Page 37 of Storms & Sacrifice
Two older women walk through the open gates, both orcs with black hair pulled back into a bun. They’re the same two women I talked to before my fight, who offered to help me “prepare.”They must be in charge around here.The two of them step onto the stage, the crowd going silent as they address everyonein unison.
“They are making a small introduction. This is the sixty-fifth year of the festival, and this play has been performed at each one.” Khazak leans over to translate for me. “It is aboutto begin.”
With a flourish, the two women cast a spell that blankets the arena floor in a thick fog. I can see the silhouettes of people as they move through it but can’t make out how many or who, not until a minute later when the fog dissipates to reveal a now populated stage. As soon as the fog is gone, the action begins.
A group of orcs now populates the camp. I count six in total, all wearing very heavy looking brown leather armor. I say heavy-looking because as thick as it seems, the actors seem able to move in it very easily. It’s also very exaggerated, the shoulder pads flourishing in ways that make no sense for battle.Stage armor.The focus seems to be on three orcs in the center who are talking. I have no problem hearing them, thanks to whatever magic is being used to amplify their voices, but that doesn’t mean I can understand them.
“The one on the left with the longer black hair? That is the ‘hero’ of the story, the head of the Steelrun clan, and the leader of the entire Proudhunter tribe,” Khazak whispers, pointing at the tall orc with very broad shoulders on the left. “Their scouts have reported an impending attack from an opposing tribe, the Ragebloods, with whom they have an intenserivalry.”
Well, I guess as long as I have Sir here to translate for me, it won’t be so bad. “What’shis name?”
“Khazak.”Wait, what?
I don’t get any clarification because at that exact moment sixmoreorcs appear, all clad in black-colored armor. Like literally from out of nowhere—I assume through more magic. A fight breaks out with each orc conveniently having their own sparring partner. Funny how thatworks out.
All six pairings break into their own skirmishes, spreading out into the arena. The weapons of choice seem to be swords, but I spot a couple of axes in the mix as well. One by one, each fight resolves, mostly with the interlopers being defeated, sometimes in death. One of them manages to escape, running back through the open arena gate after taking out hisattacker.
There are only two orcs still standing. One is our main character, “Khazak,” and his opponent is a smaller orc with short brown hair, wearing the same black armor as the rest of his compatriots. While the larger orc is clearly stronger, this guy is a lot faster, moving with much more finesse—dodging, rolling, even flipping out of the way. It’s impressive, even knowing they probably had weeks topractice.
The smaller orc manages to trip stage-Khazak, sending him tumbling to the ground. Sword in hand, he rears back, ready to end things...when at the last second Khazak rolls out of the way and trips him in return. He is quickly disarmed on his way down, Khazak standing with his sword posed at his enemy’s neck in victory.Yeah, okay, maybe I’m seeing a few similarities here.
In the aftermath of the battle, the remaining orcs gather together once again. It looks like the “good guys” lost two men, but so did the invaders with the third running away. The three remaining black-armored orcs are pushed to their knees in the center, where “Khazak” grips his opponent roughly by the hair and speaks down to him before the stage is filled withfog again.
“He was declaring his tribe’s victory and speculating that they would make good use of their new prisoners.” Khazak quickly fills me in on what his stage counterpart was saying.
“Wait, can we go back to the part where he has the same name as you?”Are we not going to talk about that?
“Yes, he does, and the orc he just defeated is the play’s other hero.” Khazak points to the action resuming on stage. “His name is Vakesh of the Gorecrash clan.”
The fog dissipates to reveal a new scene. The tents have been moved to the sides and in the center is what looks like a fighting ring. Standing around it are at least a dozen orcs, all wearing the same brown colors as the orcs in the first scene. Inside of the ring are two orcs in the middle of a fight, both stripped down to only loincloths.
It’s over pretty fast—a few punches are swung before it turns into a wrestling match with one orc quickly pinning the other to the ground. Outside the ring, a more official-looking orc (I dunno, it’s his clothes or something) says something that causes the orc winning the grapple to drop his opponent, a triumphant smirk on his face. As the other orcs cheer, he drags the defeated orc off to one of the tents, his captive barely putting up a struggle.Not hard to figure out what’s gonna happen there.
The orc says something else and gestures for two new opponents to enter the ring: Vakesh and Khazak. They are dressed the same as the last duo, both clad in a pair of loincloths. The two move to opposite sides of the ring, Khazak looking cocky while Vakesh is considerably more nervous. The orc overseeing the match shouts, and the two leap into action.
Another fight starts, one which sees Vakesh on the defensive, dodging wherever he can. He’s got a lot less room to work with here, and things end the same as the last fight with the new prisoner pinned to the floor by his opponent. I’m expecting the rest of the scene to play out the same way, the two of them going back to a tent, but it doesn’t. Khazak rears up and declares something loudly to the gathered orcs around him. Expecting a translation, I’m instead hauled into the lap ofmyKhazak. I look back at him questioningly.
“I thought it would be easier to translate this way.” He shrugs, but the playful look on his face says otherwise. “Khazak just declared his intent to personally own Vakesh.”
The last orc didn’t do that when he won, but whatever.Drama!I figure that’s where the scene will end and am once again surprised when the Khazak on stage keeps one of Vakesh’s arms pinned to his back, reaching down with his free hand to tug the smaller orc’s loincloth down past his ass. Then he reaches into his own and pulls out his dick. His very erect dick that I somehow didn’t notice until just now.What?!
I want to turn around and ask, but I’m too mesmerized by the action in front of me. Stage-Khazak spits into his hand, slicking it over his cock before angling his hips down and slamming into Vakesh, straight to the hilt. Hereallystarts to fuck him too, and as much as Khazak seems to be enjoying it, Vakesh is clearly struggling. His face is contorted, if not pain then at least discomfort, as he is pounded into. If Khazak—my Khazak—had fucked me like that the first time, I’m not sure I would have taken to it the way I have. No kissing, no prep work, just right tobusiness.
That doesn’t mean it’s not still hot to watch—and knowing they’re acting certainly helps me not feel guilty. I’m not the only one who thinks so either, judging from the growing lump I’m sitting on. Even a few of the men and women on stage are groping themselves. Still, I jump when I feel Sir’s hand snaking into my crotch to grab at my dick.
“Sssshh,” he whispers before I can protest. “People are tryingto watch.”
I roll my eyes, though a glance around reveals that he’s not wrong. But the fact that everyone isalsogroping themselves makes me feel a lot less bad. The guy on our right has just straight up pulled out his dick, whole hog.Not bad looking.There’s a much better show on stage, though.
Things come to an end a few minutes later when stage-Khazak cums with a very loud growl. I’m not sure he actually came, especially considering we have a lot more play to go. He pulls out with and stands triumphantly over his prey, still-hard cock hanging between his legs. The magical fog once again rolls in to changethe scene.
The hand in my crotch moves to rest around my waist, though I can still feel Sir half-hard underneath me himself. The next few scenes play out in quick succession, all carrying the same theme: the two orcs grow closer, even though it is apparent they should not. Khazak shows Vakesh how to clean his weapons, the two standing just a little too close for a little too long. Vakesh helps tend to Khazak’s injuries after he returns from a hunting trip. Khazak begins taking more of his meals with Vakesh—and tries to shield him from some of the abuse of the other orcs.
Throughout all of this, it is made clear that this is not a relationship of equals—namely by the thick leather collar locked around Vakesh’s neck. There’s also the way Khazak ends every interaction by loudly and roughly establishing his authority, usually by somehow physically dominating Vakesh. Knocking him to the side, shoving him to the ground—anytime there’s a tender moment between them, Khazak hasto react.
Still, the moments of tenderness do not go unnoticed. The other orc slaves can see the difference in how they are treated, and they begin to resent Vakesh for it, even bullying him. The free orcs of the tribe see the favoritism as well and do what they can to make life harder for the slave when they think their leader isn’t watching. Khazak himself is torn between wanting to protect his slave and the pressure from his tribe to be a more ruthless master. One orc in particular seems to take pleasure out of relentlessly taunting Vakesh.
“That is Riktal, the tribe’s second in command,” Sir informs me as the scene changes again. “He is alsosupposedto be Khazak’s best friend.”
