****
Falling leaves.
Here he was, the disinherited son of minor nobility, once forced to live with his uncle because his father died and his mother was remarried to an Orc. His mother had new children, and these children were chosen to inherit the land that ought to belong to him.
Now he was about to put his mettle on the line, to fight for coin, to fight in Trogar’s celebratory games, because he had nothing left after his ‘brothers’ sold his uncle’s estate after his death, pocketing the money from the sale that should have belonged by rights to him. He didn’t even get recompense from his ‘second’ father. What a fucking dishonour it was.
But Ernaut wasn’t bitter about it, or sorrowful; he was apathetic about the whole affair because he knew deep down that somehow his life would take on a new leaf, even when he was on the precipice. Because to not hope that something would change for him for the better would somehow crush him. Live with hope inside, or live with nothing but fire and hate, that great-burning forge inside the soul… he knew which one stressed him less, which one gave him strength instead of sorrow.
How fortunate that instead of focusing on the finer details of noble life he decided to focus on learning how to fight; how to best wield and use a sword or a mace, how to use a quarterstaff and spear; so that in all things of a martial hue he would never know peril. It was going to be these skills that were going to earn him his bread and butter until such a time that he could find hire as a mercenary, or even perhaps as a retainer for a minor lord and from that seek further fortunes down the line. And when he had enough fame, he would marry into a wealthy family and start life anew, he saw it now, within his head, the life he wanted to live. This was his resolve.
And here he was, the moment that he had waited months for. Here was his chance to show his mettle, his resolve as a man, now that he had turned old enough to be called such. Eighteen years old, such a magical age to be. Perhaps he would gain the coin he needed to kick-start his journey to further heights. By nineteen, he hoped to live well.
“Ernaut of Stropford, take to the ring.” The announcer shouted over the crowd. A trumpet call soon offered its roar, filling the crowd with excitement.
Ernaut walked up to the fence-posted ring, his mail armour shone with the sun. His buckler was hung to a hip, secured around his belt by a loose knot. His arming sword remained in its leather scabbard, secured on the left side of his belt.
The young noble raised his hands high, trying to earn the praise of the crowd. He drew little in the way of cheering, and that pricked at Ernaut’s pride.
“Sir Lorak, take the ring!” The announcer called out. The cheers from the crowd came pouring down. Hoots and catcalls came from the women, and certain garments were thrown, swaying in the air as though they were like leaves falling from a tree.
The human had never heard of his opponent, nor had he ever seen him. But, from the cheering, he thought that he must have been a great fighter.
Ernaut realized that his opponent was an orc, which filled him with emotions that seized upon his heart, the hint of anger, the tinge of stress and anxiousness. The size was the clear give-away that his opponent was an orc, even though his opponent’s face was covered by a front-caged helmet. The orc armoured himself in mail, and he wielded a great axe. The edge was dulled, but the killing potential still remained.
Ernaut liked his chances of victory; he wielded a buckler to defend himself, while his opponent was armed with only his axe.
‘Alright, calm down… maybe this orc won’t be an asshole.’ Ernaut thought to himself as he tried to control his breathing.
The orc entered the stage and raised his axe high, earning the fevered pitch of the crowd in response.
“These two men fight for the prize, two hundred golden marks… make your ready…” The announcer shouted.
The orc raised his axe high into the air, waiting for the match to start.
“You should give up, Human. You couldn’t possibly win against me.” The Orc taunted.
‘Well, this orc might be a bit of an asshole, but kicking his ass might change his tune.’ Ernaut thought with a smirk.
Ernaut took to his ward, both hands raised true and to the front of himself, with his buckler placed above the hilt of his sword, covering his sword hand whilst he made simple wrist motions with the sword, then finally he made a small flourish, using cutting arcs that were smooth and highly accurate whilst using the buckler to guard the hand as it moved to and fro, to display off his skill to his opponent. He didn’t feel like taunting back, he felt it was better to show the orc his merit through his skill at arms. Still, he hated the feelings that would show up whenever an orc called him ‘human’, because certain figures in his past still made him tremble with rage at that word.
“Fight!”
Ernaut heard the call, and readied his feet.
His opponent made the first move, swinging his axe down into a mighty blow.
Ernaut’s legs propelled him forwards, sword moving towards his opponent whilst he presented the edge of his buckler to the swinging axe. The axe struck the edge and lost some of its momentum as it deflected off, moving to the side whilst Ernaut’s sword struck Lorak in the chest. Ernaut smiled, knowing what to do. he would pull the axe with his buckler hand and deprive his foe of his weapon. ‘Take the haft in my palm. Side step and pull, attack the hands and thrust to the head. I must grip the axe, but fear being pulled.’
And so the human’s instincts acted. With the palm of his buckler hand he gripped the haft of the axe and took a side-step, moving his hips to a side to generate extra force into his pull. The orc held onto the axe with full force whilst Ernaut’s sword made a quick slash for his opponent’s wrists, hoping to damage his opponent in the hand, or to force the orc to lose the grip on his weapon.
Lorak was about to pull the axe backwards but saw the sword arcing through at the final moment. The human was skilled enough to know that he was not strong enough to counteract should Lorak pull the weapon, which is why he made it so that Lorak would be unable to act.
“Fuck!” Lorak shouted. This was not his average noble-boy seeking fame and fortune, this one had some requisite knowledge in martial training.
Lorak dropped his great axe before the strike came to his hands, quickly stepping backwards in half-jumps so that the human could not make a follow-up thrust to his face. Lorak knew full-well that to have kept a grip on the axe would have resulted in having his hands being struck by his opponent’s sword and would allow for his opponent to utilise a variety of grappling or sword moves on him. Superior strength isn’t going to help you much when you’re arm’s are binded and you have a sword on your neck.
Although the match was decided by strikes to the head which would score a point, gaining strikes to the limbs could allow for an opponent to gain an advantage by damaging their opponent’s limbs until they were less effective. The fight was decided by whoever scored three points, or by submission. Lorak wanted submission, but that was unlikely to be found given his opponent, unless he was lucky.
‘I will show this human who is boss, I cannot be defeated’ Lorak thought to himself.
The human set his sword down on the centre of the ring and then he removed his buckler and set it down over the sword, quickly leaving with the great axe held in a guard.
‘He’s switching up the weapons,’ Lorak thought. ‘Interesting, he must think that I don’t know how to use a sword in conjunction with a buckler. He’s wrong.’
Lorak quickly rushed up to take the sword and buckler, hoping that his human opponent wouldn’t take the opportunity to rush forwards and strike him. Instead, Lorak watched as his opponent examined his great axe.
Ernaut took to the right side of the ring whilst Lorak gathered up the weapons. He tested the balance and handling of the axe and found that like most axes, the great axe in his hands was most agile on the end without the head, so Ernaut planned to exploit on his superior knowledge of spearplay.
‘I am quite good with the quarterstaff and the spear, and with the axe like this, I could surely utilise some of the same moves.’
And so, Ernaut held the axe in such a way so that the shaft was held furthest out and presented forward much like a spear, whilst the axe head was facing towards Ernaut’s back, ready to strike a deadly blow whenever Ernaut found a weakness that could be exploited.
And so it was that Ernaut prodded and teased with the axe haft like a scorpion showing its stinging tail, trying to provoke his opponent into action.
Lorak saw the Human’s intent just by watching how he utilised the axe. ‘Well, this human isn’t dumb, he wants to figure out how I guard, how I react, then when he spots a weakness he will strike with the axehead. Expect thrusts and faints, watch my legs and face, force the fight to my terms.’
Ernaut began to slowly move towards his opponent, watching how he moved, how he acted. ‘This Orc is cautious, not driven to rage… how do I act. What do I…?’ Ernaut’s thoughts were interrupted by Lorak, who quickly thrust at the human with his sword, buckler guarding Lorak’s sword hand.
Ernaut reacted by trained instinct, presenting the shaft of the axe like a spear for a thrust that was done from overhead so that Lorak’s sword could not make an attack for his sides or to his head unless he found his shaft was moved in a bind. Only Ernaut’s hands would be vulnerable, and that was his chief concern.
Ernaut was hoping for the Orc to use his buckler to bat the shaft aside, through which Ernaut could redirect the haft and reverse the weapon such that the axehead would find itself near the vicinity of the orc’s head. Then he would make a sideways slice for the Orc’s head or hook him around the neck and draw him forward to be beaten forthwith with a strike of the knee to the orc’s head, which would count as a point. Alternatively, he could try hitting the buckler on its edge, trying to force it up high where it would lock-up the Orc’s sword whilst giving ample room for Ernaut to thrust the axe-shaft into Lorak’s face, scoring him a point.
Lorak felt as his buckler struck the shaft. With a single motion, he moved the buckler to its side and quickly wrapped his hand around the shaft and pulled with all his might, using the sword to try to deliver a thrust at that same moment because the sword could not deliver a cut strike to Ernaut’s head. ‘The human will come crumbling down, I will win!’
Ernaut felt the pull and he knew that he could not do a thing to counteract this motion.
But as a teacher taught him, react to strength with weakness, and from that weakness react with strength. So it was that the human quickly stepped to the right side, the side where Lorak’s sword would not be able to reach around as effectively as from the left side, because his buckler was in the way of the sword. ‘You may be stronger than me, orc… But I will beat you and win the prize, because my life depends on this victory!’
The human dropped his grip on the axe, allowing the Orc to pull the weapon away from his hands. Ernaut barely missed a strike aimed for his head whilst he made a step forwards.
‘That bastard, he’s going to trip me over!’ Lorak screamed inside of his head.
Ernaut took one more step forward and pushed with his right hand towards Lorak’s chest. At the same time, Ernaut manoeuvred his left leg behind the Orc’s right leg whilst he used his left arm to entrap around Lorak’s right hand, the wrist of the orc being trapped under Ernaut’s armpit. The orc dropped his sword as a result whilst he began to fall downwards, tripping over Ernaut’s leg. And so the Orc fell to the ground.
Ernaut, overconfident in his ‘victory’, stood tall, raising both the axe and the sword into the air. “The showing is won, the prize is mine!”
The crowd roared with applause for a moment… but then the cheering died down just as suddenly.
The human felt an arm grip around his neck from behind, suddenly forcing him down into the ground.
Ernaut felt as a knee was forced on top of his spine, whilst his arm was pulled back behind his shoulder, and his neck was held in a head-lock.
‘Why did I do that… why in the fuck did I do that, is the cheer of the crowd worth this much!’ Ernaut thought.
Lorak whispered into Ernaut’s ear. “Surrender, or I’ll break your arm… yell it out to them.”
Ernaut sighed. He knew it was stupid to do what he did, but at least, for one moment, he had earned the praise of the crowd. “Fuck you, bitch!”
The human cried out in pain as his forearm was pulled back around from his elbow, almost breaking his arm.
“I surrender, I surrender… I submit!” Ernaut was on the verge of tears from the pain, but he knew on the inside that although he lost the match, he fought to the last and that he even called an orc a bitch. If you had to lose a match, at least do it in style. This was how Ernaut tried to live his life, to be optimistic about things, even when things seemed dark. There was nothing more that could be done.
Lorak tossed the human aside and jumped up into the air, his hands held high. The crowd roared in response.
‘I won… ahahahahah, what a fucking idiot!’ Lorak thought with a smirk on his face.
****
Jeanette watched the fight, expecting the orc to win the match. She knew Lorak’s father as a lowly lord of small means, but had not yet witnessed Lorak fight in the ring. The young orc was apparently of middling skill, better than Trogar, but not as good as her other sons.
She was honestly surprised by the mettle that the new fighter showed. Ernaut of Stropford, this was a name she would be watching for in the future. He was also of middling skill she thought, but perhaps he could become great in the future.
Jeanette turned to face Daniels, speaking quietly. “Write Lorak’s father a letter expressing my joy at watching his son fight. Ernaut of Stropford, mark his name down for commendation for potential military service In my kingdom.”
Jeanette then turned her head to face Dorian. “Find out all you can about this Ernaut of Stropford.”
Dorian looked to the queen and smiled. “I’ll look into it once we are back at the castle, your highness.”
Jeanette then rose up from her box, and, because this was not scheduled, raised her voice to the announcer.
“Announcer, please send the victor up so that I might congratulate him for his efforts.
****
Ernaut looked into the face of his once-opponent, Lorak. His beard, almost straight black with a tinge of brown, was made of two braids that were headed by two golden rings. His shirt was of silk brocade, and his pants were of fine cotton. He cut an impressive figure in Ernaut’s eyes. And as embarrassing as it was, he found that he was attracted to the orc, even moreso after watching him up on high kissing the Queen right on the lips. What a sight it was.
Ernaut realised that he was different from most at age fifteen, for while he had the lingering attention of women’s breasts from time to time, his eyes were drawn more by the male figure. Fit men, those were the best kind of men, followed by scrawny or effeminate men, then strong men. Fat men with great-rounded cheeks were not the sort to earn his attention, but as Ernaut was now, he was seeking for attention from any male.
“That disarmament move that you pulled off… I don’t think I’ve ever seen it done so effectively… the sword came right out of my hand whilst I tumbled over.” Lorak smiled, he liked talking about the fight from earlier. Nothing thrilled him as much as the adrenaline he got from fighting.
Ernaut watched as the orc brought his large pitcher to his mouth, careful not to spill because of the tusks in the way, drowning huge quantities of ale. He then wiped his mouth clean by swiping across his lips with his fingers.
‘I wonder what having tusks would feel like.’
“My trainer taught me that the best disarmament is done when you are able to wrap the arm around the opponent's’ wrist, and hold them by the armpit… they either drop the weapon or they are left unable to do anything with the sword because there is nothing that can be done whilst you are held in the armpit. If that doesn’t work, you can get into an arm lock and dislocate the arm with a single movement,” Ernaut then began to mime the technique. “Hold the wrist under an armpit, pull on the back of the elbow on the arm with some strength and turn your hips to the side, and in that motion you should snap the arm.”
Lorak nodded his head, it wasn’t often that he took tips from his opponents. “You were in the perfect position to force me to submit, weren’t you? But you wanted the excitement of hearing the crowd call out your name, didn’t you.”
Ernaut simply nodded his head.
Ernaut began to wonder why the orc had offered to show him around for drinks, because in his average encounter with orcs, it was anything but a nice affair. He found orcs to be brutish, barbaric and uncouth, uncaring bastards and the worst sort of company. Yet here he was, drinking wine at a brothel with an orc, discussing martial techniques. Here, he found himself drawn into being here, with an orc.
Ernaut quickly downed his goblet of wine, lowering his inhibitions bit by bit. “You know when you pulled at your axe… that pull would have worked on most people. But only a fool tries to fight the power of an orc who is dedicated to taking your weapon.”
Lorak grinned. “Yes, only fools would fight against orcs…”
Ernaut laughed, spilling some of his wine to the ground as he shifted in his seat. “That’s not what I meant, still, I kicked your ass even though you ‘won’.”
Lorak sighed. The human was right. “So, where did you learn to use a great axe?”
Ernaut giggled. “I don’t have any prior experience with that type of weapon, if that’s what you mean. But it had a long haft, and I am better with the quarterstaff or the spear than I am with a sword. I didn’t think you would be able to use the sword and buckler together efficiently, that you’d sooner tie up your hands with the buckler than use it efficiently, so I thought a switch in weapons would make the fight more interesting.” Ernaut sighed. “Didn’t work like that though, did it.”
Before Lorak could reply, a whore-maid approached from the side. She was naked of all clothing except for a frilly black and white silk garter and stockings tied around her legs. Ernaut thought the view was somewhat arousing, her tits were on the smaller side, but that was made up by her waist line… the perfect shape, and her belly was of the type that you wanted to eat food off of. It was so smooth, and free of any hair. The stockings provided a nice contrast to the colour of her skin, and made her more alluring.
Lorak hooted out to the whore, before he held out a hand to grope her by the ass as she walked past.
“You two want to fuck me? ten bits.” She replied.
Ernaut laughed. “Ahahahaha, ten bits… I could fuck any whore in Heste for half that amount. They’d probably let me piss on them too, for that amount.”
Lorak looked to Ernaut, placing a hand over one of his shoulders. “Ahaha, that’s about right. Elves are probably cheaper.”
The whore sighed, taking the treatment as a normal, everyday thing. “I could go lower… eight bits.”
“I don’t want a whore tonight, but if you’ve got some more of this wine, send it over,” Ernaut grinned for a moment. “Actually, just send over the bottle… I’m going to get dead-fucking-pissed.”
Lorak laughed as the human slurred his voice on the boast. ‘This human reminds me of me, a little bit’.
Lorak finally spoke after a second. “Speak for yourself then, human… I will fuck a whore tonight.”
Ernaut shuddered, he hated being called ‘human’ from the lips of an orc, it brought back unpleasant memories. “Ernaut, my name is Ernaut.” He said, somewhat venomously.
“I take it you don’t like orcs, do you?”
Ernaut sighed, this wasn’t a question that he really wanted to answer. “It’s,” Ernaut paused for a moment, trying to form the words so that they wouldn’t get slurred. “Ah… it’s not that I don’t like orcs… I just ah… I haven’t met one who wasn’t an asshole, besides you.”
Lorak coughed on his beer for a moment, before laughing aloud. “Ahaha, that’s what they all say. Why don’t you tell me about ‘these’ orcs?”
Ernaut downed his wine, waiting for the bottle of wine to show up so that he could refill his goblet. “I guess I have to start from the beginning then, It’s a long story, so I will try to keep it short.”
Ernaut began to recall the events within his head. “So, my father fucked my brother,” Ernaut paused for a moment, then laughed at what he had just drunkenly said. “Ahahaha… I mean that my father fucked my mother, and I was born. But then my father died and my mother married a fucking orc. She gave birth and I was given over to my uncle to raise me. I was three or four at the time. Then my mother had two more children and died, I never got to see her again.” Ernaut sighed. “I miss her, but I don’t miss that son of a bitch that she married.”
Ernaut began to raise his voice, to emphasise just how much he hated the abusive orc. “That fucking pug-nose, pig-faced cunt that she married. I want to shove a fucking knife in his throat and bathe in his fucking blood!”
Several of the crowd turned to look at him, their faces showed curiosity, or just disgust. Lorak just had a smile on his face, It wasn’t often that people unloaded angry vengeance in a brothel, brothel’s were for whores, not grudges. ‘Unless it’s one of those places where they have those whores who like getting hit and whipped.’ Lorak finally thought.
The human paused for a moment. “The eldest orc took my inheritance… so all I had left was my uncle and his estate, but then he died about a year ago. My uncle had no heirs of his own… and he loved me like a father.”
Ernaut looked into Lorak’s eyes. “Guess who took the estate… my ‘brothers’. They sold it and divided up the earnings amongst themselves… and here I am, fighting for two hundred marks in the melee tournament celebrating Trogar’s nineteenth birthday, which I lost, because I was fucking stupid.” Ernaut fought to keep back the tears that he could feel were ready to come out.
Lorak drank the last of his ale. “They took the estate?”
“It was me and ten others, my brothers had near one hundred and fifty men or so in mail and leather armour with swords and axes… there wasn’t much choice, and I don’t favour suicide. It’s not like the law was going to do anything about it, anyway. That’s my life, fucking shit. I guess there’s some good parts to it, but not very many. All in all, a shitty story. Me, I try to joke about it as much as anything… what else can I do about it?”
Lorak decided to lighten the mood. “I’m surprised you didn’t try to chop off my head, given your background.”
“What good would that do, I don’t like to fucking fight all the time,” Ernaut paused for a moment. “Besides, you are not my like my brothers. They would probably cut off my head and put it on a spike and laugh about it while doing so, if they were able to get away with it. Sometimes, I feel that they will.”
Lorak sighed, offering a simple declaration. “Those orc’s are cunts, don’t listen to them. Even an orc like myself has to watch out for those ‘kinds’ of orc.”
“Really?” Ernaut said in shock, not believing what the orc had said.
“Some of the Braden ones… they aren’t used to humans, so they treat everyone like shit who isn’t like a traditional orc. There are several other types, but I’ll let you learn about those yourself. Me, I’m a proud, noble half-orc, I know better than to treat those of equal status to me, a noble like yourself, like shit.”
“I’m surprised that you think I am your equal, you must be far richer than I am, you probably own a castle or a lordly estate for all I know.” Ernaut said, surprise showing on his face.
“We’re nobles, we should stick together, not squabble like the Hesten lords.” Lorak paused for a moment. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind the opportunity to fight another country, I feel pretty useless as it is now. I had the opportunity to fight against the Hesten’s, but my mother said no.”
A loud cheer descended through the room, and Ernaut turned his head in the direction of the noise. “The fuck is going on?”
Lorak smiled. “You don’t know, it’s an insemination party. Some human bitch is going to get fucked by several people, then a bucket full of cum is going to be fed into her cunt.”
Ernaut sneered. “That is… wow, that’s just fucking nasty.”
Lorak looked to Ernaut, a smirk on his face. “I participated once… I wanked my cock in front of a crowd of other guys wanking it, and came in the bucket… Oh, it was great, I practically filled half the bucket. I probably have three children under my belt by now.”
‘That sounds like something I want to do.’ Thought Ernaut
“A bucket full of cum, the room must have smelled terrible!” Ernaut said, slurring at the last portion of his sentence.
Lorak laughed. “It gets my dick hard, that whorehouse smell.”
Ernaut was about to make a comment, but stopped when he saw a naked woman show up on the stage. Her breasts were quite generous, and would probably give a nice bounce with a hard fucking. Otherwise, she was a little on the chubby side. Not quite like in the way an orc female looked, but in a similar fashion.
“My name is Clarissa, and I want to be impregnated. I want to be fucked hard, and to bear the children of someone I don’t even know. Thank you all for ‘coming’ to my Insemination party.”
The crowd laughed at the double entendre.
“What a vacant-eyed whore… what kind of lowly slut would get off on having her cunt filled with a bucket full of semen, hoping to give birth to bastard-born spawn?” Ernaut said, his judgement of Clarissa being very low.
He was not answered, so he just continued to watch the display in silence.
Soon enough, a naked orc came up onto the stage.
“Fuck the bitch hard!” Lorak shouted out to the stage. He was followed by several other men, who offered their own shouts of encouragement.
“Fuck her hard, get the bitch pregnant”
“Fill the cunt with cum.”
Ernaut, filled with drink and fueled by the environment around him, decided to make his own call. “Take your cock and shove it in her whole, make her cunt bleed!”
Lorak looked to the human, he was slightly concerned by the violence in the human’s voice.
The orc on the stage turned his head and nodded to the crowd, before he turned back to take the woman right there in front of the crowd.
‘I was right about the whores tits, they sway when she gets fucked hard, the stupid sow.’ Ernaut thought with malice.
Ernaut couldn’t help but to admire the physique of the orc who was fucking Clarissa, the ass was nicely shaped, even when it swayed up and down with his fucking. The orc had firm shoulders, fine musculature and well-proportioned thighs. But, the cock on the orc, that was a sight to see. It had somewhat of a ridged, cork-screwed appearance and shape to it.
‘This can’t be what all orc cocks look like, right?’ Ernaut thought, feeling his cheeks redden a little.
Ernaut turned to face Lorak, a blush appearing on the side of his face. “Do orc cocks look like that?”
Lorak snickered. “Why do you want to know, Are you jealous? Or do you just like cock?”
Ernaut sighed, he should have known that something like this would come up. “Fuck you… I might be ah… a little jealous.” Ernaut noticed how he slurred at the last moment. ‘Wow, this is some strong wine.’
Lorak smirked. “With the little things your kind flop around, you should be jealous, we have superior cocks.”
Ernaut coughed, cock size wasn’t the greatest subject to bring up, as Ernaut was a little sensitive on the subject. “You’d probably be right. Ah yeah… um.”
Lorak noticed the way that Ernaut’s eyes briefly glanced down to his pants, but then quickly moved back up to look at his face. This aroused Lorak’s curiosity, and he wondered how far he could take it.
“I bet you’d like it if I pulled out my cock right here.”
‘Yes, I would like that, but not in front of an audience.’
Ernaut quickly readied his defence. “What are you talking about, I don’t like men.”
Lorak slowly crept forward, canting his neck towards Ernaut’s ear, whispering quietly. “But I think you do.”
Ernaut shook his head. “I don’t like men.”
But Ernaut’s words fell on deaf ears. “Don’t lie, I saw you eyeing down my pants like a craving, cock-hungry bitch.”
Ernaut stuttered. “I said that I wasn’t…”
“There’s a seat down the back, in a corner… not many people will be watching from there.” Lorak offered his open hand, trying to tempt the human into following him.
‘Stop tempting me… I can barely think straight with all this wine.’
“Do you want to see my cock? I bet you want to worship my orc cock right under the table whilst I watch a human woman take it from other men.”
‘If I let him know that I like men, will he tell anybody? If he does, I could lose what little respect I have, my reputation.’ The thought swirled through Ernaut’s mind.
“Stop twisting my words, I don’t want to…” Ernaut could feel the temptation surging in his mind.
“Stop lying, you want to worship my cock like the whore you are. You like being used, don’t you.”
‘But then, if I don’t take the leap, will I ever find another man who will ever take me. Will another man ever offer me this suggestion?’ Ernaut pondered on his thoughts, deciding on what he should do.
Ernaut made the decision after a few seconds, fear gripping his chest tight as he whispered to Lorak, finally admitting to the orc that he liked men. “I… I do like men. But I am not weak, fuck you for suggesting that I like being…” Lorak put a finger over Ernaut’s lips, silencing him.
Ernaut felt relieved on the inside that he had finally told someone after so many years of keeping his secret hidden.
“I thought only woman were sluts for orc cock, but it seems even human men are sluts for orc cock as well. I guess it can’t be helped.”
‘I can’t be a slut, if I haven’t fucked before… can I?’
“I am not a slut.” Ernaut said with a tinge of venom that was fueled by the alcohol in his system, the tone of his voice low so as to not alert anyone from the crowd.
Lorak ignored Ernaut’s statement, quietly leading the way to the back corner. Ernaut followed behind a moment later, with his head held low like a lost puppy.
Lorak reclined back in the chair like a king, forcing Ernaut down to his knees beneath the table. “Stroke my cock through my pants, get me hard.”
Ernaut did as he was bid, feeling around for the cock held within the orc’s pants. “How are you not hard?” Ernaut whispered.
“I don’t like men, but I don’t mind making an exception if I get free sex.”
Ernaut giggled. It seemed like a sound logic, now that he thought about it.
Ernaut was curious. “Have you ever made this exception before?”
Lorak ignored the question, so Ernaut decided to continue with what he was ‘commanded’ to do.
“Ah, there you go.” Lorak said, leaning back even further into the seat whilst Ernaut’s hands found his cock through his breeches.
Ernaut applied what he knew about his own anatomy to the Orc’s cock, stroking it up and down through the pants. Then Ernaut focused on the head, rubbing it smoothly side to side. This earned a sudden reaction, and Lorak’s cock began to surge.
Lorak reached down and undid his breeches, which fell down to Lorak’s ankles, freeing his cock for the human’s attention.
‘This just isn’t fair… I really am jealous, I could put two hands around it and there would still be some room left.’
“Open wide.” Lorak whispered.
Ernaut made a hasty admission in shock, looking at the size of what he was about to be dealing with. “I’ve never done this before… I’ve never had sex.” Ernaut’s face flushed upon revealing that he was a virgin.
Lorak reached down a hand to Ernaut’s head, where he petted his hair as though he were like a pet dog. “All that talk about fucking and pissing on whores, and you’re a virgin… heh. I don’t know what bitches do to suck my cock, but go easy on yourself… for now. Why don’t you explore, and I’ll lead you back to my cock when I want it sucked.”
Ernaut leaned his head onto Lorak’s thigh’s, looking at the orc’s shaft as it stood tall and proud. Ernaut saw the cork-screw shape that he was dealing with, and he marvelled at its foreign, exotic appearance. The orc’s cock was surrounded by a large amount of pubes, some of them curled around in a spiralling pattern. Beneath his shaft rested two large balls, textured in that way that most balls were. Ernaut felt the orc’s sack, and realised that they were aching for release.
‘Would I even like doing this, sucking cock? I want to fuck a guy, but where else would I get the opportunity to have sex with a man and not be shamed? Will this be my only chance with a man?’ Indecision and fear struck through Ernaut in his thoughts.
The human leaned forward, breathing in the scent of the orc’s balls. Ernaut prodded his inquisitive tongue out to feel around the bottom of the orc’s sack, licking from ball to ball before resting his tongue between the middle. The rough texture and the musky scent sending Ernaut into a headspin of lust and desire.
‘I wonder what he will do if I do something like this?’ Ernaut thought.
Ernaut slowly reached more downwards until his head hit the seat. The orc must have realised what was going on, because he shifted in his seat, allowing Ernaut to move his head further down.
The scent of the Orc’s ass crack sent Ernaut crazy, it was a scent like no other. His tongue forced its way to Lorak’s rim, teasing around the edge, causing Lorak’s rim to squirm as he tensed at the sensation.
“I didn’t know you were that inclined to exploring me. No woman has ever licked my asshole before.” The orc whispered, laughing under his voice.
Ernaut didn’t know how to feel about that comment.
A large spurt of precum started to dribble down Lorak’s shaft.
Ernaut quickly returned back to facing Lorak’s cock, where he spotted the pre-ejaculate fluid running down the orc’s cock. He put his finger down the bottom of Lorak’s shaft to stop the precum from travelling any further downwards and onto Lorak’s balls, then leaning in with his outstretched tongue, Ernaut began to lap at all the fluid that stuck to his finger, before moving upwards and ending at the source, the head, which he licked around for a few moments. This was Ernaut’s first taste of orcish precum.
‘This is much more powerful than my own. I think I prefer orc precum to my own, in flavour.’
Lorak felt through the human’s hair again, stroking it in slow, twirling motions. “How old are you?” Lorak whispered, curious, since he had never asked earlier.
Ernaut raised his head. “Eighteen, what about you?”
Lorak grinned. ‘Heh, he acts like he is twenty five years old… yet he fights better than some people who are twice his age.’
“Twenty. So a two year difference… I’ll have to teach you some things. As great as you are with the sword, you could really use my help to find your way around. If you are lucky, I could find you a job at my mother’s manor.”
‘Where you will do all the household chores.’ Lorak thought with a smile. ‘It would be rather nice watching the boy who can kick my ass washing my clothes, cleaning dishes and serving me my food at home, like a servant girl.’
Lorak scanned the horizon, noticing that the whore from before was starting to look around. She spotted him, and she started to move down through the room.
Lorak slowly forced Ernaut’s head down to the floor, right near Lorak’s boots.
Ernaut was about to ask for an explanation, but then he heard footsteps approaching closer and closer.
“Hey, where did that cute nobleman from earlier go? I have his wine.”
Lorak eyed down the wine. ‘Hehehe, just what I need. I’m going to drink his wine whilst he pleasures me.’ “He bailed on me, but I’ll cover the tip.” He said with a smirk.
Ernaut hastily reached for Lorak’s coin pouch, which was now down near Lorak’s boots, having fallen with the pants. He let the pouch rest on Lorak’s thigh, hoping that the maid wouldn’t see his hand as it peeked out from under the table.
“Here, four bits.” Lorak replied, handing the coinage to the waitress-whore.
The whore-maid approached, taking the coin and placed it on the inside of her stockings, where the garter kept it from falling. Seemingly, the maid didn’t notice that the human was under the table. Perhaps it was too dark or shaded to observe from her angle, but for whatever reason, Lorak was pleased.
Ernaut inquisitively licked along the side of one of Lorak’s thighs, his tongue trailing along the bulk of Lorak’s leg hairs. Then Ernaut bit down right at the junction between thigh and pelvis, near his cock. The sensation almost earned an unexpected moan from the surprised orc.
The whore-maid poured Lorak a drink, which he quickly guzzled down to avoid from moaning out at the human’s ministrations.
“Wow, you are thirsty.” The whore said.
“Yes, now fuck off.” Lorak replied, too focused on what was occurring below the table to care about how the whore would react to his brusque comment.
When the whore was out of sight, Lorak hastily pulled the human upwards so that he was now level with his cock.
Ernaut inquisitively placed his mouth around the tip of Lorak’s cock and applied suction, licking around the head.
“You almost got me caught, do you have any idea what would happen if somebody recognised who I was.” Lorak wasn’t being as gentle as he normally was, this time he was rough. “You could ruin me, and if that happens, you’ll be my little bitch-boy for life.”
Ernaut almost smiled around Lorak’s cock. ‘If it means doing something like this, it sounds like a good incentive. But, I don’t want to be found out either.’
Lorak groaned as Ernaut sucked more forcefully, taking more and more of his cock into his mouth as he gained more confidence in his abilities. “Yeah, suck my cock, make it up to me. I’ve got a nice load waiting for you…” Lorak looked down to Ernaut’s face, watching as his cock was being suckled. “Yeah, suck it good, come and ‘win’ your ‘prize’.”
Ernaut pulled off of the orc’s cock upon hearing those words. “You’re a cunt, you’re lucky I don’t want to make a scene, or I’d be punching you right now.” As soon as those words were spoken, Ernaut returned back to sucking on Lorak’s shaft.
Lorak laughed. “Ahahah, most women don’t have the courage to respond to me like that, whilst sucking on my cock.”
Ernaut again pulled himself off of Lorak’s shaft again. “Most women can’t beat the shit out of you with a sword or an axe either. Might want to be careful about what you say as well… I can bite.”
Lorak looked down. “Hehehe, that’s true… now get back to sucking my cock.”
Lorak poured another glass of wine and drank it in small gulps.
‘I cannot believe that the very boy who almost defeated me is now kneeling before me, drunk as can be, sucking on my cock in a brothel with the chance of being caught sucking my dick. He’s going to get a decent ‘reward’ indeed.’
Lorak decided that he might as well focus on the scene occurring in front of him, whilst getting his dick sucked.
Instead of the orc from before, it seemed as though a fat human had been chosen as the next winner. He wasn’t fucking very fast, and it seemed as though he had a small dick, which might account for how slow he was. ‘This is fucking boring, get somebody else on the stage.’
Fortunately, the overweight human came inside the human slut and left, allowing for the next winner to take his place.
Lorak downed his goblet of wine in a single gulp, then returned it back to the table and began to refill the goblet with more wine.
The winner was a green orc this time, and he was the very definition of brutal, forcing the bitch onto his cock and nearly splitting her cunt. ‘If that is the famed Agmar whoreson… I’ll be quite impressed. I wonder if Ernaut would love watching that whore getting treated like he wanted her to?’
“Guhhkk”
Lorak looked down to see that the human was trying to force his throat down on his cock, but it seemed as though he couldn’t quite reach there yet.
‘Oh shit… ahhhh, I love it when this happens.’
The human tried as hard as he could to open wide enough to get his cock through, like last time, but there was still not enough room.
“Guhhkk”
‘Ahh, I can’t believe that I almost lost to an eighteen year old… You’d think that someone with skill like that would be forcing bitches to kneel down and suck his cock… but here he is, choking around my cock instead. I must be pretty damn lucky.’
Lorak lowered his hands down to play with Ernaut’s short hair. “Aww yeah, choke on my cock.” Lorak uttered aloud, unable to keep control of his voice for a moment.
Ernaut continued to gag, but after a moment, and with the assistance of Lorak prodding his fingers on Ernaut’s neck, the cock managed to reach down the human’s throat.
“Yeah, this is where you belong, Ernaut.” Lorak muttered, finally saying the human’s name on his lips.
‘Fucking orc… Then again, this is kind of… endearing, hearing my name coming from his mouth.’ Ernaut thought to himself.
Ernaut tried to raise his objection, but all that came out was an “aack” sound. So instead he slapped Lorak on the thigh.
Lorak leaned downwards. “Keep this up, and I might even hire you as my valet… with your sword-fighting and cock-sucking skills, you’ll be good as both my cock cleaner and my bodyguard.”
‘Shit, I really am considering this, aren’t I?’ Lorak thought.
Lorak took both of his hands and rested them on top of the human’s head. “Now, here’s where things get fun. Better get ready.”
Lorak began to move forward, before suddenly forcing the human up and down on his cock.
“Yeah, I’ve got your ‘reward’ waiting for you real soon, ‘hero’. I’m going to inseminate your stomach… you’ll look like a pregnant bitch when I’m done.”
Ernaut found that he didn’t really have to do anything at this moment, just let the orc push his head up and down, the only thing that he really had to do was breathe through his nose. It was a real struggle for him however, and eventually Ernaut started to cough around Lorak’s cock.
Lorak quickly pulled the human off of his cock, allowing Ernaut to gain his breath again. “You know, I’m surprised you could deepthroat my cock, and this is your first time sucking a dick.”
Ernaut finally answered back after he regained his breath. “Hey, if you thought this was your only chance to have sex with a man, without fear of being exposed, wouldn’t you take the risk.”
Lorak petted through Ernaut’s hair. “Well, that’s where you’re wrong, this won’t be your only chance… I’ll definitely feed you my cock when I can’t find a woman around.”
Ernaut grinned for a moment. “I don’t know whether to feel flattered, disgusted or aroused at that statement. I’d rather be fucking a guy, just so you know, but I’ll take what I can get.”
Lorak laughed. “I certainly don’t want to get fucked… but I might fuck you in the ass next time, if you’re lucky.”
Ernaut quickly recoiled back. “Unless you want me to die from a torn asshole, I wouldn’t really risk that. If it does happen, you’d better give me a reach-around.”
Lorak pulled Ernaut’s head back to his cock. “Trust me, you say that now, but you’ll love having my cock in your ass. Now, come and get your ‘prize’”
Ernaut rolled his eyes at the orc’s mention of the word prize. Still, he went deeper down Lorak’s cock before he had his face thrust right down until his nose hit the orc’s stomach, the pubes settling around Ernaut’s face. ‘How the fuck can I fit all of that cock in my mouth?’
Lorak began to thrust in and out of the Ernaut’s mouth with careless abandon. “Ahh, there you go…” Lorak petted the human’s hair, before clenching his fists. “Ahhh, here’s your reward, my hot, steamy orc cum.” Lorak craned his head up to the ceiling, barely able to hold back the moan that he desperately wanted to shout out through the brothel. “Ahh fuck, swallow my cum, whore… fucking swallow!”
Ernaut struggled to swallow as the orc began to cum in a huge quantity. The foreign, sticky, spongy texture, and the musky flavour made him almost want to gag and spit out the contents, but he struggled to get the liquid down his throat and into his stomach before a newer spurt came rushing through the Orc’s cock and right into Ernaut’s waiting mouth.
‘It’s earthy, not as salty as I thought it would be… and it’s a lot thicker in substance than my cum, that’s for sure. It’s no wonder why half-orc’s are popping out like crazy. I wonder if I should have been born a woman.’
Ernaut continued to suck on the cock for a few more moments after the orc had finished cumming in Ernaut’s mouth.
Lorak pulled the human off of his cock before he hastily reached for his pants and pulled them up.
“Get up, the Insemination party is almost over.”
Ernaut quickly got out from under the table and moved to take a seat, his cheeks tinged red. He was happy that he managed to swallow all that the orc had to give, for fear of spilling cum that would have no way of being cleaned off. He certainly needed a drink to remove the lingering taste of orc cum in his mouth and on his tongue.
The orc reached an arm around Ernaut’s waist and gave him a quick hug, before pulling away.
‘I didn’t know orc’s were capable of hugging. Now that I think about it… maybe I am a slut, to feel this way.’ Ernaut thought.
Ernaut reached for the bottle of wine, but discovered that it was empty. “You son of a bitch.”
The orc laughed. “I just gave you a drink… though if you’re still thirsty I’ve got some piss for you to drink as well.” Lorak then pulled out his tongue, teasing Ernaut.
“Fuck you.” Ernaut paused for a moment. “This offer to be your valet, or even just employment at your mother’s manor, it better be real.”
Lorak sighed. “Yeah, I don’t know what the pay will be like, but I can secure you a job at my mother’s manor. Depending on how you go, I might make you my valet.”
Lorak smiled in thought. ‘Heh, If he works at the manor, I’ll have him ‘wake’ me up as one of his duties. Waking up to that mouth nursing around my cock, feeding him my cum… yes. I’ll have to find ways of being discrete.’
There was now only one more thing on Ernaut’s mind.
“So, I’ve kicked your ass, licked your ass, told you my life story, sucked your dick and drank your cum… I think that earns me the right to get to know more about you, too.”
Lorak laughed. “You’re right, well there’s not much to tell, but let me get started. I might as well order some food while we’re here, cumming like that gets me hungry.”
Ernaut reached a hand to feel at Lorak’s muscled belly. “More food you say?”
Ernaut smiled, thinking to himself. ‘Maybe this is the change in life that I needed. I don’t know yet, but I think I am on the right course. I might have to beat it into the Orc that I am not a whore, though.’
****
Dorian had seen everything, a smirk showing on his face.
Soon after, he laughed quietly. He had excellent blackmail material, far more than was usually found in a day’s work. Should anything ever happen, Lorak’s family would be mired in the mud for years, the family reputation near ruined.
“I had better tell the queen this information, she may be interested.”
Dorian turned and left the brothel, uttering under his breath. “Now, what is your story, Ernaut of Stropford? Where do you play in all this?”
****
The End.
Well, Unless I get around to doing a second part. :)
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