Where Silence Has Lease, Chapter 6
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The scramble back to the safety of the orcish fort was a blur. Perhaps it was the frenzy of the facility's explosion that gave them cover. Equally as likely was Elsteron's inhabitant's unfamiliarity with sallies into their territory. With no history of offensives, they held no observation postings. And thus none to watch the four escape.
It was good providence then, by daybreak they were once more in the safety of orcish company. Had they happened upon any resistance, the four exhausted companions would have folded.
Care and healing were offered how they could be. The orcs were pleased and surprised they'd returned alive at all. Even exhausted and in dire condition, Tirah kept careful watch over all that was done or given to her. She refused to take any tincture that would put her under and slept little.
Cajetan, Okora, and Rodwald had zero reason to forgo such care and let the elf suffer as she would. They were just happy to be alive. The ogre's wounds were deep in some places, and superficial in others. Cajetan's hands had severe burns, while lacerations and severe bruising covered much of his arms and torso. Okora's arrow wounds could have been worse but would hamper his movement for a while. The silks and boiled leather did much to blunt the damage he received.
Two days of rest they took, under the care of an orc shaman and her attendants. The days were mostly spent asleep, fed an opium tincture to help with pain and rest.
After their repose, they set out. With their ogre wrapped like a mummy, and the rest nursing their wounds, all returned to the town they first gathered. It was with reserved surprise that their first eve back in civilization proper was interrupted by elves.
The Highmoore's agents came. Dressed in dull green garb and armed well, it was clear they were capable in their own right. They collected the handler, Tirah, and her prize. And more importantly, pay out the others.
Cajetan argued with what energy he could that Rodwald should be paid a proper wage, and not just strung along with food and lodging as his recompense. The look the elves gave him was dull and disbelieving, but they paid a sum to the ogre all the same.
Tirah resembled a lame duck, what with her days of agony and unrest, and wounded arm. Now back with her countrymen, she finally looked relieved. Whatever warmth their shared perils had developed was blunted by her injuries. Tirah's goodbye to her companions was curt and hushed. She, the doomed dagger, and the elves spirited themselves away as quickly as they arrived.
But for those that remained, they were now in possession of fat bags of elven gilders. Golden coins stamped with odd faces, and some silvers of lesser denomination.
Cajetan bubbled with joy at his reward, though it wasn't all daisies. It was a bit of a burden, and fear of theft or worse tickled the base of his spine. But he couldn't let such foul thoughts burden him. For now, it was fine food and drink and finer company.
The grail-knight laid on his back, where there was the least bruising. His neck sat propped up some by pillows of goose feather. On the table beside him laid his treasure, and wrapped in his right arm was a familiar bird.
"Never seen so much gold in one place. Much less it being all mine."
Okora hummed. When they spoke, lounging and cuddling like this, they spoke slowly. They moved slowly too. The wren was content to leech the warmth of his human companion, holding him to his side. He was gentle with his touch, keeping away from bruising and wounds. He had to keep stiff and off his bad shoulder.
Even with his hands wounded, the human took plenty of time brushing down his bird's plumage. Down Okora's shoulder and sides, laying a grasp at his hip.
"I have, at court back home. Not mine of course. The king liked to show off when visitors arrived. Treasures, slaves, and inquisitors abound."
"If I didn't know better the sound of your voice might've seemed like you missed it."
"Oh, I do. The spectacle I mean. And the food. Everyone, us included, ate well on such nights. Candied figs. Baked fish with fennel and potatoes. They laid this sort of creamy citrus sauce over the fish." He clicked his beak while he thought of it.
"I think I can hear your stomach growling."
Okora moved slightly, thrusting himself at Cajetan's hip searchingly a few times. The half-hard lump of his dick poked the grail-knight. "You know what's good before a meal?"
"Again? You're voracious!"
"Oh? Not sure you have another in you? I think I know how to change your tune."
Okora threw off the sheet from them both, though immediately regretted it. His 'yeowuch!' made Cajetan cackle. In return, he got perhaps the evilest eye the bird had cast yet.
Unhindered by his minor sting, Okora once more sought out his toy. A polished and pleasantly smooth mahogany cock. The head was a shape familiar to Cajetan's own, and the grip a sort of carven twist. The grail-knight had seen women in brothels with them before and insisted it was a diletto. The wren refused and claimed it was merely a dildo.
Regardless, the wren found immense pleasure in the simplicity of filling his hole. He lubricated it with a mixture of oils and pastes that smelled pleasantly mint-like and took their time drying.
Cajetan couldn't deny that Okora put on a good show. Laying on his side, the wren pointed his now fully hard cock at his companion and lifted one leg. With his hand drifting to his back, he aimed and centered his toy for his lubricated hole.
Around and round his asshole he brushed the tip, teasing himself with the promise of entry. And then, he pushed in a few inches! He sighed and exhaled, the feeling of fullness just what he was seeking. And frankly, addicted to. His neglected, avian cock oozed and twitched. Trained over many months to receive its pleasure not by direct touch, but by the pressure on his prostate.
Okora pushed deeper, then withdrew, smirking at Cajetan and panting readily. The bird knew how to make a man aroused, that was for sure. The dildo entered him with a brisk pace, disappearing past the cheeks of his plush ass and reappearing just as soon.
It reminded him of his own experiences mounting the wren. And that memory got him stiff, to say nothing of watching the feminine bird toy with himself. The sheet tented around his cock, hiding it from Okora.
"See? I told you." The wet, slick sound of his ass playing holster to the dildo was marked only by his needy panting. "Stiff and nice, but none of the life of the real thing. None of the give. Ah, and the lip-biting you do, I like seeing that."
Cajetan smirked, a slight blush of embarrassment on his cheeks. Being called out so directly made him tingle with appreciation. "Hop atop, you've made your point."
Okora lingered only a moment longer after Cajetan slipped off what remained of the sheet. A little stain of pre had collected by the tip of his dick on the bedsheet, and he beat his prostate with more vigor upon seeing the human's member revealed.
No longer satisfied with the tease to himself and his partner, he set aside the wooden cock and clambered atop Cajetan. Immediately he had his ass grabbed and spread. The feeling of being so aggressively groped made him swoon. Okora, not yet penetrated by the waiting sin sword, bounced slightly in anticipation.
Cajetan helped guide Okora from his lap to his dick. With his hole already a little warmed up, he slid in without trouble. And immediately, the wren was off to the races! Wet, sexual plapping dampened by feathers filled the room. The grunting and hissing of both enjoying the feelings across their body joined it.
The grail-knight went to grasp the penis before him to stroke it. It was only right, he thought.
Okora grasped his wrist and nudged it away. "Leave him. J-just let him be."
Cajetan moved his legs closer to himself to better cradle Okora, and Okora leaned forward to get a nice, deep angle.
"Rrrreally hit it! Go on, I've got hollow bones but I'm not fragile."
Obeying orders, he redoubled his efforts. With an underhanded grip of the bird's butt, fingers sinking past feather into fat, he clutched and thrust up with potency at the girly bitch. The wren croaked, cooed, and in a feathery shiver ejaculated across Cajetan's chest and stomach.
The bird nutted his load across Cajetan's cum-gutters. But that was not the end of his trials. The human wanted his due! With grunting and exclamation of his own - and lip biting too - he pounded out his orgasm.
His wounds tingled with the stress, on his hand and chest. But, if anything, they added a curious spice to the load he shot up Okora's ass. The pain dulled immediately by the dopamine of orgasm. A great exhale came over him as he spurted up into Okora, eyes flashing with the white of a potent, pleasant climax.
Cajetan shifted, turning them both to the side. He kept himself hilted in the wren, the pair of them squirming with the afterglow, face to beak.
"You're liable to poke my eye out with that." A slight, exasperated snicker followed.
Okora poked his chin softly. "Only if I wish it."
"What will you do now?"
The bird thought a moment but didn't answer. Perhaps unsure of what Cajetan meant.
"Would you work for Tirah again? Stick around here with the orcs?"
No change came across the wren's eye.
"Return home, maybe?"
The bird shook his head heartily. "Not a clue, grail-knight. I'm not going to ponder my future sticky with your cum. But I will ponder if anywhere in town has a nice bit of fish and white sauce." He chattered a cackle, brushing his taloned hand across the human's chin and cheek.
"Dinner then. Soon as we're ready."