Page 30 of Storms & Sacrifice
Thatcertainly jogs my memory, and I get a flash of Brull feeding me his dick earlierand blush.
“Are you okay? Was it...alright?” He sounds nervous when he asks, watching my facecarefully.
“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting it but...it wasn’t hard to get into.” Despite some of his bristles, I like Brull. “But... I thought I remember you saying something about not sharing me?”
“I said I would not share you with my brother.Thatwould be strange for what I hope are very obvious reasons.” Glad to hear they aren’t big fans of incest around here. “Brull is someone I trust, especially inthatarea. I had a feeling, should something happen, that you would feel comfortablewith him.”
“How did you know it would happen?” That was a gamble if you ask me.Yeah, I still lie to myselfsometimes.
“I did not, for certain.” Khazak stands and stretches his arms. “I knew he would be helping with the bondage, and that he would be flogging you, but for the rest, I waited. I wanted to see what would happen in the moment, what developed naturally. Had I sensed things going the other way, or had you said something, things would have proceeded differently.” He runs his hand through my hair. “I would say it worked out.”
“Yeah.” I’m feeling bashful for some reason. “What did he...flogme with, anyway?” I’m only familiar with that term when it means like, getting lashed as punishment. Something that thankfully hasn’t been done for years back home inNorthlake.
“This.” Khazak bends down to pick up an object lying next to his bag. “A cat-of-nine tails. He gifted us this one as a thank you for the demonstration.”
In Khazak’s hand is something that looks like a short whip. Well, several whips, all attached to the same black wooden handle. Each of the lashes are short and flat, strips of leather maybe a foot and a half long. The end of each strip is tied into a tight knot, which explains the thud I felt followed by pin pricks.
“Did you enjoy it?” He’s gauging my reaction again.
I pause and think before nodding my head. “I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t that. It was different than being spanked, and it definitely helped with the whole...subspace thing.”
“You looked amazing as you took it, and the marks it left on you were lovely.” Khazak smiles as he places the flogging device into his bag before stepping over and putting his hand on my shoulder to turn me and look at my backside. “Pity they are already fading.” Right then, my stomach growls.“Hungry?”
“I guess so.” I put my hand on my belly.Haven’t eaten sincebreakfast.
“Good.” Khazak reaches out to help me up from the bed. “Because we have dinner plans.”
We make a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, and I can’t help but use the mirror to check out the marks he’s talking about. The skin of my ass is pink, a few lines visible along the tops and bottom. I gotta admit, they look pretty nice. I trace my finger over one, biting my lip at the slight twinge of pain, which I oddly don’t dislike feeling.
After that, the two of us get dressed.Actuallydressed—the harnesses go in the bag, and our regular shirts are pulled on. It helps me feel a little more like a human again. Apersonagain. We exit into the front of the store to say a quick goodbye to Brull, who is busy handling the evening rush. Looks like the night’s festivities are just getting started.
We make our way out onto the streets, already packed with other festival goers. We wander around for a bit; I assume because we’re still a little early for dinner. We watch another intense and dangerous looking fire-dancing performance where they seem to only barely miss burning their partner to a crisp. Khazak swears they aren’t usingany magic.
Eventually, my stomach’s growling gets loud enough that we head to the restaurant. I can’t read the sign on the place, of course, but Khazak tells me the name of the place isBauzi’kro, which translates to “The Iron Pan.”. It’s no less busy inside, though it doesn’t seem like we need to worry about getting a table when Khazak walks right in. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s just like any other restaurant. A large room filled with tables. Most of them are full, but I spot Ragnar and Nylan at the same timeas Khazak.
“You guys having a good night?” Ragnar asks, retaking his seat after we’ve all hugged our hellos.
“For the last half hour this one has been awake.” Khazak rubs my neck ashe teases.
“Good nap?” Nylan asks me from acrossthe table.
I nod, the weird nonverbal feeling returning now that we’re around people again.
“Really great performance, guys,” Ragnar tells us both. “I’ve been trying to get Ny to do something like that for years, but he’stoo shy.”
“See, when David whines and moans, he sounds hot. When I do it, I sound high pitched and nasally.” Nylan shakes his head. “Nobody wants to hear that.”
“...Scared you can’t take as much as me, huh?” I can’t help but taunt thehalf-elf.
Nylan doesn’t say anything—that might mean committing to something he’s not sure he wants to do—but he narrows his eyes at my challenge. Our orcs both laugh, and the three slip into small talk with me occasionally adding something. A few minutes later, another familiar looking orc makes his way over toour table.
“Evening, boys. Enjoying the festival?” Rurig, one of Khazak’s fathers, steps up to our table wearing a slightly stained apron. Khazak told me he owned part of a restaurant, but I didn’t realize that’s where we’re eating.
“Yes, Ruda. Very much,” Khazak answers with a smile. “Has it been busy?”
“Just look around.” Rurig gestures to the full room. “I only even came in because they needed the extra hands.” He looks over to Nylan and Ragnar slyly. “Good thing they did not need extrafeet, eh?”
I laugh along with the two of them—Nylan even snorts—while Khazak groans. “You make that joke every time.”
