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CHAPTER TWO

It really wasn't a fair fight. The three young Orcs surrounded Ren and were attempting to brain him with their heavy weapons. Poles with their tips wrapped in padding were weighted to simulate the Orc's favorite weapon, the battleaxe. Ren swung his own weapon, a bundle of lathes mounted on a handle and weighted to simulate a sword, in a series of deftly controlled arcs. The young human gracefully moved back and forth inside the combat circle, keeping the Orcs from getting behind and out of his sight. Ren's eyes were unfocused, tracking the spaces between his opponents rather than trying to watch them all at once. As he maneuvered to stay out of weapon reach, the young human cast his mind back to two weeks prior. The day he would never forget.

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It had been one week since Ren's father, Gareth Mordrogon, had casually informed Ren that Armiella, Ren's longtime secret lover and friend, had been offered to a hideous fiend named Grauzel the Defiler. Then, in another startling revelation, Gareth had mentioned as an aside that Armiella was pregnant to the vile beast and was expecting delivery any time. Ren had attempted to contact Armiella but he could not pierce the stoic rebuff of the small Blood elf section of the town. All his questions were met with "none of your business" or "forget her". Ren had then attempted to contact Armiella's twin sister, Jaica, but she did not respond to any of his queries either.

On this day, Ren had been training a group from the Academy the proper techniques for conducting watches and patrols at the gate. The village of Shady Dale was flanked on two sides by cliff faces so the Horde had erected an immense wooden wall to seal off the other two sides. The three gates in the wall needed to be posted regularly and the wall patrolled. Ren was instructing a small class on how to do just that when he spotted a very familiar face among the throng waiting to depart through the gate.

Ren told his class to stay where they were and walked over to the face he saw. Jaica Agromath stood with the hood of her cloak pulled up over her head, hiding her face as much as possible. She had a walking staff in one hand and a travel bag attached at her shoulders. It was sheer luck that Ren had spotted her at all.

"Jaica! Jaica! I've been trying to reach you!"

Jaica turned her head towards Ren and the young human slid to a stop. Jaica's eyes were red and swollen, her cheekbones were a little too pronounced, and tears slid down her face to land on the collar of her cloak.

"Ren? What are you doing Ren? Why are you still here?"

Ren was suddenly confused.

"Jaica, what happened? Where are you going? I'm training students for the Academy and I saw you from over there. I've been trying to reach you but none of the Magi have let me see you or Armiella..."

At the mention of her sister's name, Jaica sobbed and a fresh welling of tears slid down her cheeks.

"Oh Ren, don't you know? Armiella gave birth yesterday. I couldn't stand to stay here any more, knowing what my father had done. I'm going to Silvermoon. I'll spend my time developing my abilities and, when the time is right, come back and destroy that man!" Jaica practically growled the last part. Her eyes burned with fury.

"It's done at last? Then I wonder if I can go see Armiella." Ren looked over his shoulder in the direction of the Blood Elves dwellings.

"Ren," Jaica was looking at him sorrowfully, "you of all people should know what happens when a demon cub is born."

Ren had turned back at the sound of his name. At first, what Jaica said didn't register with him. Then, in dawning horror, he realized that he did know what happened when a mortal gave birth to a demon spawn. The newborn was born hungry, and the only source of food at that moment was the pitiful wretch that had delivered it. Armiella was long gone.

Ren dropped to his knees. He was even too sickened to weep. A wave of sadness and depression washed over him like a landslide in the mountain passes. He fought back the tears for a few moments, hoping his students were not looking in his direction. With a monumental effort, Ren gathered himself together and stood to face Jaica once again. His trembling voice was the only sign of what was going on inside him.

"Did you at least get to see her? Before the birth?"

"No. That... that thing... that thing forced its offspring on her and molested her the whole time, right up till she delivered. None of us could even approach her."

Jaica turned away as she moved up in the line. It was her turn to exit the gate, and the guard on duty, a big Orc, was beckoning her to move. She moved through the gate and stopped one last time, looking back at the stunned youth. Ren could barely hear her over the babble of the crowd, but hear he did.

"Leave while you can, Ren. It's going to get worse here. Leave while you can."

With that, Jaica turned and departed, never looking back. Ren stood for a moment, trying desperately to rein in his emotions. He then turned back to his class, but inside, things were churning for the young human.

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A heavy padded stick flashed by Ren's face so closely that he felt the stray strands of the cloth whip his cheek. Startled from his reverie, Ren realized that his wandering thoughts had left too much of an opening for even untrained Orcs to not take advantage. Ren ducked low and whirled back out of the group of Orcs, barely avoiding another blow. He spun to face the trio, bringing his weapon to bear, when he was suddenly gripped by an unaccounted rage. Ren let go of his weapon with his left hand and brought the bundle of lathes down on a sharp angle to his right. At the point half way through the motion, he suddenly snapped his wrist, accelerating the tip of the "sword" right into an approaching Orcs genitals. The Orc, who had been rushing Ren with his own weapon held high, doubled over as he tumbled past and rolled right out of the combat circle. Ren used the momentum of sidestepping the falling Orc to spin away to the right. He crouched low in his spin to avoid the swipe of the second Orcs weapon and connected just behind the second Orcs knee. The blow, fueled by Ren's anger, was powerful enough to literally flip the Orc into the air, landing him on his head. Ren rose as he finished his spin to face the last Orc. The third Orc decided to bring his weapon in horizontally, both to "slice" his opponent in half and to keep Ren's attack away from the lower half of his body. Ren leaned back, allowing the weapon to graze past his chest, and moved his own weapon straight down in hard vertical line. As the Orcs "axe" brushed past, Ren reversed his arc, like a man splitting a log with an axe, up over his head and brought it down, full force, right between the eyes of the startled Orc. The last Orc dropped like a felled tree. Ren stood there, panting, looking at the three students where they lay, and wished for more people to beat on. The sound of clapping brought him back to his senses.

One of the instructors, a grizzled veteran with a scarred face and only one eye, was standing near the billets, clapping his hands. He stopped and surveyed the fallen Orcs before speaking to Ren.

"Ah! Now that's the way, boy! I gotta tell yer! That's the best I've ever seen ya fight! You need to fuel that fire more often!" The instructor looked again at the Orcs, who were just beginning to move again.

"Hah! Well now, when these lazy worm droppings get up, send them to me over by the latrine. Cleaning the cesspool will give em incentive to try harder next time. Can't even beat my assistant, three to one! Bah!"

The instructor turned and walked away, leaving Ren to help the stunned Orcs to their feet. Ren's sudden burst of anger had melted away and now he felt sorry that he had condemned these three to an evening of shoveling crap.

"Sorry guys," Ren said to the three, "looks like your gonna be cleaning the latrines tonight. Just remember, when you're fighting in a group, you have to stay aware of what your partners are doing, and work with them."

The Orcs all looked at Ren angrily. The first Orc growled and spoke.

"Next time, assistant, we will take your stinking head off." The other two growled their agreement and all three trudged away towards the latrines. After hearing that comment, Ren felt a little better about their fate. He put his practice sword away in the rack against the wall and gathered his stuff to go. The trio had been his last class for the day and he was ready to leave. Ren was on his way out the Academy gate when he realized he was supposed to pick up some rare spell components at the Apocethary for his father. He turned and started down the wide street

As Ren walked, he approached the intersection in the center of town. Three wide streets met and flowed in a circle around a large well in the center of the intersection. The well was one of many in the town, but this particular well was the largest. It had a low, ornate stone wall and a wooden roof suspended on poles evenly spaced around the well's circumference. A figure was bent over the well, drawing water, and this grabbed Ren's attention.

The figure was the Orcess, Druhma, come to gather water to make her cakes and pastries. Druhma owned a bakery at the very north part of the town, where the two sections of the imposing cliffs met to form a dead end. She had converted the home of one of the original inhabitants of Shady Vale into a bakery and now sold scrumptious treats out the front of the building. Druhma had lightly tinted green skin, like many other Orcs, and long, flowing black hair. Her tusks were large, but gleamed clean and white in the sunlight. Unlike other Orcs, they angled slightly out to the sides, away from her lower jaw, instead of straight up. Her hair was clean, neatly kept and pulled into a single ponytail on top of her head. The first six inches or so of the braid was wound in leather strips, making the plait stand straight up from her head. The rest of the tress flowed loose and unbound. Druhma had the broad nose and high, pointed ears of the Orc race but the rest of her facial features were softened and feminine. Her eyes were violet, usually sparkling with amusement, and she was reasonably good tempered for an Orc. Druhma kept herself clean and tidy, increasing her attractiveness. She also possessed the ability to create culinary masterpieces in the form of mouthwatering candies, cakes, and other desserts, making her extremely popular with the population of the town.

At the moment, Druhma was bent over the well, hauling a bucket of water up to the top to fill the skins at her side. This action had inadvertently afforded Ren a clear view of Druhma's most notable assets...both of them. The Orcess was endowed with easily the largest bust line in Shady Vale. The total circumference of even one of her massive breasts was larger than the big cooking pot she used to concoct her popular sweets. Looking beyond her bosom, the rest of the lady Orc was muscled and broad, like a typical Orc, but years of sampling her own treats had given Druhma soft, plump, womanly curves. She was voluptuous, her skin tight and unwrinkled, even over her smoothly rounded belly. Today she neglected to wear her leather baking apron and the flowing, low-cut top of her dress did nothing to hide her massive cleavage.

Ren realized he had stopped to watch the show. When he looked around, other males were also standing motionless, gaping at the view. Ren chuckled to himself and moved on down the street. He knew the evenings would bring more to see of the big Orcess if he so desired. Ren had discovered, other than sweets, Druhma possessed further appetites that very few knew about. His thoughts drifted back to a few months ago.

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Ren was scouting the woods of Giants Step for a new ambush spot to spring on unwary students of the Academy. He was still fresh in his promotion as an Assistant Trainer and was eager to change some portions of his classes. Nearly every student in the Academy was familiar with the usual sites on Giants Step.

Giants Step was a small area inside the cliffs surrounding Shady Vale. Where the northwestern cliff face was a direct vertical wall some 50 paces high, the northeastern cliffs were split into two sections. The first section of cliff rose from the town's level up to a height of about 3 paces. The ground then abruptly leveled off for a distance of about 30 paces before soaring straight up again to the heights of the adjoining cliff. The feature looked like the bottom step of a set of stairs built for a giant, hundreds of paces tall. The Giants Step remained level along the length of the northeast cliff face until it rapidly sloped downhill near the open side of the settlement, behind Shady Dale's protective wall. The Step was forested, but scarcely due to intense logging from the town's inhabitants. Before the trees had all been felled, the Blood Elf Magi had stepped in and placed a ban on cutting any live trees in the Step. The mages cast some spells over the space of a fortnight and announced the ban the next day. Penalty for violating the ban had been the offender was instantly served as a meal to one of the mages' pet demons. When the Blood Elf faction executed the sentences of the first three offenders or so right in the public square of town, the deforestation of the Giant Step had stopped at once. Ren recalled a moment last year when one of his fellow students, a Troll, had angrily snapped a branch off that poked him in the eye. The Troll had vanished in a flash of green light, never to be seen again. After that, none of the students were particularly eager to enter the forest of the Step.

Ren moved carefully through the undergrowth. He had learned from experience that the incantations on the forest were limited to the living trees so he pushed through the sparse undergrowth confidently. No dead or fallen timber blocked his way either. Slaves were still forced to come here periodically and collect dead wood to heat the homes below. The demons fed well on those occasions. The trees were widely spaced, making ambush difficult. Ren searched all the way to the back corner, where the two larger cliffs met. When he paused and sat on a small outcropping of rock to think, the sword on his back hitched up higher on his shoulders as it caught on the rocks. Ren drew the blade and looked at it with a smile.

The sword was new. The handle of the sword had a neat little hidden compartment, perfect for spell components, notes, and medicine, or whatever. It had cost Ren nearly every copper he had earned for the entire year. The goblin in the stall had stolen it from the body of one of the Alliance warriors when they were stacked at the end of town. Most of the Goblin Cartel would raid these bodies before they were stuffed down some demon's toothy maw. At that point in time, Ren was just starting to date again. He missed the closeness he used to have with Armiella but he was still human, and that meant he still wanted the raw, physical contact of sex, even casual sex. A few of the pretty Gobliness' had finally bedded him earlier and his name started to get around. When Ren walked down the street, female Goblin eyes would follow.

So it was no surprise to Ren that, when the arms proprietor turned away, the busty Goblin girl next to the stall struck up a conversation with him. She soon dragged him back behind the building to a covered wooden wagon. There, she allowed Ren to sheath his other, more personal, sword in the depths of her body, including a "no gag reflex" demonstration that left Ren digging his fingernails in the sides of the wagon.

The young human looked past his blade and his eyes followed the line of the northwestern cliff face and the Step until it vanished behind some dense shrubs. He stood, sheathed his sword, and began to walk along the base of the cliff. When he reached the shrubs, Ren had to get down on his hands and knees to push through. He was moving along at a crawl, dodging branches, when the bushes suddenly gave way to a tiny clearing. The opening was bracketed by the northwest cliffs on Ren's right and more bushes to the left. The far edge of the clearing terminated in a cliff, creating a small private clearing away from the rest of the Step. Ren looked around and smiled. He was thinking this would make a good spot for an ambusher to hide when his gaze traveled over the edge of the cliff and looked directly into a home.

Ren blinked and looked again. To his amazement, it appeared as though he were looking directly into a two story house with the back wall cut away. He dropped to his stomach and inched up to the edge of the cliff. Upon closer inspection, Ren realized the entire back wall of the dwelling was entirely made of glass. Both stories of the home were visible. The bottom floor appeared to be some sort of storage. Baskets, crates, and casks lined the walls and most of the free space. A collection of cooking utensils and pots hung neatly in the back. The upper floor was obviously a living area. There were two sturdy tables with chairs, a bed, four torch stands, and some dressers. All of the furniture was arranged to one side and all of it was fashioned in sturdy, rough-hewn lumber.

On the other side of the room, a large cast-iron bathtub sat propped against a wall. Next to the tub, a copper nozzle jutted from the ceiling, the round head suspended over a tiled floor with a drain. Ren realized he was looking at some sort of shower, probably fed by one of the many hot springs found in this area. His gaze returned to the glass walls. It appeared as though a single thick sheet of glass spanned from the ground to the roof, allowing the homeowner unrestricted view of the small cliff face. Ren stretched his neck over the edge and looked down. The cliff he was currently perched above was apparently carved into a mosaic of pictures and designs. Harpys, Giants, and Gnolls all battled Humans, Elves, and Dwarves in bas relief, their forms etched in stone up and down the cliff. He looked again to the home. The structure had two privacy walls, each about 3 paces high, attached directly to the sides of the home. The walls terminated at the cliffs, effectively sealing off the corner. As Ren looked around, the identity of the home suddenly dawned on him. It was the bakery. The same one owned by Druhma the Orc. Identification of the dwelling triggered Ren's memory. The home had once belonged to a Dwarven artist before the Horde had seized control of the town. Apparently, the Dwarf had the pane installed so he could show off his work. Ren marveled again at the glass. A sheet that thick and high could only have been created with magic. Ren rose to his knees, preparing to leave as the sun was dipping below the surrounding hills, rapidly darkening the skies. Before he stood, a figure opened the far door of the living chamber. It was Druhma the Orc.

Ren dropped back to his stomach, not wanting to be spotted. He had moved by reflex, wanting not to outline himself on the cliff. As he waited, pondering his next course of action, Druhma started to take her clothes off. Ren was stunned. He realized that, from where he lay, he had a completely unhindered view of the bosomy Orc as she continued to peel her dress off. Ren experienced a voyeuristic thrill. The clearing he was in had never been visited before. The surrounding brush was too dense to allow the larger Races to penetrate without breaking a tree branch. Only Ren had been small enough to get here. Now he was witnessing the big Orcess' private moments! Ren settled himself and prepared to enjoy the show.

Druhma finished pulling off her dress and stood, naked, in front of an ornate, full length mirror on the wall. In the room, only the furniture was roughly constructed. The rest of the space was lavishly decorated and the surfaces were exquisitely carved, obviously left over from the previous tenant. Druhma was inspecting herself, running her hands over her broad hips, cupping her massive breasts, and spinning to examine her ample rear. Apparently satisfied with her scrutiny, she turned and walked to the other side of the room where the bath was located. Druhma spent a few short moments rummaging through an alcove set in the tiled wall behind the shower. She selected a large, glass container of some thick, blue liquid and turned to the showerhead. In her other hand she held a small object that Ren couldn't immediately make out. Druhma set the objects on a small shelf perched directly next to the showerhead and stretched up to turn on the water. The water gushed out on to the tiled floor as she reached up to remove the leather strips holding her braid in place. Once removed, the leather strip joined the other objects on the shelf and Druhma shook her long mane of black hair down from its place on top of her head to fall across her shoulders. She stepped into the shower, allowing the steaming water to run down over her face, hair, and breasts. Ren watched as she put one hand out and, by touch, removed the lid to the glass container and scooped some of the contents. When she ran the blue gel through her hair, it began to generate a rich, foamy lather. The Orcess had just stepped back under the water when Ren realized the glass was starting to fog.

Ren looked on in dismay. The scene playing out in front of him was one of the most amazing he had ever witnessed. Druhma was well known in the community as an Orc who didn't act like a typical Orc. She preferred dresses and baking over leather and swords. To see her here, cleaning herself, gave Ren a thrill he did not realize he could have. In some small part, he felt guilty that he was spying on the Orcess' private moments. But on the other hand, he wanted ever so much to continue to watch the busty Orc finish her shower. Ren looked at the encroaching haze on the glass and suddenly got an idea. As he had grown, Ren's father had continued to attempt to mold Ren into a master Mage. When Ren failed to follow in his footsteps, Gareth was both upset and disappointed. As Ren became a master of the sword, his father grumpily decided that he would teach Ren whatever magic the young man could master. In reality, Ren had developed quite an arsenal of spells that could be used in combat or in everyday life. Gareth's standards for Ren were set so incredibly high; the Mage did not realize his son was actually quite proficient in the arts. Ren recalled a simple cantrip that would clear the mirror in his own bath, after a steaming shower. He uttered the spell under his breath and let the power reach out and touch the huge glass wall.

The wall reacted, surprising Ren, by somehow sucking in the energy of Ren's spell. The fog that had been spreading across the glass melted away instantly. Ren could feel a subtle change in the glass from his spell. He was astounded. Apparently the magic-wrought glass was sensitive to spells cast upon it. Somehow, Ren knew that the spell he had cast was now a permanent feature of the glass. He grinned at his good fortune. Even Druhma had been too busy rinsing her hair to notice the change in the glass wall. She continued her shower, unaware.

When her hair was rinsed clean and hung flat down her back, Druhma reached over and scooped yet another handful of the blue soap. She stepped out from under the falling water and began to lather the rest of her body. Working from her neck down, Druhma carefully cleaned herself, rubbing in smooth circles over and under her amazing chest, across her tightly rounded belly, and between her thick, smooth thighs. When she was completely covered in thick suds, the Orcess reached yet again to the shelf and picked up the object Ren could not identify earlier. When she flicked it open, Ren was startled to see that it was an ornate straight razor. Then, much to Ren's astonishment, Druhma proceeded to shave her body. She scraped the foam from under each of her arms and carefully bent a leg up on the nearby washtub. Smoothly, she dragged the razor up and down her leg, refreshing its edge on a nearby leather strap Ren had not noticed before. Druhma exchanged legs and shaved that one as well. Then, in a move that had Ren's complete attention, the busty Orcess proceeded to shave her crotch. She had to move her huge boobs to each side to see what she was doing, and she was using little strokes, but soon she had the job done and was rinsing off under the shower. Ren lay on the ground, aware that his own crotch was digging painfully into the soil. Never before had he even heard or, less likely, seen an Orc doing what he had just witnessed. It had to be one of the most erotic sights he could remember.

Druhma finished rinsing and turned off the water. She paced across the room to a low dresser and pulled out a towel. She dried herself off vigorously with the towel and then turned and pulled a strangely shaped bottle from inside a standing cabinet. The bottle had a round base and a long, thin neck with a cork stopper. Druhma held the bottle carefully and pulled the stopper from the bottle. Immediately her hair began to fly around as though propelled by a mighty wind coming from the mouth of the bottle. Ren realized that she was using Bottled Wind to dry her hair.

Bottled Wind was one of those handy magical items that were found in the markets south of Shady Vale. A mage would trap the wind power of a region of the lands and funnel its effects through the mouth of a bottle. These winds could range from the frozen gusts of the far North to the hot, arid breezes of the Southern deserts. It looked as though Druhma was using one of the hot Southern varieties, as it did not take long to finish drying her hair. After stopping the bottle, she carefully gathered her locks up to the top of her head and rewound the leather thong back into a high-standing pigtail. All of this was done in the nude, much to Ren's delight. He was just beginning to think that he should get off the cliff and back down to town when Druhma's bedroom door opened and in walked a big Orc, smiling as he came.

The big Orc was Druhma's boyfriend. Ren did not know his name, but he did know that Druhma had been seeing this Orc for several months, when he was not off raiding the villages south of Shady Dale. Some of the Goblin shop keeps rumored that he was a no-good scoundrel, but Druhma seemed to like him enough to share her home. When he caught sight of the naked Orcess, his smile changed to a wide, toothy grin. He said something Ren could not make out, but Druhma bounced into his embrace and threw her arms around his neck. As they exchanged deep, wet kisses, the Orc trailed his hands up and down Druhma's body. He cupped her buttocks and slowly ran his hands up to the middle of her back. Then, leaving his far hand at her back, he slid his other down over the curve of her belly, ending between her legs. The Orc's wrist flexed and Druhma suddenly stiffened, going up on her tiptoes. She stopped kissing the male long enough to smile at him and then locked lips again with even more passionate energy. The Orc continued to move his fingers in and out, flexing his wrist and holding her in place with his other hand. After a few moments, he removed his hand from between her thighs and stuffed his two middle fingers in his mouth, exaggerating the movements to appear that they were incredibly delicious. Druhma laughed and mouthed something to the Orc. He stopped sucking his fingers and, taking her hand, led the Orcess over to one of the sturdy wooden tables. Druhma started to climb backwards on to the table, barely getting her bottom on before the big Orc lifted her from behind the knees and spread her legs to expose her wet slit. He bent at the waist and began to slurp at her crotch, moving his head and mouth in circles while lapping at her with his tongue. Druhma closed her eyes and bent her head back. Her chest heaved as she massaged her amazing bust line with both hands. Her mouth moved continuously and Ren wished he could hear what she was saying. He was transfixed by the scene playing out in front of him.

The Orc continued to gobble at her with such gusto that Ren was amazed he didn't puncture some tender spot with his tusks. Druhma's breathing grew heavier and she started to squirm around on the table. Suddenly, she stiffened and then threw both hands down to grab the Orc's head. She did a kind of half-setup, throwing her head back, with her mouth wide open in ecstasy. She stayed that way, shuddering, as her boyfriend drank her in. Druhma collapsed back on to the table, panting, and the Orc released her legs and stood up. He mouthed something to the Orcess as he rubbed her thighs. Druhma responded, smiling and waving her hands as she spoke. The big Orc reached down and started to peel his heavy shirt up over his head. The Orcess slithered off the table and dropped to her knees in front of the male. She was resting back on her haunches and untying his breeches before he even dropped the shirt to the floor. Druhma wasted no time in yanking the Orc's pants down to his ankles. When she did, the Orc's sizeable erection sprang up, bobbing slightly in front of her face.

Ren was shocked. The male's organ was easily as round as Ren's wrist and as long as his forearm. He was sure this Orc was well-endowed for one of his Race. Druhma wrapped one hand around the shaft and began to tease the end with her tongue, all the while looking up at the male. He said something to her that made her smile and then, in a single shocking gulp, she swallowed the entire length of his shaft. The big Orc closed his eyes in obvious pleasure as the kneeling Orcess slowly drew back the length of his erection. Her cheeks dimpled as she applied suction and her jaw worked as she performed some unseen oral maneuver as she went. Druhma had moved her hands to the Orc's hips. Now, as she approached the end of his length, she used her grip to shove his shaft back down her throat, mouth opened wide. This motioned was repeated over and over. Druhma would tap his erection on her tongue every once in a while as she looked up at the male Orc, soliciting a big smile from him.

This went on for a few minutes until the Orc suddenly began to tremble. He grabbed Druhma by her ponytail with one hand and her motions changed from long slow strokes to fast, tight-lipped repetitions over three quarters of his shaft. He threw his head back, mouth open, and his hips shuddered uncontrollably. The Orc stiffened, thrust his hips forward, and white-knuckled the grip on Druhma's ponytail. The Orcess stayed put, her throat working, as she happily swallowed his seed. When he was done quivering, he braced himself on the table while Druhma cleaned his erection, ensuring she got every last drop. She turned to look up at him, one hand slowly stroking his flagging pole.

The two Orcs exchanged words, all the time smiling and stroking each other. Then the busty Orcess turned her attention once again to the semi-erection in her hand. She grabbed it with both hands and stuffed it into her mouth. Her jaw worked furiously around his shaft as her hands moved back and forth to meet her lips. In seconds the Orc's flaccid pole rose to stand straight out and away from his body. Druhma continued to bob her head for a few more moments, and then looked up to say something to the Orc, her hands still stroking his shaft. The Orc replied and the busty Orcess scrambled from the floor unto the bed. She stayed on her hands and knees, wiggling her buttocks in the air. The male Orc strode over to the edge of the bed, shucking his fallen pants, and positioned himself behind the Orcess. He spent just a few seconds inserting the tip of his erection into Druhma's glistening hole. Then, grabbing her hips with his hands, he drove the entire length of his shaft into her body in one smooth thrust.

Druhma smiled, eyes closed, and hung her head as the big male rhythmically pounded into her. Her huge breasts swung crazily as the male Orc bounced continuously off her backside, driving his length into her with each thrust. Minutes went by as the Orc continued his assault on her genitalia. As Ren continued to watch, Druhma suddenly clenched her hands on the bed sheets and arched her back, her mouth wide open in ecstasy. This tremendous climax appeared to set off the male, for he quickened his pace, thrusting wildly into her innards. Then, with one last hard shove, the Orc gripped her hips; pelvis pushed forward, and shuddered in the throes of his own orgasm. He twitched and panted in place, spilling himself into her womb. Druhma drew a few deep breaths, and then turned at the waist, looking over her own body to touch the male's chest with one hand. He smiled at her and used one hand to gently bring her hand to his mouth to suck on her fingers. The other hand made circles on her generous bottom, all the while he never pulled out of her body. After a few more moments, the Orc stepped back, alllowing his drooping member to slide out of the Orcess. She flopped unto the bed, scooting to one side to give the Orc room to climb in as well. He doused the candles and crawled in next to her, wrapping one big arm around her curled form. Ren decided it was time for him to go. He crawled out under the bushes surrounding the little clearing and started to make his way back to town.

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Ren continued up the broad street. The discovery of the private clearing and the view of the bakery left him with a tingly thrill that both excited and somehow shamed him as well. He knew it was wrong to watch, but he couldn't help being fascinated by the rutting Orcs. It was one of the few sexual encounters he had witnessed in Shady Vale that didn't have a violent component or an ulterior motive. It somehow reminded him of his relationship to Armiella. It didn't hurt that he found Druhma's soft, plump form stimulating to his senses. He had stopped on occasion to purchase one of her desserts, displayed on shelves in the front room of her home, and she always spoke to him nicely. Ren found it strangely satisfying to speak to the Orcess, knowing what he saw on those nights he climbed to the clearing. He had even taken to monitoring the gate for when her Orc boyfriend came back from afar and installing a hidden vine right next to the bakery's privacy wall so that he could scale the small cliff and be in the clearing in moments. Many times over the last few months Ren had watched from the clearing as Druhma milked her Orc boyfriend for every drop of his nectar. She never let a night together go by without swallowing his seed at least once. Ren stopped briefly and turned to watch the Orcess lug her full water skins back to the bakery. He smiled knowingly and continued up the street.

The town of Shady Vale was shaped like a large piece of pie. The cliffs surrounding the village did not meet in a perfect, ninety degree angle. They actually were wider, allowing more room between but exposing more side to the Southern Foothills. Two broad streets paralleled the cliff faces and met at the intersection in front of Druhma's bakery. A slightly less-wide, third street, angled straight out from the bakery and neatly halved the angle of the cliffs. Several smaller streets crossed between these three, supporting homes and establishments. The exposed side of the settlement was protected by a massive wall spanning from the end of one cliff to the other. The area directly behind the wall was clear of any dwellings or structures for nearly ten paces to allow for easy troop movement in case of an attack. The outer wall had four gates. One large main gate sat directly across from the center main street, two smaller gates were located across from the wide roads flanking the cliffs, and a fourth, crude gate allowed access from the huge fenced area outside the walls. The fenced area stored livestock of all types and the gate was used to bring the animals into the settlement. Once past the great wall, the animal was either led to the paddock nearby or herded all the way to the West side, or business area, to be butchered for food. Some of the "livestock" sometimes walked on two legs, depending on the buyer.

Now past the intersection, Ren was traveling up the West road heading towards the Apocethary. Before he had taken three steps, an arrow whizzed by his head and imbedded itself in an upright pole. Ren spun towards the source, drawing his sword, and spotted an Orc drawing back another arrow. Ren was moving to avoid another shot when he noticed that the Orc wasn't aiming at him. A Gnome was scrambling for its life, dodging among the passerby, as the Orc tracked it while sighting along the arrow. Ren briefly wondered what the Gnome had done to upset the Orc. The bow twanged and the Gnome jerked off its feet like it was attached to a rope. The Orc strode over to the body of the Gnome, sporting an arrow through its head, and kicked it hard. He turned and looked at Ren, then the sword in Ren's hand, and grunted.

"Sorry."

Realizing that was about as good as he was going to get, Ren sheathed the sword with a look in the Orcs direction and then continued up the street. Ren knew that this kind of thing happened all the time here. Even the other onlookers had turned and immediately went about their business. The multitude of stalls and shops that lined the streets continued to conduct their commerce. Ren looked ahead as he continued up the street and saw a familiar shambling mountain come stalking out of the side road. The Ogre trailed four figures behind him on chains. Ren could make out two female Orcs, a shabby, middle-age human woman, and a female Dwarf, all naked, bound, and gagged. The massive beast turned toward Ren, dragging his stumbling purchases down the street. The slave collars on the females were iron, stained and rusty. The Ogre was only a short distance away from Ren when he turned yet again towards a familiar narrow alley. Before he entered, the brute stopped, having just taken notice of a Goblin stall selling sauces to spice up meat. The Ogre leaned over and grunted something Ren couldn't hear to the Goblin. The wary shop keeper held up an empty jar in response. The Ogre grunted again and the Goblin held up a small keg. The Ogre looked back at the trembling females, thinking, and then grunted again. The Goblin took the ladle out of the big cask from which he was serving sauce and put the lid on it. The Ogre handed him a pouch, scooped up the cask, and, after a final, evil grin in his captives' direction, continued down the narrow alley. The four females tried valiantly to resist the pull of the Ogre but their efforts were futile. The entire party disappeared around a bend in the alley, close to the cliffs.

At this point, Ren passed by the alley. He took one thoughtful look at the bend where the Ogre had gone, and figured he really didn't want to know where it went. As he continued up the road, he dodged the occasional flying body or weapon, eventually reaching his destination. The Apocethary was situated close to the gate at the end of the street. This gave Lirrak the Goblin an easier time getting magical and alchemical supplies into the settlement and into his shop. However, the proximity of the shop to the gate encouraged some to want to help themselves to free supplies, figuring the near gate to be an easy escape. To prevent this, Lirrak had installed a security fence around the entire building and hired Orc guards to secure the perimeter. Ren turned from the street into the gate of the fence and nearly ran into the guard. The Orc had a female Goblin draped over a water barrel, her skirt hiked up above her waist.

"Witcha in a sec..." the Orc grunted as he pounded in and out of the Goblin's body.

The petite Gobliness was gritting her teeth, eyes shut, and gripping the barrel in a desperate attempt to keep from flying over it. With every thrust, she would give a little moan and furrow her brow. The Orc quickened his pace, and then suddenly stiffened, clutching the Goblin's hips as he spilled himself inside her. The Gobliness reached back between her legs and caressed the Orc, all while gasping at the size of the organ inside her. The guard pulled his shaft out of the female's pummeled slit and nonchalantly dropped a few coins on the barrel next to her. The Gobliness dropped to the ground, scooped up the coins, and pulled her skirt back down into place. As she passed Ren on the way out, she trailed one hand lightly across his shoulder, clenching her tongue playfully in her teeth. Ren watched her go; trying to ignore the sticky trace she left on his shirt where she had touched him. When he turned back to the guard, the big Orc had just finished pulling up his breeches.

"Whatcha want?"

"I'm Ren. I'm her to see Lirrak about an order?"

"Mnh. Yeah, I remember ya. Go on in."

The Orc stepped to the side, already ignoring Ren as he passed by and scaled the few steps to the Apocethary. The young human pushed open the door and stepped into the sales area of the shop. A small room had a sales counter stretched across the side facing the door and was filled with assorted items on shelves and in scattered bins,. All of the items were trinkets or baubles with little or no magic whatsoever. Ren knew Lirrak kept his real supplies in storage in the room behind the counter. Ren had never been in the back room himself but even now the lean Goblin came through the door, smiling up at Ren.

"Ren! Good ta see ya! I take it yer here fer your fathers order?"

"Hey Lirrak."

"Whatsa matter? You look confused."

While he was speaking, the Goblin shopkeeper came out from around the counter carrying a box under each arm.

"Well, I just saw something a little disturbing..."

"Whatya see?"

"Well, your guard. The Orc? I saw him having sex with a Goblin prostitute out front here."

"What?"

Lirrak had stopped dead and turned to look directly at Ren. His face was one of attentive irritation.

"That idiot was banging a whore on my time? I just gave 'im a two copper raise and e's buyin hookers? Oh that's it. I'm gonna..." At this point Lirrak's tirade turned into a mumble to himself as he paced back and forth, boxes forgotten.

Ren paused for a second, and then waved his hand to get the Goblin's attention.

"Um. You don't understand. I was shocked that he picked a Goblin. I mean, he's an Orc. How can he not damage her?"

Lirrak stopped his pacing and mumbling to look at Ren once again. He had a strange look on his face as though he didn't understand Ren's concern. Then, as realization dawned, the Goblin started to chuckle.

"Oh! Ha ha! Oh Ren, dontcha worry bout that boy! That buffoon picks Goblins for a reason. Ee's hung like a mouse! I bet yer even bigger than he is!"

Ren was doubtful of that. He knew from personal experience that the Goblin girls were capable of handling even a large human phallus like his own but, small or not, the guard was still an Orc. The girl from out front had been straining to handle him. Lirrak set the boxes down and Ren resolved to drop the issue. If the Gobliness was willing to risk it, then he guessed it just wasn't his business. Lirrak turned toward the door but spoke to Ren.

"Ere now. Don't say a word to im. I got something that'll take care of im and get his mind back on my business. Leave them boxes here for a minnit. Got ta do something first."

The two left the shop. Lirrak nodded to the guard, who was standing a little straighter than when Ren had arrived, and turned to walk the opposite way from where Ren had come. Ren quickly pointed it out to the shop keep.

"Hey, Lirrak, why are we going this way?"

"Don't worry boy.", as the Goblin turned down a side road, "We have to make a pit stop. I ran out of Magnataur testicles for this order."

"Magnataur! What do you use them for?"

"Ya can use em for a buncha stuff. Love potions, binding spells, them Magnataurs can do the nasty for hours and hours at a go and mages like to try'n capture the spirit, to say the least."

"Where are you going to get them?"

"Gotta go down ta the Rod & Cup ta meet with a supplier."

Inwardly, Ren groaned. The Rod & Cup Inn was the official drinking establishment of the settlement. It started out as a beautiful, sprawling inn with many niceties but has long since become a moral and social cesspool. The things that were ignored in The Rod & Cup made even some of the nastier residents of the town shudder in loathing. Ren had never stepped foot in the place, until now. He held his voice steady as he spoke to the rapidly moving Goblin.

"Rod & Cup? Your supplier is there?"

"Hells yeah, it's the best place for gettin most'a my stuff."

As they crossed the next intersection, Ren spotted a familiar female shape standing against a building. He tapped Lirrak on the shoulder and motioned towards the Gobliness.

"That's the one your guard was with."

"Heh, I know her. Blasted size queen. She's always lookin to score herself an Orc or two. Rumor haz it there's no bottom ta that well."

The shop keep angled towards the diminutive hooker. As he approached, he took a flask from his pocket and smeared some of its contents on to his fingers. Dropping the flask back in his pocket, Lirrak walked right up to the Gobliness, who turned an smiled when she recognized him.

"Ello, Lirrak. Oooo...who's yer friend? Does he wanna play?"

The Gobliness stepped around the shop keep and snuggled right up to Ren. He tried very hard to get the image of her, impaled by an Orc, out of his mind. Lirrak put his hand on her shoulder and spun her away from Ren so that she was once again facing him.

"No, not him. But I do know someone who does wanna play. In fact, ya were already playing earlier, in fronta the Apocethary?"

"Who? The Orc?"

She turned and looked at Ren again.

"Oh, that's where I saw ya! When I was finishin off yer friend earlier!"

The little female snuggled in again and gripped Ren's crotch with one hand.

"Did that turn ya on, baby? Wanna go where no human has gone afore?"

The Gobliness stopped and looked down at her hand. When she looked back up at Ren, her face was beaming.

"Oh ho! Thatsa biggun! Ya sure ya don't wanna play?"

Lirrak spun the girl again, much to Ren's relief. Normally he liked the attention of females, but there was that annoying, "spitted on an Orc" image he couldn't get out of his mind. Lirrak produced two golds held up between his fingers and the Gobliness promptly forgot Ren. The shop keep smiled at the female.

"I told ya. The one who wants ta play is in fronta my shop. You go play with him again and I'll give ya these. Tell him it's a gift fromma friend. He don't need ta know it was me. In fact, just so ya can handle im again..."

Lirrak reached right up under the Gobliness' skirt, widening her eyes at his audacity. When his hand reappeared, it had considerably less of the substance from the flask that Lirrak had used earlier. He dropped the coins into her outstretched palm.

"This'll help ya have yer fun with im. Now git, afore I change my mind."

The Gobliness turned and hurried down the street towards the Apocethary. Ren watched her go, then turned to the Goblin.

"How do you know she just won't take your money and go?"

"Ah, she knows better'n ta try to take me. I got plenty'o stuff at the shop that'll track her down if I want. I just can't wait ta get back there tonight."

"Why is that?"

"The stuff I rubbed on her crotch? It don't do nuttin to Goblins, but it sure lights up an Orc's skin after a while! When I get back later, that oaf is gonna be begging me for a salve an I'm gonna remind im how banging whores on duty makes it hard fer me ta be sorry! Hah!"

Ren had to chuckle as they continued down the road. Lirrak's solution was a lot kinder than some of the solutions he had witnessed over the years. The Orc guard would get his jollies, and then learn a lesson. Up ahead, the Inn came into view, and Ren quickly lost any mirth hey may have harbored from the Orc's predicament.

The Rod & Cup Inn was a large, sprawling building on the edge of town, close to the center gate. The entire structure was in the shape of the letter "L". The main building sat alongside the main center street that led to the largest gate on the settlement's outer wall. The other building sat alongside the gap between the outer wall and the town. The smaller building connected to the end of the larger and lacked the second floor of the first. A porch stretched the entire length of the main building, with steps all around to allow easy access. The doors were huge, rebuilt to accommodate the larger races of Shady Vale, and the windows were small and widely spaced. The outside of the structure looked as though it was once elegant and inviting. Now, it was covered in dust, stains, and various claw, sword, axe and knife wounds.

Even as they approached, Ren noticed a small figure pinned to the outside wall. When the pair stepped on to the porch, the figure resolved into the body of a Gnome, dangling half a pace off the floor and held in place with a huge knife jammed through the body, into the wall. Most of the unfortunate Gnome's gear and clothes were missing, probably picked clean quickly by passerby. Lirrak stopped and eyed the knife questioningly.

"Hmm. I wonder why they dinnt take the knife?"

As if in answer, a massive Orc with several scars on his face and arms stepped out of the door and walked over to the body of the Gnome.

"Hmph. You'll never try that again."

The Orc yanked the knife free, letting the body tumble to the floor. He bent over and wiped the blade on what remained of the Gnome's clothing before he smoothly slipped the knife into an empty sheath on his hip. The Orc turned and walked away, completely ignoring Ren and Lirrak. The Goblin shop keep simply shrugged and stepped into the building. Ren followed behind, eyes scanning warily.

Ren's first impression of the interior of the Rod & Cup was that it was very dark. The windows of the establishment were small to prevent as many bodies from passing through as possible and therefore let in very little light. The front door opened into the lower section of the bigger of the two buildings, a large room lit with wall sconces to try and offset the lack of light. The area across from the door was reserved for the kitchen. A long countertop allowed the cook(s) to hand dishes to the waitresses. The countertop ended abruptly at a straight stairwell leading to the rooms on the second floor. The wall at the end of the building opposite the kitchen was completely open, attached to the other, smaller building. The interior of the second building was, unbelievably, darker. The room Ren was standing in contained several, sturdy booths and well-polished tables. Lirrak immediately went to an empty booth nearest the other building and sat down, leaving Ren to sit down with his back to the door and kitchen.

At this distance, Ren could see into the murky depths of the second building. It was also full of booths and tables but these were all larger and cruder than the one Ren currently occupied. The booth immediately inside the room was in use by a two-headed Ogre, talking to himself as he reviewed sheets and pages spread on the table before him. Other patrons occupied various booths along the walls of the room. They were engaged in an endless variety of activities ranging from an Orc prostitute riding a Troll to a group of Orcs pummeling a suspended Dwarf. The Dwarf was hung, naked and upside-down, from the ceiling with a rope while a small gang of Orcs took turns throwing punches at the bloodied and bruised form. A coiled form lifted its head behind the assembly, staring hungrily at the Dwarf. The serpent flicked its tongue as every blow landed, bringing a grunt of pain from the bound Dwarf. Even as Ren watched, the Dwarf faded to the point of semi-consciousness where the impacts no longer brought a grunt every time. One of the Orcs angrily drew a knife and cut the Dwarf down. He then turned and, dangling the small form by the rope, dropped it into the waiting open mouth of the serpent. The massive reptile began swallowing as the Dwarf realized what was happening. The kicking legs slowly disappeared down the serpent's throat and a different Orc reached into a large wooden bin behind him and pulled out another Dwarf. This one was a female, bound and gagged. The Orc contemplated the female Dwarf for a moment, and then slammed the small form onto a nearby table. Two quick yanks and most of the Dwarven female's clothes lay on the floor. As the gathering of Orcs began to drop their breeches, Ren looked away. Lirrak rubbed his hands together as a huge grin spread across his face.

"Well, can't talk ta him right now. Might as well have a bit while we wait!"

The Goblin motioned to a waitress. The Orc female approached the table, eying Ren as she came.

"Watcha want?"

Lirrak snapped his fingers to get her attention, still smiling.

"Bring us two'a yer brews, filled to tha top this time, and tell im I gotta newb out here."

The Orc nodded and looked back at Ren. Slowly and deliberately, she ran her eyes up and down the young human's body. Then, with a wink, she turned and walked towards the counter. Ren considered her taut, lean form for just a second and then turned to Lirrak.

"Who's 'him'?"

Lirrak laughed and slapped the table.

"Oh ho! That's right! Ya haven't heard about tha owner yet!"

The shopkeeper continued to chuckle as he looked across the table at Ren.

"Now listen. Tha owner of this place is a Blood elf name'a Brulliard. He's also a mage but he likes ta play around here at the R & C. Hell, he's on tha Council."

Ren sucked in a breath. The Council was a collection of the most powerful members of the various races present in Shady Vale. Each race was supposed to have a voice in the administration of the settlement but it was known that the Orcs and the Blood Elves held the majority of the seats on the Council. Their constant power struggles were nearly legendary in the town. Lirrak continued...

"Tha thing is, ole Brulliard likes tha guys, if ya know what I mean. He's a really strong mage, so they just let him hang here at the R & C and try ta ignore his way with the boys. When he comes out ta meet ya, he's gonna be all over ya like a second skin. Don't do ennything ta make im think yer of the like but don't insult im either, know what I mean? Just sit there and be polite while he gropes ya for awhile. If ya don't react, he'll let ya alone after a while."

Ren nodded at the Goblin's instructions and then leaned forward to ask another question.

"Thanks for the warning, but I meant: 'Who's the HIM we can't talk to yet?'"

Lirrak looked over his shoulder then pointed a thumb at the massive, two-headed Ogre just inside the other building.

"See tha big guy? That's m'boy. Only thing is, ah'm not gonna go over till he's done gettin his, ya see?"

Ren looked a little closer, trying not to appear to stare while he struggled to understand what the Goblin was talking about. It appeared to him that the Ogre was just sitting there, reviewing some paperwork. Of course the paperwork part was amazing in itself. Ren began to muse on what kind of Ogre could actually read when he noticed movement under the Ogre's table. Now that his attention was focused, he could make out an obviously female form on her hands and knees under the table. The dark lighting was making it difficult to see any details.

Ren glanced around and then evoked a Word of Power under his breath. The utterance activated a minor spell Ren used to see in the dark during night maneuvers with his students. The entire establishment jumped into razor sharp detail. The spell was one of Ren's own making, allowing him to see into nighttime shadows as well as over a distance. The area under the Ogre's table came into focus and the figure resolved into a big, plump, female Tauren. She was kneeling in front of the Ogre, her head bobbing steadily. The immense length and girth of the Ogre's shaft had the jaw of the Taureness locked wide open and her throat bulged with every stroke. She wore nothing but a scant loincloth and an ornate silver collar. The silver chain attached to the collar looped down near her huge, swaying breasts and back up to end linked to an elaborate bracelet around the Ogre's left wrist. One of the Ogre's heads stopped talking and closed its eyes with pleasure. The far hand of the brute snaked down under the table and grabbed the Tauren's head at the bony ridge between her stubby horns. With one smooth yank, the Ogre pulled the female Tauren's mouth down over the remaining length of his member. Her neck bulged with the effort, and she threw her hands on to the Ogre's knees to steady herself. After a few moments of holding her head in place, the Ogre released his grip and resumed his conversation with his other head. The Taureness backed off his shaft slightly, trembling with the exertion, and resumed her oral ministrations, blinking away tears of effort. Ren turned back to the Goblin with a surprised look. The Goblin's face was eerily lit in Ren's enhanced eyesight. Lirrak chuckled and leaned back in his seat.

"Heh. Oh, he'll be done soon! I know tha look on his face! Wonder if he's gonna go top'r bottom this time?"

Before Ren could reply, the Orcish waitress returned with two full mugs. She set one in front of Lirrak and turned to Ren. The Orcess dipped a finger into Ren's mug and trickled the amber liquid down between her breasts. Then she leaned over as she set the mug down, giving the young human a good look down her dress. In Ren's enhanced vision, her breasts and belly were as clear to him as if she would have been naked.

"If ya wanna chase it, yer gonna have ta use yer tongue. And don't stop till ya get to tha bottom!"

The Orcess gave Ren a hungry look as the young human thought quickly for an appropriate reply. He was saved in the form of a loud, deliberate cough. The Orcess looked over her shoulder, spotted the origin of the cough, and hustled away without another word. Behind the spot of the Orc's sudden exit stood an elaborately dressed Blood Elf. His shirt was a loud, shocking pink color with white ruffles at the cuffs and throat. Broad, intricate tassels hung from the sleeves of his forearms and a wide, delicately tooled belt rode atop skin tight white breeches. The knee-high boots were heeled and lavender in color. All of the clothing was of costly materials and the Elf was festooned with rings and baubles, lending him an air of wealth and sophistication. When the gaudily dressed Elf spotted Lirrak, his face broke into a smile.

"Ah, Lirrak, how are you? What brings you back to my humble establishment?"

The Blood Elf's eyes slid across the table and locked on to Ren. He gave him a thorough once over, far hungrier than the Orc waitress.

"Mmm, and who is your friend? He looks delicious."

In a blink, the Blood Elf was in the booth next to Ren, pressed up against the young human and talking nose to nose. The mage's hand slid up Ren's leg and cupped his crotch as boldly as any street whore.

"Oh my! This is a pleasant surprise! A sweet...with a treat... to eat!"

Ren struggled to maintain his composure as the Blood Elf continued to play with his crotch and stroke his face as lightly as a lover. Lirrak's earlier warning kept coming back to him even as the shop keeper took a deep swallow of his drink before answering.

"I come ta talk to Oluk. Gotta get me some items for tha shop. I was just waitin fer him ta get hisself done so I could go over."

The Belf mage stopped pawing Ren long enough to glance at the Ogre in the next room.

"Ah yes, shouldn't be too long now..."

As if on cue, the Ogre huffed loudly and yanked upward on his table. The table rose on a series of pistons that allowed it to be adjusted to fit nearly any being's height. Before the table went far, the Ogre slid out of his booth, dragging the Tauren out from under the table. He pulled her to her feet, using her horns as handles, as his massive erection bobbed freely between them. The two-headed brute then scooped her up by the armpits and simply dropped her on her back on the raised table. The impact on the table caused the legs of the Taureness to fall open to either side, exposing her plump slit. The Ogre simply stepped forward and stuffed his colossal shaft into her in one quick shove. The Taureness gasped as her belly distended with the enormous girth of the organ inside her. She reached over her head and braced her two-fingered hands against the booth's wall as the Ogre started pumping his hips. The massive brute reached up with both hands and crushed the horned female's huge breasts in his grip. The Taureness clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as the Ogre quickened his pace, pounding in and out of her body with such force that the sound was like the clash of Ren's practice swords rapping together. Lirrak turned back from the scene to comment.

"Heh, looks like tha bottom this time!"

Brulliard took his tongue out of Ren's ear long enough to reply.

"Hmph. You would think he would have the decency to make her swallow more. I am tired of cleaning up his messes."

The two-headed Ogre gave one last powerful thrust and then threw back both heads and howled. The abused cavity of the Taureness was unable to contain the Ogre's massive discharge and some of the sticky fluid gushed from around his shaft, splattering his stomach and legs. Panting, the Ogre released his bruising grip on the Taur's chest and stepped back from the table. Without a word, the Taureness slithered off the table to kneel before the brute. At his nod, she immediately started to clean the mess from his belly and thighs with long swipes of her tongue. Ren wondered what kind of history the female Tauren had to produce such a reaction. He must have wondered out loud because Brulliard actually answered him.

"Oh, he's had her for at least two years now. She's the one form of entertainment in which he indulges. Imagine an Ogre mage with no magical ability. He had to do something so he became a sort of businessman. He says one of his best deals was purchasing her off the blocks across town. She's been thrown out of the tribes, forbidden to return. You can't see it from here but she sports a brand behind her right ear..."

"You mean the one with a broken Taur skull inside a tribal border?"

"Yes, that's the one. It means she..."

The Mage trailed off, looking into Ren's eyes. Now the look was less hungry and more interested. Suddenly, Brulliard smiled wide and leaned back to regard Ren as a whole.

"My my! That's a cute little spell! Where did you get that?"

"I designed it myself."

"Looks, and talent? What is your name, yummy boy?"

"Ren. Ren Mordrogon."

The Elf's eyes widened in surprise.

"You are Gareth's boy?"

"Umm, yes."

"Well now! I've heard of you from talk around the table at Council meetings but I never knew he grew them so tasty looking!"

Ren actually blushed. His father spoke of him in the Council! The Blood Elf continued to regard him from a short distance as the Goblin spoke.

"I'm gonna go over now. Seems ta me that he's ready ta talk business."

The Belf looked quizzically at the shop keeper.

"What exactly are you here to get?"

The Goblin shop keeper downed the last of his drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve before replying.

"I need some Magnataur knots for Ren's old man, among other things."

Brulliard looked surprised.

"Magnataur testicles! Oh ho! Is your father trying to woo a lady friend, Ren?"

"Not to my knowledge, no."

"Oh well, be that as it may. Those are used to create many a love story, you know."

The Blood Elf looked Ren up and down again.

"Of course, candy, you wouldn't need a love potion, now would you, being THE Ren Mordrogon."

Now it was Ren's turn to look quizzically at the Mage.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

Lirrak paused on his way out of the booth and exchanged an amused glance with Brulliard. Then he turned to Ren.

"Ren, dontcha know what's said about ya? Yer tha talk of tha Council! Inherent magic abilities, never losta sword fight in ten years, promoted ta training afore ya even got ta battle, didn't ya ever hear the rumors?"

Ren thought back several years. It was true he had never lost a fight since he was little. When he had come home crying that day, his father had given him a long and scathing speech about how he should not have taken up the sword if he wasn't going to use it. Ren had vowed, even at that young age, to always go above and beyond to learn the sword. Some of his contests since had been close, but he went undefeated. Between that and his exhaustive studies of magic with his father, Ren had never had the time to listen to what others said about him. Now, he was beginning to realize how his meteoric rise must seem to others of the community. Brulliard chimed in with his own observances.

"All that plus, from what I've heard, you're popular with the young ladies as well."

If anything, Ren blushed even more. For months, he noticed an increase in the attention he had been receiving from the opposite sex. He just didn't realize how far word had spread. Brulliard continued to chuckle as he spoke.

"Oh look, you're blushing! Don't be so shy now, yummy. I would think, by the way your father talks of you, that he would have sent you out the gate to collect those testes yourself!"

"Now where," Ren smiled at both, "would I find Magnataur testicles still on a Magnataur?"

Lirrak and Brulliard exchanged another glance. Brulliard chuckled again as he spoke.

"Oh pretty, you really do have a sheltered life, don't you? There's a Magnataur who lives in Shady Vale. Well, right outside the wall anyway. He doesn't like to be around many people all the time but he gets along with us well enough. He has to, considering he's a pygmy in their world. We give him all he can eat in livestock and Alliance bodies and he patrols the fence."

Ren sat, mouth agape, and marveled at what he had heard. A Magnataur! In Shady Vale! Even a small Magnataur would be huge! Ren mentally reviewed some of the stories he had heard about these creatures. All of them involved lots of agony and death. As he reflected, the Ogre, Oluk, barked something out loud to his collared Tauren, grabbing the attention of the trio once again. The Taureness, apparently done with the cleaning, crawled back under the table and the Ogre resumed his seat, pulling the table back into position. Lirrak stood and remarked over his shoulder.

"I'm gonna get over there afore he gets hisself worked up again. If I wait to long, he's gonna go another round afore I can git over there!"

"At least", Brulliard sighed with a look at Lirrak, "he doesn't pick his sexual playmates based on their nutritional value."

The Goblin looked affronted.

"Hey! Just cause he works fer tha Cartel don't mean I'm inta what he does in his spare time!"

Ren looked back and forth between the two, clearly not catching the meaning behind the exchange.

"Ok, I'm confused. Who are you talking about?"

Brulliard turned to look at Ren.

"Oh, you've seen him, treat. Tall? Grey skin? Usually dragging a couple of hapless females in chains?"

Ren understood.

"Oh, him! The Ogre who rapes his victims to death, then eats the remains."

The Blood Elf and the Goblin both gave Ren a look of sympathy. Lirrak gestured at the Elf to continue, then started over to the other table. Brulliard slid around to the other side of the table, rested his face on his hands, and looked at Ren as he spoke.

"I hate to tell you this but he doesn't wait for his women to perish before he starts to feed. Sometimes he doesn't even wait till he's done raping them."

Ren felt a little queasy at that, so he looked over to the other table and got an idea to change the subject.

"Wonder why Oluk doesn't eat his Tauren?"

"Eat his Tauren? Ha! He would never part with her! He has too much time and money invested in her. The collar she wears? It has an expensive healing spell built right into it! Keeps her around for his amusement."

Lirrak had returned just as the Belf finished his statement.

"Hmpf, yeah he keeps her fer his amusement all right. Ol Two Heads over there is a bit'o a voyeur, so he likes ta pass his girl around. That Taur has had more different meats in'r than the local butcher shop! Ogre, Troll, Kodo, Dragon, tha list is too long ta go on. Bout tha only one who hasn't stuffed'er is ol Atog himself."

"Atog?"

"Tha big grey one who works fer my cartel. We was just talkin about him when I walked away."

"Oh him. Mmmm, ok. Hey! How did you get back here so fast? You were only gone for a moment!"

"Standard order. I don't haveta do a lotta talking with Oluk. He knows most'a what I need."

"Magnataur testicles are a standard order?"

"Ya'd be surprised what's a standard order round here."

Brulliard stopped devouring Ren with his eyes and sat up straight to address them both.

"Ren, what is your father planning with those testes?"

"I have absolutely no idea. He hasn't spoken about what he does with the other mages since Armiella gave birth."

"Armiella? Daughter of Mal'therius? I thought she died."

"She did, giving birth to Grauzel's offspring."

Brulliard suddenly stiffened, his attention totally on the conversation. Lirrak abruptly leaned in closer as well but it was Brulliard's hushed tones that dominated the table.

"Let me get this straight. Armiella was pregnant with Grauzel the Defiler's offspring? And she gave birth? When?"

"It was a couple of months ago."

Ren found it still difficult to talk about Armiella. The pain refreshed itself, even after all this time. Brulliard and Lirrak looked shocked. As they started to converse between themselves, Ren only heard small portions of the exchange.

"...cub of a demon..."

"...an Archfiend..."

"...Magnataur knots are for..."

"...could it be in the binding..."

A few short minutes later, the two looked at Ren. Brulliard was the first to speak.

"Ren my sweet, there may be more going on here than meets the eye. Mal'therius has told the Council that his daughter perished in a spell casting accident. But, based on the information you just gave us, we believe that Mal'therius may be making a power play in the Council, and your father may be helping him."

"How do you know that?"

"We don't. But we are going to find out for sure. In the meantime, stay, finish your drink, and enjoy the company of my waitresses. The night shift has come to work and some of my pride and joy are here tonight. We will meet again here tomorrow."

Lirrak clapped Ren on the shoulder.

"Don't worry boy! It's probably nuttin ta worry over. I'll see that my guard'll run yer dads supplies ta yer house. He needs ta earn his salve tonight anyways! Hah!"

The pair started to turn to leave Brulliard spied something in the far corner. He gestured and a blue-white ball hurtled across the other room so fast that Ren could barely track it. It only vanished after bouncing off the head of one of the gang of Orcs having their fun in the back corner. This particular Orc was holding an axe aloft, preparing to throw it at yet another Dwarf dangling from the ceiling against the wall. The previous female Dwarf was currently sliding feet first down the throat of the serpent in the corner. Her terror stricken eyes blinked furiously over her gag as her head disappeared down the reptile's gullet. The Orc who took the hit crashed forward, past the others, and bounced off the wall. The entire room stopped to watch the action.

"I have only ONE rule, damn it! DO NOT destroy my property!"

The fallen Orc staggered to his feet and carefully set the axe down, bowing his apologies. One of the other Orcs shrugged, then cut the Dwarf down and casually tossed him to the serpent. The conversation resumed normally. Satisfied, the Blood Elf mage turned again and spoke directly at Ren.

"I don't require much, as you can see. My fellow mages are not pleased that I let so much go by in here. They are just jealous that I found a way to absorb magical energies in such a way as to be double, even triple their normal power. Ah well. Goodnight sweet Ren."

Brulliard leaned over and kissed Ren on the lips. Ren was so startled that he didn't even pull away. As the Blood Elf walked away, his eyes twinkled with amusement, sure in the knowledge of the discomfort he gave the young human. Ren sat still, waiting for the two to leave. Keeping his composure while the mage groped him had taken more out of him than he realized. The elf had six hands! Or so it seemed, as Ren picked up his drink. At least he wouldn't have to deal with the Orc waitress. For a moment, Ren thought she might crawl into the booth with him; such was the look she gave. Brulliard had said that the new shift had come in, so she was probably gone for the night. Now all he needed to do was figure out what had excited the other two so much that they left him here. And his father may be part of it!

Ren continued to ponder as he sipped his drink. He was staring off into space, not paying attention, when he set his mug down on the edge of the table. The vessel teetered for a moment, then toppled over the side and banged against the floor. The contents splashed everywhere, drawing attention from surrounding booths. Ren cursed lightly under his breath and started to slide out of booth to retrieve the mug. As he stood, his foot landed on something round on the floor at the edge of the booth, throwing him completely off balance. He twisted wildly, trying to remain standing, when the object under his foot slid across the floorboards, taking his foot with it. Ren spun and fell, colliding with a passing Tauren waitress as he toppled to the ground. As they fell together, Ren scrambled desperately, trying to simultaneously protect the waitresses' head and not fall on top of her. He slid his hand behind her head at the last moment, taking the full impact between her skull and the floor. This action left only one hand free to catch him self so he ended up collapsing atop her, jamming his one elbow into the floor and failing to keep the majority of his weight from landing on the surprised female.

Pain flared from Ren's hand, elbow, and shoulder. The first still tucked protectively behind the Tauren's head and the second waged war with the agony of the third where his weight had viscously twisted the socket. Ren grimaced in pain and opened his eyes to look at the Tauren waitress on whom he had landed. The first thing he noticed about her was the fact that she had some of the most beautiful ice-blue eyes that he had ever seen. The second thing he noticed was those same pretty eyes were filled with terror. Ren was momentarily taken aback. It dawned on him what she was seeing from her side of the encounter. A tackle to the floor, face twisted into a snarl, and his hand holding her head could easily be misconstrued as an attack. The jeers and catcalls from the surrounding tables weren't helping at all.

"...yeah! You go boy! Get..."

"...bout time someone got her to..."

"...put it to her! Give...."

All of this happened in the first second after Ren had landed on the Tauren. As he opened his mouth to apologize, the fear in her eyes immediately turned to anger. The Taureness reached up and grabbed Ren's shirt at the shoulders, her face twisting into a snarl. With deceptive strength, she hoisted his upper body into the air, yanking his hand free and straining his spine at the waist. Ren glanced down and noticed he had fallen between her legs, the high slit of her fancy dress allowing one of her shapely thighs to sprawl wide. He had inadvertently landed in the same position as if he were making love to her! Embarrassment flooded his face as he looked back up to the Taur, who was now yelling at him.

"Who the hell do you think you are!? If I wouldn't give it to THOSE creeps, what makes you THINK I would give it to you!?"

Ren had instinctively grabbed the Tauren's wrists, trying to keep his balance. He now started to push himself off the floor, trying to get his hands and legs underneath him without touching any intimate spots on the Taureness. Throughout the process, he tried to apologize to the waitress.

"I am so very sorry. I slipped on something. I didn't mean..."

Ren finally managed to get his legs underneath him. When he stood, he held the wrists of the Tauren where she still clutched his shirt. As she rose with him, she still scowled angrily at Ren. Again he apologized fervently.

"I really am sorry. Are you ok? I was looking for my mug and..."

Ren's voice trailed off as he looked down at the floor. He could feel his face burning with embarrassment. The waitress let go of his shirt, still silently scowling, and Ren took the opportunity to scoop up the object he had slipped on, his mug. He practically threw himself back into the booth, not looking at the Tauren, and apologized again.

"I really didn't mean to fall on you. I slipped on this mug. I am sorry."

Ren stared down into the mug he now held clutched in both hands. He knew his face was bright red. The worst part of the ordeal was the fact that he had felt the Tauren beneath him and it had stirred up long-buried feelings. His occasional trysts with petite Goblinesses didn't compare to the feeling of touching a full sized partner. It also didn't help that the Taureness had been incredibly cute, her sparkling eyes surrounded by soft tan fur. The brief glimpse he had taken had showed him the entire abdomen of her dress had been cut out, revealing her furry belly. The exposed leg was also well-formed and shapely, adding to his chagrin. He sat for long seconds, willing her to go away, unable to take his eyes off the empty bottom of his mug. A gentle touch on his shoulder brought his head around to look directly into the face of the waitress. Gone was the scowl, replaced with a look of surprise and understanding.

"Sorry I yelled at you. It's just that...well, I thought that you were trying to...you know, have your way with me."

Ren nodded slightly and resumed staring into his cup. He replied without looking.

"I know. I didn't mean to startle you. I slipped on this mug and fell. I'm not like that. I wouldn't force myself on you."

The waitress paused for a moment, and then slid into the seat across from Ren, forcing him to look up in surprise. She studied his face for a second, and then asked him his name.

"It's Ren. Ren Mordrogon."

The Taureness leaned back, her face a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Ren Mordrogon? I know you!"

"You know me?"

"Well, I know OF you. I get a lot of Goblins in here. All of the female Goblins keep talking about this one really nice guy in the whole town. They sit and plot ways of getting him in to bed. I didn't make the connection to your name until just now."

"They sit and plot about me?"

"Oh yeah. Apparently you have some reputation. The ones you haven't slept with want you bad, and the ones you have, they want you again."

Ren felt his face color again. What she had said made a lot of things make more sense. The looks he got from various Goblinesses around town bordered on the look he got from the Orc waitress earlier. The Taureness looked at him with a knowing smirk.

Ren noted that even that facial expression could do nothing to diminish her beauty. He took a quick second to take her in. Her eyes were extraordinary, framed in her short, tan furred face. Her muzzle was smooth, with none of the usual dark markings found on most Taurens. Her long, brown hair was plaited down her back, ending in two intricate ponytails. She was broad shouldered, like most of her kind, but her formidable musculature was softened enough to be very feminine. The dress she wore was very low cut, exposing two immense breasts that, while they weren't Druhma-sized, were as large as his head, leaving no doubt she was a female. The fur of her cleavage turned a lighter shade of tan right at the point where her breasts pressed together and continued down over her slightly rounded belly. The oval cutout of her dress left no doubt of that. Ren knew from earlier, when he had accidentally pressed his hand against her stomach while trying to get up, that hard muscle backed the plump belly of the Tauren. It was like two fingers width of velvet over an anvil. And to round it off, Ren could detect an odor of flowers, mixed with a slight, musky aroma, coming from her that made her seem even more sultry and sensuous. Never before had Ren ever been so attracted to a Tauren. There was something about her that he just couldn't put his finger on, but really liked. Ren found it easier to look into her eyes the more he spoke to her.

"I honestly don't know what they say about me. All I can say is that I'm not the type to mistreat a partner. A woman should be treated well, no matter her race or origin."

The Taureness gave him a thoughtful look before replying.

"That's pretty rare in this town. Maybe the stuff I heard about you was true."

When Ren met her eyes again, the Taur gave him a friendly smile. He smiled back shyly, struggling to understand the immense attraction he was feeling. Never had he been so flustered with someone of the opposite sex. He looked down and played idly with his cup as he spoke.

"I don't know why I'm even saying this to you. There's something about you that makes me want to spill my guts, even to a total stranger."

The Taureness chuckled and shook her hair.

"Well, from what I've heard, maybe we're not really strangers, eh?"

With that, Ren looked up into the Tauren's face. Her expression reminded him of someone who had just realized they sat near a common soul. Her eyes begged him to look past the surface and connect to the inside. Ren's breath caught in his throat. The only other time he had ever seen this expression was on Armiella's face. The thought stunned him. Could this be a kindred soul in Shady Vale? Was the enormous attraction that he was feeling because she shared the same view of life here? They sat there and exchanged a long, deep look, each searching the other's face for clues. As Ren started to speak, a voice from across the room shattered the moment as a rock shatters the stillness of a pond.

"Whoo hoo, baby! Ya get tired'a sittin there, I gotta nother place for ya to sit!!!"

The voice came from an obviously drunken Orc who had slid out of his booth far enough to expose himself to the waitress. As he howled, he would gesture to his erection, suggesting in great detail how she could sit on it. The Tauren waitress sighed and slid out from the booth. She turned back to Ren and indicated his empty mug as she spoke, all business again.

"You want me to fill that up for you?"

Ren shook his head.

"No thanks. I should be going. I have to study with my father tonight."

He turned and slid over to the edge of the booth. When he stood, he was shocked to discover the Tauren was shorter than he was! Not by much, but definitely shorter. Ren's mind raced. Was she an adolescent? His face must have betrayed his thoughts because she just chuckled at him as she took his empty mug.

"No, I am not a kid. I've always been small. It's probably the reason all these idiots in here want to get under my dress so badly."

"Honestly, I think it's more than your size."

"Why Ren, are you hitting on me?"

Ren searched her eyes for a moment, and then smiled as he spoke.

"I guess I am. Hope that doesn't upset you."

"Hmmm, coming from you, it doesn't."

"Good. Will you be here tomorrow night?"

The Taureness looked serious for a moment, playing with an incredibly ornate, heavy necklace she was wearing. It was mostly gold and jewels, with strands that ran down her chest, nestling in her ample bosom. Ren was startled to see that the necklace had a mage lock on it! He looked in her face, seeking an explanation. She stopped fiddling with it and regarded him sadly.

"I'll be here every night for a long time, Ren. I'm indentured."

Ren was shocked. Indentured servants were the next step up from pure slavery. To be indentured is to be sold for a sum of money. The servant would then work for the buyer until they could earn the money back, repaying the debt and securing their release. If she was indentured, then it had to be Brulliard who held the bond. Ren had a quick flash of anger towards the Elf, but the waitress put her two-fingered hand on his arm to calm him.

"It's not what you think. I asked for it myself. Brulliard did it for me to keep me off the block. I owe him my life."

Ren looked at her as his heartbeat returned to normal. His feelings for her cemented themselves in that glance.

"I didn't realize. I'm sorry. To make it worse, I don't even know your name."

She smiled back at him.

"It's Belune."

"Belune.", Ren tested the sound on his tongue, "I like it."

She smiled at him again and Ren had to fight the urge to lean in and kiss her. Where was this coming from? He settled his sword and took her hand. Amidst the hoots and hollers of the bystanders, he kissed the back of her hand lightly and stood up.

"I have to go, Belune, but I will be back tomorrow, if you wish."

She smiled at him again, and then suddenly leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. Her muzzle and lips were soft against his and suddenly gone again, leaving him wide eyed as he looked at her. She chuckled at his expression.

"I do wish. See you tomorrow? Good. Good night, Ren."

Belune turned and walked away. Ren watched her go, marveling at her hourglass curves and staring bluntly at her round bottom as it swayed gently under her dress. He had to shake his head a couple times before he could bring himself to leave. Outside, he turned down the street with a little extra spring in his step. Ren considered himself lucky tonight, meeting someone who was obviously beautiful on the inside, not just out. Tonight, he would dream of ice-blue eyes and soft fur.

Ren hurried home to start his lesson.