Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, woke in the early morning, the sun just rising through the trees. He could tell because Marigold's cottage did not have curtains on the windows, although that did not bother him - they were far too isolated for anyone to come across them.
He turned to see if the witch was still asleep next to him and was disappointed to see that she was not. As always in the morning, his magic cock demanded attention. But he had learned that he could ignore it for many hours before its call grew too much so he did just that, climbing out of bed and walking into the main room still naked.
Marigold was stood in front of the cauldron there, stirring a blue liquid inside. "Good morning," she said, letting her eyes wander over him.
"Morning," Jeffrey smiled. "I should be on my way, Marigold. I must find the bandit camp."
The olive-skinned beauty nodded, brushing her white hair away from her face. She had dressed into her black robes. "I understand. But first, to help you in your endeavours, I am brewing you a potion."
"A potion?" he asked. "But you have already helped me tremendously with the magical parchment, Marigold."
"That was payment. This is a gift." She grinned at him, before tossing a powder into the liquid. It hissed for a moment, then went still. "Almost done, I just need one last thing." She turned to him then. "I need a sample of your life force, Jeffrey, to attune the potion to you." She started to slink towards him.
"A sample of my life force?"
Marigold nodded. "Yes. Blood is the usual source. It is quick and easy to obtain and there's normally plenty of it. But it's not the only source." She reached him then, and moved to whisper in his ear. "I can use your cum just as well, Jeffrey."
Suddenly she sank to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. Jeffrey moaned, quickly growing hard at the witch's work and soon his member was rigid. Marigold groaned onto his length, kissing and licking at every inch of flesh as she pleasured him with her mouth, using her lips and tongue and hands to bring him racing towards release.
They carried on that way for a few minutes as Jeffrey stared down lustfully at the white-haired witch so expertly sucking his cock and her eyes stared into his. He could feel her groans vibrating through his member and that was all he needed.
"Fuck!" he shouted as his orgasm hit him and his jizz spilled into her mouth. Yet Marigold did not swallow, instead letting his seed splash around her tongue. When he was done, she withdrew her head, reaching for a vial and spitting his cum into it.
"Perfect," she grinned wickedly, before moving to the cauldron and holding the vial above it. Catching Jeffrey's eye, she laughed. "Do not worry, Jeffrey, I will not add your seed to the potion. I do not expect you to drink your own cum."
He breathed a subconscious sigh of relief and Marigold giggled, before placing her finger on the bottom of the vial. Withdrawing it, a shining golden line connected her fingertip and the base of the vial, before she flicked it towards the potion. The glowing string splashed into the surface, the potion bubbling furiously. Then it went still. His cum remained in the vial, which she placed to one side. Then she dipped an empty flask into the cauldron.
"Your potion," she said happily, offering him the now-filled flask.
He took it gratefully. "What does it do?"
"It is an invisibility potion. It will hide you from sight for a full hour."
"An invisibility potion?" he gasped.
"Indeed. A single word of warning, however - when you are using it you must not cast any other spells. Magic will interfere with its effect. However, since you are a knight and not a wizard, I doubt there is much to concern yourself with."
Jeffrey was taken aback. This woman had provided him with two spectacular gifts, and all because he had let her travel on Swift. Well, that and fucked her so hard she had almost passed out from the pleasure. "Thank you, Marigold."
"No, thank you," the witch smiled. "And though it pains me to say it, Jeffrey, you must be on your way."
He agreed, returning to the bedroom to dress. Soon he was in his armour and he collected his pack. With a lingering kiss goodbye from Marigold, he mounted Swift and rode her away from the cottage, clutching the magic parchment in his hands and following the arrow.
Sir Jeffrey rode for many hours, never deviating from the direction of the map except where he had to follow a road or came across an obstruction. Even so, the arrow always made sure it was pointing in the right direction, flowing across the parchment like fresh ink. Jeffrey was amazed by it.
It was early evening when he saw the first signs of smoke in the distance. He had passed no villages for many hours and found himself well and truly in the wilderness. In the distance the mountains loomed tall, growing in size until they were breathtakingly large, and deceptively far away. The air was cooler here too.
Jeffrey reined Swift in to better look at the source of the smoke. Picking out a hill nearby, he angled the mare towards it and soon found himself looking down into a small valley. Sure enough, a few large tents were dotted around, surrounded by smaller ones. A wall of wooden spikes surrounded the encampment. It certainly looked like the bandit camp and the arrow on Jeffrey's magical parchment was pointing right at it.
He quickly led Swift back down the hill, knowing that a sentry might spot him if he stayed there too long. Then he moved back up the hill just enough to be able to see the camp once more but remain hidden from view. There, he began to plot his next move.
Slowly the sun sank towards the horizon and Jeffrey realised he was getting hungry, tired and horny. He sighed. He wished he could have brought Marigold with him, not just for her skills but also because he was sure she would have taken great delight in relieving him of his horniness.
A movement in some low-lying bushes at the base of the hill caught Jeffrey's attention. He flattened himself to the hill and crept forwards. A figure emerged from the bushes, moving towards Swift slowly and Jeffrey's breath caught. He could not allow any harm to come to his steed. Racing forwards as quietly as he could, he wished he had Narlissa's stealth.
But being dressed in full armour meant that he could not be very stealthy at all, and the figure whirled around to face him, withdrawing a sword. Jeffrey raised his hands. Was this a bandit?
"Who are you?" he demanded. "That is my steed."
"Are you among them?" the figure said in a strange accent, motioning towards the bandit camp. "A thief?"
Jeffrey shook his head violently. "I am not. I am Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land. I come on a noble task. Lower your weapon, please."
The figure lowered their weapon and stepped towards him. Jeffrey gasped.
It was a woman, wearing a tight leather chestpiece which stretched taut across a pair of large breasts and a short skirt with a chainmail overlay that served to highlight her long legs. She was tall, about 5'10" by Jeffrey's reckoning. Her figure was lovely, and her amber eyes equally so. What caught Jeffrey's attention the most, however, were the two almost-elven pointed ears on the side of her head, and her dull green skin.
An orc!
She did not look at all like he expected. From the stories he thought that orcs would be huge and barbaric looking, yet this woman was anything but. She was slender and feminine, as much so as any human woman, and just as gorgeous. With her pointed ears she looked like a taller and slightly broader elf, just with green skin. She didn't even have tusks or horns or any of the things he thought orcs might possess. She was simply a stunning woman.
"Then you hunt them too?" the woman said, nodding towards the encampment again.
Jeffrey took a moment to answer, so surprised by her presence was he. He had heard stories of orcs but never encountered one himself. He did not expect her to be so... attractive. Her brown hair was braided and held upwards in a tight ponytail. Orc or not, she was exceptionally hot and he was exceptionally horny. A familiar feeling ran through his groin.
He remembered then that she had asked him a question. "Yes, I do. And I guess so do you."
She nodded. "They have stolen something of my tribe's. If you wish to retrieve something from them, then we are allies, at least in this."
