Chapter 2 #3
The shaman steps into his tent while Glasha heads for the supply tent.
Wu’dag returns with a small pouch, but Glasha comes back with a bunch of knives.
Right, we have to actually butcher this thing.
She hands one of the knives to Arik, setting the rest to the side.
Both orcs stand back while Wu’dag reaches into his pouch and sprinkles a white powder over the corpse as he walks around it, casting a spell.
I see the powder start to glow, but then it’s gone, absorbed by the body.
“What was that?” I ask Khazak.
“Preservation spell,” Wu’dag answers for himself. “Just needs a pinch of salt. A lot of priests and healers use it to preserve bodies after death, to wait for a funeral or in case the body needs to be transported. However, it can also be used to stop meat from spoiling.”
“How long does it last?” Learning all kinds of things about magic today.
“About a week.” Wu’dag eyes the corpse as the two orcs wielding knives roll the corpse onto its side and start making their cuts. “Ugh, I cannot usually stomach this part. I will be in my tent.”
I quickly realize my stomach shares Wu’dag’s sentiments.
I know we have to drain and clean the meat first but.
..there’s a lot of blood. Like, a lot. Turns out I am more than happy to leave that part of where my food comes from a mystery.
I hope the tent walls block out the hacking noises. “I think I’m gonna go, too.”
“I have a better idea.” Khazak smiles, a twinkle in his eye. “How is your ankle feeling?”
“Never better.” I kick out the foot in question.
“Excellent.” He turns to the other orcs. “David and I are going to go and get cleaned up.” The orcs wave us off, Khazak stopping to grab his bag from our tent on our way out. We leave camp and head southwest.
“So, I noticed you didn’t jump on the pig-slicing bandwagon back there. Not a fan?” Not that I blame him.
“Not when I can help it,” he admits. “There is a reason I use a butcher in the city. I am lucky. Not everyone can afford that. We have only kept livestock in V’rok’sh Tah’lj the last fifty years or so.
Many orcs still supplement their diets by hunting.
We will likely see a few in the forest over the course of the week.
” It is a big city, and orcs need more meat in their diets than most.
We walk for another fifteen minutes when I hear running water in the distance.
I remember the small stream we crossed on the way here and figure it’s that.
There are some hills ahead of us that Khazak seems to be headed for or at least leading us around.
The sound of water only gets stronger as we climb up, and when we reach the top, I am amazed by the sight that greets us.
“Welcome to Shad’rok Springs,” Khazak announces.
I look over the springs ahead of us, the focal point being the large pool in the center.
The water is so clear that I can see turtles swimming underneath.
There are other smaller ponds around the center pool, and a few places where the springs split off into rivers and streams. There’s even a small waterfall feeding into the whole thing.
“It’s beautiful.” So beautiful it almost feels wrong to be here.
“Very.” Khazak takes my hand, leading me down to the shore where he drops his bag. He reaches for his shirt, pulling it over his head and smirking. “Feels good too.”
I take the hint, pulling off my own shirt before reaching for my belt.
Khazak’s naked a split second before I am, wading into the shallow waters with a hand outstretched for me.
The water is cool as it hits my legs, though not in an unpleasant way.
We walk a few more steps before reaching the edge of a drop, the small lake going deeper than it appears.
I can still see all the way to the floor, though.
I’m the first to jump in, Khazak right behind me.
The temperature is a small shock to the system, but I warm up quickly, especially with another body so close.
There’s some touching, even flirting as we swim together.
At one point, I dive down to see if I can touch the bottom (I can), and on the way back up, I goose him on the ass, which devolves into a short-lived splash fight, which then morphs into a little making out.
Which it turns out is not that easy to do when you’re swimming.
After a while, we’re both just floating there together, enjoying the peace around us.
Eventually we have to get out—we are out here to work after all—and we wade our way up the shore to our clothes.
Sucks that we have to air dry now, but that was worth it.
I see Khazak bent over and reaching into his bag and have to fight the urge to pinch him again.
He’s got a nice ass. He pulls out a big green and white blanket, shaking it out and spreading it flat over a patch of grass.
Tossing the bag to one side, he lays down, patting a spot at his side for me to join him.
“What’s all this?” I ask as I lower myself to the blanket.
Before he answers, Khazak pulls me to him. I shiver as he kisses me, our wet bodies cooling in the spring air.
“It was recently brought to my attention that you lost your virginity to a brute.” He tucks a lock of wet hair behind my ear.
“As your kavan, it only seemed appropriate that I remedy that.” He calls himself the corresponding title to my avakesh, meaning guardian and protector as well as owner.
I ignore the fact that he is the brute in question because I wanna see where this is going.
He leans in to kiss me again before moving his lips to my ears and then neck.
He sucks a wet trail of kisses down my shoulders and chest, running his hands across my stomach light enough to tickle.
He lathes his tongue over each of my nipples, reaching over to his bag with one arm when he moves to my stomach.
After rummaging around, his hand emerges clutching my trusty cleansing charm.
I’m glad one of us remembered to pack that.
He kisses my stomach before placing the small stone in the same spot, where it warms as it activates.
This handy little thing is enchanted with a spell that cleans me out and even lubes me up a little, which makes prepping for sex a lot easier.
I gotta admit—I find it kinda hot when he does it to me, getting me ready for him to use—though I’m getting the feeling that it’s not going to be that kind of a session.
He puts the charm away while he moves down to my thighs, licking and then biting the insides gently before turning his face directly into my crotch.
He nuzzles against my sack before moving up to my rapidly growing cock, engulfing me fully.
I moan, reaching down by reflex to grab his hair, and I realize this is maybe the first time he hasn’t bound my hands during sex or ordered me to keep them in place.
It’s...different. I run my fingers through his damp hair as he bobs up and down, catching his eye when he looks up at me.
With a final lick, he releases my length, motioning for me to flip onto my stomach.
He spreads my legs, hiking one up slightly as he lowers his mouth to my body again, this time running his tongue across my hole.
I shudder and bite my lip. I love when he does this.
He slowly licks over my hole again and again until he decides he wants more and pushes it inside of me.
I can’t help but press back when he spears me on his tongue, steadily driving it in and out of me.
He squeezes my backside with both hands, gently kneading the flesh as he feasts.
It almost feels like it’s over too soon, or it would if I wasn’t so eager to move onto the next part.
He flips me back over, climbing up my front as he reaches into his bag once again.
He slots our bodies together as he kisses me again, and it is certainly an interesting thing to taste yourself, your own (clean) ass, on someone else’s mouth.
It’s not bad, just different, and I’ve certainly gotten used to it the past few weeks.
When he pulls back, I see he’s grabbed the oil. I love that he’s always so prepared.
He moves to lay beside me, keeping me flat on my back and pulling one of my legs over his.
Uncorking the bottle, he pours some onto his fingers and reaches them between my spread legs.
I feel his slippery fingers slide between my cheeks until they find their target, slowly circling my rim.
The first finger enters me slowly, the feeling of being breached making me close my eyes and moan.
Khazak leans down as he presses in deeper, stroking his finger over that little nub inside me he’s informed me is called my prostate, and I jump at the jolt of pleasure it sends through my body.
He keeps pushing inside, not stopping until he reaches the last knuckle, before kissing me again, stroking my tongue with his own as he pumps his finger in and out of my body.
Soon a second finger joins the first, and I whimper once I start feeling the burn of being stretched.
Khazak doesn’t stop until both fingers are easily gliding in and out of my hole, which doesn’t take very long thanks to all the practice I’ve been getting lately.
Once he’s satisfied, he moves between my spread legs, slicking his cock up as he lifts them to his shoulders.
He rubs the head of his cock against my hole briefly before pushing in.
The position is a little awkward, the angle not great for leverage and the ground less than comfortable, but that kind of adds to the charm of the whole thing.
I mean, I’m supposed to be losing my virginity again, right? Awkwardness is expected.