A Hero's Tail
It's been a rough week and I thought maybe people would enjoy some fantasy escapism. So I jumped this story up my release list, people might be interested to know I already have a part2 written and up on my patreon, along with a good few stories not yet released publicly (I will get to them all in time). Anyway, have a mage ferret learning a few things about the perils and pleasures of being a hero.
Cowpat was a small village, with a problem. Aside, of course, from its really unfortunate name. There is a heartwarming story behind it, one I'm not going to tell. However, suffice to say it involves a farmer, a knight and a very obstinate pregnant heffer. It ended well, for the cow at least. No, Cowpat's problem was something far more serious than an unfortunate name. A mythical beast was stalking the farms and fields around the village and had already attacked many of the villagers. Luckily so far nobody had died, but it was only a matter of time.
They petitioned the local Baron for help. As landlord, it was his job to keep them safe. Or that was what he had told them many times when he claimed both rent and taxes from them. Rather than send out his own men, he put out a call for heroes and offered a bounty on the beast. Fifty golden sovereigns for the hero who slew the beast of Cowpat.
Although, after weeks of waiting the village was rather disappointed to find no hero turned up. Possibly because many of them thought that it was a joke, after all, who names a village thusly? Most likely, however, because the reward offered was rather less than required for a trained professional to take on a kelpie.
A kelpie is not an easy beast to kill. Able to shift into many forms, though usually a horse. That is often how it traps its victims. Appearing as a wild unbranded black horse, always by a river, a fine-looking beast very tame and willing to put up with an unwary human; who is usually blinded by the gold coins he thinks it is worth. Many a foolish man has tried to mount one, only to find it is impossible to dismount. The fur turns to a strange magical glue, holding the rider in the saddle, as the beast leaps into the river and dives down into the depths. It has many other forms and guises, along with an ability to control other horses.
Other Kelpies appear in a hybrid form, human-shaped but with more equine features and fur. Leaping out of the water onto the back of an unsuspecting horse which it drives mad and dashes with the screaming rider into the depths...
Cor paused in his reading as the wagon pulled to a stop. The ferret glanced around and quickly rolled up his scroll. Fifty gold-sovereigns was a paltry sum. However, for a recent graduate of the mage's guild, it represented something else. An opportunity. Specifically a chance to make a name for himself. Skilled in elemental magics, water gave him no fear. He would simply cast a spell before he engaged the beast, to make sure he would be able to breathe underwater, should the occasion call for it.
From what he had heard of the beast's attacks he was sure it was one of the anthro versions of the kelpie. A weaker kind, needing their victims to ride by and unable to hold them in the saddle. Cor smiled, his youthful face a glow at the prospect of earning his first kill. He tossed a coin to the wagon driver who tipped his cap respectfully. The ferret knew that the man was respecting his staff and robes, not himself. Mages are to be respected, even the ones that are young and unknown; because an offence to one mage was an offence to all mages. Everyone had a tale to tell of some fool insulting a young mage only to have an elder of the order come and show them the error of their ways. Usually by inflicting unspeakable horrors upon them.
Jumping down the lithe creature stared around the village. It was not much, but then he had not expected much. A series of rural buildings, mud roads, a blacksmith, a small shop and a tavern. Taking a deep breath the young ferret took a moment to flip his hood up. Figuring that a hooded mage would make more of an entrance. Then after a step or two, he flipped it down, because maybe they should see his face and the serious look in his eyes. It was pretty good, he had practised that look for hours in the mirror. Twenty years of practice, and this was the day he went from apprentice to master.
Licking his lips nervously he ran over his speech in his mind. "I hear you are looking for a hero, your search is over." He paused, was that the final version, or was it "I hear you have a kelpie problem... for now." Yes, that one sounded better. He was sure it would cause a gasp, maybe even a susurration to pass through all the rural men in the pub. All those big strong men, needing some scrawny little mage to save them. Ha! The only way it would have been more perfect was if it was his home town. So he could look those bullying thugs in the eye and know he was their only hope.
So lost in thought was our young mage, that he did not hear the thump of heavy boots behind him. Just as he settled on the final decision and was reaching his hand out to the tavern door, a huge green slab of meat pushed past him. A meaty fist slammed the door open and a deep voice bellowed, "I'm 'er to kill dat kel... kel... kelp... kelpit?"
"Kelpie," Cor supplied the word, while his outrage at the brute before him was brewing. His mouth reacted on instinct to supply information that was needed. While his eyes bored into the back of the huge green meaty neck of the hulking orc that had just shoulder-barged him out of the way and stolen his thunder. A dangerous thing to do to a mage who has an endless supply of lightning to go with said thunder.
"Kelpie, I kill Kelpie for reward!" What could only be described as a susurration rippled around the denizens of the tavern. Which only added fuel to the fire of the mage's ire. That was supposed to be his susurration! The farmers were supposed to be whispering about the all-powerful mage that would save them with his arcane arts. Not some orc barbarian with a claymore.
Biting his lip to stop himself from screaming out, Cor stood there impotently as the orc swaggered up to the bar. Almost seven-foot-tall, and broad as a barn, the green male took up almost half of the bar as he slammed a meaty fist down to leave a coin, "ale! Then I smash dat Kelpie." a round of cheers followed and the barman pushed the coin back towards the orc. No hero ever has to pay for drinks in the village he was about to save.
Composing himself, the ferret finally stepped across the threshold. The tavern was filled with farming types. Mostly equine and bovine morphs. Though there was a human or two and even a couple of goat men huddled in a corner. Typical mix for a rural village in the kingdom. Nary a predator type in sight. Though one thing that ran through every man there was an ability to take up space that Cor had to feel intimidated by. Broad shoulders and broader stomachs were everywhere. Many in full view through worn and torn shirts that had seen far too many days in the field.
The barbarian's stomach was a match and more for everyman present. His shoulders, arms and chest, however, rippled with muscles. All of which was on display thanks to his clothes, or rather lack of clothes. A simple leather loincloth that had clearly seen a few too many years of service. His left shoulder had a heavy leather spaulder, the only other article of clothing. Cor's mind noted the orc was most likely right-handed and thus needed to protect his left side most.
A small leather pouch was hung from a strap around his neck and a waterskin hung from the orc's belt. Currently resting against a thigh thick as a tree trunk. Gulping the ferret could not help but admit the brute was a fine specimen of manhood. Stepping up towards him the mage gathered his wits, he knew he would need to be careful. As an enraged orc was something no man ever wanted to face. "Excuse me, my good orcine fellow. I am afraid to say that I was about to take the job of slaying yon bothersome thermatilogical rapscallion."
The orc turned to look at him, dark green eyes slowly scanning from head to foot, and then back again. An amused smile on his face, like a lion who finds himself confronted by an irate rodent. Although his brow did furrow with honest confusion and his response confirmed the beast had not understood his words. "You's excused."
Giving an exasperated sign the ferret pulled up his hood. For the extra wizardly look, at least that should gain some respect from the orc. Nobody messes with mages. It also helped to hide his ferrety features which were far more cute than intimidating. Brown fur with cream stripes outlining his eyes and ear. It was a face that said nuzzle me, not fear me. So covering it was his best bet to emphasize his magic prowess, "I said I was about to announce my acceptance of the contract to kill the kelpie."
"But, you's hadna done it yet?" The orc asked, and Cor was relieved that the dumb thug had at least grasped his meaning.
"Well, no but I was about to and I was first to arrive in this... town," Cor hoped that by upgrading the village he might win some support from the locals. However, from the amused looks on their faces, he could see he was failing. The orc was barely even looking at him and was drinking deeply from the huge flagon of free ale the barman had pulled for him. "Let me introduce myself, I am Cor Master Elementalist, holder of the Sacred Chalice of Reese, defender of the mortal realm, proud alumni of the Carden Mage's university." He used a little magic to add some resonance to his words and dim the light in the bar just a little, causing the patrons to hush up and stare in awe. "I am also a fully licenced guild adventurer and therefore have priority over..."
A belch so loud the thatch on the roof practically lifted off cut him off and that was it. The ferret snapped, he had tried to be nice, however, sometimes the only thing you could do with brutes like this was to teach them the hard way. Smiling the ferret smashed his staff onto the ground and spoke a word of command, blue lightning-sparked up from the floor, surrounding his staff. The barman made a dash for the other end of the bar and all the patrons pulled back away from the two. However, the orc did not move, he did not even look impressed.
The blue lightning started to fuse together and he reached out a small hand, clenching it as he felt the lightning wrap around his fingers, like some strange glove, "I give you one last chance to bow out gracefully." He announced, his voice resonating off every wall filled to the brim with all the power he had.
In response, the orc yawned and picked up his ale and started to drink again. "Insolent fool, you will pay for this insult!" The ferret screamed and with a flex of his fingers, he unleashed the full power of his fury. A thousand lances of lightning interwove and shot out against the orc a few feet away. Striking his target true on the chest and enveloping the green beast in blue light and strands of lightning.
As the lightning faded and the blue glow died, Cor blinked. While the orc slammed his now empty tankard down and belched again. "Guild rules, employer picks hero when der's two want the job." The orc informed him, and pulled a small leather purse out, and displayed a small Adventurers Guild token for all to see.
"That would be me," a portly human said, getting up from his seat at a table near the door. "I'll take the orc and not the mage who doesn't know that orcs are naturally resistant to most forms of magic."
"Tanks, name's Rotac, back for pay at sunrise," the orc said tipping his head to the human and utterly ignoring the humiliated ferret.
"I'll need proof of the job being done," the human replied, adding to Cor's humiliation by also ignoring the ferret.
Rotac gave him a nod of understanding but did not reply. The orc did, however, step around the ferret. Which surprised Cor, he had expected the brute to want to stamp down his superiority with a full-on shoulder-barge. With the orc gone, the tavern around him burst into life. No one was looking at Cor and that just made everything worse somehow. Their ignoring his utter humiliation mocked him, saying how utterly irrelevant the little man was.
Taking a few deep breaths he got his rage under control. This was not acceptable, he had not come all the way out into the sticks only to have some great green goon gazump him. No! This would not do. Lifting his staff up he turned without a word and left as fast as he could. The orc was already almost out of the village and moving at pace.
Cor broke into a run, and he saw the orc's head turn. With a green blur, the Rotac had his claymore held in both hands and he gave the ferret a look that said to the mage very clearly, "waveth thy staff, and discover thy error." Although Cor was fairly sure the orc would never be half as erudite.
Holding up his paws in a gesture of reassurance he slowed down, "look, we got off on the wrong foot, Rotac. I spent a week and a half travelling out here, so you can understand my consternation to have the contract appropriated before my eyes."
The orc's flexed muscles relaxed and his brow furrowed once more with honest puzzlement, there was an awkward moment of silence before Rotac muttered, "try oil of caster, that clears dat when I gets bunged up."
Cor's jaw dropped and he had to walk his mind back through what he had said, "consternation, not constipation!" The ferret squeaked with ire once more. As if he would share such intimate details with an orc he had only just met. "I mean I was a bit upset that you beat me to the contract. Cards on the table, this was supposed to be my first contract, my chance to make a name for myself."
"Oh!" The orc replied, scratching his head. "How about Geoffrey, 's a good name, suits you. It's all fancy."
"I have a name! I'm Cor, I said so in yonder tavern," replied the exasperated ferret and then he took a few deep breaths. Calming down he said, "look, could we maybe share the contract? I could be helpful, I've studied kelpies and I know I could help."
"I'm good, tanks," Rotac replied, sheathing his sword once more behind his left shoulder and turning to start walking away again.
"Kelpie's are magical beasts, do you even know how to kill one?" The ferret shouted as his legs started to chase after the orc once more.
"I'm gonna stick it wit me sword," Rotac replied, not breaking stride for a moment, though he did turn his head to add. "I mean me claymore, not my cock. You'd be shocked how many times people suggest dat."
Cor would not actually have been that shocked. Orcs were well known for their more lascivious nature and endeavours. So he was sure an adventurer and hero like Rotac probably got more than his fair share of offers. However, he decided that now was not the time to discuss the hero's privilege that generally came with rescuing fair maidens from being befouled by some beast. Apparently, there was something about being rescued from certain death and befoulment that just made maidens' drawers drop faster than the leaves in autumn.
"Look, I do not want any part of the reward, could I just tag along as your assistant?" The ferret asked desperately. "I promise, I won't get in the way and I can be useful. I mean I am a fully trained and registered mage. I passed all the tests. I was valedictorian... top of my class... well second... technically third, but only cause of time penalty that was unjust. That baby could have been a malignant demon for all I knew. It's not like they did not provide detailed and repeated instructions to expect the unexpected. I mean, it was just a bit scorched and it was constructed of straw, so it really should not have resulted in any deduction of points."
Cor paused in his tirade and suddenly realised he was saying far more than he needed to and certainly more than he cared to admit to. Rotac stared at him for a moment and then shook his head, "you talks lots."
"I... sorry, I get more verbose when I feel increased trepidation," the ferret mumbled, not sure why he was blushing and shying away a little. "I can be quiet, and helpful. If you..."
"If Rotac says yes... you be quiet?" The orc cut in pointedly.
"Yes! Absolutely! I will not say another word, not a single utterance. The very word shall be mum," Cor promised joyfully feeling the relief. As long as his name got recorded on the contract he would get some credit and he could start to build his reputation from there. "Even the Lapine Goddess Auditari herself would not be able to discern our approach, I shall be as silent as the no doubt foul grave we shall bury our..."
"Shhhh!" Rotac somehow managed to shush at volumes hitherto unknown to the mustelid. The orc had his finger to his lips and was bent down so he was snout to nose with the chatty ferret.
Gulping softly, Cor nodded and resolved to keep his mouth shut. Lest he be uninvited from participation in such a noble endeavour as this adventure. So he just followed behind, mentally preparing himself for the fight to come. He found the strong confident presence of the orc to be somewhat reassuring. While his mind spun with a thousand possible outcomes, at least nine hundred of which ended badly.
The orc seemed to have not even the tiniest glimmer of doubt. No doubt that came from a mind that lacked the capacity to run through even a half dozen what-if scenarios. He guessed Rotac lived in what is, oblivious to the what-ifs. It was almost zen. He remembered one of the university masters who had spent almost a hundred years learning to simply live in the moment. While this orc had been born blessedly already in the moment and seemed very unlikely to leave it.
Along a muddy road, the pair walked, side by side. An utterly mismatched duo of unlikely heroes as had ever been seen in the kingdom. Cor found his stride, feeling a little lighter in both body and spirit. At last, he was on his way, his first fight and first real step to being what he had always dreamt of. A hero. He had been just a child when his magical talents had shown themselves and he had been whisked away to school. It was a gift his mother had told him, he was special and he would do great things. She had been so proud and he had held those words close to his heart all through his training. Knowing that, in the end, he would need to earn that pride and respect; even though it had been given freely.
He had plans to visit his home soon. Tell his mother of his life, let her know that it had all been worth it. See all his brothers and sisters again. He knew that he was almost certainly an uncle by now. Cor could picture the scene so clearly, him surrounded by his family, a little nephew or niece on his knee as their strange and powerful uncle told them of his heroic adventures. How he slew the beast of Cowpat. He pondered possibly changing up the name, it could be any one of a hundred villages if need be. It was not like they would go and check.
His thoughts of home died as a green hand grabbed his shoulder, making the ferret nearly jump clear out of his robes in shock. Brought back so quickly to the present he took a sharp breath and glanced up at the orc. Rotac pointed out a bridge in the distance and he nodded. Kelpies often lived under bridges, it was a good place to waylay travellers. Gripping his staff tighter the ferret whispered, "what do you want me to do?"
"Notting," the orc rumbled. "Little ferret stay safe, stay here. Rotac go kill." As he spoke the orc drew his huge claymore and started to advance on the bridge. While Cor bristled, little he may be and technically the orc might be immune to his power. However, the kelpie would not be, he was no helpless maiden who needed to be saved. Although, if he was honest, he knew his drawers would probably drop fast for the orc, in the right circumstances.
"I can help, " the ferret insisted, following the orc. "I have a lot of spells." to emphasize his point the ferret muttered a few words and a soft blue glow came to his fingers, reaching out he touched the orc's arm and the glow briefly showed on Rotac's skin before moving deeper. It was bound for his lungs. "See, now if the kelpie tries to drag you under, you will be able to breathe for a day or two."
"So Rotac spend days held underwater waiting to die?" The orc asked, the horror in his voice rather evident. Cor had not thought of that. If a kelpie got you down into the depths, you were likely at its mercy. So what he had gifted his companion with was a far slower and more torturous death.
"It'll give you time to effect an escape, or for me to rescue you," he muttered in defence, feeling a little embarrassed. As if to prove his point the ferret cast the spell on himself. "See, me too. Gives time for you to get me help. If we need help, that is." Cor was aware that the only help was a village full of people who had clearly decided they could not defeat the beast. He just hoped the orc was not able to follow that point through.
"Rotac needs no help," growled the orc, slapping his chest with the sound of meat thudding heavily on meat. The orc turned and began to walk towards the bridge. A flash of light catching off his claymore as he drew it.
For a moment, Cor just watched him go. Feeling both dejected and rejected at the same time. As the orc reached the bridge, the ferret reached a conclusion. Maybe the orc thought he needed no help. That did not make him right. Mumbling a few words the ferret began to summon some of the arcane elements to his fingers. "It never hurt to have a few spells ready to go at the start of a fight, it could mean you get to the end of the fight." Something the battlemages who taught him used to say. Of course, part of the exams had been winning fights with nothing prepared. This was a different kind of test and the pass mark was survival.
Rotac was standing on the bridge scratching his head. Clearly, the orc had expected an instant battle and was surprised that it had not materialised. He walked to one side of the bridge and leant over giving a challenging roar into the water. It was then that Cor spotted the danger, sneaking up over the other side of the bridge was a beast. Vaguely equine head, and human shape. However, with huge clawed hands and feet and in a heartbeat, Cor knew that the kelpie was about to pounce. Rotac was still bellowing challenges leaning over the side of the bridge oblivious to the danger behind him.
With only half a second to react, Cor knew he had to do something. Kelpies were water spirits, the scrolls had said the first rule when fighting one was to get it away from the water. Raising his staff he barked the word of command and sent a cyclone of air spinning across the bridge.
His aim was true and he hit the kelpie mid-leap sending it howling to the far end of the bridge. It also clipped Rotac, who had no time to balance and tumbled over the low side of the bridge landing in the water with a splash. That Cor had not expected, the cyclone spell must have created enough non-magical air current's to unbalance the greenskin.
Knowing that the beast would only be stunned for a second, and with a victim already waiting in the water, Cor sprinted over the bridge. Calling up a bolt of lightning. As soon as the beast was in sight he let loose with a bolt. Unlike the orc, this beast he could hurt and its ethereal scream echoed in his mind. Then it turned on him, and snarled, shaking itself as it got up on all fours.
Cor gulped, noting that the makers of the scroll had said nothing about the kelpie's fangs and the rows of razor-sharp teeth he could see. If he survived he promised himself he would send a note to the author. Sending out a few fireballs the beast laughed as they hissed on its watery form. Fire posed no threat to a water spirit. Cor felt dumb, for half a second before the beast leapt.
The ferret managed to get his staff up as he was bowled over. It took every ounce of strength he had to push the kelpie's snapping jaws just far enough that they missed him. Snapping so close that his nose was tickled by the brush of the creature's chin fur. The snap was louder than any sound he had ever heard. His strength failing and unable to cast as he used his staff to desperately hold the beast on top of him back. Cor knew his remaining life measured in heartbeats could be counted on the fingers of a blind butcher.
The kelpie pressed forward, and he pushed back feeling his weak muscles straining with everything he had. Fighting desperately on instinct. Jerking his head to the left he managed to avoid another snap of those jaws. However, he knew in a moment the beast would remember its claws and with both hands on his staff desperately pushing on its neck, Cor would have no way to defend and his bloody demise would be all but assured.
Kicking out in pure desperation his tiny foot landed between the beast's legs and it howled rearing back in rage. Gasping the ferret took the moment of respite, but before he could turn his mind to a spell, the kelpie dove back down. Cor felt the weight hitting his arms and his grip on his staff failed. He knew this was it, his first and last great adventure ending in a cautionary tale.
Suddenly the air around him was crimson, as blood gushed forth. Only, not from him. The kelpie's jaws never landed around his throat. Instead, a sliver and red sword tip could be seen poking out the side of its neck. Rotac bellowed an orcish battle cry and pulled his blade back. Spinning around the orc struck the beast again, slicing at its neck. Cor saw the equine head bouncing on the grass beside him, as its lifeless body came crashing down on top of him. Crushing the air out of his lungs.
A moment later the weight was lifted and he looked up into the irate face of an orc, "Rotac needs no help, now he is wet!" The green brute grumbled as he heaved the creature's body off the ferret.
"I... saved you," the ferret stammered, his brain not working as all he could see in his head was the jaws of the kelpie so close they had been to his throat.
"No! Rotac save silly ferret!" Snorted the orc as he grabbed the kelpie's head and held it up. Cor watched dumbstruck as the orc opened the kelpie's eyes for reasons he could not fathom. For a moment the orc glared at it then nodded in satisfaction. Cor assumed that he was just making sure it was dead. For most people, the fact the head was not attached to the body would have been enough. Though Cor knew that for some magical creatures the loss of a head was considered only a minor inconvenience.
Without a further word, the orc grabbed the head by the hair and started to walk away. Cor struggled to his feet, trying to ignore the kelpie blood that was starting to go sticky on his robe. He glared at the leaving orc. Knowing the brute would take full credit and payment. The mage could try and argue, but it was the orc who had been given the contract and the orc had the beast's head. Somehow Cor doubted the villagers would believe him if he insisted he had helped.
Feeling exhausted he just stood there watching until the green shape vanished from sight as it turned into a country lane lined with hedges. Fighting back tears and muttering general obscenities about the unfairness of the world and orcs, in particular, the ferret moved to the now safe stream. Washing the blood as best he could from his clothing, then using a small fire spell to dry them. They were not clean, but they were close enough for a village called Cowpat.
It was nearly evening by the time he built up the courage to return. Finding the orc had already been and claimed the reward, in an odd twist Rotac had insisted on keeping the kelpie's head. In a more shocking twist, the man who had given Rotac the contract and payment approached him and tossed a small purse down, "That orc said to give you this. Said you had an agreement."
Cor picked up the purse. It was heavy with a few coins in it. Tears came unbidden to his eyes, despite his anger Rotac had kept their agreement. Cor clutched the purse tightly. He knew he had earned it, even if Rotac did not believe him. Had he not saved the orc, then neither of them would have walked away from this adventure. "I think... I could use a drink." The ferret said and soon ale was provided the villagers willing and wanting to celebrate with their hero. Drink flowed, and songs were sung. Cor finally felt himself relax and bask in their adulation.
It was not until later that night after the ale had flowed far too freely that he found himself, utterly inebriated and sitting next to the Baron's man. He had never given him a name, so Cor had just called him friend. The man was just as drunk as he, "I suppose your Baron will be pleased." The ferret's words were heavily slurred and his head bobbed around.
"Aye, as will my wife," laughed the man and he gestured for the ferret to lean closer. Then added in a low whisper, "stupid orcs can't count... ha! Gave him just half of the reward, gonna buy a couple of cows with the rest." The man laughed more and continued to drink, while Cor's alcohol addled mind started to think over what he had just heard.
Cor's eyes narrowed as his anger burned through the haze from the drink. His fingers unclenched from around the purse he had held tightly all night and he opened it. Looking inside he found just twelve coins. Had the man not said anything he would have assumed Rotac had decided not to give half. "We risked our lives, stood toe to toe with a beast from hell only to be cheated by some farm scum out of our rightful payment." Cor thought angrily.
Suddenly the entire tavern grew silent and Cor realised he had not just thought that last sentence. No, he had shouted it across the tavern, and now all the 'farm scum' was staring daggers at him. Well, he stared sabres back at them, daring any one of them to do anything, as he swayed a little. "Scoundrels, cheats, liars!" The mage bellowed, "we came... to this lovely, lovely little town and we came cause you asked for help." The ferret mumbled, his anger fading in and out as it battled with the alcohol for control. "So we came and we helped and... you... you cheated us... you cheaty cheats and sneaky sneaks. Well, nobody cheats a mage from the..." A powerful thump hit him from behind and that was all he remembered.
He woke up hours later, and he was angry. Worse than that he was angry and hungover. Even worse than that he was angry, hungover and stuffed inside a hessian sack. And even worse than; that he was angry, hungover, inside a hessian sack along with several rocks at the bottom of a river. For a moment he just floated there, letting his anger build up. No doubt the villagers had not known he had cast a spell to allow him to breathe underwater. They thought he was dead.
Cor pictured the Baron's man laughing with his wife at their breakfast table. With, he realised, three-quarters of the reward he and Rotac had earned, his for the spending. Laughing at how they had fooled the orc and taken care of the pesky mage. Casting magic while bound underwater was virtually impossible. However, when a trained mage is so furious his anger can almost boil the water around him, all he had to do was embrace the tiny bit of difference between virtually impossible and impossible.
His rage erupted in a jet of water that could be seen from miles around. Along with a scream of anger that echoed across the farm fields. Stomping out of the suddenly dry and cracked muddy riverbed the ferret strode forth like some muddy demon rising from a steaming hell. Seeing the village just a few hundred meters away. Holding up a paw he gave a word of command so powerful that his staff not only came to his call, it flew through several walls to get there.
Cor advanced on the town like a storm surge, he saw fear in their faces, "Let me introduce myself!" He bellowed, his voice echoing with the rumbled of thunder as the morning sky grew dark. " I am Cor Master Elementalist, holder of the Sacred Chalice of Reese, defender of the mortal realm, proud alumni of the Carden Mage's university." He gazed around the crowd, and with a gesture sent two bolts of lightning into the sky. Then with lightning dancing in his eyes, he looked out at the fearful crowd and added, "And I am bloody annoyed! Where is the Baron's man? I would have words with someone who cheats and attempts to murder a mage." To add emphasis to his words, the mage called forth two columns of whirling fire and lifted up his staff spouting lightning into the sky. "I will not ask a second time!"
Wiping out entire villages is something the mages guild tended to frown upon. However, they positively scowled on those who attempted to kill their members, so Cor was sure he could act without reprisal. However, it was but a few seconds before the human was pulled from his home, screaming and pleading. He was tossed at the ferret's paws, grovelling and begging for mercy.
"Where is my payment?" Cor asked, each word a dagger just daring the human to give him a reason to stab with it.
A purse, a much larger purse was produced and held up by the man on his knees, who continued to babble words begging forgiveness. While the air became suddenly tangy with the scent of fresh urine. However, Cor could see children in the crowd, poor innocents cowering in fear. Fear of him. This was not the name he wanted to make for himself. It was just a moment, but the tears of fear from one child was all it took to quench the burning need for vengeance and cool his temper.
Using a little wind magic the mage lifted the purse from his fingers and out from it came the gold coins, each one floating as he counted them up. Making sure they totalled what he assumed was the remaining payment for both him and Rotac. Satisfied he let the gold coins slip back into the purse and then he plucked it from the air. "Thank you. Now I need a horse." He said as Cor's voice changed to a soft one. While the columns of fire vanished, seemingly along with his anger.
The human looked up his eyes glassy from tears. "You're not going to turn me into something unnatural?"
Cor tilted his head as if thinking, to let the human enjoy a few moments of terror before he shook his head and replied, "I can imagine no worse creature to turn you into, than that which you already are. Now get me a horse. Or I'll summon demons to unleash unspeakable torments on you while your wife watches." Cor actually knew very little about demonology, save for the obligatory summoning of an incubus as a student rite of passage. Somehow summoning a demon to ensure the man had a very active sex life did not seem like a fitting punishment for attempted murder. However, the man did not know that the worst thing Cor was threatening him with was a good time.
Mostly though, Cor knew he was capable of many things. Killing a monster in combat was something he was capable of doing. Killing a man on his knees grovelling for his life? He was not able to do that and Cor was glad he was not. He dreaded to think a day might come where he might let his desire for vengeance override everything he had been taught. Although, he was not above instilling a little fear in those who deserved it.
His mind turned to what to do next. Mostly he thought back to the day before. Rotac had saved his life and made good on the contract. The orc had even kept to their agreement and left half the payment for him. Cor knew he was duty-bound to find his fellow adventurer and ensure the full payment was received. It was the least he could do.
A horse was found, the ferret noticed everyone in the village staying well clear of him. Cor knew at least a few of them had helped the man put him in a sack with stones. Others would have seen and done nothing to stop it. Mounting the horse he gave the village one last look, deciding that it really was aptly named. Without another word, he spurred the horse and trotted out of the village.
Cor was not sure he would be able to find Rotac. The orc had a good twelve-hour head start and the ferret was not even sure where the orc was going. There was a small possibility the orc might return to the village if he realised the townspeople had given him less than the promised reward. That thought at least gave him a chuckle. His own rage had been short-lived, but he suspected the orc might manage a fit of more sustained anger.
Putting the horse into a full canter he followed the road he had arrived on. In a day or two, it would lead him to a major town. Where he would be able to find a guild office to hopefully get a new contract. Maybe even he would find the Rotac there or at least word of where the orc might be.
However, as the hours passed and there was no sign his hope that he might meet the orc on the road faded. He was sure that even with a head start he would have reached the orc by then. Cor found himself feeling slightly sad at that. There had been a rather affable quality to the big guy. Even though their acquaintance had been brief, the ferret was hoping he might have got a chance to make a second impression.
As the sun set, his mind turned to finding a place to make camp. Somewhere his newly acquired horse could find a drink and hopefully something to eat. Failing that he knew a few spells that would allow him to quench the beast's thirst and hunger. The guild frowned on the use of magic for something as simple as feeding livestock. However, Cor knew that when he took the animal he had taken responsibility for its welfare too.
With the light growing dimmer, he scanned the horizon looking for a place to set up camp. Suddenly he spied a small spire of smoke and a slight glow beside a small copse of trees. Someone had already set up camp. The ferret could not see any figures or animals. However, with the light dying Cor thought he would approach and see if whoever owned the camp might want to share for the evening.
When he drew close a familiar figure suddenly emerged from the copse, his huge green arms laden with a huge bundle of firewood. The orc threw the bundle down beside the small fire he had built. He looked in Cor's direction and the mage knew the barbarian was aware he was there.
Feeling slightly apprehensive at the less than warm welcome Rotac was showing, Cor spurred his horse and trotted right up to the camp, "Hail, and well met. I... am pleased to see you again. I was looking for a place to camp, might I suggest that we team up once more. I am afraid I do not possess much in the way of supplies. However, I am aware of a few spells which could be used to create a fine repast... and even some grog."
At the last word, Rotac's eyes brightened and the orc waved to an empty spot by the fire, "all welcome, extra welcome for those with grog. Real grog?" Cor took no offence to the question, it was a fair one. Orc lands were a long way away and most species have never gotten the hang of brewing grog. It was a fine balance much given to random explosions, which tended to deter even the most stubborn brewers.
"Well, technically not real. It will be created by magic. It will, however, taste real my friend," the ferret laughed as he dismounted. He froze a little as he called the orc friend, it was a bit of a stretch. They had known each other for such a short time. Though some might say having saved each other's lives there was a good base for some sort of friendship to develop.
Rotac seemed to hold him in his gaze for a long time as if judging the words and the ferret. In the end, he smiled and nodded, "good enough, friend."
Cor fastened the reins of his horse to a nearby stump. Then using a simple water spell he drew forth the water of the land to quench the beast's thirst. Followed by some oats to fill its belly. Turning back he saw the orc watching him. "Don't worry, I promise our meal will be better than water and oats."
Rotac gave a nod and Cor could not help but worry that he had just given himself a rather big challenge. Water and oats were rather simple to create. Technically he had not even created the water just moved it from one place to another. A full meal and some brewed drink was something far more difficult to create.
Creating meat through magic was extremely complex. Putting such thoughts aside the ferret set his legs apart and grasped his staff firmly, picturing a roast stag flank, with some fire-roasted vegetables and a sweet mead glaze.
Keeping his mind focused he began to work the magic. Chanting softly, the words not mattering, mages learn that late on. It is the speaking that matters because behind words there is thought and it is the thought that truly funnels the magic. The orc gasped as a large spit formed above his tiny campfire and on that spit stag a full half flank of a stag. Finely roasted and still steaming. Next came the vegetables and last came two flagons of grog.
Finishing his spell, Cor staggered a little feeling dizzy from the effort. "There, a fine repast as promised."
"Good food!" Agreed the orc, already up and hacking at the stag with a dagger, slicing off a few hunks and swallowing them greedily. A handful of roast vegetables were mashed into his bearded face. All washed down with half a flagon of grog. A loud belch announced the greenskin's satisfaction at the meal.
Cor had a few smaller slices of meat and some of the roast vegetables himself. The taste was sublime and he had to admit he had surpassed his own expectations. The meat was succulent and juicy, the vegetables crisp on the outside, but fluffy on the inside. He stayed clear of the grogg though, after the previous night he had no wish to wake up with a hangover again. Instead, he summoned himself a goblet of water. "Good food," he muttered in agreement with the orc.
Eventually, with the stag haunch half-eaten, Rotac sat back down and drained the last of his grog. Giving one last deeply satisfied belch. The sun had gone down by the time their meal had finished and the stars were starting to emerge. The two had spoken barely a word as they satisfied their hunger. Sitting down, Cor had realised how sore he felt. It had been two very busy and exhausting days and his limbs ached with fatigue.
As they sat there in satisfied silence, Cor's thoughts turned to the purse and the wrong he had been seeking to right. He pulled the purse from his belt and tossed it toward the orc, having already put his rightful share in his own purse. "I'm afraid I discovered that the Baron's man decided to short change us on the reward. He only paid half." As he spoke the ferret braced himself for an explosion of anger from the green man. However, as the seconds passed by none was forthcoming.
Rotac slowly picked up the purse and looked inside, "It's all there," the ferret insisted. "Unlike those villagers, I would never try to take advantage of anyone who might struggle to..."
"I know they cheat me," Rotac said with a sigh. "Is common, many orcs no count high. Rotac count to many." The orc replied as he poured the large gold coins onto his larger hand.
The shock his the ferret hard, "you knew they cheated you? They did cheat you right, you didn't give them half the reward for some reason? Cause, the way I obtained full payment was a little...extreme. Although in my defence the man had just made a spirited attempt to murder me."
The orc's eyes flew open wide, "they hurt you?" He asked his words held a menace that he had not seen from the orc, even when he had attacked the brute he had kept an affable smile on his face.
"They tried, I showed them the error of their ways," replied the ferret soothingly.
"Kill them?" Rotac asked and Cor felt uncomfortable at that question. He did not want to appear weak, however, to kill those even weaker was the act of a coward and he was neither weak nor cowardly.
"No... the thought passed my mind. However, there were children present and he was just a greedy fool, who has learnt the error of his ways." Cor replied with a shrug. "Truth be told I could not do it, not with everyone watching. I am supposed to be a hero, after all."
Nodding the orc seemed to understand, "same, why Rotac not cut his head off. Orc is cheated and gets mad, everyone say 'stupid greedy orc attacked them'. Then a contract is made for killing rogue orc. Nobody believes orc cheated. Orcs dumb, everyone knows. Easier to let them cheat Rotac and think Rotac not know."
For a few moments, the ferret studied Rotac's bearded face. He could see the sadness in those eyes, he had never expected that. For the first time, he wondered just how correct the assumption everyone made about orc intelligence was. Rotac had gotten out of the town with his dignity intact and at least enough coin to make the journey worthwhile. While he had gotten angry, and received a bump on the head, plus the hatred of the village, for his anger. No doubt the tale they told of his visit to their town would be light on details of fighting the kelpie and heavy on the details of attacking those too weak to defend themselves.
"I thought I was smart. I know dozens of spells from memory. I studied kelpies and thought I was fully prepared to fight one, alone," the ferret replied, honestly. "If you had not been there I would be dead now. I owe you my life and my gratitude. You are a fine warrior and I was lucky you were there with me."
"Cor save Rotac, stupid orc not see the danger behind him. Looks in water expecting it to come head-on," the reply surprised Cor. So the orc had known all along and had just been too embarrassed to admit it.
The two sat in a silence that grew more awkward by the moment. Their fire crackled away and the wind in the trees seemed far away and distant. Eventually, Cor shrugged his shoulders, "we both won and we both got paid, the right amount. It seems that maybe we make a good pair. What do you plan to do next?"
The orc shrugged and then gave the ferret a sudden lascivious smile, "want fuck?" The ferret's jaw hit the ground as his brain tried to both figure out an answer and at the same time convince himself that the orc had not uttered a word.
"I... I... what?" He stammered, replaying the last hour in his mind to see if there had been a single hint of romantic interest. Rotac was handsome enough, a big broad orc, nice broad inviting stomach, huge arms that Cor suspected would feel great wrapped around him. The brute's loincloth was already starting to tent up and the tent pole looked like it might be big enough to pitch a marquee.
"Rotac stomach is full and ferret is pretty," the orc replied his deep voice purring with lustful intent. "Ferret not like orc?"
"W...well... I mean y... you look nice...handsome even," the mustelid stammered his normally agile brain utterly useless as he realised he was pitching his own little tent in his robes. It had been a long time since he had summoned an incubus to satisfy his sexual appetites. "However, we just met..."
"So? Rotac not asking to marry, just fuck. It's fun," the orc's simple logic was unassailable. Cor had heard that the orcine people could be very direct about such matters. It was not a fully romantic overture. Just a simple offer to relieve some stress after a successful adventure. Rotac was horny, Cor might be horny and the two could help each other out.
The ferret's brain finally came to the simple inevitable conclusion that it was both a logical and reasonable offer. However, all thoughts emptied his mind as the orc pulled his loincloth back and took the huge slab of green meat in his mighty fist and began to jerk it. Cor's eyes could not help but focus on that delightful green shaft. His own cock was throbbing beneath his robes, letting him know exactly what it thought he should be doing.
Gulping he stepped a little closer, "I... you're... big." Cor whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He was worried his lips might make agreements that his ass would not be able to accommodate.
Rotac's smile broadened and Cor noticed his legs spread a little wider, giving the ferret a better view. The orc shrugged and responded, "Rotac like it both ways." The orc replied simply. Cor's ears filled with the roar of his blood pumping as the ferret's heart began to race. His sexual experience was not especially wide. Beyond a fling with a fellow student and the secret mage rite of passage, summoning an incubus. Although fun, the first experience had been exchanging paw and muzzle jobs. The incubus had been very willing, they always are. Although the fact that a single slip-up could have let the demon suck the very soul from his body had meant the sex had been far from relaxed.
An orc, correction a handsome burly orc with a nice smile, cute tusks and a gentle personality, offering to let him fuck. That was something he knew he was not able to say no to. "I guess if you... I mean I'd be happy to help you finish too. With my mouth... " Cor's words died on his lips as Rotac gave him a look that actually smouldered. Cor had thought that was just the sort of thing put in those low-class scrolls. To be on the receiving end of such a look did make his knees tremble a little.
It was the look that made his mind up. Saying yes meant he got to have sex with a handsome guy, no strings or worries about what happened next. Saying no would mean a lifetime of wondering what might have happened to him if he said yes. As a thought experiment, it was an easy one to resolve. Though he was thinking with a part of his anatomy more suited to exchanging fluids rather than ideas. So perhaps he can be forgiven for taking so long to get to the right conclusion.
"I guess... I mean, sure why not. You are very aesthetically pleasing to look at," the ferret replied and then seeing the slight confusion on Rotac's face he added. "Orc pretty."
A huge green hand was held out towards him. Cor froze for a moment, knowing that there was no turning back. Also knowing that was the hand the orc had just been stroking his thick green meat with. However, he took it anyway, noticing both the warmth and the slight dampness as the green brute pulled him into his lap. Two arms, thicker than the trunks of a mature tree curled around him. The ferret felt his lithe form pressed against the orc's broad chest and broader stomach.
One hand stroked his cheek and guided him forward into a kiss. Cor held his breath, half expecting the orc to pillage his mouth like a barbarian in an enemy camp. To go in hard and take everything it wanted. Only instead he was shocked to feel some tenderness, he felt himself relaxing against the orc. His own lips parting just a little, to invite the barbarian in. After all, he did want a little bit of pillaging.
Their tongues met soon after, as they both gasped and explored. His furry brown paws stroking over the green expanse of Rotac's chest. Tracing the outlines of his strong pectorals. His fingers found two erect nubs and he felt the orc gasp and then moan with delight.
With a tender spot found, he tried to exploit it. Squeezing every so gently with his fingers. The moans and gasps against his lips grew louder. While the orc's tongue grew far more active, the kiss getting more passionate and feral by the moment. Another squeeze and the orc's lustful way's only seemed to get stronger. He gave those nubs one last firm pinch and the kiss was broken, "Rotac wants Cor," the green beast practically growled with lust and two green hands tugged on the ferret's robes.
Feeling his heart pounding with excitement, Cor began to tug on his robes as well. Cursing under his breath the rather hefty garb his profession usually wore. For a brief moment, he wished that he could get away with barbarian clothing. While certainly, the leather loincloth would look far less imposing on his scrawny form, it would have allowed an ease of access that was very appealing at that moment.
However, with the assistance of his green lover, his robes were quickly pulled over his head and his brown fur felt the cool night air wafting along his overheated naked form. Two green hands grasped around his waist and pulled him close again. Cor groaned as he felt his pink member squishing up against the orc's rather larger green cock. Glancing down he moaned in delight, although part of him wondered if he would be enough. He was not under-endowed for his species, but next to the orc he felt he came up rather short.
Though a moment later thoughts of the comparison fell from his mind. As Rotac wrapped a meaty fist around both their cocks. He whimpered softly as the pleasure around his cock grew. Leaning forward to pressing his muzzle into the muscular neck of his lover, Cor groaned in pleasure. The pressure on his cock almost perfectly pitched, pressing his shaft against the orc's, firmly but without pain. Cor could feel the other shaft throbbing against his own.
"Ferret pretty," those words were whispered and Rotac's chin rested on Cor's shoulder. The green hand moved faster with each passing moment and Cor felt the pleasure building. As those thick, rough-skinned fingers stroked up his length. The callouses lightly tickling his flesh in a strangely pleasurable way. Being far more used to his own paw and the soft velvet pads the sensation was alien and yet wonderfully addictive. His concerns about the size mismatch faded and he just sat there in the orc's lap. Sometimes he would thrust up into the increasingly wet hand.
Cor knew he was leaking, and from the sudden increase in slickness, he was certain he was not the only one. Inside him, he could feel the pressure building as Rotac's hand drew him closer and closer. He knew he should give a warning, after all, Rotac had wanted to fuck. Yet his cock let him know that if he was to utter a word that stopped the pleasure, his death by blue balls would be slow and torturous. There was no harm in it, after nothing but his paw for company for far too long, he certainly had more than a single spell in his fleshy wand.
So he kept his situation to himself. Instead just closing his eyes, drinking in the feel of a strong body holding him, pleasuring him. The warmth of the orc's breath in his fur, the musky, earthy scent that dominated his nose. Cor's ears tingled to the sounds of grunts and moans coming from his lover. His own instincts were to keep his sounds quiet, muffling his moans against the orc's flesh lest someone overhear. Rotac's full-throated grunts and moans of pleasure seemed to be barked out into the world passionately as if the orc simply did not care who heard. As far from civilisation as they were, Cor knew there was no reason to hold back and yet he could not stop himself from trying.
His brown hips began to move faster and faster, thrusting his cock into that meaty hand. Cor's arms grasped around the orc's broad shoulders desperately for support as he felt himself pass the point of no return. Whimpering in pleasure against the green skin. While his cock throbbed and shot his pent up load all over the orc's fingers and meat. Too spent to care for a moment, the ferret just held tightly to his lover as Rotac's hand moved suddenly faster and the orc's voice grew louder. Deep echoing bellows of pure bestial pleasure echoed out across the empty wilderness as Cor felt his stomach fur getting wet, and his cock was coated in warm fluids.
Cor smiled as he held himself to the orc. A feeling of relief filling him, not just because he had enjoyed some badly needed release, but because he was not the only one who had clearly needed it. He lay his head down on Rotac's broad shoulder and closed his eyes, just enjoying the warmth of the moment. The feel of a warm body under him, arms around him and the orc's chest rising and falling against his own.
Opening his eyes again he could see the stars out and shining. A half-full moon was lighting up the countryside with its silver gaze. The cool summer night air was fresh as it bathed his over-warm face and body. He felt Rotac's head lift up, one look in the orc's eyes and he could see the lust burning bright once more. Their race had a reputation for virility and Cor swore to himself he would find out just how much of that was tavern talk. No words were spoken, their lips had far more fun things to do than waste time speaking.
Moaning deeply Cor felt his own softening length springing back to life. Green hands grasped and squeezed his buttocks and his mind went back to that thick shaft he had seen. It was easily as thick as his wrist and yet part of him, a significant part too, wanted to throw caution to the wind. To lift up and see just how much of that green meat he might accommodate within his depths. However, it was Rotac who once again took the initiative, the orc pulled back from the kiss and Cor found himself lifted off the green brute's lap and standing slightly confused before him.
The confusion lasted for as long as it took for Rotac to turn around. In the flickering light of the dying fire and the steady silver light of the moon, Cor beheld the orc's cleft buttocks. His cock ached with need, the slight chill of the air on his wet member enough to remind him that it belonged somewhere warm and tight. Cor's paws were trembling slightly as they grasped those huge green hips. He gasped as they flexed to his fingers.
There was a powerful feeling in seeing someone so strong before him, offering to take his cock. It was a gift and Cor was grateful to receive it as such. Still silent he moved his hips. Even on all fours, the orc was almost too high. However, with just a small tug from his paws, Rotac lowered himself just enough. A deep gasp of pleasure escaped Cor's lips as his cocktip kissed the orc's quivering entrance.
Pressing forward slowly he felt that entrance open up. The stark contrast between the cool air and the warmth of his lover made him cry out again. His head spun with pleasure. Trying to take it slow, so as not to hurt his lover he inched forward, slowly pressing deeper. Suddenly, Rotac moved and Cor could not control the cry of pure bliss that escaped his lips and echoed around them. As the orc had pushed back so hard and suddenly he was hilt deep in that wonderfully warm ass. Feeling Rotac massaging his pink sword inside the brute's tight sheath.
"Fuck hard!" Rotac barked those words. However, there was so much more than the simple words in his voice. Cor could hear the lust, the yearning and need. Rotac was not just giving him permission, he was saying what he wanted, nay needed. Cor bit his lip as his entire body trembled with desire. His paws took what grip on his lover's hips as he could. He had been given an instruction and every part of his body, mind and spirit was screaming at him to obey.
With a soft thud and a gasp, he pulled back and thrust forward with all his might. Whimpering as he felt the orc push back wantonly. The greenskin's depths squeezing delightfully around his aching maleness. The pleasure was far more than he expected, not so much as the delight his ears and mind took from the sound Rotac made. A deep satisfied and yet still masculine moan of pleasure. It was such a sweet sound he needed to hear more.
A heartbeat later he thrust again and then again. Each thrust was met with a push from the orc's hips and a sweet cry of pleasure from the orc's lips. Cor delighted in the sounds, sensations and pleasures of his lover. Taking great pride in being the one causing those sounds. With reckless abandon, he let go of himself, of the vicelike control he kept on himself at all times. Brown furry hips smacked hard off green-skinned ones. His own voice crying out in bliss, mixing with Rotac's.
He listened to every sound, every motion of pleasure of his lover. Doing his best to react, to bring the most pleasure he could. While his cock sent wave after wave of deep bliss up his spine. Cor was lost to the moment, to his lover's body. All he could think of was taking the orc, to breeding such a find and powerful beast. Each thrust was met with a firm pushback, as Rotac wantonly submitted to his cock. Their pleasure shared and beautiful, Cor could do nothing but submit in kind to the orc.
Their bodies entwined in carnal delight. His brown hips thumping ever faster and harder against the orc's green ones. Cor could feel his orgasm already fast approaching, and he knew he could do nothing to fight it back. He welcomed the bliss as it consumed him, he thrust forward with all his might, giving his lover everything he had. His juices flowing forth and being fucked desperately as deep inside the brute as he could force himself. Rotac's voice never stopped groaning in pleasure.
With his energy spent, the ferret felt his legs suddenly turn to jelly. Stumbling back he fell, landing rather painfully on his tail. The pain of which was somewhat nullified by the sight of Rotac's ass, with his seed leaking out of it, glistening in the moonlight. For a moment he drank in the beauty and then he flushed with embarrassment, knowing just how quickly he had lost himself to the pleasure of the orc's body. "I... sorry... you were just...so very warm." He muttered, far too inexperienced to know what to say.
The glistening green mound moved and Rotac turned over and sat with his legs spread opposite. Cor could see the green male's cock standing fully erect between those thick thighs. "Was good fuck!" Rotac declared with a broad smile. "Rotac enjoy. Ferret want do more?"
Feeling relieved Cor nodded, "I did promise to provide you with gratification orally." He said, eyeing that thick green length hungrily. A glance at the orc and he added, "I want to suck your cock." The tusked mouth was suddenly a beaming grin as the orc spread his legs wider and leant back on his huge arms. Clearly, the orc was offering up his thick meat for the ferret's pleasure.
Cor crawled forward, feeling the cool grass beneath his body. His paws stroked up Rotac's thick thighs and he enjoyed the firmness of the muscles. However, his eyes were ever on the prize before him. A thick and drooling cock, perched above two huge green balls. Each one was far more than a pawful or a mawful for the mustelid. He knew he had sharp teeth and he told himself he would need to be careful lest their fun end early and unhappily.
His nose was drowning in the scent of his lover. Heavy musk and earth tones, with the zesty ting of cum and pre. Cor could see a single drop of pre, hanging right from the tip. Glinting like a jewel in the moonlight. With his mind on one goal, to bring his lover pleasure, he pressed onward. Licking up that tip and hearing the happy grunts from above. His lips were pressed to the thick purple cocktip and he kissed it.
Then he parted his lips, carefully sheathing his teeth as well as he could, between his lips and tongue. As he let that thick meat slip inside his mouth. Three or four inches were all he could take. Only a third of Rotac's mighty length. His paws grasped the rest, working together to jerk the shaft. There were no signs of disappointment from above, only pleasure as the orc's moans and cries let him know his efforts were appreciated.
He let the meat slip forward and out until just the glans remained. His eager tongue lapping over it, teasing the meatus open and lapping up the pre. Cor felt the orc thrust forward and moaned as that thick length slid back into his mouth. Cor's paws slipped up the length to make sure it did not push too far. Rotac seemed to understand and never pushed further. However, he did pull back and thrust again.
Cor moaned happily, closing his eyes and settling down to enjoy the feeling of having his face fucked. His paws did their best to work the untouched shaft and his tongue was never still. Taking every opportunity to lap and caress the hot length. However, he was happy to let Rotac set the pace, to let the orc use his mouth for the green brute's own pleasure. It seemed only fair, he had used Rotac's ass much the same. Someday he knew he would grow brave enough to ride that thick cock. He also knew that day was a ways off yet.
As the orc cock reamed his hungry mouth he gasped in awe at the strength behind those hips. Imagining them slamming into his own. He shuddered and promised himself someday he would. Maybe with the help of some magic, he knew there were spells out there that could aid in such endeavours. Sadly the mages guild does not run courses on the sexual side of magic. Tantrics tended to be somewhat a specialised field.
However, the more he sucked on that fat orc cock the more he promised himself he would make a devoted and quick study of it. He suckled and moaned happily around the invading cock, gulping down the precum greedily. Noticing the speed of the thrusts grow in parallel with the volume of Rotac's moans. Clearly, the green brute had nothing on his mind beyond the pleasure he was feeling.
Letting his tongue dart forward again he teased the meatus once more, before feeling that cock shove in deeper. Each thrust he managed to stretch his jaw more, taking in just a bit more. Almost half the orc's drooling maleness was reaming his eager muzzle. Cor's mouth and nose were dominated by the taste and scent of his lover. His ears filled with deep grunts and moans of pleasure. Even his mind was finally focussed on just one thing, bringing pleasure.
The pace of the orc's thrusts picked up suddenly. Rotac's voice raised far beyond what it had. Deep guttural cries and gasps of pure bliss. Then Cor felt the cock between his lips throbbing. The first jet of spunk hit the back of his throat hard, and he swallowed on pure instinct. However, the second jet tickled and he found himself fighting the need to cough. More and more orc seed flooded his mouth. Unable to breathe and desperately needing to cough, he pulled his mouth free from the cock. Only for a thick jet of orc jism to land across his face.
His lungs coughed gratefully, as he felt the warm fluids raining down on him. Cor could have moved, or guided the aim of the erupting maleness away from his face. However, he chose not to. Enjoying the feel and scent of the fluids as they coated him. No doubt his teachers at the guild would be appalled at his willingness to debase himself. Cor could not give a fuck what they thought. His own cock was rock hard to be in such a position.
"Sorry... been too long since Rotac get to fuck," the orc rumbled and Cor chuckled to see the big brute looking down at the dripping ferret with a sheepish grin.
Cor smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "it's ok, I enjoyed it." He replied honestly as he pushed himself up to his knees. Grabbing his erect cock and stroking it. Only for a large green hand to smack his fingers away.
"Stand up," the orc growled lustfully and Cor was happy to take the instruction. Getting to his feet. Strong green hands grabbed his naked buttocks and pulled him forward. A warmth surrounded his cock. There was an unexpected tickling on his thighs and balls, from the orc's bushy beard. Cor sighed happily, as he felt the orc's broad tongue lapping over his eager length. It was clear that Rotac was no stranger to giving head.
The ferret just held still, basking in the pleasure as a man four times his size serviced his needy cock. He knew that once more he would not last long. This time he was glad of such. The hour was growing late and it had been a very long few days. His bedroll was calling to him, though he knew he would not be sleeping on it alone.
With Rotac's mouth slurping and sucking on his needy length. He did not fight the rising need to orgasm. "I'm close," he warned the orc. "Sorry, been a long time for me too and... you are so damned handsome." There was no reply, only an increase in suction and speed of motion around his cock. Cor bit his lip as he felt the orc quickly driving him over the edge. His toes curled in the grass as his hips swayed. Cor felt the orc's mouth squeezing around his cock as his issue was gulped down, every last drop until it stopped flowing and his soft cock pulled free.
"Ferret pretty," were the last words he remembered from that night. Strong arms wrapped around him again and he knew he was carried to bed. He felt himself falling into a deep and satisfying sleep.
Cor awoke to the smell of fire and bacon, along with the sounds of birds. The first thing he saw was Rotac's ass as the orc bent over the fire, clearly cooking breakfast. Suddenly very aware of his nakedness, he looked about finding his robes in the grass, he grasped them and standing up pulled them on.
He was not sure what was going to happen next. Though that was part of the life he had chosen. A hero and an adventurer. Each contract would be different and each challenge potentially his last. The bravest of heroes carve out a legend, though not necessarily alone. There was room in his life for a partner, possibly more. Rotac turned and gave him a smile as the orc held up a pan with bacon, "breakfast." The orc said simply.
Smiling the ferret decided that heroing could wait a little longer, at least until after a hearty meal had been consumed. Then the two could make for the next town, find a new contract. Maybe find an inn to spend a few nights. Or maybe just find some trouble.
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