm. Planting her hands to either side of Damon's hips, again, she lifted herself up -- a film of sweat causing their skin to stick together a moment with a wet peeling sound as they parted. For the briefest moment, her face was only inches from his crotch -- and she breathed in his scent. It frustrated her, how much she wanted him. She could control her heat, in a way her daughters (or any ork, to her knowing) could not. It had been part of the reason Sidero had flourished when other bloodlines failed -- but it was also the reason Sidero had waned, when another bloodline might have been able to provide different seed. Even those, she had refused for the sake of her own pride.

Not stopping to be drawn-in by the lure of Damon's cock again, Kamakshi stood up smoothly and stretched, stepping away from the near-comatose human. She walked across the yurt, to a simple wooden platter laden with dried meat and foraged fruits and nuts. A large earthen pitcher of water sat beside it, and she took a moment to eat select morsels before quenching her belly's thirst. Sighing contentedly, she opened the front of the yurt, just as the sun's rays were basking the plains in the first light of morning.

Struggling up, Damon felt he'd caught his breath and the pain in his neck had eased -- though it still hurt to tilt his head or turn suddenly. He wondered if Kamakshi might consider healing his wounds (if she possessed such power) before continuing in her efforts to breed him. Further, he wondered how long he could resist her advances without getting himself killed -- or maimed, or (in some ineffable corner of his mind) "worse" - before realizing that he had stopped considering the ork Chief as his captor. He did not consider her a friend, by any stretch -- but his perception of her (and orks more generally) had been changed in the past day.

A single day?

Damon frowned, his fingers reaching up to prod his cheek, where a club had nearly obliterated his head not long ago. "How long have you kept me here?"

"Two nights and this morning." Kamakshi replied, turning to appraise him fully where he stood. Ensconced in daylight at the entrance of the yurt, Damon thought she looked more human than before. Having tasted her pussy, his loins certainly seemed to agree and his cock twitched with a delicious ache in effort to rally for another attempt at breeding. Kamakshi walked toward him, and he noticed the traces of his seed not quite dry on her face. The she-ork appeared to have forgotten or be indifferent to it, but touched his shoulder and smiled her dark-brown smile at him.

"How is it that, even now, you resist me, Damon?" Kamakshi lifted her hand and touched his face, an impulse to kiss and fondle him clamoring near the periphery of her mind -- though she pushed it away. "No male... no

spent

male has ever resisted my control."

Sensing an opportunity to lay a foundation for his escape, Damon considered her question deliberately -- even if it slipped his comprehension. Unable to find a clear path, he sued for time.

"You know, my seed is on your face." Damon looked her in the eye, then looked away, as if searching for something else in the yurt only he would see.

Kamakshi balked. Touching the sticky mess around her mouth, she examined the drying milk of Damon's cock as though it had wholly escaped her that it had ever been there. With a glare of her silvery eyes, she lewdly licked at her fingers. Damon's cock noticed perhaps even before his eyes did, and leaned up for a better look. She held both of his gazes for a long minute, her lips turning up in a smile as she gathered the traces of his semen with her fingers, licking and slurping it from her hand until her face was wet with her own saliva from the task. She looked down at Damon's dick, once again swelling in approval of her, and locked eyes with the human in a war of wills.

"You nearly broke my neck, when you came." Damon blushed, unable to escape her stare, and very aware of his nakedness. He felt more vulnerable now than when she had nearly killed him.

Kamakshi swallowed the accumulation of Damon's juice and her own spit, marveling at how each attack on his mind she made was deftly evaded or outright rebuffed. Strangely, she felt a rising wave of lust in her loins, drawing her closer to him -- a pleasurable, hot tingling twisting between her legs like an invisible mate taunting her pussy. She took a deep breath to purge the sensation, and her nose was filled with the scent of her own sex. The musk that had nearly overwhelmed her from Damon's crotch only moments before seemed painfully absent, and she realized that she missed it. Marshaling her thoughts, Kamakshi set her jaw and lowered her brow -- fairly pointing her tusks at Damon as she spoke.

"Humans are so delicate." She growled with far more anger than she initially intended. "It will be difficult for you to survive breeding even one of my daughters properly."

"I told you to kill me." Damon pondered. "Why haven't you?"

Kamakshi sneered at him, her silvery eyes alight, even with the sun rising beyond the yurt's walls shrouding them in contrasting shadows. She felt for Damon's defenses -- testing again and again -- only to be denied from his mind. How he resisted her, even now, amazed her. From the time he'd broken free of her control, the only other time she could control him was when he had been unconscious. His refusal seemed effortless to her and he appeared unaware that she was still, continuously, trying to invade his mind and wrest control of him.

"Because I need your seed, Damon." Kamakshi reached down and caressed his cock with her hand. For a human, his flesh was firm and pleasing to her -- even though he was smaller than any of her mules. His penis pulsed against her hand, not quite filling her hand but still making itself a focus of her attention. The realization of what she said seemed odd to her, using the word

need

to a human. She

wanted

his seed, to be sure, and it had been the crux of her efforts for almost two full days -- but

need

?

"No, you want my seed, for your tribe." Damon looked aside, the echo of their earlier exchange dredging up from the back of his mind. "You said as much: you want me to repopulate your tribe... I can't let you."

"I have sworn to protect South-wold." Kamakshi gripped his dick suddenly, squeezing firmly so that he would know he belonged to her. "I would

never

give such a gift for a mate -- but I have done this for you."

Damon winced with the pressure of her hand around his shaft -- the head of his dick swelling against the skin painfully. He dared not look down, and feared she would crush or violently pull... the fear made him shiver, and Kamakshi smiled at that; relishing her power over him. He stared fixedly into her eyes, praying to any god for some inspiration in how to escape with his life and (with no small amount of luck) his cock intact.

"Say I have given you this gift." Kamakshi snarled down at him, leaning forward and kissing his face -- her tusks bruising his cheek. "Tell me, when I cannot command your mind. Tell me you are

mine

."

At that, she pressed against him, wrapping her other arm to the back of his neck and mashing their lips together. The earnestness in her voice nagged at something that he couldn't quite place, even as he struggled to stand his ground. She caressed his dick, sending pleasant sparks up from his groin into his chest, tonguing his mouth and sucking at his lips... and he did not deny to himself that her form was pleasing... her aroma and physical skill intoxicating... but he knew his body could not withstand either her fury or any sincere breeding effort. There were no stories of kept seed-slaves, for humans only knew that anyone captured for breeding would be dead before or during the birth of whatever child was got of the pairing.

"You are going to kill me, one way or another." Damon managed, though his words fumbled and lisped, as Kamakshi's assault on his mouth did not relent. He felt her reaction, like a swelling of her breasts as she inhaled. She looked him in the eyes, and he could see a feverish hunger in those shining irises.

"

Never

." She sighed leaning down and holding him to her breasts, suddenly worried his refusal would cause him to sprout wings and fly from her. "I promised."

"You..." Damon didn't know what to make of her idea of a promise, but he decided to try being more blunt. "You could crush my skull with one hand."

"I could." Kamakshi sighed, relieved, though she wasn't entirely sure why this acknowledgment made any difference. He may as well have declared water to be wet.