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The wagon rolled along silently as the four of them traveled. The horses taking their time in walking forward, they were making progress, though not at a pace that was uncomfortable for the horses especially. Gurak smiled and leaned against the guys beside him, from time to time.

The road was either well maintained or just well-traveled. No stones jutted out and seemed troublesome, and likewise, no deep pits where water had washed away dirt in places making for pot-hole like places in the dirt road heading northward. Gurak was glad for that, if there was anything he didn't miss from back home, it was pot-holes in the road.

Gurak surmised, that even if they encountered such a problem, he could simply ask Zamdor to fill it in with stone and make the road easier to traverse all things considered.

Zamdor was the first to speak after Halfsea was out of sight. “So lad, are you gonna tell us what happened?" The older bull asked. Zamdor of course didn't know that Rulu already heard the whole story. He and Wukin weren't in the loop yet.

Gurak realized, that only Rulu knew what he had gone through. “Ahh...uh...well, after I left Halfsea, I maxed out wind magic and cast fly...so I flew to Whetstin in a matter of hours, I found the inquisitors there, probably a hundred or more."

Zamdor blinked. “That's..lad, that was a significant number of people, and the damage to Whetsin was immense. The whole city was gone, there was nothing left of it. How did you escape the explosion?"

The orc looked down at the reins in his hand. “I was the cause of it, I was at the center. I was so mad, and I didn't hold back my anger, it sparked my void magic, and I just started….erasing people left and right...I wasn't just stopping magic, there was...nothing left of them. Anyway, uh, I was fighting them off, and eventually my magic just...I lost control and it erupted from my body. Then I was in darkness."

The other three sat in silence, staring at Gurak. They certainly thought that he could have caused the explosion, that was entirely possible, or that he was fighting against whoever had done it. Maybe a fire spell was too volatile or all the magics at once caused some massive arcane backlash. They were surprised to hear that Gurak himself was the sole cause and at the center of it.

It wasn't just hearing that the explosion was caused by him, it was that his void magic erased more than the magic being thrown around, but the people casting it. That was excessive, but it made sense to the others now. There was no evidence of anyone there, no inquisitors, no bodies, everything was just gone, and that's why only the rumors remained, the lack of evidence only made it more conspicuous.

The orc keeps his gaze on the road in front of them as he speaks. “I was floating in darkness for what felt like ages, time was incalculable in such a state, so I just floated on. Eventually, my feet touched something solid and I could walk….it was strange after so long, and a few steps led me to a campfire."

Zamdor and Wukin listened curiously. Rulu's arm around Gurak rubbed his back gently. “Honestly, it kind of felt like when I traveled with you in the shadows Wukin, but it was different. Similar though. Like I was traveling somewhere but not under my control or power."

The orc continued. “I saw my dad. He'd been lost in the raid on my home village. But he was sitting at the campfire, waiting for me. He told me, Aethos asked him to speak to me, on Agan's behalf. Agan doesn't talk much I guess." He chuckles. “Or, perhaps the gods knew seeing my dad meant more to me than seeing any of them." He shrugs softly.

Gurak paused for a moment, basking in the memory of his father and the campfire, like when he was a kid. Rulu gently nudged his side, and the orc blushed. “Sorry, was lost in my head." He smiles a touch though. “He told me, that Agan realized the burden on me was heavy, that I had a massive undertaking ahead of me. To right the world, this is the world of orcs. Rukorim is the world of orcs."

Zamdor tilted his head ever so slightly. “The world of orcs? The way you say that, implies there are others."

Rulu looked from Zamdor, then to Gurak, who looked to the lizardman and then nodded gently. “There are."

Rulu's eyes darted up, almost immediately, as if looking into the blue sky smattered with clouds here and there would suddenly give him the ability to see these other worlds.

Gurak smiled a touch, and Zamdor spoke up. “It's been theorized, by many mages over the centuries. That other worlds might exist outside the purview of our own." The bull said as he looked at the orc. “How are you sure?"

Gurak shook his head softly. “I can't prove it, there's no way to." He shrugs. “But, I don't think my dad would lie, he said there were nine worlds. Three on a closer orbit. That is, closer to your sun, and then six more, each just behind their respective place behind the gods."

Now that Gurak thought about it. The seasons on the planets closer to the sun must be tumultuous. Their orbit must be a fraction of what the worlds further out had. So the seasons on the world he was on now, Rukorrim weren't exactly like Earth's but it was similar.

That meant the world was both on a tilted axis and roughly the same distance as Earth used to be. The ones closer to the sun had shorter seasons, and shorter days, any living being on those worlds must be having a hell of a time adjusting to the constant rapid changes.

Zamdor nods and rubs his chin. “Mmm, that's certainly an interesting theory, if nothing else." The older bull ruminated.

Gurak nodded. “Uh, anyway, he told me, that, if I wanted to, I could give up, it didn't have to be my burden anymore, eventually, another would come along and take the mantle and right the world in my stead if I wanted to rest and just...be with my family."

Gurak's hands went from the reins to Rulu and Wukin's hands, squeezing them, then smiling to Zamdor. “But, the family I wanted to be with, was in danger, if I didn't come back." He grips the reins again and smiles warmly. “The people I wanted to grow old with, are here."

The other three, even though Rulu heard it before, still managed to blush as much as he was able, the monkey and bull were less able to hide it. Gurak didn't say anything though, he just smiled, happy they knew how he felt.

The orc then looked back at the road. “He said I could come with him to Dargre'Ok. The eternal forest."

Zamdor perked up. “Provided this is all true, and not some lucid dream. It's a swath of incredible information. Other worlds, proof of an afterlife." The bull laughs and leans back. “I could write books on this, and be remembered for generations."

Gurak chuckled. “Well, the problem is, there is an archas out there, with an elf, I dunno who they are, or even where they are. Just that they're out there." He sighs. “And they're the ones responsible for causing almost every problem we've encountered, well, I've encountered, at least." The orc shrugs softly. “And I sorta roped you all into it. Towen and Seaton too."

Zamdor perked an eyebrow slightly. “I know Towen, who is this other fella?"

Gurak blinked and laughed. “Oh well. After I said I was going to come back, I woke up in the ocean." He taps the necklace around his neck, it is almost like a collar, made of a shiny gold-like metal. “Because of this, I could breathe underwater. I met his sister Merise first. She was a priestess of the god of oceans, Nereus."

Zamdor nodded. “I've heard of him. Supposedly the son of Hudabo and Balanos. He's almost as powerful as either, I'd wager."

Gurak shrugged. “I dunno about all that. But, she had a vision of me, her brother, Seaton led a force into the dungeon when it appeared near their city underwater. This was one of the rewards inside of it, she was told through a vision of my coming, to use this to save my life and, then I slept underwater for the last two years."

Zamdor rubs his chin still. “That's... a lot." Zamdor had a hard time wrapping his head around all of this information, all at once.

Gurak nods. “Seaton was the leader of the merfolk we met that day, on the beach. He didn't know my name then, so, he just referred to me as 'meatfriend' since I gave him cooked meat, that day."

Zamdor's eyebrows perked. “That's...quite an interesting coincidence." The odds of the same man they met that day on the beach, then befriending the orc later on, weren't high. That's a bet the bull wouldn't have put coin on.

Gurak nods. “I doubt it was." He chuckles. “Well, over the day, I learned to speak underwater, even cast magic underwater." He smiles

Zamdor blinks. “Casting underwater has always been a difficult thing for folks. Without the ability to speak, incanting is basically impossible. A big part of why we don't want to explore under there is the danger of having no means of self-defense. Magic tends to be the first and last line many folks employ."

Gurak nodded. “Yeah, moving underwater is much more challenging, magic would be the preferred tool in that situation. Anyway, Blert showed up, suddenly. Another coincidence." He looks up at the sky, almost with an accusatory expression. “Anyway, that's where I was. Seaton was someone I befriended and, well I got close with."

Zamdor squinted. “You bed him?"

Gurak grunted in surprise, almost jumping to the side at the accusation. “WHA! Why would you ask that!?"

Zamdor laughed. “You sly orc. It's not enough to have me, Wukin, Rulu, and Towen all vying for you, but you go and get a merfolk to fall in love with you too." He shakes his head.

Gurak droops his head, a mix of embarrassment and shame.

Zamdor grins after a few moments. “He must be a hell of a man, to catch your eye. I can't wait to meet him." The bull's hand came around to cup the orc's chin and lift his head ever so gently.

Gurak's eyes lifted slightly, as his head was lifted by Zamdor's hand, seeing Zamdor smiling, Rulu too, and then turning to look at Wukin who nodded as well. “You...aren't mad?"

The three shook their heads. “We're already sharing you as it is. What's one more name added to the list?" Zamdor said.

Guark chuckled softly and sighed. “Sorry."

Zamdor lifted his hand and patted Gurak's back gently. “Hush that." He says softly. “I have no doubt you were led to him for a reason. As you've pointed out, the coincidences are piling up, it can't be helped and is likely the part of some grand design we are not privy to."

Gurak nods his head softly. It was of little consequence, there was nothing he could do to change the state of things, or how the board was set, he was a piece of it and was merely playing his part to the best of his ability. But he'd find a way to shake up the board, and set it to his favor, somehow, someway. His life, and the lives of those he loved, weren't tools to be used by anyone.

“I have no doubt the man will be integral to our success. Just as each of us all have an important role I wager as well. Our unique talents all seem to be perfect for an adventurers group." The bull pointed to himself. “The mage." Then his hand pointed to Gurak. “The healer." His hand went to Rulu. “The swordsman." Then, finally pointed to Wukin. “The rogue."

Gurak blinked, he looked at each of them, he'd never thought about it, but his group made for a good composition in a party. “Huh…"

Zamdor laughed softly. “I started theorizing years ago when we met. Wukin showing up sort of got the wheels turning in my head." He looks up. “Towen is a special case I suppose. Perhaps he and Rulu share the swordsman role." He shrugs softly. "Mayhaps his being a knight makes him unique, just as the merfolk is unique..."

Gurak nods his head. “Seaton carried a spear, though I never saw him use it. He was also quite proficient in fire and water magics."

Zamdor nodded. “Hm. Well, it's something I'll think about another time." The older bull rumbled out as he scratched his chin. The older man had a sharp mind, and would likely find a theory that fit fairly well.

Gurak nodded and looked along the road, the dirt path before him stretched outward as far as he could see, going over hills and around clusters of trees.

“Did you guys...ever look for me?" He asked finally, the question on his mind. “I mean, I know you were looking for me, but, I mean...the adventurer's guild, my adventurer's plate, you should've been able to find me. They made a big deal about how it could be used to track me down if anything ever happened."

Wukin spoke up this time. “That was one of the first things I did when I got back to Halfsea. We had them track your plate. But they couldn't find it. They could see you were alive, or, at least, not dead?" He shrugs. “But, we couldn't find you. There was...some kind of interference, there was too much mana around you, I think is what they said."

Gurak blinked, that made sense. The ocean was abundant with mana, much like it must have shielded the merfolk from the view of the gods, did it shield him from the adventurer's guild form of detection? He didn't know how this could be helpful, but it might be beneficial to keep in mind, at least.

Gurak pondered this for a few more minutes as they traveled. He did eventually look to Zamdor and spoke up. “Do you think I imagined it all?" He asks, finally, looking at the bull. Worried about his opinion of the orcs recounting of what he remembered.

Zamdor looked at him and smiled gently. “I do not. Things like the theory of multiple worlds rarely left the mage's college, unsubstantiated theories have no place outside those walls. I mean no disrespect, but the odds of you hearing such a claim in your home village, or even while traveling seems unlikely. Also." He laughs softly. “I don't think your village ever knew the world's name. So you knowing it suddenly and clearly." He cants his head to the side. “If I didn't know you, where you were from, and what you'd been through, I'd doubt your words immediately."

He grins gently. “But, I do know you. You've shared much of your life with me. You gain nothing by being dishonest with me." He nods his head softly. “I believe every word you said. But I must remain objective, as objective as I can anyway, so I consider other angles and reasons for what you say." He shrugs. “I meant no offense."

Gurak shook his head softly. “You didn't offend me. I was just worried I'd lost your trust."

The old bull laughs and grins. “You? Never. I'd follow you into Damato with a smile on my face if that's what you asked of me. I bet the others are of the same mind."

The orc chuckles. “Well, let's hope that's not something we have to do." He sighed and just imagined what hells they'd be subjected to going forward. Walking into literal hell didn't seem like a fun prospect.

Wukin leaned against Gurak and put his arm around the orc, above Rulu's own. Zamdor's hand on the orc's neck kneading it gently. The four of them traveled like this for a while longer. Taking their time as they headed for Churreg. It was still a ways away, the orc had no idea how far away really.

But he trusted in his father's words, that he needed to seek out Towen next, whatever calamity was on the horizon, they had to meet it together if anything good was to come of it.

The hours seemed to drift by. The sun rose higher in the sky and then started to fall on the other side. They talked here and there, but it wasn't anything as deep as earlier. Just what they might have for their meal. Rulu spent a lot of his free time, learning to cook. Wukin had focused on farming, Zamdor on training the mercenary group and Rulu was learning to feed them. It was all kind of sweet in Gurak's mind.

As the sun finally started to set, they pulled the wagon off the road and into a small area off to the side. Near enough the road to see it, but not so close as to get in the way of anyone traveling. Gurak watched the trio hop out of the wagon, and start setting up camp, it was like he hadn't been gone a day. Wukin set about unhitching the horses, and Zamdor set up a corral-like area for them, with a roofed-in area, he even set up a water and food trough for them.

Rulu set up the cooking area after Zamdor cleared it out with rocks. Gurak sat on the wagon and watched, almost in awe of his new family, each had found a place for themselves and took to it.

Gurak climbed off the wagon and grabbed his pack, pulling out the flask of water, filling the horse's water trough, and then over to sit with Rulu. “Can I do anything to help?"

Rulu smiled and nodded. “You can cook, if you want to. I missed your way of making food."

Gurak smiled, his face turning a shade darker. He nodded and dug into his backpack, pulling out two pans, one for meat, one for veggies, he set about cooking like he always did. The fear of whatever skill he caused underwater lingered in the back of his mind, but he couldn't believe it was something negative.

He dug into his pack and the meat was still as fresh as the day he put it in. A pair of gryphon meat steaks started sizzling in one pan, the other was littered with sliced spuds first, then some milk and cheese. The new scents fill the air around the group.

Zamdor was especially curious about this new spud creation. “What're you making Gurak?"

The orc grinned. “It's a surprise. Honestly, it's usually baked if I recall correctly, but it should be really good fried like this all the same. Probably." He laughs softly and smiles at the bull.

Zamdor didn't seem worried, he was practically salivating, watching the milk and cheese mixture bubble in the pan.

Thankfully they didn't have to wait too long. The meat was portioned out and everyone got a bit of meat with their spuds, though the bull's portion was much smaller, as the orc knew Zam wasn't keen on it, it was still important to get protein, so the bull relented and accepted it.

He did get a larger portion of the spuds, however. “So, what is it?" The bull asks as he uses his fork to spear several slices of the spuds, with cheese mixed in between them.

The orc rumbles out. “Ahh, back home we called it scalloped potatoes, but, you can just call it scalloped spuds, I guess?"

Zamdor nodded, another forkful shoved into his mouth, the herbs on top were visible as well, though barely a thought in the bull's mind, the cheese and spud mix was something he didn't have words for, the taste was unique, the texture was wholly different. The orc had outdone himself with this preparation.

Each of them glowed slightly while eating, it was a greenish glow this time. The orc blinked and watched them, then smiled. Well, at least a green glow typically meant a short-term buff. He knew blue was affection, red was a new skill, though he still worried about what that could portend. But green usually meant a short-term buff, like when he'd made the meal outside Whetstin, with Brun's group.

After the meal, Gurak checked his status screen, and it was the same 'made with love' buff, so that was good, at least it was something familiar.

The four of them cleaned up the camp after that and made their shelter for the night. A stone enclosure like before, and an extra-large bedroll, Gurak and the others, all climbing into it. Zamdor, much like the night before, laid down and had the others cuddle up around him. The orc figured that was how things went when he disappeared, the bull had taken on the dominant role in his absence. It made sense. Besides himself, Zamdor was the only other one with a dominant streak to him.

The last thing done was Zamdor erected a wind barrier around the camp.

The orc smiled and settled in. This wasn't a bad arrangement. The bull was comfortable and warm, his arms cradling Wukin and Rulu, while the orc lay over him, his own hands rubbing the pair as well.

The orc drifted off to sleep, with his hands rubbing fur on one side, and scales on the other, his fingers drifting across the different textures before he drifted off to sleep, his face in against the bull's chest, feeling the thump of Zamdor's heartbeat as darkness overtook him. The orc's chest to the bull's own. Laying atop the bull like he was a muscled green blanket.

The orc was standing in a field of wheat, each of his friends around him, even Towen and Seaton. One by one they fell though and disappeared into the wheat that stood shoulder high. He couldn't move, no matter how much he struggled, each of them, one by one, just fell into the wheat and disappeared. The wheat started to catch fire around him as well, the flame encircling him and where the others had been, trapping them inside, giving them no means of escape.

He pulled at the invisible grip on his arms to reach out to them, but nothing seemed to help.

Gurak awoke to Rulu, Wukin, and Zamdor holding him, practically restraining his arms. The orc blinked and looked at each of them. “What's wrong?"

Zamdor put his hand on the orc's face and stroked it gently, the orc had been crying in his sleep, and the bull's thumb wiped the tears away. “You were yelling and flailing in your sleep. Are you okay?"

The orc nods his head slowly. “Yeah, I think so. I just had a bad dream...I dreamed each of you just...disappeared in a field and I couldn't reach you to help you."

Zamdor hugged the orc gently. “We'll be fine. Ignore those dreams, we can take care of ourselves, and even if we can't, we have you, the most powerful orc, maybe the most powerful being on the continent to protect us." He grins and kisses Gurak's forehead.

Gurak nodded faintly and sighed. “Heh, yeah, thanks." He laid his head back down onto Zamdor's chest and did his best to fall back asleep, though it wasn't as deep and comforting as the night they'd spent in Halfsea. No other bad dreams came, but truly restful sleep was equally elusive.

Gurak woke up, to a familiar sensation. He peeked open his eyes. Feeling the warm arm of Zamdor around him. Gurak was on his side, Zamdor's arm around him and facing toward Rulu. His head laying on the bull's other arm, the warmth around his dick was all too obvious. He looked down, seeing Rulu slowly bobbing his head, the orc chuckled and moved his hand down, stroking his fingers over the lizardman's head scales lightly.

“You, really want orc for breakfast, huh?" He chuckles softly, and Rulu pulls back slowly to kiss along the orc's length.

“Just love waking you up this way." He whispers and grins.

“I don't mind it. It's a great way to wake up." Gurak rumbled out, his hand stroking the lizardman's head tenderly.

Rulu smiled up at him and kissed the orc's length gently. Gurak rumbled out softly and grins. With the four of them laying so close together, it was almost impossible to not squirm when receiving such physical affection, and the orc's movements, slight as they were did eventually rouse and wake both Zamdor. In doing so, Zamdor's movements awoke Wukin.

The bull's hand moved to rub Gurak's back as he rumbled out, and Wukin sat up, leaning against Gurak, watching the lizardman work his lips along the orc's length.

Gurak huffed and chuckled as he leaned back into the touch, rumbling softly.

Zamdor spoke up first, with a bit of amusement in his voice. “So what're we doing this morning?" His hand kneads the orcs back slowly.

Gurak leaned back and rumbled. “Mmm, well, as much fun as it was for you Zam, I don't think I'm keen on bottoming again for a while." He chuckles. “But, I do like being on the other side of things. So, I suppose it's up to you fellas, I kinda wanna top."

Rulu lowers his mouth to the base of Gurak's length, then pulls back slowly, nuzzling up against it and smiling. “Well, me and Wukin like bottoming, Zam does too, but only for you." He looks at the others and grins. “How about we all sorta do something together, the four of us."

Gurak blinked. “How so?" He asked. Wukin looked quizzically at Rulu as well.

Rulu sat up a bit and grinned. “Well, you and Zam are the only tops, me and Wukin are bottoms, so, just gotta have me and Wukin in a position we can do stuff to each other, while we bottom. Seems simple enough." He had the concept down, but not the mental image in mind when he said it.

Gurak nods and grins. “Mm, okay." The orc turns to look at Zamdor. “Raise some rocks to about….thigh level, not quite bed size though, but wide enough for them to lay on it."

Zamdor stood up and once everyone moved, some stone was lifted to about knee level. Gurak grinned and nodded at the table-like structure. “Okay then. Rulu you and Wukin on there. In a sixty-nine position, sucking on each other." The pair remembered doing something similar back before they made it to Halfsea.

Wukin moved to lay on his back and Rule climbed over him. The pair didn't waste much time, Rulu's lips were around Wukin's length and the monkey was pressing his face up to start suckling on the lizardman's length in return.

Gurak and Zamdor leaned in together and shared a little kiss, the orc moving around Wukin and Zamdor behind Rulu. Gurak took his time to lean in and rim the monkey, which made him squirm, and stiffen up in Rulu's maw all the faster.

Zamdor however, knew Rulu was up to the task, the pair had likely been fooling around for the whole time Gurak was gone. That was especially noticeable when Zam carefully lined himself in and just sunk into the lizardman, with practiced ease.

Rulu moaned loudly and pushed his rump back, the older bull leaning over to slowly rock his hips, the pair had been doing this for a while.

Gurak felt pangs of jealousy run in him, but he ignored them, both of his men were happy and with him, that's all that mattered overall, not who made each other happier, just that they were all happy.

After a few moments of the orc tongue working over the monkey's passage, he stood up and leaned over. Carefully aiming his orcish length at the monkey's backside and nudging it. The simian's sphincter resisted a little at first, but eventually relented, as his thick length inched its way inside.

Slowly but surely the orc's hips pressed forward till his balls were up against the monkey's tail, and his belly rubbed the lizardman's head. Zamdor grins at Gurak, leaning over to kiss along the lizardman's shoulders, then up to kiss the orc's chest once, and finally to his lips.

The orc returns the affection, his hand stroking Wukin's side, his other rubbing over Rulu's head, as it bobs on the monkey's length. The orc and bull shared a heated tongue-wrestling kiss for several moments.

The room was almost completely silent as the four bodies rocked and ground against one another, the occasional slurp, or moan, the thud of skin against skin or fur the only real sounds as they all shared this moment. Zamdor's hands rubbed along Rulu's back and side, his other reaching out to stroke Gurak's face as they kissed.

Zamdor was surprised when he felt hands on his ass, pulling him closer in. He broke the kiss long enough to realize it was Wukin's hands squeezing his rump and pulling him in against Rulu's backside. The old bull chuckles softly, he widens his legs just a bit and leans over, starting to thrust harder into the lizardman.

Rulu's eyes already mostly shut, squeezed shut completely as he felt the bull picking up the pace, causing the lizardman to moan louder and his hands gripping the stone under him as well as Wukin's thigh. When he opened his eyes, he had a front-row seat of watching Gurak's thick orc dick pumping into Wukin's fuzzy ass. The thick green slab pulled at the skin, and made for an incredible view, especially so close. The visual stimulation was a lot for the poor lizardman. Seeing the orcs dick in action like this was setting his mind alight with images of how his own rump must be looking.

Wukin, got to see that. The monkey's eyes looking up and watching that thick bull dick stretching out the lizardman's ass. The bull's massive balls swayed as he moved, the monkey's eyes were transfixed on the heavy pair moving so quickly, back and forth just inches above his face. His hands moving around and up slightly to grip the bull's thighs and ass, squeezing them. The sight of the bull's dick pumping in and out only made the monkey all the more worked up, his backside squeezing down around the length pumping in and out of him slowly, while his cock was suckled so eagerly. Wukin did his best to hold back, but there was too much stimulation for him, and he was the first to reach his climax.

Wukin's fingers dug into Zamdor's firm ass as his monkey shaft throbbed in Rulu's muzzle, shooting his cum into that hungry maw, and his ass clamping down around Gurak. The orc leaned over, kissing Zamdor, and groaned loudly, feeling the monkey's ass squeezing down around him, he hilted and ground his length in against the monkey's body. He shuddered and tightened his grip before his orgasm washed over him and surges of orc seed shot as deep into the monkey as Gurak was able to push it.

None of this was lost on Rulu, he tasted Wukin's orgasm as it hit. Then, hearing the orc above him moaning, and seeing that dick so close, he only saw the base, of course, but he could tell that it was throbbing. Just seeing it like this had him all the more turned on, and it wasn't much longer before his orgasm peaked. His body squeezed up tightly around the bull's invading dick, and his lizardman cum shooting into Wukin's awaiting maw. It was only a split second after he came, that he felt Zamdor's orgasm as well, and his rump was flooded with heat.

Zamdor felt Wukin's fingers dig into his ass firmly, squeezing and holding him tight, he couldn't have known the monkey had hit his climax, not in his position, at least. But he heard and felt Gurak's, as their kiss deepened and the orc's moans were only muffled due to their kiss, it was only moments later that he felt Rulu clamping down around him, the sudden tightness and already incredible heat of the lizardman's ass around him nudged him that last bit over the finish line. His body leaned forward and gave a firm rock of his hips as his orgasm unloaded deep within Rulu.

The pulses of bull cum flood into the lizardman's body, and it is so much that some leaked out and dripped down onto Wukin's face unexpectedly.

The four of them slumped together and caught their breath. Rulu and Wukin had a harder time of it since they were breathing through their noses. Gurak and Zamdor slowly pulled back, causing both their respective bottoms to moan at the stimulation as they pulled away.

Once free, Rulu slipped off the stone slab and lay on the ground for a few moments. Wukin stayed laying there, catching his breath and using a hand to wipe the bull cum off his face, only to lick it off of his finger a moment later, so it wasn't wasted.

The four of them sat together. Rulu and Wukin leaned against one another, Gurak and Zamdor not too far away sitting by themselves, smiling and looking at each other.

Gurak spoke up with a grin. “SO that was….way more intense than I expected." He said, looking at the others.

Wukin nodded, one arm lightly around Rulu as he replied. “There was so much going on all at once, it was hard to hold back. Watching Zamdor's dick move like that, it was so….arousing."

The bull blushed and chuckled. “Hah, thank ya, lad. I'm glad you enjoyed the view. Makes an old man feel good."

Rulu chuckled. “I had the same view, well sort of. Seeing Gurak's push into you, over and over, just had me thinking all kinds of things and it had me unable to hold back too."

Gurak blushed now and smiled. “The way you two were sucking on each other, it was really hot too. You guys were making so much noise and sounded like you were having such a good time."

The four of them shared a few chuckles before they got up and headed out. Zamdor used stone to shape a tub for them and then using the urn of water Gurak had made, they filled it up, then using Gurak's fire, heated it. After all that, they climbed in and cuddled up close, Gurak and Zamdor's arms holding them all together. Multiple kisses were passed between each of them, as they simply shared a moment between the four of them of unparalleled happiness. At not only the shared intimate moment but of the deep affection they all now shared for each other. Gurak knew they all liked each other before. But, this morning in this moment, it was the first time he felt like they were all really and truly a family.

They stayed like this for some time. Just the four of them pressed together, a myriad of kisses shared between all four of them, time and time again as they held close and nuzzled each other. Eventually, however, they did start to pull away and start washing themselves up. Using the soaps that they had each brought of their own, since, Gurak had disappeared, each had needed to start providing for themselves, and as such each had their bag of things they'd brought with them now.

After everyone was washed up, the group got together to work on breakfast. Gurak started sizzling up some meats, Zamdor sat beside him, a good number of different vegetables, that Gurak didn't recognize were in the pan Zamdor was using. The orc and bull leaned against one another as they cooked. Wukin and Rulu tended to the horses and started putting their gear into the wagon. Once everything was taken care of, they joined Zamdor and Gurak. Wukin leaning against the orc and Rulu the other side, leaning against Zamdor.

Gurak and Zamdor finished cooking and everyone ate. Nothing triggered this time, which made the orc feel a little more at ease.

For the moment, he focused on finishing his breakfast and then cleaning up afterward. Once everything was cleaned up and their campsite was back to how they'd found it, the four were back on the road again, heading northwest to Churreg. He wasn't sure how much further it would be, but by the middle of the second day, they saw the walls of the orc village, it was massive, almost as big as Halfsea by Gurak's estimation.

The wagon approached and they parked it just outside of the walls, waving to the guards at the southern entrance to their village.

Gurak was the one who came down off the wagon and greeted them in orc. The pair of guards a man and woman smiled and greeted him. He spoke orcish to them, and they replied, the others sat on the wagon and waited, Gurak returned a few minutes later and smiled. “They said we can stay the night, we'll make for the human town to the east afterward.

Zamdor had a rather nervous expression but said nothing as they led their wagon inside and parked it. Unhitched the horses and took them to the stables. Gurak and others then entered Churreg proper, the village was less a village and more a city, for all intents and purposes. The number of people rivaled that of Vrose when he visited it. The city itself was large, almost as big as Halfsea if Gurak had to guess from the view outside, and it was only backed up by seeing inside of the place.

Gurak walked around and took in the familiar sights and sounds of his childhood. There was no need to speak to the chieftain or anything complicated like that. They were just visitors and Churreg seemed keen on them visiting.

Rulu set about looking for supplies they'd need, just some locally grown vegetables and herbs, he haggled in common, and the orc responded in kind. Orcs, after all, decided if they wanted to be considered one of the civilized races they had to speak common like all the others.

There were no restaurants to speak of, but there must have been a dozen smithys. Each had a different style of weapon crafting. Some were more spikey, some smooth and almost elven in design, and yet others were blockier and gave a dwarven aesthetic.

Gurak smiled and figured they must have made equipment for specific clientele. He saw some that looked rather plain overall but had something of an ornate flair here and there, figuring the orcs here were making them for humans who liked that sort of thing. Knowing your target audience was half the sale.

Gurak and the others looked over the offered items. Rulu already had a sword on his back, Gurak didn't recognize the design, it looked intricate and complicated. He had a shield of similar looking design on his arm. They looked like a matching pair. Had they gone into a dungeon at some point while he was away?

Wukin had daggers at his hips, they looked similar in style, Gurak hadn't noticed them carrying them around when walking in Halfsea, maybe they felt safer there, it made sense to keep your guard up in a new place. Gurak understood that, at least.

Zamdor only had a short staff on his hip, little notches in it kept it secured in the rope holster he used to keep it on his hip. Gurak looked at it a few moments, before guessing it was likely something similar, he didn't pry about it, not at the moment, at least.

The four of them walked around, admiring the village and talking among themselves, but not about anything in particular.

Once they'd had their fill, they made their way to the visitor's inn, the orcs had a special part of the village for folks who visited. Gurak spoke to the owner. He offered over the twelve silver pieces for their place to sleep. The orcs had a number of huts for visitors, rather than a building with rooms, each person got their own orc hut to stay in, or, depending on the size of the party involved, they could have up to a hut holding six people.

Gurak got a hut with two beds, since they'd all probably end up sleeping together in one anyway, they'd just move the beds around to make one larger bed. Gurak remembered how big his bed was as a kid, so figured that there would be plenty of space for all four of them with two beds together.

Gurak and the others retired to their private hut after being told where it was. They set their things down and relaxed together. They had no trouble pushing the beds together. It wasn't quite as rustic as living in Drugkar, and Rizdrad didn't have the expectation of visitors when he and Rulu arrived.

So this was a wholly different experience. The floors were wooden, the hut was sturdy and well made, well furnished, and there was even a small fire pit in the center for warmth. Gurak and the others all settled onto the two beds pushed together, all of them cuddled up and just enjoying the moment for the time being.

There was no pressing business, no complicated things to hash out. Just the four of them lying together and relaxing. Gurak leaned against Zamdor, whose hands rubbed along Wukin and Rulu's backs, the group relaxing together and watching the sun start to set over the wall of the orc village.

Gurak set about making dinner since there wasn't much else to do, and he wanted to make it another special occasion. Gurak was focused on the firepit and setting up his cooking station when the other three spoke quietly behind him.

Gurak, despite how acutely aware of most things he typically was, remained oblivious to this. Wukin excused himself and slipped out the front. Gurak figured he just needed to use the restroom or perhaps wanted to pick up some piece of gear he saw and was thinking about. Rulu came to sit with Gurak and started helping him make dinner. The orc appreciated the extra help, Zamdor sat behind him on the bed, messing with something. The orc wasn't sure what, of course, as he was focused on cooking and taking his time while doing it, so it'd be good.

Wukin returned a while later, he looked pretty pleased with himself, though he didn't say anything and kept something hidden from view as he came in. Gurak didn't pay attention to the monkey though. He was keeping his eye on the last of the gryphon steaks he had in his pack. There was only the meat and fish he'd bought from Whetstin left in his pack after this, as well as the numerous spices he'd bought before, and the herbs he'd picked back then.

Gurak was so intently focused, that when the bigger bull and monkey snuck up slowly, and Rulu carefully scooted aside, he was completely surprised when the monkey grabbed his feet and the bull gripped his wrists.

The orc struggled as he looked at the pair. Completely confused as to why they would do this. He didn't struggle too hard. Maybe they were confused? Perhaps some magic had taken control of their minds, did such a thing exist? Whatever the reason, he didn't want to hurt them, so he didn't struggle very hard. When he was finally turned around and sat on the bed, facing toward whatever Zamdor had been doing, his struggling stopped completely and he was confused again.

Gurak's eyes took in the view of a small cake, barely big enough for one person, with a candle on it, a few stone boxes were beside it, likely meant to be gift boxes, but the bull didn't have anything to put them in, so he used stone for it. The orc smiled and went slack.

The three of them smiled as he was set on the edge of the bed, facing towards the cake and gifts. “Happy birthday Gurak!" The three shouted with grins. The orc smiles and hugs the others around him tightly.

He finally spoke. “You know it's seasons away." He laughs softly. Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke, it didn't matter that it was, it made him happy they wanted to celebrate it all the same. He had been gone for quite some time, his birthday was in autumn. From the looks of the trees and everything it was probably springtime now.

The three nodded. “We know," Zamdor said finally. “But you kinda took off on the day we were meant to celebrate it. So we wanted to wait, we talked about it on the way here when we could. We had Wukin sneak off to get a cake and ask around about both Earth and orc birthday customs" The bull laughs. “Did you want to challenge one of us to a fight?"

Gurak laughs and looks at the three. “Nah, I don't think I wanna do that." He smiles though, looking at the three. “That's such a weird custom anyway. Why would you make a challenge to someone else, on your birthday of all days?" He rumbles out. “We did it back home too, everyone always wanted to fight me." Gurak chuckles softly.

The others looked at him and smiled. “Well, maybe it was to see how much stronger they had gotten in that year? Or maybe it was to see if they could become the new strongest. To prove to themselves, their family, or the gods themselves, how much they've grown." Wukin said after a moment.

Gurak nodded. “I dunno, maybe. It was always such a strange thing though. Especially on my birthday, 'cause I had no one to challenge." He chuckles softly.

Rulu looked to Gurak. “Well, who did you challenge then?"

Gurak blinked and looked at the cake. “My dad." He smiles a touch after that. “I always won, cause I was ridiculously strong compared to everyone else. My dad though, never got upset, or never showed it anyway. If anything, year after year. He looked more and more proud than anything else."

The other three went quiet at that. Wukin and Rulu hugged the orc gently. Zamdor reached out for the cake and lifted it, offering it to Gurak, he carefully blew out the candle and smiled.

Rulu spoke first, hugging the orc softly. “What did you wish for?" He asked.

Gurak smiled and looked at the candle, the wisp of smoke coming off of it the focus of his eyes. “You know I can't tell you that. It won't come true."

Rulu smirks and nods. “Fair enough." He leans up and kisses Gurak's cheek.

Gurak set the cake aside for the time being and turned back to finish cooking, so he didn't burn the dinner he'd worked so hard on.

The others waited for dinner to be finished, eager for both the meal and the strange cake confection. Gurak split up the steak into smaller portions, he made sure to give Zamdor the smallest piece of meat, it was only a single bite or two. While the rest of his plate was veggies and bread, with cheese melted over it.

The four of them ate their meal together, smiling and leaning against one another gently.

After the meal was done, they turned back to the cake, Wukin sliced it into smaller pieces, so each got a slice of the cake. It wasn't quite chocolate, but it tasted close. The texture was similar to the cake as he remembered it, as well. He looked at the monkey curiously. “Where did you get this?"

Wukin grinned. “That orc in Macta. I snuck off not too long ago asking him about earth customs for birthdays, and what you did there. He said they made cakes and gave gifts." The monkey then grinned.

Gurak smiled softly, he turned to kiss Wukin's cheek now. “Thank you." He grins as he looks at Rulu and Zamdor. “All of you, thank you."

Zamdor grins and they all dig into their cake once more, devouring the small slices they had rather quickly.

Now that the cake was finished. Zamdor picked up the three rock boxes and handed them over to Gurak. He took the first and chuckled. “Am I supposed to break the rock?"

Zamdor grunted! Then shook his head. He touched the box gently and one of the rock sides slid off easily. In the first package was a ring. It didn't look especially impressive or unique. Gurak looked at it curiously and then the other three.

Each one then lifted a hand and they were all wearing one that looked almost identical to it. Gurak smiled then. “Is this like, a wedding band?"

Zamdor grinned and nodded. “Something like that, yeah. Since the four of us are, for all intents and purposes a couple, I wanted to get us matching rings, to signify that. Each is set with a different stone, to signify who are are individually, but the bands are all the same." Zamdor's ring had a blue stone, probably a sapphire in it, matching his fur color. Rulu's was an onyx-looking stone. Wukin's was like a pearl, white in color, lastly, was the one in the box, it had an emerald looking stone in it. He carefully slipped it onto his finger and smiled. If he ever found a light and dark mana cryst, he'd like to enchant the rings with something special.

The second box was handed over to him and Zamdor used his earth magic to unlatch it as well, opening it up, Gurak found armor inside. It was pretty similar to his old armor. Much of his chest was left exposed, and the majority of the armor covering was around his shoulders and arms. Gurak smiled as he looked from Rulu to Wukin.

Rulu smiled back. “I liked how your old armor looked so I wanted to find something similar, I know how important it was to you, so I tried to get something that would look close to what you had before."

Gurak grinned and leaned in, kissing Rulu's cheek. “I love it. And I like how it still lets me show off my chest. I know you enjoy the view." Rulu's face darkened and he turned his head away slightly. Gurak just grinned and rubbed the lizardman's back.

Zamdor grunted. “Hey, how come his gift got him a kiss!"

Gurak blinked and smiled. He set the second box aside, stood up, and leaned over, kissing Zamdor fully on the lips for several moments. Holding that moment between them before he pulled back and grinned. “Better?"

Zamdor grinned and he nodded. “Much."

Gurak sat back down and Zamdor offered him the final box, he of course used his earth magic to make it easy to open and Gurak slid the side off the last box, looking inside to find a pair of boots, he looked to Wukin curiously.

The monkey smiled. “I know how much we tend to travel, so I got you new boots, but not just any boots, these are enchanted with earth magic to make them really durable and almost indestructible. They should last for years and years!"

Gurak smiled as he looked over them, his hand touching the leather, it felt strong to the touch, but also soft somehow. He leaned over then and kissed Wukin firmly on the cheek as well. Before leaning back and looking at the three men in his life with a sigh and a smile.

Zamdor spoke up first. “Is something wrong?"

The orc shook his head slowly. “Hm? No, not at all. Honestly for the first time, in a long, long while it feels like everything is finally right in my life. I'm just...enjoying the moment."

Zamdor smiled and nodded. “Good, I'm glad to hear it lad." Zamdor took the stone boxes and sent them back down into the earth, putting the stone back where he got it, more or less.

After everything, the group made ready for bed. Zamdor, Wukin, and Rulu all settled into bed. Gurak said he was going to stay up just a little longer, and stepped outside of the hut, he sat just outside of it, looking up at the sky, watching as the stars slowly came into view, now that the sun was down and the light was waning.

He looks up at the sky, each of the stars twinkling ever so slightly.

A single tear rolls down his cheek and he smiles. “Wish you were here Dad." He whispers.

A few feet away, unseen by Gurak, or anyone at all really, a lone shadowy figure stood just beside the hut, ever so slightly out of the orc's peripheral vision, watching the orc sitting on the step, looking up at the sky. A reply as soft as the wind was given. “I'm always here, son."

Gurak felt the wind blow around him and turned his head towards the direction it came from, a little off to the side of the hut, nothing about the area stood out as he looked in that direction, but Gurak smiled and looked back up into the sky a few moments longer. He knew he was sitting outside of the hut and alone, but for the briefest moment, he didn't feel like he was by himself.

It was a few moments later he stood up and closed the front flaps of the hut as he went inside, and climbed into bed with the others. Pressing in close against them and holding them tightly as he drifted off to sleep.