Page 38 of Storms & Sacrifice
I can’t tell if that’s the actual plot or just Sir inferring something, but after witnessing the way the dude spent the last few scenes insulting, intimidating, and otherwise attacking poor Vakesh, I’m not sure I’d believer this guy isanyone’sfriend. The last scene ended with him tripping the guy right in front Khazak, to which he did nothing but pretend to laugh. It’s clear Khazak’s inability to stand up for Vakesh is starting to affect things between the two of them.
The fog rolls in and fades once more, showing the two orcs walking together through the forest. I assume it’s a forest. The few trees I see are all spread fairly far apart, probably so none of the action gets blocked. From the bows on their backs, it is apparent they are on a hunting trip. I think the fact that they are hunting together is significant in itself because before Khazak was going out on his own. Maybe he did it to get them both away from the others?
But Vakesh is having none of it. All his responses to Khazak are short and stilted, and his face betrays no emotion to the other orc. Khazak continues to try to get the smaller orc to open up, growing more and more frustrated, until he finally explodes with anger, drawing Vakesh into a shouting match. One that I can’t follow at all, but that is also short-lived because agiant fucking bearappears behind them.Is it getting bigger!?
The priorities for the two orcs change for obvious reasons, both dodging in separate directions as the bear charges them. It rears around to come at them again, further separating the two and making them draw their bows. Arrows are fired with a few connecting but even more missing. I actually feel myself getting anxious each time they come dangerously close to hitting each other.
Finally, as the orcs weave between the trees, it happens—just as Vakesh lands an arrow in the bear’s side that has it facing him and roaring in anger, one of Khazak’s arrows pierces him in the leg. Both orcs shout—one in pain and one in regret. The bear charges at the prone Vakesh, and without even thinking, Khazak calls out to it, firing arrows and doing whatever else he can to draw itsattention.
It works, but that’s where Khazak’s plan ends. As the bear turns on him, he reaches blindly for the sword on his back. The bear stomps forward, a little sluggish from blood loss but no less deadly. Khazak trips as he stumbles backward, landing flat on his ass with his back against a tree. Just as the bear draws close, Vakesh pushes himself up, and with a cry that is half anger, half pain, heleapsonto the back of the bear, driving his own sword down into the beast. With a final roar, the bear collapses in a heap, Vakesh rolling from its back to the ground.
Khazak rushes to Vakesh’s side, pulling him away from the slain bear. His voice is full of concern as he inspects his slave’s injuries, a broken arrow sticking out of his thigh. After a few more words, Khazak grips the arrow shaft in his hand and quickly pulls it from Vakesh’s body.Gods, I hope that was fake. As Vakesh cries out in pain, Khazak covers the wound with his hand, applying pressure until the injured orc is able to take over. He then wraps his arm around Vakesh’s shoulder, helping him to sit up before reaching into his bag again, this time pulling out a roll ofbandages.
Vakesh watches thoughtfully as Khazak wraps the bandage around his injured leg. Immediate danger taken care of, the two orcs begin to talk, the tone of their voices giving way to worry and warmth. I still can’t understand what they’re saying, but with the way they’re looking at each other and the dead bear, it’s not hard to piece together. Khazak finishes, but his touches grow no less tender, the larger man leaning in closer, until their lips touch for the first time...
Wait, did it just get darker?The sun was already low in the sky, but the lighting is somehowdifferent. As the kiss on stage deepens and Khazak moves to lay over Vakesh, I see the dead bear in the background shrinking away into nothingness. Which is good because I don’t know how many people really want to watch a sex scene next to a dead animal. Though the mood lighting almost puts things over the top.
Not that I mind when I feel a tusk-framed mouth kissing my neck or when the hands around my waist move down to my thighs. A glance to my left shows Nylan in a similar position, sitting on Ragnar’s lap while the orc molests him. Both Ragnar’s hands are up the front of his boy’s shirt, and I can see from the outside that they are latched onto both of his nipples, something that makes Nylan squirm inhis seat.
On stage, the action progresses, Khazak removing both of their shirts. He runs his hands over Vakesh’s chest, the prone orc shuddering at contact. Then, without warning, the larger orc grips the smaller’s pants by the waist, ripping them from his body. Those pants were probably made to rip like that, but it’s still hot. Vakesh seems too caught off guard by the action to move, or maybe he’s just decided he doesn’t want to run. Either way, I’m into it.
Sir—myownKhazak—dips his hands into my clothing, one scratching his blunt nails down my thigh while the other moves across my stomach. I can feel him growing hard again, and I grind down on instinct just as his hand reaches my crotch. He bypasses my cock entirely, going straight for my sack, cupping it gently. He rolls my balls between his fingers, just as his other handleaves me.
The onstage-Khazak is working on preparing his boy, hiking Vakesh’s non-injured leg up and burying the first of his fingers in the other orc’s hole.We really got lucky with these seats. Not that the other end of the small stadium minds, I can see just as much action going on over there. Sir’s missing hand returns, this time with something cold in his palm. When he presses it to my stomach, I feel the workings of a familiar spell; it’s my cleansing charm.
The hand on my balls releases me and moves farther downward, Sir spreading his own thighs to further spread mine. His fingers prod at my hole, and I’m thankful as they stretch me open because onstage, Khazak already has Vakesh on his side and is kneeling up over one of his legs, preparing to mount him. As stage-Khazak pushes himself forward, my Khazak’s fingers leave my hole, and after a little maneuvering and a hand across my waist holding me steady, I’m lowered ontohis cock.
I’m glad the charm adds some lube because I’m not sure Khazak used much more than spit on himself. I can see stage-Khazak’s ass flexing as he bottoms out inside Vakesh at the same time that I am fully seated on my Khazak’s lap. Just as stage-Khazak’s hips begin to pump into his boy, mine snaps his hips up, drawing a groan from both bottoms. I blindly reach an arm behind me, grabbing for Sir’s neck to steady myself as he uses his strength to lift and lower me onhis cock.
Fuck. At this angle, he’s rubbing against my prostate on each stroke, and gravity is making sure I takeeveryinch. I look left, sure that Nylan is going through something similar, andyep, he’s straddling Ragnar, the two in a heavy lip-lock.Can’t see the show that way, Ny.I feel Khazak biting into my neck, andI whimper.
I can’t help but look around the stadium at the rest of the audience, some of them like the two of us, and others in all sorts of positions. I catch a few people bent over the seat in front of them, some with their heads in someone else’s lap, and more than a few masturbating. The guy on our right is going totownon himself. All while Sir sucks marks onto my neck—I can feel them, and they aredefinitelygoing to be visibletomorrow.
I feel the cock inside of me flex, and I wonder if he’s getting close already. After everything we did last night, that’s pretty impressive. Fuck, I thinkI’malready getting close. Judging by the groans and growls coming from the stage, so are the two actors. If Vakesh hasn’t already; his moans are nearly continuous.I don’t think they’re acting anymore.Stage-Khazak’s cock is slamming in and out of Vakesh’s ass, and I can see the poor orc’s knuckles tensing as he struggles to hold himself steady against the fake-forest floor. Can’t be good for his leg.
Stage-Khazak’s thrusts are getting volatile, and I think the real one’s are too. I watch as the orc on the arena floor slams into his partner, doubling over to capture the smaller orc’s mouth as he growls out his orgasm. That, plus the relentless pounding of therealKhazak’s thick shaft, is enough to send me over my own edge. I cry out weakly as my anal muscles push against the intruder with no hope of moving him.
I barely have the mind to keep a grip on the back of Sir’s neck as he drives himself into me, or me down onto him, I’m really not sure anymore. Not really thinking anything beyond, “oh fuck, more dick.” All around me, I can hear the sounds of people reaching their own climaxes. I can also smell it—cum has a very distinct scent. There’s also the matter of the teeth on my neck, each bite sending another spark of electricity down my spine. I truly don’t know how much more I can take and am ready to thank the gods when I feel Sir’s cock finally growing inside me, right before he brings me down to his lap one final time. He holds me there, his body quaking with a groan as he breedsme deeply.
I barely register the lights returning to normal, but then I hear the voices on stage return, and I lift my head. Khazak is holding Vakesh in the afterglow, speaking to him in hushedwhispers.
“He is apologizing, telling him that he regrets the way they met, the way things have been,” Khazak rumbles against my back. “Calling himself a coward and saying that he wants things to be different.”
I can hear a familiar twinge of regret in my Khazak’s voice as the two orcs on stage continue to hold one another, the fog rolling in once more with a single bell chime.
“Intermission,” Khazak tells me as I feel his softening cock slip from my hole. On my left, Nylan climbs off Ragnar with more of an audiblepopthan I would haveexpected.
Before I can stand, I feel something cold and blunt pressing against my entrance—a plug. I turn as Sir helps me to stand, my legs a little wobbly with an indignant look on my face. My pants, which were halfway down my thighs, are pulled all the way up. At least I won’t leave a wet spot on the seat of my pants. Though I can’t say the same for the front of my underwear. I take comfort in the knowledge that I’m probably not theonly one.
The four of us file down the stairs to the lobby. It’s crowded, most people lining up for the bathrooms for obvious reasons. Thankfully our hygiene needs are not as bad as a few others (thank you, cleansing charm), so we are happy to wait in a corner for things to die down first.
“What do you think so far?” Khazak asks when we’re in the corner.
“Of the play or of the fact that you share a name with one of the characters?” I give the orc a questioning look.
“They share more than just a name,” Ragnar muses.
“What does he mean?” This should be afun story.
