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Essential Essence Extraction

When it came down to it. Living life as the underappreciated apprentice of an evil, kingdom destroying sorcerer wasn't really that bad. Sure, there was always the threat of being slain by some predestined hero type. But once you got over that one trivial concern it was pretty much the prefect job. Free table scraps. A room in the crumbling remains of an accursed castle. An amazing dental plan!

But the best part about the whole thing had to be the opportunity you got to learn dark magic. A skill that many people would give their very souls to possess. Which… actually was something you had to do if you wanted to use it. But I digress.

Now, in order to gain all these perks there was one trial you had to complete first. A rather harrowing interview process that few ever succeeded in getting through. Lined up and inspected alongside your fellow applicants you'd be tested by your potential master in magical proficiency and overall wickedness. Those who didn't make the cut ruthlessly terminated the very moment they failed. A truly terrifying experience for all those involved.

However, if you did manage to leap this daunting hurdle you pretty much had it made from there on out. One quick blood oath and “BOOM!" there you were! A certified sorcerer's apprentice. Your wonderful brand new life the envy of everyone! But, in order to keep such a lofty position you had to remember three very important tenets. An all-important code of conduct that you followed to the letter less you wanted to end up fired… or worse.

First of these rules, as one would expect, involved your magical studies themselves. Above anything else you were to learn as much as inhumanly possible about the forbidden arts. Every manuscript presented to you, every lesson you were taught committed to heart in the near hopeless belief that you could one day become as powerful a sorcerer as your teacher.

Next was the more mundane part of your occupation. In order to repay your master's kindness you, in turn, would become his servant. Every morning you'd wake up at the crack of dawn. Your own needs placed second as you went to prepare an extravagant breakfast your overlord that better as hell be prefect less you be forced to clean it off the floor while being berated for incompetence. Which of course you deserved.

That finished, your master gone off to do whatever it was he did during the day, you'd quickly eat your own less substantial meal and then go off to complete all the other chores expected of you. Simple tasks ranging from sweeping and dusting every room in the castle to more dangerous activities like cleaning out the deathtraps or acting as the test subject for an experiment or two should the need arise.

Finally--and this was the most important rule of the three--you had to be absolutely sure you never did anything that might incur you employer's terrible wrath. No matter what the order you always obeyed him. You cleaned what you were told to clean. You studied what you were told to study. You listened when you were told to listen. Most of all though, you never… ever… EVER… destroyed any of the magical knickknacks or other trinkets that were kept around the lair. A mistake that only of the most idiotic and foolhardy of apprentices were ever said to do.

Unfortunately for one unlucky young man named Gregor Hillsdale, fledgling apprentice to the infamously vengeful dark sorcerer Cosmortis, he just so happened to be one of those foolhardy idiots apparently.

Or at least that's the conclusion he came to while standing there, stock still and face white as a sheet, watching as an opaque milky substance seeped out from between the shards of a broken pile of glass. Remains of a large spell ingredient bottle which just mere moments ago had been whole and hale before he accidentally sent it to its doom.

What made the whole matter worse too was that up until that very moment Gregor had been having one of the best days in his entire life. Which in retrospect, should have been the first warning sign to the disaster that would eventually befall him.

Like always he had left bed bright and early that morning. Ready as ever to do his “apprentice-ly: duties. Getting right down to work as soon as he had dressed in his robes Gregor went about his chores with incredible vigor. The lair unusually quiet that day thanks to the absence of his master. Cosmortis having gone on one of his mysterious bimonthly sabbaticals.

Cleaning like a madman the apprentice toiled away without pause. Every task written upon the ridiculously long checklist that had been left for him completed one after the other as the hours seemed to fly by at an accelerated pace. Working so fast in fact that by the time noon came around Gregor only had one final chore before he was done for the day. A simple dusting of Cosmortis' spell chamber. Something he'd done hundreds of times since being hired by the surly older man.

Again, Gregor should have known something would go wrong. With him, when things went well, it usually meant he was about to mess up big time.

Momentarily forgetting this however, Gregor dutifully went about his final task. Entering the dark and foreboding chamber, it's eerie purple flamed candles casting shadows everywhere, he began to wipe down the multitude of shelves and cabinets lining the walls. His time within the room relatively pleasant save for the event that inevitably sealed his fate.

Perched precariously atop a small stool as he cleaned out the cabinet where they kept the rarest and most expensive of the spell components Gregor's concentration was suddenly broken when an ominous creak sounded from just beneath his feet. A small, barely there squeak that served as the only warning before one of the stool's legs snapping in half he found himself sent careening down to the cobblestone floor.

It wasn't just him though that took that terrible tumble that afternoon. Arms flailing as he plummeted Gregor accidentally knocked over one of the many bottles sitting upon the shelf. Both it and him continuing downwards from there and landing with a pained grunt and the shrill, ear piercing crash of breaking glass respectfully.

So that, everyone, is why we find Gregor where he was at that very moment. Bottom bruised like a mishandled piece of fruit and his prospects for living to an ripe old age in serious jeopardy. All thanks to the rapidly forming puddle of fluid that now sat at his feet.

This, without a doubt had to be the worst thing he'd ever done since becoming Cosmortis' apprentice. Doubly worse than when he put in the wrong ingredient in a potion and caused that explosion. Quadruply worse than that time he had been tricked into letting that party of wandering heroes into the lair!! Octuply worse than last week when Cosmortis discovered all those dirty scrolls he'd been keeping under his bed for his special alone time!! By the Dark One had that been an awkward conversation.

No… this mistake would be the absolute end of him! Destroying one of Cosmortis personal belongings had to be the highest of offences. A crime so grave that the sorcerer would no doubt demand his head on a platter over. Either figuratively or quite possibly very literally if the rumors Gregor heard from the demon soldiers at the castle concerning his predecessors were true.

Speaking of said soldiers. Hearing one of their hissing growls from just outside the room Gregor at last snapped out of his stunned stupor and sprang into panicked action. Dread and horror which had previously kept him immobile now forcing him down onto his knees so he could frantically begin to clean up the mess he'd created.

Perhaps if he were quick enough Gregor could conceal the evidence of his folly and find a replacement for the bottle before anyone noticed. No one had seen him break it. No one knew of his stupidity! All he would have to do was sneak off to the castle's supply room or if he didn't find anything there search the woods for some more of… of… OH!

Going still Gregor suddenly realized that he didn't even know what it was he'd just spilt all over the floor. Knowing his master it was probably something quite unusual. Something hard to get. Whimpering with that thought Gregor searched through the shards he had collected until he found one barring a half wet label written in fancy handwriting.

“Orc essence?" Gregor read. Brows knitting he gave his head a scratch, unfamiliar with such an ingredient. “What in the Dark One's name is that?"

Seeing that he'd have to discover exactly what it was he needed before doing anything Gregor hurriedly finished cleaning up the broken bottle and left the room. If there were anyplace he'd find an answer to the question vexing him, it'd be in the castle's library.

Reaching his destination within minutes he quickly entered the dusty book filled room and secured the doors behind him. The dull thud of them closing echoing throughout the library as he went over to the nearest bookshelf and gingerly slid his fingertips along the spines. Searching and searching until he found a book titled “A Magical Index" which he pulled from the shelf and opened up with bated breath.

“Alright… let's see… let's see… orc essence." Gregor mumbled as he opened the tome and flipped through the pages. “Ah, here it is! Orc Essence; A rare substance used in the most powerful magical spells. Can only be obtained directly from a healthy male member of the orcan race. Please note that it is collected by--"

Slamming the book shut before he could finishing reading Gregor let loose a long, drawn out groan. Where in the world was he going to find an orc all the way out in the northern woods!? They tended to only live in the southern lands. Actually… thinking of his life up until then he had only ever seen an orc once. Back during his original journey to apply for the position of Cosmortis' apprentice.

A frown appearing as he recalled that memory Gregor couldn't help but cringe. Stopping at a roadside inn for the night he, along with many other unfortunate patrons, had gone through the displeasure of dealing with a drunken greenskin at the establishment's tavern. A big, frightening brute of a man who spent the entire evening loudly bragging about a hunting trip he'd gone on with his brethren from something called the Skullcracker Clan.

“Wait… Skullcracker!?' Gregor exclaimed suddenly. “Didn't Master Cosmortis say something about a “Skullcracker clan" once?"

Going with his hunch Gregor exchanged his current book for another. This one dealing with the various sights that could be found within the forest his home laid. Sure enough, on the very last page there was an entry about a group of orcs called the Skullcracker clan. Apparently they had settled down at the base of the Stonehall mountains. Just about a day and a half walk away from where Gregor was right now.

An idea forming within his worried mind Gregor made himself a dangerous decision that late afternoon. If it was “Orc Essence" he needed then he'd just have to travel to the nearby mountain range, meet with these Skullcracker orcs, and get himself some. By any means possible!

Placing both of the books he'd taken back on the shelf he quickly exited the library and returned to his own small room. If Gregor were going to do this he'd obviously have to make proper preparations. A change of clothes, some food and water, a dagger to defend himself, and lastly, the components for that guiding spell Cosmortis had taught him. Not that he'd been able to make it work properly yet. He was only an apprentice after all.

Either way, this journey probably wasn't going to be a very pleasant one. There was quite a lot of wilderness between the castle and the mountains. But really, what choice did Gregor have but to go? It was either risk the journey or stay home and face Cosmortis' wrath when he discovered what he'd done.

He just hoped that in the process of this haphazard plan he didn't end up eaten by the very creatures he was about to visit. Though if given the choice… perhaps ending up as an appetizer at some orcish feast would be a kinder fate then whatever twisted punishment he'd receive from his master if he failed in this ill thought out quest.

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Sunset was only a few hours away by the time Gregor managed to reach the foothills of the Stonehall mountains that following day. It's soft, golden glow painting the sky a wide array of beautiful colors that he barely noticed as he stumbled out of the underbrush. Hand huffily flicked as he dismissed the guiding spell he'd been using to lead his way.

As he had prophesied the long trek through the chilly northern forest hadn't been at all enjoyable. His inexperience at practical application of his magic causing the guiding spell he had conjured up to lead him astray too many times to count.

Then there was the night he'd been forced to spent in the woods itself. A dark, frightening period where he sat there huddled in a blanket, completely on edge thanks to a wide variety of scary noises and glowing eyes he could see and hear just beyond the light of his small campfire.

Still, Gregor supposed he had made it through the worse of it. With the mountain now looming in the distance he'd soon have that new bottle of “Orc Essence" and be on his way home to the lair. At least he would if he survived coming into contact with the Skullcracker orc clan. Something which weighed heavily on his mind as he resumed his forwards trudge through the forest. Unruly greenery eventually parting just enough to reveal a surprisingly well made dirt pathway which he cautiously traveled down.

However, after mere moments of discovering this rural road Gregor had to stop once more. Shock and terror hitting him as he stared ahead, eyes wide as saucers, and took in one of the most horrific sights he'd seen in quite some time. Which considering the line of work he had chosen to pursue was saying something.

Line up on both sides of the trail were a series of tall wooden pikes. Each of them crowned with either the half rotted heads or sun bleached skulls of elves, goblins, beastmen, dwarves, demons, and much to his continued horror, several unlucky humans just like him. An obvious warning to any trespassers who happened to come across them.

Fearfully approaching one of these morbid markers after recovering Gregor poked at it with his finger. It bobbing up and down atop it's gruesome perch as he cringed. Based from the severity of this “display" it seemed that all of the stories he'd heard about orcs were unfortunately true. An entire species made up of nothing but primitive, violent savages. Temperaments more comparable to that of wild animals than civilized peoples.

Oh, how Gregor was loath to think of what he'd come across when he finally found their den. They all probably lived together in some kind of filthy sty. A hellhole cluttered with the bones and viscera of those poor unfortunate souls who had been caught intruding upon their lands. A group Gregor sadly realized he was now very much a part of.

As much as it scared him though Gregor also knew he couldn't turn back now. Not after having traveled so far. Not after having gone to such great lengths to conceal his crime. No, he had to keep going! If only because the punishment he'd have to face otherwise was leagues more frightening than the prospect of being ripped apart by a gang of crazed barbarians.

That in mind he continued onwards. An expression of stubborn determination firmly in place as he went down the dark, winding forest trail he had found. It's path eventually exiting the forest's edge and onto the top of a large hill which overlooked a vast stony area at the base of the mountains.

It was as he gazed downwards from atop this verdant mount that Gregor finally saw a sign of the place he'd been searching for all day. Resting a short distance away, nestled between the high cliffs of what appeared to be the entrance to a gorge was a large fortified wall. A haphazard patchwork of metal plates and debarked logs barring an emblem consisting of a cracked human skull being split in twain by a double sided, blood covered axe.

But what he saw underneath this morbid mural was what truly caught Gregor's attention. Acting as sentries before a great wooden gate was a pair of large spear carrying men wearing matching leather armor uniforms. Their green complexions and tusked lips telling that yes; these were two of the orc clan he'd traveled so far to find.

Finding a hiding spot behind a nearby bolder Gregor silently surveyed the duo from afar for a moment. Head just barely poking out as he tried to discern if these orcish guards were dangerous. For one, he noticed, they certainly were large. Both in height and in body. Thick cords of muscle adorning their exposed arms so impressive that Gregor wholly believed they could fell a fully grown tree with one mighty swing of their meaty fists.

The integrity of fauna wasn't the only thing that passed through Gregor's mind though as he stared at the pair. Swallowing thickly he found himself beginning to wonder what it might feel like to touch such mighty musculature. Palms sliding up over the groves and crests of their biceps. Over their broad chests. Trailing further and further down until he eventually came to a stop below their taunt stomachs. Hands then lovingly cupping the protruding bulges that seemed to be straining the front of their tight leather breeches.

But as quickly as this lust induced daydream formed Gregor was just as fast to snuff it back out. Sense returning to him with an almost audible snap. Head violently shook to dismiss the hundreds of dirty images running rampant through his mind.

'By the shadows what is wrong with you Gregor Hillsdale!' He said harshly to himself. 'You can't go around lusting after some primitives! And even if you could, there's no chance they'd ever humor your lecherous intentions.'

Frowning as he thought of that Gregor recalled how that, in their world, it was rare to find those who enjoyed male company and he dare never try and seek them out. The one time he had it had led to him being exiled from his childhood village by a mob of self-righteous townspeople. Well that and his affinity for dark magic. Either way it was a grave humiliation that he vowed to get revenge for.

That was part of the reason he had gone and become Cosmortis apprentice. What better way to get even then return one day a powerful sorcerer and burn the entire village to the ground! An evil and insane idea some might say. But hey, he was a dark sorcerer's pupil after all. Evil deeds were his bread and butter.

Spurred on at recalling his life goal Gregor quickly gathered what courage he possessed and left his hiding spot. What little distance remaining between him and the two orcs quickly closed as he approached them. Head held low and shoulders slumped in an attempt to appear a none aggressive as possible. Maybe he could trick these dullards into believing he was some hapless traveler instead of a scheming intruder after something.

“Hail gentlemen!" He called out in what he hoped was a friendly enough manner. “So sorry to disturb you on this fine day but I was wondering if I could acquire some--"

Woken from his nap leaning against the side of the gate the guard closest to Gregor snorted awake and in a flash spun towards him. One side of his mouth curling up into a mean looking snarl as he raised his spear. Ready to skewer whoever dared to invade his people's home.

This fierce response though almost instantly shifted in pure befuddlement when instead of some armed interloper he discovered a slightly chubby human with dark red hair. The boy cowering like a frightened mouse as he stood there a few feet away.

“Now what do we got ourselves here?" Relaxing his stance the orc scratched at his stubbly chin with the sharp point of his weapon. “Some fat little human babe?

'Fat little human babe!?' Gregor thought, instantaneously incensed at the perceived slight. Sure, he might have been a little doughy but to call him fat!? How dare this half-witted lummox say such a thing!

Unaware of the offence his erroneous comment had caused the Stubble Chinned orc called over to his fellow guard. “Oi, brother!" He rumbled with a slap to said man's arm. “Look it what we got ourselves here! A human babe's come to visit!"

Having been busy picking his nose, the second of the two orcs casually flicked whatever he found away and lazily peered over at them. “That or it's gone and done got itself lost." He suggested, the thick ponytail hanging from the top of his head swaying wildly as he strolled over. “That what happen little one? You go and lose your mum?"

Not appreciating the condescending nature of the brutes standing before him Gregor momentarily lost his temper, glaring up at them haughtily. “I am not a child you great twats!" He snapped, cheeks puffing up with righteous indignation. “And I resent being referred to as such!"

This bravado on his part though was fast to flee once the orcs responded to his irate uttering. Standing up straight the duo quickly towered over him. Their angry glowers just as intense as his before easily surpassing it.

Instantly realizing the mistake he had made as they closed in on him Gregor shrunk back. Even thought he was clearly their better, what with him being a magic user and all, he still had to remember these were orcs he was dealing with. One wrong move on his part and it would be his head decorating a pike along the road.

Luckily for him though, Gregor had just the trick to deal with beasts like these. A small spell he had taught himself during his first week of apprenticeship that had helped him out quite a number of times whenever he accidentally made one of Cosmortis' other minions angry.

Wiggling his fingers behind his back he recited the rhyming couplet which made up the incantation. Invisible strands of his miniscule magical power traveling swiftly through the air and over to the two orcs bearing down on him. Their eyes taking on a soft orange glow for a moment that one he, as the castor, could see.

“What I meant to say is you're mistaken my lieges." Gregor corrected once he had finished. Cowed look upon his features just to appeared more submissive. “I assure you both that I am a fully grown man."

At this amendment the guard's faces became blank for a few seconds. The ire they once showed dulling as the magic seemingly took effect. With that gone however, they were quick to return to their previous teasing tone. Condescending laughter bubbling from them as Gregor's cheeks took on a pinkish hue. A flushed response that did not for a moment go unnoticed.

“I still say ya look more the part of a boy than man to me." To prove his point the Stubble Chinned orc gently took Gregor's chin between his thumb and forefinger. Gently turning his head from left to right, examining it. “Don't even got any peach fuzz growing on ya yet!"

Annoyed by this continued mockery Gregor did his best to repress the murderous intent coursing through his veins. How dare these stupid creatures make fun of him! Had they no idea who he worked for!? “I am nineteen summers old sirs!" He informed the duo tetchily. “No kindly release me!"

“Oh! Nineteen summers!?" The Stubble Chinned guard exclaimed in an exaggerated way. Chucking the human's beardless chin with a finger he squatted down to Gregor's level. “Alright, let's say we believe ya. That brings us to our next question. What ya doing here in our territory boy?"

Coming up being his partner the Ponytailed orc grunted in agreement. “Yeah, what's your business here!?" He gruffly added. “Not every day we get your kind around here."

“There was this one bastard a few months back however." Smirking the older guard stood up straight and walked behind Gregor. Essentially blocking off his only path of escape. “Little shit just had to pick a fight with us so we went and cracked his fool head open for fun."

Suddenly turning serious the Ponytailed guard frowned, eyes hardening. “Is that why you're here boy?" He questioned. “You some trespasser looking to start something with us too?"

Gregor felt his knees start to give way under the weight of the unspoken threat now hanging in the air. “N-N-No!" He was fast to assure. “I just came here to get something… no-no, buy something from your fine people! An item I need very dearly."

“Which would be?" Both of the orcs asked as they slowly moved in to invade Gregor's space.

Sidestepping before he was trapped Gregor hurriedly backed away until his retreat was stopped by the metal surface of the gate's threshold. These greenskins were starting to get a little too close for his comfort. It almost felt as if they were sizing him up like predators stalking their prey.

“I'm in need of something called “Orc Essence"!" Gregor rapidly replied. “You know, if you have any?"

With this revelation the orcs suddenly stood up straight. The larger of the two's tusked jaw coming to hang open while the Ponytailed guard's cheeks inflated before he burst out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“Y-You want our essence?" The cackling man managed to eventually wheeze out. “As in our essence, essence!?"

Puzzled by all the chortling at his expense Gregor nodded slowly in confirmation. Perhaps these two brutes really were dullards. “Yeeeeees?" He drawled. “Again, if you have any just lying around."

Recovered from his shock the Stubble Chinned guard joined in on his friend's snickering. “Oh, we got some. Loads of it. But are ya sure you really want to get it?" He asked. “Ain't exactly easy to get ya'know. Whole process is real hard and long."

“Sir, I don't care how hard or long it is! I will endure all that is thrust upon me!" Gregor proudly declared. When even more giggling came he huffed, apparently he wasn't being clear enough.

Hands clasping together he gave his biggest puppy dog eyes. Lips trembling in a display of pleading worthy of an award. “Please kind sirs… I don't care if I even have to get down onto my knees and beg for you!" He said sadly. “Please show me where I can get some orc essence! Or allow me to enter your home so that I might find someone who will!"

Not responding after the close of this impassioned speech the orcs instead huddled close together. A long, drawn out silent conversation held between them made up of a series of none verbal cues, several smirks, a few rolls of the eyes, and oddly enough the occasional delayed look over at Gregor.

Then, just as suddenly as it had all began this secretive exchanged ended. The Stubble Chinned guard giving his companion a firm nod before he headed over to the gate and pushed it open. “Alright boy, we'll let ya inside." He announced. “But if ya want that essence you gotta ask our boss for it. Brother, go and see if Chief Xerek will see our little friend here."

“What!?" Smirk dropping the Ponytailed orc scowled at his partner. Yet another staring contest taking place between them until he growled and back off. “Fine I'll go." He grumped, turning away to stomp through the gate. “Damned bastard thinks he can boss me around all the time just because he's my big…"

Irate muttering trailing off as he vanished through the village's gate Gregor shook his head, amazed by the childish nature of the fearsome orc's rant. Bewilderment that instantly vanished the very moment he turned his back to the other guard and found him staring right back with a gaze so searching that Gregor had to quickly look away again. Afraid he might see through his deceptions.

Amused at this shyness of his new charge the Stubble Chinned guard opened the gate even further. Revealing more of what laid behind it. “How's about we get a drink while we wait for him to get back?" He suggested. “Don't know about you, but I'm thirsty as fuck right now."

“Um… yeah I suppose I am a little thirsty." Gregor quietly agreed.

Another huge grin spread across the guard's face. “Good to know boy." He rumbled playfully. “Good. To. Know."

With no choice but to follow as the other man wordlessly took off Gregor nervously shuffled after him. High archway of the gate passing over head as they departed the natural scenery outside of the gates and walked into an area Gregor did not expect to see so far into the northern lands.

Contrary to the primitive settlement he'd been expecting to find when he imagined the orc's home Gregor was left awestruck as he set foot into a relatively advanced looking village. Its buildings and sights similar to that of the accursed town he had wasted the first sixteen years of his short life in.

Careful not to lose his guide as they moved, Gregor marveled at each landmark they passed. Besides clusters of well-built family homes there also appeared to be a fully functional smithy complete with attached stable. A bustling marketplace where vendors sold their wares. Even an old rustic inn that doubled as the town's tavern if the crudely made sign hanging above it was any indication.

But it was as he was sightseeing that Gregor also began to notice something else about the village. Something… disturbing. To his increasing dismay his presence seemed to be garnering quite a lot of attention from the locals. Female orcs in the marketplace ceased in their shopping. Children stopped to point and stare. The elderly stopped their gossiping to narrow his their eyes at him. Every single villager silently watching from afar with thinly veiled suspicion.

Unsettling at their gawking was, it was the way the male orcs amongst their numbers stared at him that made Gregor feel uncomfortable the most. Unlike their counterparts these large, intimidating brutes seemed to study him with a level of predacious interest that far surpassed that of the two he'd met at the village's entrance.

Exiting his smithy the Blacksmith regarded Gregor with a thoughtful look. Dark, bushy beard attached to his soot covered face stroked carefully before he ducked back inside and returned with a pair of equally dirty looking orcs in tow.

Passing a cart next an middle-aged farmer unloading oversized vegetables from it paused in his work to look him over. Tattered straw hat resting on his head adjusted with one hand as he motioned over to a younger orc with the other. This second greenskin, considerably younger that his companion, shyly pretending not to stare at the human in their midst.

Finally, strolling past a large open yard with training dummies and other combat equipment Gregor saw a rowdy collection of loincloth clad orcs. muscular, dirt covered bodies glistening with sweat under the low sunlight of dusk as they shifted attention away from their sparring to intently gaze over at him. One of them in particular, a towering thug covered in scars, grinning almost evilly as he struck his open palm with the heavy club he carried in his other hand.

Quickly becoming paranoid by all this staring Gregor started to wonder if he hadn't just walked into some sort of trap. Now that he thought about it, getting into the village had been almost a little too easy. Even with his spell there should have been some resistance from the guards. A moments hesitance. A twitching eye as they tried to resist his magic. Something.

Maybe this “drink" the Stubble Chinned orc was taking him too was just a ruse. A way to make him let down his guard before that club wielding brute or someone just as bad came up behind him and caved in his skull. By the Dark One's grace that had to be it! He was being lured to his doom and there was nothing he could do about it!

Even more panicked as he thought over this outcome Gregor peered back over his shoulder to the still open gate they'd just gone through. It was a long shot but maybe if he was fast he could sprint out of the village and hide somewhere in the forest before his captor's knew what had happened.

Before he could though Gregor was unexpectedly sent reeling backwards as he bumped into and bounced right off of his brawny guardian's gigantic body. The impact of this collision sending his much smaller frame staggering backwards, arms failing as he tripped over his own feet and began to fall.

Fortunately before he could land in the dirt the falling man was miraculously saved when the Stubble Chinned guard grabbed the front of his shirt. A small chuckle coming out of him as he pulled him back onto his feet as if he weighed nothing at all.

“Careful there boy." He warned after righting him. “Wouldn't want ya getting hurt before Xerek gets a chance to see ya now."

'What about afterwards you dumb beast?' Gregor wondered, miffed that he had been called a boy again. Aloud though he played the part of thankful dullard. “No I suppose we wouldn't." He said, feigning appreciation with a forced smile. “Thank you for saving me."

Eyebrow ascending a little the orc hummed thoughtfully at Gregor's strained response. Expression just contemplative enough to give the impression he had seen through the act of clumsy deceit. Then to Gregor's great relief he shrugged his shoulders dismissively. An easy going look replacing his previous one.

“Don't worry about it." The orc said, turning towards the tavern's swinging doors. “Now leg it! I wasn't lying when I said I need a drink. Been craving one all day."

More than happy to get off of the street and out of sight Gregor chased after his orcish minder as they went inside. The slight cool of the pre-sunset air outside giving way to the comfortably warm stuffiness of indoors, and surprisingly an enchanting scent.

Nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply Gregor began to salivate as his senses were assaulted by an irresistibly delicious aroma. One so powerful that even from across the homey, chair and table filled room that was the bar, made his stomach grumble loudly in hunger.

“Smells good don't it?" The Stubble Chinned guard said, hearing these gastric rumblings. “Yup our Innkeeper's got to be the best damn cook around. Probably why he's so damn fat now that I think about it."

As if he had been summoned by the mere mention of his skill the Innkeeper chose that very moment to make his presence known. Emerging from a doorless archway behind the bar top backside first, he entered the room carrying two heavy looking kegs on each of his broad shoulders.

Like many of the other Skullcracker villagers this new man was also quite large and intimidating. Though instead of massive muscles he owed his immense size to an overall chubbiness. The great breadth of his rounded belly concealed under a food stained apron which in turn covered his only other bit of clothing. An oversized swatch of tattered cloth that had been improvised into a short kilt.

Heavy load set down so he could take a moment to catch his breath the Innkeeper idly looked over his showroom and gasped when he saw the Stubble Chinned guard standing there. The slight crookedness of his teeth made all the more noticeable as he smiled thanks to the bright reddish color of the long, three pronged braided beard and matching mustache upon his cheerful face.

“Good day to you my friend! Welcome to my inn!" He greeted as he beckoned them over. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on guard duty until tomorrow morning?"

Grumbling the Stubble Chinned guard shot the other orc an annoyed look. “Yeah..." He confirmed. “But then this little one came along so I abandoned my post to show him around."

Confused, the Innkeeper frowned. “Little one?"

Following the guards hand when he pointed down the heavyset man gasped silently. “Well I'll be!" Bending over the counter he rested his chin on the ball of his palm. Vision slowly traveling over Gregor's body. “A cute little human child!"

Frowning himself when he heard that accursed word again Gregor cursed under his breath. Why was it these orcs thought he was a child? True he wasn't tall, but he wasn't that short!

A chuckle escaping when he saw the sour expression on the human's face the Stubble Chinned guard grinned knowingly. “I'm afraid you're mistaken my fat friend." He told the Innkeeper matter-of-factly. “This here is no child! He's a fully grown man! Say's so himself?"

Forming a silent “oh!" with his lips the Innkeeper had the dignity to give Gregor an apologetic look. “I'm sorry for insulting you then my handsome new friend." He said. “Here! Allow me to show you by giving you some free ale."

“Sounds like a plan to me." Spurred into motion by the mention of alcohol the Stubble Chinned plopped himself down on one of the stools at the bar. “I'll have myself one free mug too."

“For him the ale's free." The Innkeeper cut in, hands coming to rest on his hips in what some would call a sassy manner. “As for a lazy one like you, that will be two copper."

“Fine, fine I'll pay ya." Two coins removed from a pouch at his hip the guard bad-temperedly tossed them onto the counter. “Don't go giving the human too much though. He's gotta stay sober since he's gonna be seeing the Chief later."

Money exchanged the Innkeeper pulled out a pair of wooden mugs and filled them from a cast behind the bar. “Off to see Xerek huh?" He questioned. “Well I'll say that's brave of you. You must want something pretty badly to face that man."

Taking a seat himself Gregor spared the friendly innkeeper one of his rare, sincere smiles. Unlike the two he'd been forced to contend with so far this orc seemed better mannered.

“Um, well I have little choice in the matter." He said responding to the Innkeeper's statement. “I'm in dire need of some “Orc Essence" and I've been told that apparently he's the only one who can get me some."

There was a momentary pause from the bearded orc at this reveal. Both mugs he was pouring overflowing onto his hands before he recovered and let go of the tap. “Looking for some essence huh?" He said, placing the two drinks before his patrons. “Do you know where it comes from?"

“No, but I'm set on obtaining at least of one full bottle of it regardless." Gregor answered while picking up his mug. “Oh, and thanks for this sir."

Unsure if he'd be able to keep down the concoction he'd been given Gregor sipped cautiously at first. Ready to spit it out if it was bad. To his astonishment however what he tasted was not some feted brine but something quite satisfying. A sweet mix of berries and alcohol that he eagerly swallowed down with a noticeable gulp.

Finished with his own drink after taking one long swig the Stubble Chinned guard shared a look with the Innkeeper as he refilled it for him. Their eyes twinkling with some unknown knowledge that puzzled Gregor as he observed them. Was it truly hard to believe his reason for being there?

Seeking an answer he decided to remain quiet and observe the duo as they began to chat. Maybe by listening to them he'd finally understand their strange ways. But to his annoyance the only things they seemed to concerned with were the goings-on within their village. Topics ranging from some local spinster complaining about noisy children to the training of the warriors by their people's champion.

'Perhaps I was being a little bit too tough on these orcs.' Gregor reasoned after having listened to all this.

Despite some of their ruder members the orcs of the Skullcracker Clan didn't see all that different from “normal" people. Certainly nothing like those vicious monsters they spoke of in all of those tales told around the fireplace. With luck maybe their leader, this Xerek, would be similarly tempered. Or at least malleable enough to be charmed by his magic if need be.

Reminded of his urgent quest Gregor finished off the last of his ale and readied himself to ask just how much longer they'd be waiting. But as he did the batwing doors of the tavern suddenly burst open. The Ponytailed orc sluggishly wandering into the bar and over to them after passing through them.

“Took you long enough dummy." The Stubble Chinned guard remarked before letting out a loud belch. “Almost thought you got lost, which I wouldn't mind but…"

Hand whipping out the like a flash the Ponytailed guard slapped his partner on the back of the head. “Don't act like you wouldn't miss me idiot." He huffed with no heat. “Besides you know how the boss is. Xerek's a right mean bastard when you interrupt one of his special dinners."

Wincing dramatically Stubble Chinned orc gave a nod. “Oh yeah, can't forget what happened to Ulfek can we?" Turning to Gregor he quickly explained. “Xerek had him disemboweled for walking in when he busy eating his lunch last week."

“D-D-DISEMBOWELED!!" Gregor repeated, voice going high with fright. “S-Surely you're jesting."

Crossing his arms over his chest the Ponytailed guard smirked. “Sorry to say we ain't." He curtly said. “Don't worry yourself sick though. Xerek actually said he wanted to see you after I explained why you're here."

“He does?" Gregor asked warily.

“Yup. Seemed pretty excited about meeting you too." The Ponytailed guard confirmed. “Said to bring you over to his place for an audience as soon as possible."

“Well… *gulp* I-I guess I better not keep him waiting then." Slipping off his seat Gregor nodded his thanks to the collection of orcs around him. Not that he truly meant it. “I'm very grateful for all your help gentlemen. Just tell me where your leader is located and I'll take my leave."

“Sorry but you ain't going anywhere by yourself boy." Second mug finished the Stubble Chinned guard stood and gave Gregor a hard pat on the back. Almost toppling him over in the process. “You're an outsider so we as gotta keep an eye on you."

“Yeah. Can't have you going somewhere you're not allowed." His fellow guard agreed. “Xerek would have our heads over it."

Ignoring the small thrill that had gone through him at the Stubble Chinned guard's touch Gregor chuckled nervously at the pair. Now that the meeting between Xerek and him had been arranged he had hoped to be free of these jeering jackanapes.

“But surely you'd rather stay here and have another drink than escort me around?" He said, trying to distract them. “I mean… I'd hate to take up any more of your precious time."

“Nonsense my little friend!" Hefting his kegs back onto his shoulders the Innkeeper went around the bar to join them. “I won't be serving anymore ale here for the rest of the night. Got to get going and deliver these heavy things."

“Even if he was, we wouldn't abandon you now anyway!" The Ponytailed guard stated with a dainty flutter of his eyelashes. “We're friend now after all."

The Stubble Chinned orc solemnly agreed. “Yeah, plus gotta make sure ya get that essence ya want." He said. “You did say ya needed it real badly, right?"

Unable to find an argument against their words Gregor dredged up another fake smile. “Yes. I suppose. I did. Say. That. Didn't I?" He ground out through gritted teeth. “Thank you. Sooo much. For helping me."

Pleased by this lackluster and discernibly forced response the three orcs happily led Gregor out of the tavern and into the village once again, heading down the street at a brisk pace. Coming to a fork in the path after a few moments the Innkeeper suddenly took his leave from their group. A quick wave and smile given as he merrily bid them farewell and headed off in the opposite direction.

Though tempted to wave back Gregor settled on giving him a nod of acknowledging. He wouldn't want any of these orcs thinking he liked them after all. Still, unlike the two he was now left with the Innkeeper had at lease been pleasant enough company. Someone Gregor might even consider speaking to again if were to ever come back to this particular village. Not that he would ever do so. Not after that strange reception he had received.

Actually… now that he looked around Gregor saw that the atmosphere within the orcish town had changed considerably since last he'd been outside. Mind off of his annoyance he suddenly realized that most of the curious crowd which had been ogling him were suddenly gone. Those few who did remain ignoring him entirely as they raced off to their homes before the sun had fully set.

There was something else strange about this dusk departure though. Besides the guards he was now sandwiched between and a few elderly villagers there wasn't a single other male orc to be seen. No Blacksmith or his assistants. No Farmer or his bashful son. Heck, he didn't even see any of the twenty or so warriors that had been wrestling in the dust and dirt. A truly puzzling occurrence considering they had all been everywhere earlier.

As unusual as this disappearance felt to Gregor though, eventually he decided not to dwell upon it anymore and instead focused on his upcoming audience with the orc's leader. Going by the way they had spoken of him this Xerek was either someone they greatly respected or someone so unreasonable that they dared never make him angry.

Well, whatever his personality Gregor concluded that he'd be able to handle meeting the other man. After having been exposed to Cosmortis' ever swinging moods over the last three and a half years he had become somewhat of an expert at dealing with temperamental people. The temper of this Chief Xerek, whoever he was, probably didn't come close to that of his master's. But if by some chance it did… well Gregor still had certain spell under his sleeve he could use, didn't he?

Confident smirk quickly hidden as he mused over just how easy he'd manipulate the orcan leader Gregor drew himself out of his scheming and looked ahead. A bulky stone and mortar building at the very center of the building appearing as they rounded a corner. A veritable fortress that felt almost out of place when compared to the other structures surrounding it.

“Here ya go boy!" The Stubble Chinned orc announced as they neared the building. Stopping he flourished over to it. “This here is our town hall, Skullcracker Hold. Xerek should be right inside waiting for ya."

Tilting his head back to fully take in the enormous edifice Gregor released a hard breath. A small bolt of worry running through him as he thought about going in. “Anything I should know before I enter." He asked. “I wouldn't' want to… you know offend anyone."

“Just don't go staring at his bad eye." Giving the human a gentle push the Ponytailed orc snickered. “Last time someone did I think Xerek went and ripped them in half."

Brows knitting together the Stubble Chinned guard frowned. “No, he went and burned him at the stake remember?"

“No, no, no that was the guy before that." The other orc quickly corrected. “Last time it was ripped in half. I'm sure of it!"

“And I'm telling ya it was burned at the stake!" The older guard argued back. “We had a barbeque afterwards and everything!"

Growing annoyed as the two kept bickering about who was right Gregor rolled his eyes. 'I'm beginning to think these two are a few ingredients away from a proper potion." He said to himself.

Whatever the reason for their behavior he eventually came to the conclusion he didn't have time nor the patience to deal with them. There were more important matters to attend to. The most important of which being his meeting with Xerek and the acquisition of the precious replacement bottle of orc essence.

Leaving the two behind, Gregor walked up to the large double doors leading into the orcan stronghold and went to push them open. But before he could his unwanted companions suddenly rushed ahead. Both going to one side of the entryway so that they could politely push it open for him, heads bowed and arms outstretched to gesture inside.

“Um… thank you?" Gregor said, suspicious of this sudden act of kindness. But soldiering on none the less he hesitantly passed the two grinning men and entered the mysterious building beyond.

Stepping inside the apprentice was hit by what felt like an overwhelming miasma of dread and doom. The innards of Skullcracker Hold more of a prison than a town hall. The flickering firelight from the torches on the walls casting dark shadows on a gruesome collection of metal chains and rusty cages which hung from the high domed ceiling.

There was one oddity within the grungy stone chamber that looked out of place. Placed at the very back of the room atop a raised stage was a rounded table. It's top barring a complete table setting with fancy foods, fine wine, and two long stemmed candles that had been all been placed atop a stark white tablecloth.

And at this odd dinner there say a pair of orcs. Both of them vastly different from any of the other villager's Gregor had witnessed up until that point. The first of this duo was a week looking, elderly orc. Ancient and hunched he wore a long black robe decorated with golden accents. The only part of him visible being he lower section of his face where a dour scowl sat above a scraggly beard that went all the way down to the his feet.

His companion, however was the complete opposite of him. Seated atop what could only be classified as a throne was what had to be the fiercest, most intimidating orc in all of creation. Muscular and tall he was clad in heavy metal armor and leather. The dull gray of the steel upon him starkly contrasting the ebony fur of a bears head which served as a pauldron. The rest of the once fearsome beast having been made into a matching cape and bearskin kilt that he had wrapped around his waist.

But it was his face which truly gave him his formidable aura. He was a handsome orc, at least in Gregor's eyes. Features mean and grizzled with a well-trimmed, graying goatee lining a strong jaw. His only imperfection being a deep, red scar that ran down from the thatch of black hair covering his scalp, over his half closed milky colored right eye, and over his tusked scowling lips.

This creature, without a doubt, had to be the Skullcracker clan chieftain Gregor had been hearing about. For only someone with such overwhelming machismo could control the gaggle of green skinned monsters outside the hold. His aura so strong that Gregor was left immobile as he dumbly gaped at the other man, questioning if it was smart to interrupt this private dinner party he had walked in on.

The choice however was taken out of Gregor's hands unexpectedly when the doors behind him suddenly slammed shut. The loud boom they made as they were sealed causing him to jump into the air with a yelp. Voice echoing throughout the room as the two orcs present turned to him. Xerek's hard, steely gaze landing on him with such weight that the younger man felt as if he'd been physically struck.

“Ah! You must be the human I have heard so much about." Xerek began. Voice so deep and commanding that it sent what felt like a ripple of energy through the air. “Come… approach me child. Sit down and join our meal for a bit."

Heart pounding in his ears as he suppressed the urge he felt to flee Gregor obediently shuffled over to the table without argument. Each cautious step he took tracked closely by the ancient orc Xerek had been dining with. The elderly man's eyes only barely visible under the edge of his hood.

Sitting down Gregor was quickly supplied with a goblet of wine by a servant he hadn't notice. Sweet smelling, red tinted liquid then paired with an overflowing plate of food that yet another greenskin placed in front of him. More acts of hospitality he had not at all expected from the fierce beings which surrounded him.

For a moment the fear of being lured into a trap returned with a vengeance. Had the food been poisoned? Or were the orcs simply trying to fatten him up? Not wishing to find out Gregor decided he'd resist the mouthwatering allure of the meal under his nose. Sizzling steak and well-seasoned potatoes stubbornly ignored as he sat there trying his hardest to not drool.

Seeing this resistance Xerek smirked, a hand going out to push the steaming plate of food closer to his new guest with a single finger. “Come now, I know you are hungry. I can see it on your face." He prodded. “Accept my kindness and fill yourself. Judging from that belly of yours you enjoy good food."

The comment about his weight ignored out of fear of offending his host Gregor looked back and forth between the orcish leader and the food. Resistance beginning to crumble more and more with each rotation. It had been quite some time since he'd had a meal this fine. Nearly four years he supposed. Sustenance at the castle only coming in the form of Cosmortis' table scraps coupled with a cup of stale water.

“A-Alright, I suppose I could eat something." He said, finally giving in to his hunger. “I mean… it'd be rude not to right?"

“Oh, it most certainly would." Xerek agreed, eyes twinkling with mirth as he peeked past his steepled fingers. “So eat."

Earning the permission he didn't know he needed Gregor picked up the took next to his plate and speared a cube of meat. It dipping with juice as he gingerly took a bite of it, unsure how edible the orc's offering was. But again he was surprised. A wide array of flavors dancing over his partial atrophied pallet so wondrous that he ended up letting out a soft moan in pleasure. The solitary signal before he eagerly went in for more. Hand moving like a blur as he shoveled as much as he could into his greedy mouth.

Closely watching as the human dug into his meal Xerek nodded approvingly, dark green eyes going over to the elderly orc at the table before he returned them to Gregor. “I take it you are enjoying the meal then?" When a distracted nod came he chuckled.

“Then have as much as you like.“ The orc chief commanded. “But as you do, let us speak of your reasons for seeing me. I was told you are seeking something from us. Correct?"

Swallowing the large mouthful of pork he'd been chewing on Gregor smiled, sheepishly. “Yes sir, that's right!" He confirmed. “I was hoping to acquire some Orc Essence. If that's at all possible."

Leaning back in his seat to regard the other man Xerek's eyebrows rose to his hairline. “Orc Essence you say?" He repeated as if amazed by the very notion. “By why? The only humans I have ever known who seek such a substance are wizards and sorcerers of the like."

“Um… well. That's exactly why I need some." Clearing his plate Gregor twisted in his seat to fully face the older man. Head hanging low again as he played out his humble act. “You see I'm… I'm actually a sorcerer myself! A very powerful and reclusive one!"

“You are!" Xerek exclaimed, eyes now going comically wide with surprise. “Please then, oh great sorcerer, tell me your name so that I might address you properly."

For a moment Gregor wondered how he should take the orc's overly dramatic responses. From the sound in his voice he could be mocking him or honestly impressed by his presence. In the end he choose believe the more flattering of the two options. The apprentice now turned master sorcerer giving a haughty huff as he turned his nose up at the green skinned man.

“You may call me Cosmortis of the dark realm!" Gregor announced. Voice lowering to mimic his master's higher-than-thou cadence. “Yes… that's who I am."

Only half hearing a choked sound from somewhere else in the room Xerek made a display of placing his hand on his chest. A loud exaggerated gasp leaving him as he gaped at Gregor in utter shock. “You are the infamous Lord Cosmortis?" He asked breathlessly. “But, he has been around for centuries and you seem so young!"

Gregor did his best not to flinch at that probing question. Of course his master would be famous and of course people would know of his age. “I… I, um… used magic to shave off a few years!" He hastily explained away. “But-I-used-a-little-too-much-so-that's-why-I-look-so-young?"

“Of course!!" The Xerek cried out, open palm slapping against his forehead. “Please forgive my impudence lord Cosmortis! I should have known someone as powerful as yourself could perform such an remarkable miracle!"

“That's okay. I… I um, forgive you." Gregor replied, face heating out of a hint of shame. Dark One help him if master Cosmortis ever found out he had taken his name. “But let's forget about that alright? I'd much rather talk about getting that spell component I want."

Xerek nodded. “As you command oh mighty one." He said with a bow of his head. “I am more than happy to give you as much as you want. But… there is one matter we have to discuss before I hand anything over."

Oh, that was not a good sign. “What sort of matter?" Gregor asked.

“Why compensation of course!" Xerek lips curled upwards in a weak facsimile. A fierce expression that was more parts scary than reassuring. “Nothing in this cruel, unhappy world of ours is free. Not even for a high and mighty sorcerer like you “Cosmortis"."

'And let me guess; You're planning on charging me a fortune for it too.' Gregory angrily thought while glaring at the grinning orc. 'Well too bad for your “chiefy man". I have a way to make you give me what I want!'

Calling upon the same magics from before Gregor wiggled his fingers under the table. The same mollification spell he had used on the village guards now aimed at their leader. Just like before, a soft glow came from Xerek's one undamaged eye. Spell slowly taking hold as Gregor hummed knowingly, completely sure of his victory.

“AAAActually, I was hoping you'd just give me some." He said with an arrogant tilt of his head, a single eyebrow raised as he smirked. “You know, since I'm gifting you with my glorious presence and all."

For a few precious moments Xerek seemed to be swayed by the charm cast upon him. Rough face going emotionless. His impressive form slumping back in his seat as his eyes went distant. But then, suddenly, everything changed. Eyes hardening the large man growled low in his throat. The grip he held on the armrests of his throne causing them to splinter and crack.

“Now why would I ever do that?' Xerek asked in a cold, almost malicious voice. “Because you tried to entrance me with one of your pathetic spells little boy? Is that it?"

In that instant Gregor's felt his heart leapt up into his throat. Confident smirk slipping away as he processed what was happening. “Sp-sp-spell!?" He stammered, visibly shaking. “I-I didn't c-c-cast any sp-spell on y-you!!"

Rage taking hold as he was lied to Xerek shot up from his seat in a flash. Posture aggressive and combative as the heavy throne he's been seated on slid back several feet and fell over. “Like fuck you did not you sniveling little worm!" He accused with a shout. “And how dare you even try! Such a weak spell has no hope of ever working on me!"

Sinking down in his chair Gregor closed his eyes in fright. “I-It doesn't?"

“No it most certainly does not." Taking Gregor by his shirt Xerek lifted him clear into the air. Their faces ending only mere inches apart as he continued to growl at him. “Now, allow me to ask you one more time; Who… are… you?" He demanded. “I know you lied about that too because there is no way in hell you are Cosmortis!"

When his captive failed to respond right away Xerek huffed in disgust and dropped him. Gregor landing in a heap on the floor before he was roughly forced onto his back by the iron capped tip of a heavy boot and held down in place as it then landed on his chest with near crushing force.

“You best not dally with answering me boy!" The enraged orc warned direly. “Wag that deceitful tongue of yours less you prefer I cut it free from your lying mouth!"

Shell-shocked and racked with pain Gregor whimpered under the literal heel of his attacker. “F-Forgive me Chief Xerek." He said, feigning subservience. “I should have known better than to try and deceive someone as mighty and handsome as--"

“--ENOUGH WITH YOUR FLATTERY!" Xerek roared with such volume that the very stones of the building seemed to shudder from the shockwave. “YOU WILL SPEAK THE TRUTH TO ME OR DIE!"

Ears ringing Gregor cried out in terror. “Alright! Alright! I'm Gregor Hillsdale!" He desperately confessed. “A-And I'm not really a sorcerer! I'm just a mere apprentice! A stupid, stupid apprentice who broke one of his master's belongings and has to replace it before he finds out!"

Truth finally revealed Xerek mercifully removed his foot and stepped back. “I figured you for an apprentice." He huffed out. “Only an inexperienced magic used would ever try to use magic on an Orc."

“W-What do you mean by that?" Hesitantly sitting up Gregor flinched, eyes downcast so he wouldn't have to look the man above him in the eye.

“Centuries ago all members of my race were given immunity to such paltry trickery." Arms folded over his armored chest Xerek smirked down smugly at Gregor. “But enough of that. Tell me… were you being truthful when you claimed you were seeking orc essence? Or was that some ruse to steal something else?"

“N-No sir… that was the truth." Hands coming together in his lap Gregor dared to look up at the gigantic man looming over him. “I really did spill my master's supply of orc essence and I dearly need to replace it.

Reaching down Xerek grabbed a fistful of Gregor's messy hair and forced him to look at him. “Just how dearly?" He questioned calmly. “Tell me what lengths you are willing to sink to in order to save your worthless hide."

“I'll do anything!" Gregor reconfirmed, eyes starting to water. Though he was embarrassed to admit it, this time his pleading was genuine. The fear that he might be killed overtaking his previous attitude of superiority. “I'll pay whatever price! I'll do whatever you tell me to do. Just please… please let me have some of your essence!"

An unimpressed look on his face Xerek released the human's reddish brown hair. Mood grim and quiet as he turned to his elderly clan mate who had silently been watching their exchange. For a moment the two locked eyes, the older giving a quick nod before the orc chieftain returned his attention to Gregor.

“Seems you are quite lucky today human. I have decided to give you your bottle of essence." Xerek announced. Spinning around, cape smacking Gregor in the face as he did, he strode across the room and over to a collection of chests which had been placed at the far corner. “But in order to obtain it you must first take part in one of my people's sacred rituals."

“Ritual?" Gregor repeated, voice apprehensive as he kneeled there on the floor. The book he had read back at the lair hadn't said anything about having to take part in some orcish ritual. Then again, maybe he should have finished reading it.

Opening the largest of the chests Xerek began rummaging through its contents. “Yes, the Extraction Ritual to be precise." He explained. “It is considered one of my clan's most sacred rites. A ceremony where we farm our essence to use in our daily lives. It's a very versatile substance you see. Makes vegetables grow bigger, makes meat taste better when used for cooking."

Stilling for a moment the orc chief peered back over his shoulder to Gregor. The expression the younger man wore causing him to frown himself. “But we are not monsters here young Hillsdale." Xerek added. “If you do not wish to participate you may return to your master. Empty handed of course."

Still sore from being dropped Gregory achingly rose up from the floor. Both options just presented to him considered over very carefully. After everything that had just happened, returning home with his tail between his legs sounded appealing. No more having to deal with these orcs he had so stupidly offended with his manipulation.

On the other hand, leaving now meant no bottle of “Orc Essence". Without that he'd have to face Cosmortis and reveal the mishap he had caused. A scenario that even now, as he stood there bruised from Xerek's rough treatment, scared the ever loving daylights out of him.

“I'll to do?" Gregor eventually decided. Thought really, what choice did he really have? “Just tell me what you want me to do."

“Seems you do have some sense in that fool head of yours after all boy." Xerek commented with an amused snort. “Now, listen carefully to what I am about to tell you. I will not repeat myself. Am I clear?"

Discovering what he'd been searching for within the chest Xerek quickly pulled out a flowing white piece of clothing. A fine silken robe which he tossed over to Gregor who only just managed catch it before it fell to the black stone floor.

“First you are to go to the village's public baths and cleanse yourself." The orc instructed without any room for argument. “Scrub and wash every inch of your body. Every patch of skin…" There was an almost dirty chuckle. “…Every single nook, cranny, and crevice."

Going over to his throne as Gregor blushed furiously at that lewd sounding request the large man placed it back into position and sat upon it. “Once you are done, dress in that robe and only that robe." He continued. “Then you will be brought to the Extraction Ritual site. No resistance. No complaints. No hope of leaving until the ceremony has been completed.

Left both shocked and a little confused by the series of odd--and obscene--instructions given to him Gregor sighed, unsteadily. “U-Understood sir." He acquiesced. “Just show me where the baths are and I'll go get myself ready."

“But of course my dear boy." Xerek said, very pleased by the total submission of the other man. Cupping his hand up to the side of his mouth the orcan leader let loose a mighty shout. “GUARDS!?"

Twisting around when the hold's doors suddenly opened Gregor watched as the Ponytailed and Stubble Chinned orcs raced into the room and over to their boss. Both saluting as they came to a skidding stop a few feet away. “Yes Chief Xerek!" They said in unison.

“Escort this human to the baths for me and guard him while he makes use of them." Xerek ordered with a dismissive wave. “Afterwards, bring him directly to the Extraction Ritual. He is to be the “Catalyst" for the ceremony tonight."

Twin grins on their gruff faces the two guards gave their chief another salute and then enacted his orders. Each taking one of Gregor's arms they gently lifted him off of the ground and spun around, heading back towards the exit with an excited, quickened stride.

Confused as to what Xerek had meant by “Catalyst" Gregor tried to ask the nobleman to explain himself. Yet no answer ever came. The two carrying him like a sack of potatoes moving so fast that they were on the other side of the room and out of the building before he could even utter a single word.

The very last Gregor saw of the insides of Skullcracker Hold after that moment being Xerek's sinister smile as the elderly orc approached him from the side. The ancient's oddly piercing eyes peering inquisitively back at him before the doors slammed shut and Gregor was ushered away for his pre-ritual preparations.

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There was a bitter chill in the air as Gregor was lead through the dark streets of Skullcracker village later that night. His whole body shivering from not only the cool against his still moist, post-bathing skin but also from the fear he felt in not knowing what was about to happen to him or where his two orcish guardians were taking him.

Gregor's time after his meeting with Xerek at Skullcracker Hold had been rather uneventful. Obeying the intimidating man's orders the guards had speedily whisked him away to a surprisingly well built bathhouse on the other side of town. The half-awake keeper there handing him a towel and a bar of soap before Gregor was forced into the open air baths and told to bathe. Any arguments he presented ignored as the men keeping watch over him left to stand outside the room, waiting for him to finish.

Afterwards, once he had dried himself off and slipped into the lavish robe he'd been given, Gregor had once again ended up trapped between the pair. Their utter silence between them as they exited the bathhouse and traveled through the abandoned village even more unsettling then being stared at earlier that afternoon.

Though he was loath to admit it Gregor actually began to miss the pair's constant teasing. Their newfound quietness leaving him with little else to do by worry over his fate. A state of mind that he quickly decided needed to end. If only because he needed some sort of distraction in this harrowing hour.

“Um… could either of you tell me where we're going?" He spoke, trying to start any form of conversation. “You know f-for old times' sake?"

At his question the awkward silence finally broke. “Old time's sake?" The Ponytailed guard parroted back incredulously. “You mean like back at the gate when you tried to use your magic on us?"

Flinching Gregor mentally slapped himself. Of course the guards knew of his magical highjinks. Xerek had been able to sense his power being cast over him so why not them too? Guess he should have been paying more attention during that lesson explaining magic resistant species.

“S-Sorry." Gregor mumbled after a moment, face downcast. After everything that had happened he didn't much feel like acting superior to anyone anymore. “I thought using magic was the only way you'd let me into the village."

The Stubble Chinned barked out a laugh, causing Gregor to jump. “Don't go and worry your magicy ass about it boy. We didn't mind." He informed. “Had fun playing dumb for ya, and ya did get us outta guard duty."

“Best part of the whole deal!" The younger orc butted in. “Now we can go to the ritual like everyone else and see you extract some essence!"

“Well um… that's good I guess." Gregor mumbled. Their chat essentially ending after that all too brief and completely unhelpful exchange.

Reaching that same fork in the road where the Innkeeper had parted from them, Gregor was taken down the same path he had taken. Moonlight illuminating their way as they crept past multiple pitch black buildings until they came out into a closed off area behind the village. The only things around save for some roughage being the steep rocky cliffs of the wide gorge surrounding the orc's domain and a dead end.

Or at least that's how it seemed at first. Continuing on despite the blockade the orc guards surprised Gregor when they rounded a hidden corner. The darkness of the night giving way to a quarry of sorts filled with the flickering firelight of dozens of burning torches lined up before the mouth of a large cave. The entrance guarded by a quartet of towering armor clad orc statues. Their arms crossed and faces pointed downwards as if observing all who approached.

“Amazing!" Gregor exclaimed, dumbstruck. If not brought there himself he would have never believed there was something this grand hidden in the mountains. “Is this where the ritual is held?"

The Stubble Chinned guard grunted. “In the summer months yeah, but this time of year we hold them in warmer location." He said. “One time we did do it out here half of us froze our asses off."

A puzzled frown appearing Gregor looked over at the orc. “How on earth did that happen?" Surely that had to have had a fire going.

“You'll figure it once you see the ceremony." The Ponytailed guard snickered.

Only more confused by that odd answer Gregor pouted childishly as they walked under the enormous effigies and entered the cave beyond. Looking around as they did Gregor marveled even more at the lifelike etchings he could see lining the walls. Depictions of orcs locked in combat with monstrous enemies or celebrating their victories. A colorful mosaic that eventually ended at a pair of large metal doors.

“Well, here we are again boy." The Stubble Chinned announced, partially mimicking what he had said at the hold. “Just like last time Xerek's waiting for ya. Just open them doors and head in."

“You're not going in with me?" Gregor asked after giving the doors a worried look. “But I thought you said you wanted to go to the ritual."

“And here I thought you didn't like us." The younger of the orcs teased. “But to answer your question; we'll be going in alright. Just after we do something."

Pointing to the right the older guard drew attention to an open archway at their side. “Yeah, we gotta go get dressed for the ritual first." Then placing a hand at Gregor's back he pushed him closer to the double doors. “Now stop dragging your ass and git. Ya don't want Xerek getting mad at ya again now, do you?"

Rubbing his chest where a bruise had been forming before he used a bit of healing magic Gregor nodded. “No I most certainly don't." He agreed.

After sharing a smirking look between them the two orcs silently took their leave. Muscled forms vanishing through the side exit as Gregor was left to stand there all alone. Breath short and nerves slowly unraveling as he faced the heavy iron doors, contemplating if he should open them or not.

This was his chance to run away, he told himself. No one was watching him now. No one would see him sneak off. But he wouldn't get that bottle of essence if he did now would he? Going through with this “Extraction Ritual" was the only way he'd ever get that damned spell ingredient like it or not.

Gregor had to be brave. Had to stay strong and play the part of a “Catalyst" for his orcan captors. Whatever that might bring. So with that in mind he padded over to the closed doors. Hands going out to press against the richly engraved surface and push them open to reveal something he never expected to find all the way in the back of some musty old cave.

Light pouring out into the corridor as the doors creaked open Gregor staggered backwards. Overwhelmed by the smells of rich food, loud laughter, and brightness that hit him at full force. It's intensity blinding him for several moments before he recovered and gaped dumbly into what he had unknowingly uncovered.

Past the doors there was a literal treasure chamber. A colorful cavern of marbled yellow and white stone and polished floors covered by piles of gold, silver, and countless other valuables. Outrageous opulence that glittered prettily under the light of thousands of candles placed within carved out alcoves in the walls.

Between these lucent fixtures there was several low tables laden with exquisite food and drink. Plump roasted pig, pheasant, and deer. Countless bottles of wine and kegs of ale. Large delicious sweet rolls and cakes. A veritable feast where a great number of rowdy male orcs ate their fill atop a sea of cushions and pillows. Their boisterous talking and playful roughhousing filling the chamber with a deafening rumble that only seemed to grow louder and louder.

But it was as he stared at the attendees of this mysterious feast that Gregor observed something quite outrageous about them. To his shock all of the orcs present had stripped down to nearly nothing at all. The dress code of this celebration apparently dictating that the must all wear snug fitting loincloths that left very little to the imagination. Some of them so very, very tight that one could clearly make out the outlines of thick orcan cock under the thin black fabric.

“By the Dark Lord…" Gregor murmured, face going beat red as he simultaneously stared and tried not to stare at all the half-naked men. “How can they sit around like that!?"

“We sit around like that because, unlike your kind, we orcs do not share your inadequate sense of modesty." A deep, familiar voice said. “At least not when it is just us males around."

Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the spectacle of bare flesh Gregor turned as still fully dressed Xerek approached him from the side. Stopping a short distance away the older man chuckled. Vision dipping down and then back up as he visually examined his body with an appreciative gaze.

“That ceremonial robe suits you." He commented. “I hope you followed my instructions and refrained from wearing anything under it. Otherwise we would have to remove any extra clothing right here in front of everyone."

Subconsciously clutching the front of his clothes as if fearful they would be ripped away Gregor forced an uneasy smile. “Don't worry sir. There's nothing underneath." He confirmed waspishly. “Though I don't understand why that's so important."

“Oh, it is important boy." Stepping closer Xerek placed a firm hand on Gregor's lower back, gently urging him to move. “For reasons that will soon become clear. Now hurry, we have a ceremony to begin."

The spike of worry that went through him with those words hesitantly ignored Gregor bit at his bottom lip and allowed himself be guided through the bawdy throng of greenskins. Vision traveling around the room as they made their way to some unknown location.

Unsurprisingly, there were many familiar faces amongst the partygoers. The orcs from the smithy. The old farmer and his son. The warriors who had been sparing together in the training yard. All of them, along with many, many others who paused in their gorging to watch him with that same interest from before. It just as disquieting as before if not more so considering their state of dress.

There was one orc though that he didn't mind seeing as much as the others. Seated on a pile of pillows between the two kegs he'd been carrying was the Innkeeper. The large, red bearded man, just as underdressed as his brethren and giving Gregor that same friendly smile while casually waving an oversized leg of lamb at him in greeting.

'So this is was where he was going.' Gregor thought as he quietly waved back.

Ignoring his young charge's timid greeting to the hefty orc Xerek suddenly stopped before a small platform at the very back of the cavern. A raised structure, circular on shape which had been erected under the watchful gaze of another mighty orc statue. This one completely naked and holding a downwards facing swords with a large gemstone attached to its hilt.

Stepping to the side so that Gregor could see the altar Xerek flourished over to it. “Get on top of that podium and stay there until told otherwise." He told him. “We will begin as soon as you are in place."

Not one to upset the other man any further than he already had Gregor wordlessly complied. Bare feet touching down onto the cold stone of the altar as he clumsily climbed up onto it. Everyone around him suddenly going dead quiet as he spun to face them, sweat starting to run down his face from all of the attention.

Facing his people himself Xerek held his hands up in a welcoming gesture for a moment before he began to address the assembly. “My beloved brothers!" He called out in a great booming voice. “Tonight is the night of our sacred Extraction Ritual! A time we revel in the vast riches of our village! A time to strengthen the bonds we have forged together as members of the Skullcracker Clan! The mightiest of all orc clans in all of Raisteria and beyond!!!"

There was a roar of agreement from the crowd with that declaration. “SKULLCRACKER!!! SKULLCRACKER!!!" All of the orc's chanted. Fists pumping in the air as they hollered, cheered, and whistled so loudly that the very stone surrounding them seemed to shudder and shake.

“Xerek's a real showman isn't he?" A soft wizened voice came from behind Gregor. “I don't think I've seen a leader inspire his underlings so efficiently."

Drawn away from Xerek's speech Gregor peered over his shoulder to see the orc Elder he'd seen at Skullcracker Hold step out from behind the room's colossal statue. A small chuckle and toothy smile coming from the old man as he lifted himself onto the dais to regard him quietly.

Unsure if he should really be speaking, but not wanting to upset the other man, Gregor lowered his own voice and whispered back to him. “I… I, ah suppose he is." He replied. “I'm not surprised though. Chief Xerek seems like the kind of man everyone respects. Whether they want to or not."

The Elder nodded. “You're very observant." He said. “Even I, someone who has known him since he was but a whelp, cannot help but admire him. More than admire really."

Making a bewildered face as the ancient gazed over at Xerek, eyes going soft, Gregor began to wonder just what sort of relationship the two had. An inkling that there was something more. But before he could fully ponder such a thing Xerek suddenly resumed his speech, his deep voice pushing aside any other thoughts the apprentice might have had.

“But enough of that my brothers! Tonight is not a night for boring speeches!" Xerek continued with a grim chuckle. “No, it is a time for feasting and partaking in life's greatest pleasure! So let us commence with the Extraction Ritual! Bring forth the kegs of kindling wine!

Stepping out from the riled up mob the Innkeeper merrily strode up to the stage. Each of the kegs he had brought with him proudly perched atop his massive arms. “Here you are Chief Xerek! Two full to bursting barrels of my special mix! Ready to enjoy." He proclaimed. “Been having a hell of a time keeping this lot from cracking them open early."

Xerek gave their fellow villagers a found look. “They are merely excited is all." He laughed. “But maybe you should hurry? We would not want to waste away the entire night now."

“But of course my chief." The Innkeeper said with an overly serious bow.

Pursing his lips the heavyset man let loose a shrill whistle that made many present wince in pain. Instantly a pair of young giggling orcs answered this call. An oversized tub carried between them as they raced over to the altar which they happily placed down in front of everyone.

That done the Innkeeper lowered his own burden and pulled off the lid of one of the barrels. “I think this is my best batch yet!" He remarked as his helpers lifted the now open keg and began pouring its contents into the once empty tub.

Confused as to what was going on as he observed this Gregor inhaled deeply. The rich, appetizing sent of fresh berries and something else he couldn't identify tickling his nose, making him suddenly thirsty and strangely… aroused a little.

Xerek seemingly sensing this chuckled lowly. Amusement that only grew stronger when Gregor, hearing him, did his best to avoid his gaze. Cheeks beginning to tint as the older man climbed up onto the platform to stand next to him. Quickly invading his space.

“Smells good does it not?" The orc more stated than asked. “Well, lucky for you, as the “Catalyst" you are the first who will taste the wine tonight. It will make what is to come all the easier for you."

Reminded why he was in the cavern in the first place Gregor willed himself to look up at the orc. The question that had been burning on his lips finally asked. “Just what is a “Catalyst" Chief Xerek?" He questioned. “I've heard the term from my master before, but I'm not certain what it means."

“It means you will be the spark which ignites this ritual." The elder orc provided, seemingly annoyed now for some reason. Pulling out a metal chalice from the sleeve of his robe he dipped it into the tub, carefully filling it. “Here, drink this so that we may move onto the next step.

Struggling to not spill the almost overflowing cup as it was handed to him Gregor stared into the translucent liquid. Wary of the idea of having to drink it despite its appetizing smell. “Do I really have to drink this?" He asked uneasily. “I mean, is it really that important?"

“Enough of your stalling boy!" A growl escaping from him Xerek snatched the chalice from out of the human's hands and held it up to his lips. Tipping it until Gregor gave into his aggression and began to drink. The warm, odiferous substance burning ever so slightly as he was forced to swallow.

It was only when the last of the liquor emptied from the cup that Gregor was allowed to breathe again. Xerek backing off as he tossed the cup to the side, sinister grin spreading across his face as he began to feel a strange heat spread through him.

“Good…" The orc rumbled. “Now time for you to play your part “Catalyst"."

“W-What am I supposed to do?" Gregor asked, breath coming out in heated puffs as a strange sensation began course through him.

Xerek snorted. “It is very simple human. You are to choose a partner and make him cum for you." He said, low and lecherously. “The same as every other catalyst before you since the founding of our village long ago."

“Oh, well that shouldn't be to--" With a jerk Gregor paused, eyes widening as he stood still for a full ten seconds before crying out, “YOU WANT ME TO WHAT!!?"

With his outburst all of the orcs in the room erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as a shocked Gregor gaped back at them. Rocked to his very core. “A-Are you telling me that Orc Essence is… is…" He stammered out awkwardly.

“Our seed!?" Xerek finished for him, through his own laughter. “By the green god of course not! Who would ever think such a disgusting thing!"

“Probably someone with a sick mind." The orc Elder said with a judgmental frown.

When Gregor's blush worsened out of embarrassment Xerek finally took pity on the poor man. A gentle pat to his back as he corrected his line of thought. “Orc Essence is made from portions of our vast life force." He explained. “Our sprits made tangible and potent by the ritual we are about to perform. Prefect for use in powerful magics amongst other things."

“But in order for it us to collect such a treasure..." The Elderly orc continued with a small chuckle. “…a magically inclined person such as yourself must “farm" it by helping an orc find his release."

Made quiet once again as he slowly absorbed all of what he'd just been told Gregor continued to gape at the crowd around him. Suddenly every interaction he had that day made sense. The way the guards had smirked at him. The shock on the Innkeeper's jolly face. Xerek's knowing looks and secretive smiles during their meeting. All of them knew what he'd have to do to obtain the “Orc Essence" he kept talking about and found amusement in his naivety.

Realizing how they'd all been laughing at him Gregor felt a bolt of white hot indignation run though him. How dare these primitive brutes mock him like that behind his back! If he were half the evil sorcerer's apprentice he claimed to be he should be putting a hellish curse on the whole lot of them that very moment for their impudence!

Yet… even as this vengeful notion entered his mind it was suddenly sidelined when another, much more powerful emotion crept into his thoughts. Rage and humiliation waning to nothing as a wave of arousal hit him.

Thinking back to that moment he had spied on the guards from behind that rock on the hill outside the village Gregor remembered just how badly he'd wanted them. To touch and feel their impressive bodies and experience something he'd been craving for so long. But his secret admiration of orcish attributes hadn't ended there. Not by a long shot.

The orcs he had seen on the streets, the Innkeeper with his hefty frame, even Xerek in all his frightening glory. Gregor suddenly realized that as he had scorned and insulted these creatures in his head there was also a part of him which had been lusting after them too. And now here he was, being ordered to pick one of them to pleasure. But the question was… could he actually give into his lusts and actually do such a perverse thing?

Turns out that in the end, hell yes he could! Not only because he still needed that trice damned spell component, but also because he couldn't pass up the chance to engage in any form of sexual activity after years and years of abstinence while toiling away as Cosmortis' humble apprentice.

Heat pouring down into his lower regions Gregor took a deep breath and spoke. “A-Alright I'll do it." He said, voice a little bashful.

With his timid response there was a roaring cheer from the crowd once again. Orcs shouting out their approval and stomping their feet so loud that Gregor's ears started ringing as a very pleased Xerek came up behind him and held him still, both hands giving the human's shoulders a squeeze as he presented him again to the crowd.

“Now that is what I wanted to hear!" Xerek said, mood now overflowing with cheer. “So tell us boy! Which orc will you choose!? Who will be the lucky one to help you ignite the flames of passion at our monthly orgy!?

“You do this every month!?" Gregor wondered.

Xerek shrugged. “Well, bi-monthly. The females of our clan will be the ones doing this next month." He explained. “Maybe later tonight we will break out the chest containing their toys if the moods right."

Cheeks going pink when he imagined what sort of “toys" would be sturdy and big enough for an orc Gregor quickly decided to turn his attentions to the task at hand and searched through the crowd. He'd have to be careful with his choosing, he quickly concluded. The lustful, hungry stares he got in return from the collection of horny orcs still slightly unnerving. Whomever he did pick had to be someone he felt safe being with. But who?

Then, upon seeing a flash of bright red hair and a cheerful smile Gregor instantly knew which orc he wanted. “Would it be alright if I pick the Innkeeper?" He asked pointing over to said man. “I mean… if he's not going to be busy serving the wine or anything."

A chorus of disappointed groans came from the crowd at Gregor's decision. The only outlier being the Innkeeper's pleasantly surprised gasp as he stared at him, goggled eyed. “M-ME!?" He spluttered, finger curling in to point at himself. “Are you sure about that handsome?"

“Um, yes?" Gregor said, eyes going over to Xerek with some uncertainty. “Again, if that's alright, that is."

“It's a perfectly fine choice." Xerek said appraisingly. “Our Innkeeper there has the highest amount of essence in the entire village. You should get plenty out of him."

Not sure he wanted to know how the orc chieftain knew that Gregor nodded absently in response. Mind almost entirely focused on the chubby orc he was about to become more intimate with. “So how do we… um, do this?" He questioned. “Is there a private room somewhere or are we supposed to go back to his inn and--"

Thumbs hooking into the sides of his loincloth suddenly the Innkeeper casually shucked the flimsy covering down his legs. This, rapidly hardening cock springing free to bob and wag wildly at Gregor who instantly paused in wide-eyed shock.

“I can't believe I got picked first for once!" The Innkeeper chattered giddily.

Picking up his discarded loincloth he tossed it over his shoulder, one green hand in the crowd eagerly going up to catch it before disappeared again. It's disappearance followed by a loud snorting inhale and even louder groan as whoever had caught it enjoyed themselves.

Grinning at this dirty sound the Innkeeper went over to one of the tables and dropped his ample bottom down onto it. Plates and silverware clattering loudly as he spread his legs open, pride proudly exposed for everyone to see.

Now understanding where they'd be having their fun Gregor flushed from head to toe. Having sex with someone in private was one thing but out in the open!? “Y-You mean we're doing it here? I-In front of everyone!?" He gaped. “But… I couldn't possibly… I mean… I've never… n-never."

“Ahh I see!" Xerek hummed, scratching his goatee. “Do not fear boy, this will not be the first time we have seen a pure unsullied virgin deflowered . We will not mock you for your inexperience."

Gregor bristled at the insinuation. “I am not a virgin!" He was quick to correct. “I've slept with plenty of men before!"

Xerek only seemed to become amused by this impassioned response. “The prove yourself." He said, eyebrow rose in challenge. “Show us all that you are not some delicate, virginal flower in need of a gentle touch."

“Alright I will!" Provoked by the older man's mockery Gregor stomped off of the altar and over to the seated Innkeeper. “I'll show you all and then some!"

Closing the distance between them Gregor got down onto his knees before the rotund orc. Mouth going dry as he came nose to leaking tip with the green tinted pillar of flesh he'd been tasked with servicing. A mighty intimidating chore that he didn't know if he was excited or terrified to attempt.

As with many of the orcs the Innkeeper was quite endowed. Cock long and veiny as it rose from a thatch of bright orange pubic hair. Its heft nestled atop a pair of weighty balls which hung heavily between a pair of massive thighs.

Contrary to all his blustering Gregor wasn't really that well acquainted in the particular activity being asked of him. The only other time he'd attempted it being a quick tryst with a traveling merchant while on the road to Cosmortis lair. A clumsy suckling behind a tree which had ended as quickly as it had begun when the man thought he heard someone coming and ran off.

Still, as unseasoned as he was, he couldn't chicken out now. Not after how he'd just acted. So, taking a deep breath Gregor braced his hands on the Innkeeper's knees and lowered his head. Nostrils flaring and mouth watering as he smelled the strong, heady musk that emanated up from the bearded orc's groin. It's scent actually appetizing to him as he went in for his prize.

Their audience growing restless around them Gregor took the moist head of his soon to be lover's cock into his mouth. A moan quickly suppressed as he first tasted its intense musky flavor. It so good that he was encouraged to slide even more of the bloated pillar past his lips and over his tongue. Jaw stretching and eyes watering as he did his best to swallow as much as he could.

For all his effort Gregor earned himself an instant response form the man above him. Pleased groan drifting out of him the Innkeeper brought this hand to the top of the human's scalp. Grip firm, yet somehow still gentle as he directed him with his movements. A slow, steady back and forth developing as Gregor began to gingerly suck upon him, an approving rumble from the crowd around them informing them that all present were enjoying the show.

For some time this pleasantness went on. Gregor's cheeks coloring a bright rosy hue as he listened to the wet slurping sounds he made while nursing on the orc's cock. Eyes rising upwards to look at the Innkeeper as he snuffled, nose pressed right up into the wild bush of hair at its base.

Peering back down, almost fatherly the Innkeeper grinned back. Never once breaking eye contact as he was handed a mug that he brought up to his tusked lips, drinking from it. Trickles of the same sweet brew Gregor had consumed running down his bearded chin, doughy chest, and bare belly.

Stopping when this wetness dripped onto him Gregor pulled away, the green cock that had been in his mouth slapping obscenely against his cheek. Curious as to why the orc would be drinking at a time like this. But before he could voice his question Xerek suddenly appeared. The chieftain giving him a knowing look as he ran a finger along the Innkeeper's belly, following the same trail the wine had taken moments ago.

“It is called kindling wine." Xerek explained while licking the digit clean in a very sensual manner. “Helps to keep us aroused so that we may enjoy the Extraction Ritual to its fullest."

“Of course that's not the only thing that makes us excited!" The Innkeeper added with a chuckle. “Getting an eyeful of a nice, soft body does the job too!"

Getting the hint the very moment it was uttered and realizing why he'd been told not to wear anything under his current state of dress Gregor opened his mouth to protest. Hurriedly informing everyone that there was no way in the Dark One's name he was going to be paraded around naked before a group of horny men.

However, when he tried he quickly found he had little choice in the matter. Standing up the Innkeeper grabbed the sleeves of his robe and tugged it up over his head fast. The light, airy fabric passing before Gregor's vision with a whoosh as he was devastated of his modesty in one quick action. Bare, slightly husky body exposed for every orc in the room to gawk and leer at.

Which is exactly what they all did too. Clapping his hands over his privates with an unmanly squeak Gregor whimpered and wined as catcalls and lewd comments rained down upon him. Jeering that grew even more persistent when his disrober took him under the arms and lifted him to his feet, a great cry of excitement ringing out as he rose.

Taking delight in the way Gregor's body started to turn pink for him the Innkeeper gave the boy a quick kiss on the cheek before spinning him around and bending him over the feasting table. Gregor's dimpled, freckled covered backside ending up fully exposed for every to see as he peered over his shoulder sheepishly.

This was not how he expected things to go! Sucking someone off in front of everyone had been difficult but being displayed like a piece of meat like this was just plain embarrassing! “Now you see here you great big git! I will not lay here and let you--AHHH! OH!? Ooooooh!! W-Wow!!!"

Unconcerned with Gregor's protests as he eyed the delectable half-moons within his sight the Innkeeper squatted down behind him. Both of his hands landing upon and then prying apart the speckled rounded cheeks so he could enthusiastically dive between them. Tongue coming out to prod and lap at the perfectly pink pucker they concealed.

All resistance leaving him as the orc's probing appendage explored his forbidden entrance Gregor cursed under his breath. Fingers wrapped around the sides of the table as he experienced something he'd never even considered before. To think, someone was daring to use their mouth down there! The sheer perversion of it all!

Though he was reluctant to say anything Gregor knew he had to stop this. “S-Stop it! That's f-filthy!" He halfheartedly mumbled. Bottom involuntarily wiggled as the orc's tongue continued to massage his tight anal ring. “Stop that immediately!"

“Oi, ya know what I think boy? I don't think ya want him to stop at all." A rough, gravelly voice sounded. “In fact, looks to me like you're loving every second of that. Ain't ya?"

A taunting laugh followed. “Yeah!" Someone else agreed. “So why don't you shut up and put that mouth of yours to better uses?"

Recognizing those mocking voices Gregor snapped out of his daze and glared over at the Stubble Chinned and Ponytailed orcs as they walked up to the table. Both of them giving him lustful looks as they approached.

As they'd said, the pair had changed out of their leather guard uniforms. Muscular green bodies now fully exposed with only their small loincloths covering their shame. Not that that was something to be ashamed of mind you. Far, far from it in fact.

Eyes drifting down to their prominent bulges Gregor was memorized by just how large they were. His desire to touch them returning again with full force, fingers flexing as he yearned to reach out. 'How can they even walk around with those in their breeches?' He wondered.

Seeing the desire in the younger man's eyes the Stubble Chinned guard reached down and pulled the black cloth of his loincloth to the side, barring himself. “Go on boy…" He said with a small growl. “I fucking know ya want to suck on in. Right?"

Trembling at the orc's husky words Gregor gave a desperate sounding, “By the Dark One yes!", body twisting to the side just enough so that he could take what was being offered down his hungry maw. Previous practice with the Innkeeper allowing him to go into this second blowjob with much more confidence and zeal.

“FUCK YEAH!" The Stubble Chinned Guard said with a loud laugh. “That's a good boy! Go on and nurse on it! Work for that cum!"

Slinging his arm around his fellow guard as he trusted into the human's willing mouth the Ponytailed orc pulled him close. Their bodies pressed up against each other as he went to pinch the other man's dark green nipple. Both of them watching as Gregor's mouth slid back and forth over the heated organ he was fellating while the Innkeeper kept eating him out from behind at a frenzied pace.

As the foursome continued on with no signs of stopping anytime soon the atmosphere within the treasure chamber began to change around them. The sight and sounds of their carnal activity making those observing them to buzz with their own barely restrained sexual energy. Its power growing ever stronger as they listened to all the grunting and dirty talk coming from the steamy encounter.

Sensing that now was the perfect time Xerek clapped his hands together. The impact echoing out through the room and drawing the attention of the excited crowd. “Alright brothers, enough of watching! It is time we enjoy ourselves as well!" He decreed. “Drink of the kindling wine! Remove your loincloths! And let us FUCK!"

Thundering cheers erupted from the crowd as soon as their chief finished. Orcs excitedly springing into action as the true celebration that night rapidly began. Ripping their loincloths off several of the men paired up, fervently kissing one another or dropping to their knees to fellate their brethren's aching cock or eat out their asses. Others, racing for the tub of kindling wine, gathered up the aromatic liquid in mugs or their cupped hands, hungrily slurping it up with fevered enthusiasm before they too joined the sexual fun.

Only half aware of what was occurring a few feet away Gregor continued to groan and groan as the Innkeeper kept sloppily devouring his backside. Each new utterance sending vibrations through the orcish meat he suckled upon. It's master becoming rougher as he gripped his ginger colored hair, pulsing rod rammed deeper down the boy's gullet.

Though he couldn't explain why as he was used, his ass explored by an overzealous orc and mouth full of cock, Gregor felt himself grow incredibly hot and excited. Arousal rising to here unknown heights as he felt himself start to slip into a sex induced haze. Maybe that wine he drank really did help stoke the fires of passion. If so then he wanted more! No, he needed more! Anything to keep feeling as good as he did at that moment!

“Oi, look brother! The boy's finally getting into it!" The Stubble Chinned guard commented with a grin. “Told ya he was a little slut!"

Nuzzling a stubbly cheek the Ponytailed guard hummed in agreement. “Don't be so damn crass ya idiot." He huffed good-naturedly. “But fuck yeah! He's loving this. But who wouldn't when you got our Innkeeper's face in your ass?"

“Your right! Fatso's eating him out like it's the best fucking meal in the world!" The other guard chuckled dirtily. “Tell us friend! Does the human's hole really taste that good!?"

Rising up from the furrow he'd been ravishing, beard covered in spittle as he smiled roguishly, the Innkeeper happily nodded his head. “By the Gods yes! It's delicious!" He exclaimed. “I really should be putting something bigger up this handsome boy's ass though. Especially since he was so nice to pick me."

“Yeah, let's get onto the real fun!" Tightening his grip in Gregor's hair the Stubble Chinned guard pulled the suckling mouth away from his meat. “Wadda ya think boy? You ready to get fucked?"

“Get what?" Gregor asked, half aware. Then, snapping back to reality he jerked. “OH! You mean… w-well I guess. It's just that… that I've never done it before but I really want--"

The Stubble Chinned orc frowned. “Though ya said you weren't a virgin."

“I'm not!" Gregor snapped, haughty nature rearing its head for a moment. “But all I've even done before is… well what I was doing to you. You know, sucking on it."

Eyes snapping to one another then to Gregor the orcs smirked almost evilly. “Then I'd be your first?" The Innkeeper asked. When a reluctant nod answered he tittered a little. “Alright then, we'll have to make sure you're good and opened then so I can fuck you just right. Brothers? Will you help me?"

“Damn right we will!" The two guards replied.

All three of the grown men giggling mischievously Gregor was suddenly flipped onto his back. The Ponytailed guard climbing up onto the table above his head, thighs framing the human's surprised face, while the other two orcs pushed his legs up against his chest. Fighting for space as lowered themselves and took turns working their fingers into Gregor's already worked over pucker while alternatively lapping and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Plenty of spit and lewd noises coming from both as they diligently went about their work.

Toes curling from all this stimulation to his pucker Gregor began to moan, but was suddenly silenced when the greenskin above his head shifted to squat over him. His whimpers muffled when he found the Ponytailed orc's sweaty, heavy balls draped over his face. A firm demand for him to suck and mouth the green wrinkled flesh given as the large man ground down onto his face.

Elsewhere the celebration its transformation into an all-out saturnalia. Some of them men in the room returning to the tables to continue eating from the feast while others joined together in duos, trios, quartets, octets, and various other numbered groupings. The entirety of the gold and silver filled room descending into a hedonistic orgy of debauchery and glutinous decadence.

Overseeing this filthy free-for-all Xerek folded his arms over his chest. One good eye sparkling with immense pride as he watched his people make merry and enjoy themselves. It was always pleasurable for him to see such a thing. His own cock starting to strain the weathered leather of his breeches as he yearned to join in.

Behind him, the orc Elder too nodded his approval. Though unlike the orc chieftain he had little interest at the moment of the goings-on within the room. Back turning to the spectacle as he went to leave.

A departure only seen by Xerek who sighed sadly after him. The desire he felt to chase after reluctantly ignored as he went over to the orc statue's base and pulled out a hidden tough. Extending it out all the way over the dais Gregor had stood on.

Speaking of the young apprentice, unaware of what Xerek was doing, he continued to sink down into the mire of lust and depravity he was already neck deep in. His only, moment of lucidity coming when the slick tongues lavishing his bottom with attention suddenly ceased with their infernal licking. An absence that immediately made Gregor whine out with disappointment, head lifting as the Ponytailed orc backed away.

“W-Why'd you stop!" He asked, swallowing thickly.

“Awe quit that fussing boy! We'll be putting something a hell of a lot bigger up that ass real soon." The Stubble Chinned guard assured. But then, looking over to his bearded cohort he snorted. “Well, I'll be doing that, can't say about the fatass here. His cock ain't really that big."

The Innkeeper mad an offended sound. “Odd, I seem to remember someone wailing like a stuff pig when I shoved it inside of him during the last ritual." He argued with little actual heat. “But how about we let our “Catalyst" here tell us if it's big enough when I use it to breed his cute little bottom."

Returning to his place between Gregor's outstretched legs, the rotund man prepared to enter his soon to be lover. Braided beard and mustache falling down to tickle the smaller being's chest as he bent down and reached between them, thick fingers wrapping around his hardened cock to place its precum covered head against a well prepared, spit drenched hole before he pushed into the tight virginal entrance with grinning perseverance.

Hissing in pain as he was spread open in all the right ways for the very first time, Gregor peered down over his body, eyes glassy as the Innkeeper's large belly pressed against him, squashing him just a little as the big man worked to settle between his legs.

This was it! Finally he had fully lost his virginity! Something that once he never thought would happen. There hadn't been that many opportunities given that he spent most of his time toiling under Cosmortis' strict tutelage. But here he was! The Innkeeper's cock a good several inches inside of him already. The feel of its last few inches sliding into him deeper giving him all sorts of wonderful feelings.

Feelings that increased tenfold when the Innkeeper began to move. With a grunt he slowly retreated then pushed forwards again. Harder this time. The action quickly copied. Over and over. All ten inches of his thick rod slipping deeper and deeper into him with each rotation. Waves of mind numbing pleasure hitting him every time he bottomed out.

Happily fucking his now very receptive partner after so much effort to fully sheath himself the Innkeeper kept a steady pace as he fucked the tightness wrapped around his orchood. Movements achingly slow as he worked to bring them to completion.

But this pace soon sped up when the Stubble Chinned orc's hand landed on his jiggling bare bottom. The sting of this impact along with the other man's growl in his ear spurring the hefty man into swifter motions. Wide hips soon swaying back and forth at an increased speed as he proceeded to ride the body under him with surprising gusto.

“He's tighter than my kilt is after a feast!" The Innkeeper half said, half snarled a good several minutes in. “I'm not sure how long I'm going to last!"

“Lightweight." The Stubble Chinned orc scoffed. Wetting a finger he brought it down between the Innkeeper's asscheeks and pushed it between them. “Let's see if this helps me get my turn sooner!"

Mind sent reeling when the Innkeeper delivered a series of particularly hard thrusts to his rapidly loosening hole Gregor struggled to keep himself from losing himself completely. A truly hard tasked as he was overwhelmed by the never-ending cascade of pleasure that wreaked havoc through him.

He just couldn't believe how damned good being fucked felt! The weight of the Innkeeper's body atop his. The way the man huffed and heaved with every forward slam. The glazed over, lust filled nature of his now flushed dark green face as he fought to stave off his completion. Maybe breaking that bottle back at the lair had been a good thing after all.

But as amazing as all of it felt the Innkeeper couldn't keep up his frenetic thrusting for very long. Letting out a strangled shout he suddenly came. Teeth clenched and eyes wild as he unloaded a steaming helping of his seed deep into Gregor's now red cheeked bottom.

But this was not all that emerged from the orc as he orgasmed. Eyes taking on a supernatural glow the Innkeeper exhaled softly. Lips parting to allow a blue ethereal wisp to leave him and fly through the air. Its destination turning out to be the great orc statue.

Reaching it, this energy was absorbed by the gem at the hilt of the sword it held. Viscous moisture forming on its facets which slid down the weapon's sharp edge, dripping off the point to land into a trough that was placed directly under it.

“W-What the hell was that!?" Gregor said, alarmed by what he'd seen.

Catching the Innkeeper as he staggered backwards, spent cock slipping from Gregor's well used hole, the Stubble Chinned orc rolled his eyes. “Orc essence!" He said as if it should be obvious. “It comes out when we squirt and gets collected by the statue over there."

Understanding dawning on him Gregor sat up, eyes narrowing as he tried to see how much the trough had filled. “But that doesn't look like very much." He said. “Maybe a few spoonfuls at best?"

“Yes, I am afraid it is going to take making more than one orc cum to fill it completely." Xerek said, the armored man approaching the foursome with his usual stoic grace. “But fortunate for you there are more than enough of my people here to help you in the task. Speaking of…"

Passing the drowsy man in his arms off to his chieftain the Stubble Chinned smirked, the look on his face hungry and predatory. “It's my turn now." He said sinisterly.

Lowering himself the floor the orc made himself comfortable on the pillows there. Posture reclined just enough so he could fully relax. Smirk growing he then spread his legs open welcomingly, his erection pointing towards the cave's ceiling, and motioned for Gregor to join him.

Some unknown urge hitting him Gregor heeded the guard's command. Sliding to the edge of the table he was on he stood, the sensation of cum leaking from his raw and gaping asshole making him shudder as he felt it. The knowledge of what it was and how it had gotten there making him feel almost whorish.

But this moment of self-loathing did not dissuade him in the least. Like Xerek just said; it would take more than one orc to get enough essence and he was more than happy to work for it! “H-How do you want me?" He asked. All this was still so very new to him. Though much like his magic lessons, he was very interested in learning.

“I like it that you're so damn eager boy." Grabbing the younger man's arm so that he could pull him down to the floor the Stubble Chinned orc roughly manhandled him into his preferred position. Gregor ended up on his hands and knees facing away, sullied backside mere inches away from the orc's hard and aching member.

“Now back up into me." Came the older man's command. “I wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock."

Nodding his compliance Gregor moved back, his companion's orchood sliding up and down his furrow a few times before the Stubble Chinned orc, growing impatient, helped guide its path. Flushed, blunt crown easing its way into the tight orifice all the way down to the base.

Shaking as he then began to move Gregor huffed out a hard breath. Ass rising and falling on the harden shaft impaling him slowly at first but after a few moments of adjustment faster. Body rocking fast and hard as he rode the other man. Bouncing happily and excitedly on his newest lover's lap with stunning determination.

“By the darkest shadows!" The apprentice came to wail. Cheeks bright red as he looked up to see other orcs watching him, hands fisting their cocks. “This is even better than last time!"

Arms behind his head the Stubble Chinned orc hummed smugly. “Told ya I'm better than the fatass!" He bragged. “Now hold on cause I wanna give ya a real good fucking!"

Sitting up the orc wrapped his arms around his younger friend, Gregor's back held flush against his hairy chest. Then, with his partner held tightly in place he took full control of their joining. Hips thrusting upwards he fucked him with such force that he grunted out with each jab he delivered. Gregor's own modest manhood leaking terribly as it flopped around in tune with all this erratic movement.

Going over and squatting down before the pair the Ponytailed orc reached out over Gregor and pinched his clan mate's nose between his fingers. “Not so hard brother!" He chided. “He's a human! You remember what father used to say about being gentler with your partners!"

“Fuck off!" The Stubble Chinned guard said, teeth snapped at the hand touching him. “I'm horny so I'll pound this ass as hard as I want! Just like I did yours this morning before we went on duty."

Hearing this exchange as he was bounced atop the orc's lap Gregor looked back and forth between the two. “Wait… y-you two really are brothers!?" He said scandalized. “A-A-And you have sex with each other! But you can't do that!! It's immoral!"

“Remember what I told you before human; we orcs do not share your race's morality." Drawn out of his shock Gregor glanced over to see Xerek being undressed by several other orcs. “Cousins, brothers, uncles, fathers, grandfathers! To us, sharing the same blood is no reason not to share one's body."

Chuckling the Ponytailed orc nodded. “Yup, and me and my big brother here do it all the fucking time" He said. “Here, let me prove it."

Without warning the Ponytailed guard pulled his brother into a sloppy kiss over the human's head. The pair continuing this for several long, sensual minutes until they parted and it was Gregor's turn. Thick green lips finding his and kissing him deeply, thick orcish tongue pushing into his surprised maw. Both it and the cock hammering up into his ass mimicking each other's movements perfectly as he was squeezed between the incestuous duo.

But this spontaneous bout of kissing did not linger. Parting from him the Ponytailed orc began heading downwards. Small kisses and languid licks tracing patterns down Gregor's sweaty body until the green man reached his penis which was hurriedly gobbled down to the root. The fleshy leaking rod then sucked on with tremendous might.

Crying out as he ended up on the receiving end of a blowjob, Gregor shuddered and squirmed. Head rolling back against the Stubble Chinned orc's chest as he vocally and repeatedly expressed just how much he liked what was happening.

It was at that moment too that many more moans and snarling growls rang out into the air. A number of the other orc villagers who were experiencing their own carnal fun climaxing all at once. Their spiritual quintessence leaving them in gossamer steams which condensed upon the orc statue's gemstone. Instantly transmuting into a tangible liquid that rapidly trickled down into the same container where the Innkeeper's own contribution laid.

Now fully naked and balls deep in said overweight orc's ass, Xerek rumbled approvingly while roughly fucking him. Pleased that the Extraction Ritual was going so well. Soon enough the trough would be filled to the brim. All it would need to be of proper use to his people was one final ingredient that only their magically imbued guest could provide.

But that little bit of information could be conveyed later. Right now, Xerek and his beloved people had a glorious orgy to enjoy. A celebration that would not come to a close or wane in the slightest until dawn came and the sun rose up from the horizon.

Whole being tingling with energy as his lower extremities were stimulated by the men having sex with him Gregor's voice rose in pitch, his own release rapidly approaching. Panicking as his balls began to boil over he quickly tried to pry the Ponytailed orc off his groin. Afraid he'd end up cumming in his mouth and somehow offending him.

“I'm about to… about to…" Gregor panted out in warning.

But as much as he tried the Ponytailed orc refused to budge. The suction he used as he fellated the boy increasing tenfold until he came with a high pitched wine. The human's slick, milky seed coating his tongue as he happily swallowed every drop. Savoring the unique flavor that could only come from one of his kind.

Going limp as soon as he came Gregor panted heavily. The cock impaling him giving a few more hard jabs before the Stubble Chinned guard joined his post-orgasm bliss. His ample release filling the younger man as a stream of ghostly energy flew from his mouth and merged with the billowing trail swirling around the room. It too eventually joining the rest of the essence in the trough.

Released after a few moments of heavy breathing Gregor clumsily pulled away from his orcish partner. The Stubble Chinned guard's shaft slipping out of him with a wet squish as he crawled away unsteadily. Head hung low and hairless chest expanding and contracting rapidly as he did his best to catch his breath.

But as he did this Gregor noticed something very unusual between his legs. An unexpected hardness that, upon looking down to check, both amazed and shocked him. “I'm not soft!?" He said, concern coloring his words. “B-But I just came!"

“That's just the kindling wine doing its work." The Stubble Chinned guard assured. Pointing down at his own crotch he showed off that he was also still quite erect. “Keeps ya good and hard for hours. Now come'mer! I wanna fuck you again."

Licking his chops clean the Ponytailed guard growled at his brother, the two engaging in one of their staring contests. “No, It's my turn now!" He snapped. “You already had a go!"

“Awe shut it! You got to eat his spunk, ain't that enough!" The other orc shot back. “Leave the fucking to a real man like me and back off!"

“Why don't both you idiots back off?!" A gruff reprimand came from above the three. “You each got yer turn so now it's time to let someone else play with this little piggy!"

Facing whoever it was talking to them Gregor blinked, head tilting back to fully take in Blacksmith orc he had seen standing in front of the smithy. Though given where they were and what they were all doing Gregor was getting a very different view of him now. The thick apron and heavy clothing he had once wore now gone to reveal the entirety of his nude body.

The Blacksmith was a thickset man in shape. Chest wide and stomach slightly bulging with a copious smattering of thick dark hair covering his entire torso. An abundance only rivaled by that of the forest covering his arms which were so large that they put to shame the size of everyone else's in the room. Something that he no doubt earned thanks to many years of hard work hammering away at the anvil.

“Hello." The Blacksmith curtly greeted. “Turn yourself around and stick yer ass up. Me and my boys are goin' to work on it for a bit."

Coming up behind the hairy man a pair of orcs hummed in agreement. Dirty faces only partly clean as they stared down at Gregor, their attitudes giving him the assumption that they would not take no for an answer. Not that he any longer wanted to deny them that is.

Mentally preparing himself for the next onslaught Gregor turned around and presented himself to the gruff looking man. As expected his offering was snatched up quite quickly. The bald orc getting down onto one knee, fingers digging into his hips to roughly pull him back to him. Thick, sturdy cock sheathing itself partway into him with remarkable ease.

'Guess being fucked by so many other men's made me a little loose.' Gregor amusedly thought to himself with an embarrassed smile.

Still the loose state of his anus didn't seem to deter the man inside of him in the slightest. Burying himself all the way to the hilt the Blacksmith instantly began to hammer away at Gregor's defenseless rear end. Thrusts constant and brutal as he frowned in concentration. Every thought he had focused on nothing but the task of working over the human now under him with the same stubborn determination he used when shaping metal at the forge. His thrusts and jabs precise and unyielding.

Only barely enduring this pitiless pounding Gregor shouted out. Tongue hanging out with a pant and eyesight blurring at the edges as his prostrate was pummeled with extreme force. But as rough as this treatment was he never once considered telling the Blacksmith to ease up or stop. The way he was being fucked thrilling him in a way different from that of the first two men who had taken him.

“Tell me piggy, how's it feel gettin' fucked by us Skullcrackers?!" The Blacksmith asked between hard grunts. Slapping Gregor's ass with his calloused large hand snickered when he flinched. “You just love being our fuck hole don't you? Gettin' your lardy ass filled by thick orc cock is a dream come true!"

Though mortified by such a filthy question Gregor couldn't help but respond. “Yes sir it is!" He said, shamelessly pushing back on the rod plunging in and out of him. “It just feels so damn amazing! I… I really, really like it! Please d-don't stop!!"

The Blacksmith snarled darkly, grip tightening at Gregor's sides. “You humans really are somethin' else!" He barked out. “You act all high and mighty but all it takes is one fat orc dick up yer soft asses and you turn into squealin' little piglets."

“Yes sir. W-We do sir!" Gregor passively agreed. He didn't know why but for some reason he sort of liked being talked down to like this. Probably the reason why he had endured Cosmortis' constant stream of disapproval for so long.

“Well if you love it so much then fuckin' say it right!" The older man demanded. “Say you love gettin' yer chubby ass fucked by orc cock! Say it!"

“I love it! By the Dark One's grace I love being fucked by orc cock so fucking much!" Gregor sobbed as he was continually fucked by the brutish Blacksmith.

Grinning when he heard that the Blacksmith looked over to his two students. “Heh, see! Told you I could get him squealin' real fast!" He chuckled. “Now get yer worthless asses over here and help me. I want to see how bad we can work this greedy little piggy over!"

Obeying their master as soon as he spoke the two other smithy orcs joined in. Both of them dropping down onto his knees the first of the novices grabbed Gregor by the head. Weighty cock quickly forced down the human's throat so he could roughly fuck his mouth. As for his companion, getting onto his back the second orc got under Gregor and swallowed his member, sucking and growling around it as he pleasured the swollen flesh with increasing eagerness.

Together these three smoke scented men worked as a prefect unit. The Blacksmith driving himself into Gregor with single-minded tenacity while his pupils gave and received oral stimulation. The four of them soon losing all sense of time as they copulated like wild animals in heat.

This pace did not slow either when the bearded orc finally came. As soon as he had finished flooding the tight tunnel he had fucked with his release he pulled out and allowed one of his students to take his place. The strong, muscular orc quickly mounting Gregor without a single word. Wildly pounding away at his already well used ass. After he finished the second novice smith took his turn. Their master giving a grunt before he forced the first young orc onto his back so that he could fuck him alongside a surprised Gregor.

Finishing after what felt like an hour of nonstop sex the trio then quickly departed. Each congratulating each other as their essences drifted away. Gregor left behind to lay there on the floor on his stomach. Panting heavily and half exhausted as the cum covering him slowly started to cool.

Rolling over onto his back after a few moments though Gregor lazily looked around, the sights of green skinned men still engaging in various forms of frantic sexual intercourse making him sigh in utter amazement. 'These orcs are absolutely insatiable!" He thought. 'They just keep going and going and go--AHH!"

Momentary rest coming to a sudden end Gregor yelped as he was lifted up into the air. Sore, nude body carefully cradled in the Farmer orc's strong arms as the man peered down at him from under the rim of his old straw hat.

“Sorry to spook you there little fella." The older man said, voice barring a slight rural twang. “But I was hoping you wouldn't mind playing with me and my son for a bit."

Though drained Gregor nodded an okay. The man holding him taking across the room where writhing pile of villagers were happily enjoying one another. Well, save for one. Not participating in the erotic play before him was a the teenaged orc Gregor had seen helping the Farmer unloading giant vegetables from his cart.

“I'm back son!" The Farmer announced as walked up to this boy. “And looky! I brought you someone who you're gonna like."

Gently placing Gregor down as he lowered himself to the floor the Farmer motioned over to his offspring to follow suit. The boy, hesitantly obeying his father's call, nervously looked the human over as he squatted down. “I can't believe I get to fuck a human now!" He said, fingers combing through his reddish brown. “Is there anything I should know?"

With a chuckled the Farmer reached out and caressed his progeny's cheek. “Just that you can't be as rough on'um like you are with other orcs." He explained going in for a peck on the lips. “But, hold your horses a moment. This'un here isn't the only one about to get bred right now."

Wondering what exactly the Farmer meant by that Gregor went to ask, brows raised in question. But before he could the mature orc rolled onto his back with a grunt. Heavy legs then lifted high against his chest so he could expose his most private of areas. Orc seed already dripping from his reddened and gaping pucker which became even more exposed as he reached back and spread his asscheeks further apart with his hands.

“Go on fella, I'm a-waiting for ya." The Farmer grunted out form his awkward position. “Shove that mighty fine tool you got up inside of me and get to plowing."

Pointedly ignoring the bad pun Gregor stared lustfully at the messy hole he was being asked to take. This was certainly a new development! One he gladly took advantage of as he lowered himself between the orc's spread legs.

“Y-You sure?" He asked one final time, the very tip of his suddenly aching member pressing against the slick entrance.

The Farmer growled, lips curling as he wrapped his legs around Gregor's lower back. “Sure as hell little fella!" He huffed. “Now get ta fucking me with that rod 'o' yours 'fore I hold ya down and do the job myself!"

Not hesitating a moment more Gregor rolled his hips. The full length of his own modest four inches quickly enveloped in an amazing, velvety hotness that almost undid him then and there. But resisting the siren's call to cum he began to move. Back and forth. Back and forth. Confidence growing as the Farmer huffed and snorted encouragingly every time his hips met his thighs.

So this was what fucking someone felt like! The incredible tightness that that clenched at his fleshy rod every time he pulled out. The mind numbing rush of adrenaline that coursed through his blood when he fully sheathed himself inside his orcish partner. It was intoxicating! It was mind-boggling! It was… it was…

“So fucking fantastic!" Gregor cried out, finishing his internal thoughts.

Scooting up behind the pair the Farmer's son peered over Gregor's shoulder down at father curiously. “So? How is he Pa?" He asked. “It the human good at sex?"

Casual smile on his lips the Farmer brought his arms up behind his head, using them as a pillow. “Can't say I have much to complain about honestly." He said, giving Gregor a sly look. “But don't you go worrying yourself son. You've got your own business to be tending to anyway, ya here?"

The younger orc inhaled sharply. “Oh right! Almost forgot!" He exclaimed, a serious expression suddenly on his face. “Prepare yourself human I'm about to fuck your ass!"

Snapped out of his daze when he heard that Gregor shivered excitedly as the Farmer's son moved to get fully behind him. His reasons for doing such soon revealed when the blunt head of teenaged orc's cock pushed its way into the valley of his ass. It's persistent stiffness effortlessly working into him before the Farmer's son lost all hesitation and laid into him with tremendous zeal.

The wind knocked out of him as his rear end was pummeled with youthful exuberance Gregor collapsed onto the man under him. Catching him as he landed the Farmer huffed out a laugh and smirkingly held him in place as his overexcited offspring focused entirely on what he was doing.

“You'll have to excuse the boy there my friend." He whispered to Gregor. “He just came of age so sex tends to get'im a tad excited. But I'm sure you know how young'uns can be. Ya'know since you are one yourself and all."

“I-I'm not all that young." Gregor argued back weakly. “And I'm not really that inexperienced anymore. See?"

Determined to prove his point as he was bread from behind Gregor resumed his own rapid thrusting. Both him and the Farmer's son giving the older man under them a double dose of force as they worked together to fuck one another as hard and efficiently as they could.

“His ass is so tight Pa! So fucking tight! So damn tight! So, so tight!" The Farmer's son mindlessly babbled into Gregor's ear as they moved against each other. “I could fuck it all night long and still want more!"

Gasping out as his prostrate was struck the Farmer groaned in agreement. “I bet it is boy! I bet it is!" He hummed back. “But I tell you his dick is just as fucking good! Hits all the right spots! Fills you up just nicely!"

“I-It does?" Gregor asked, sweat dripping down from his forehead stinging his eyes as he overexerted himself. “Honestly?"

“I ain't the lying type little fella." Tightening his legs around the smaller man's torso he growled. “I can't fucking get enough! So don't ya dare stop ya'here!? I want to feel you sow your seed deep in my field!"

Gregor felt a smile tug at his lips at yet another horrible farming pun reaching his ear. “Yessir!" He happily obeyed. “But um… how about let's stay quiet and just enjoy the moment."

“Sure thing boy…" The Farmer chuckled knowingly. “Sure thing!"

True to his word the Farmer ceased most of his talking from that point on. The only sounds coming out of him being the occasional grunt of “Fuck" or “Oh, that's nice!" as Gregor blissfully moved against him. His own body ravished by the mature man's energetic son, who humped into him with the eagerness and skill of someone enjoying something for the very first time.

When the end to this threesome finally came it was Gregor who orgasmed first. Back arched as he thrust into the Farmer one final time he groaned hoarsely, throat sore from all shouting he'd been doing over the last hour. The sensation of his seed filling the insides of his partner causing his anus to tighten around the other orc's member. Its grip making the Farmer's son climax with him which in turn helped the boy's father along. Long, viscous ropes of cum shooting out from his green dick and all over his and Gregor's heaving chests.

“My, that was a hoot and a half!" The Farmer laughed out as they all slowly came down from their orgasmic heights.

Cupping the back of Gregor's head he pulled him down to deliver a heated kiss. This smooch quickly followed up when the Farmer's son pulled him back to make out with him for several drawn out moments.

Smiling as they separated the younger orc giggled. “Pa's right! I can't wait to do it again in a few minutes!"

Lifting himself off of the Farmer Gregor let out a hard breath. “But you just…" Eyes going down he sighed. “…Oh right that wine." He finished weakly.

“Now don't go hogging him all to yourself son." The Farmer gently admonished. “There's plenty 'o' other folks around here who haven't had their turn. Besides, we've got to mingle a bit ourselves. I want your first festival to be something to remember."

The young orc pouted. “Alright Pa." But then looking down at Gregor as he stood he grinned again. “But I hope me and you can do it again before you leave human. I really think you're really cute."

“Um… t-thanks." Gregor said, cheeks tinting. “And yes, I'll try and find you before tonight's over."

Grin only expanding with that reply the young orc wandered away to find someone else to spend some time with. Gregor watching him as he vanished into the crowd. Even after all the attention he had gotten that night being complimented like that was very flattering

Standing up next to him the Farmer adjusted the hat still somehow atop his head. “I think my boy's a little sweet on you." He commented. “Don't worry yourself about it though. I'm sure he'll get over it sooner or later."

“Oh, okay." Gregor mumbled, a sting of disappointment hitting him. But before he could dwell on it his stomach grumbled. “Huh, I guess I've worked up an appetite."

“Well, why don't you go get yourself some sustenance then little fella?" Hand outstretched the Farmer quickly helped Gregor up onto his feet. “There here is a feast we're a-having, and you'll be needing the energy. Trust me."

Belly rumbling a second time as the Farmer waved his farewells and disappeared into the crowd Gregor decided he was right and headed for the nearest of the tables. Taking a seat, bottom protesting as it landed on a cushion, he reached out to grab a slab of meat on a plate.

However, when he did he unexpectedly found his meal stolen. The culprit revealed to be the Innkeeper who he hadn't noticed was seated right next to him. “Having a good time handsome?" The chubby man asked as he took a huge bite from his pilfered prize. “I know I am. Been with four partners already and I'm raring for more!"

“I've been with six people." Gregor countered, the annoyance he felt at being denied food causing his haughty attitude to return a little.

Grin brightening at the snide comment the Innkeeper offered a plate barring a sweet roll as an apology. The tasty treat instantly snatched up and then ate in a matter of seconds by the hungry human.

“Six times already!?" He chuckled warmly. Using his thumb he collected a bit of cream which had been left on Gregor's cheek. “Guess that makes you pretty popular don't it?"

“I suppose so." Gregor shyly agreed.

Looking over his naked body as they sat there though the ginger haired man frowned. Sorely unimpressed by what he saw. Unlike the orcs he wasn't nearly as muscular or big as them. Just some scrawny little nobody. Skin too pale thanks to spending too much time inside the castle. Stomach slightly pudgy thanks to a bit of baby fat, that even at nineteen he still hadn't been able to lose. Definitely not traits considered attractive. At lease in his eyes.

Almost as if he sensed this dip in mood the Innkeeper jostled Gregor out of his funk. “Now don't you go acting like that." Arm going around the smaller man he pulled him closer. “You got yourself a hell of a nice body there. Nice and soft and plump. Can't imagine any man not wanting to go at that ass."

Nose buried in the chest hair of the hefty orc's meaty green chest Gregor couldn't help but giggle. The Innkeeper really was a nice guy. “Y-You really think so?" He asked.

“Handsome I know so!" The bearded man exclaimed. “I for one feel like doing that right now. Just holding you like this is getting me all worked up."

Licking some of the remaining grease from his meal from his lips the Innkeeper ducked down, eyes darkening as he went to deeply kiss Gregor. Any thoughts of food momentarily forgotten as he vigorously plundered a very willing mouth. Tasting both Gregor's unique sweetness and the dessert he had just consumed.

Responding in kind Gregor pushed back against him. The two of them ending up on the floor with him on top. The Innkeeper's large palms eventually finding purpose on the swell of Gregor's ass. Kneading and squeezing the slippery mounds. His intentions quite clear as green fingers began to inch their way into the slick, cum filled crease.

But before anything more illicit could happen several shadows suddenly fell upon them. The obstruction causing them to freeze in place and look up, alarmed, as they were surrounded by the Skullcracker clan's warriors. The group led by the same giant orc Gregor had seen in the training yard who gave him that same evil looking smirk as he stepped forward.

“Remember me human?" He questioned with a sinister air about him. “I know I remember you, Been thinking about how me and my boys are going to tear open that slutty ass of yours and fuck you up until you're begging for mercy!"

Intimidated by that, frankly frightening, declaration Gregor backed away. The Innkeeper bringing him into his reassuring embrace with a hug. “Don't be scared of him handsome." The hefty orc cooed. “Our Champion there likes to talk tough but he's actually quite the softy. Caught him playing with a kitten behind my inn one time."

“S-Shut up!" The Champion snapped, cheeks going a dark green for a moment. “I'll have you know I'm the meanest fucker in the entire village! Just ask my friends here! I'm hard as hell on their asses when we're sparring. Right boys?!"

When a questioning murmur came from the other warriors the massive man growled at them. Their initial hesitance to back up his statement quickly changing into overwhelming enthusiasm as they repeatedly and very vocally agreed with their grumpy leader.

“Yeah, that's more like it." Snapping his fingers the Champion pointed over at Gregor. “Take the human over to our usual spot boys! I'll get the Innkeeper. Gotta teach the fat fucker a lesson for running his mouth."

Rushing forwards in masse the warrior orcs picked Gregor up and held him aloft over their heads. Carrying him as if he were precious cargo as they stormed off to who knows where. Gregor's numerous protests about this treatment deafly ignored as they left.

As for the Innkeeper, well his escort was less gentle. One of the braided tails of his beard used as a makeshift leach he was made to stand and then follow after the Champion with a hard tug. The chuckle he made as he was led soundly silenced when he received a sharp slap to his large backside for not showing proper enough respect.

Reaching their destination a short time after Gregor was finally placed back down. The sudden change of altitude causing him to stumble and trip. The fall thankfully halted when he collided with a soft surface. A heavy, standing log held up by braces bolted into the stone floor of the cave. It's rough exterior covered by numerous pillows which had been tied to it by rope.

Curious as to what this strange thing was Gregor turned, expecting an answer. However, as he did he found himself taking a large gulp of air. All of the warriors now intently watching him. The realization as to why coming pretty quick when he realized just how vulnerable his new position was. Bent over, arms wrapped around the long, with his slightly rosy posterior pointing directly at the crowd of sexually charged orcs.

“Now that's what I like to see!" The Champion said approvingly as he passed through his men. “A bitch who knows how to display themselves!"

Passing by one of his cohorts he handed over the Innkeeper's beard so that he could rub his hands together sinisterly. “Now really stick that ass out and show everyone how open that cunt of yours is." He ordered next. “I want to see what I got to work with."

Though unsure if he liked the word “cunt" being used to describe his hole Gregor did as he'd been told. After all, there was no need for him to act modest anymore. Hugging the column in front of him he arched his back, rear end parting just enough to reveal the ruined state of his anus. Cum and slickness oozing from his reddened pucker and down over his hanging balls.

Eyeing this erotic sight the Champion visibly started to drool. Spit running down his chin as he came closer and squatted down. Palms spreading apart the Gregor's rounded cheeks even further so that he could drag his tongue up the length of the crevice. Combined flavors of six of his brethren savored and slurped up in an obscenely loud way.

“I'm going to fuck this cunt so fucking hard!" The massive orc announced while going in for another languid taste. “Then my men are gonna take turns. We'll fuck you over and over and over until your belly's so bloated with cum that you can't move no more!"

Excited shiver going through him at the vividness of that filthy declaration Gregor whined, aroused to the core by the illicit thrill of it all. Then suddenly hearing a sound he peered over to see the Innkeeper being placed in a similar position to his. Hefty body roughly bent over as he waged his big bottom at the taunting men closing in on him. Literal cheekiness that earned him another sharp strike on his bare ass.

'He really is a character!' Gregor thought giddily, the Champion rising up behind him. 'I really hope me and him can do something again before the night is done.'

“Keep your mind on what I'm doing bitch? Not that fatass." Two of his fingers going down the Champion pushed them into Gregor's hole, slowly sliding them in and out as he felt his warm insides. “You ain't allowed to think about nothing but how badly you my dick up this cunt!"

Again, not sure if he liked that word Gregor nodded. “Yes sir." He panted. “W-Will you be giving it to me soon?"

A dark chuckle. “Depends… reach back and see if you can handle it."

Doing just that Gregor found himself coming into contact with what had to be the largest cock he'd ever “seen" hanging between the Champion's legs. It's size and circumference reminding him of something he'd once seen at the stables back at the lair.

Stroking it he gulped, the idea of something that large entering him daunting to say the least. But any concerns he had quickly vanished when two more of the Champion's fingers joined the first pair in preparing his hole. Nearly half of the orc's large hand now sliding wetly in and out. Deep exploration that soon made him crave something much more substantial. The urge he felt to be impaled by the colossal cock in his hands driving him to wanton madness.

“P-Please fuck me." Gregor begged while pushing back against the invading digits. “I can't take all this teasing anymore! I need you inside of me now!"

“Oh I know you can beg better than that!" The Champion growled dangerously. Giving a hard jab he held his hand in place inside Gregor. Fingers wiggling inside the convulsing passage. “I want my boys to hear just how big of a fucking slut you are. How badly you want an orc champion like me to conquer you and put you in your place!"

Gregor felt his cheeks heat, head turning left and right to observe the salivating orcs watching him. “I… I… PLEASE FUCK ME!" He pleaded in earnest. “I need it mighty one! I need to feel you pounding away at my… my c-cunt!!"

There was a low chuckle at Gregor's total submission. The inquisitive fingers quickly withdrawn before they were replaced by the head of the Champion's meat. Staring down as he aimed, the scarred orc took his time making it slick. The cum from his fellow villagers gathered up as it leaked from the human's hole, slowly smeared around the tip of his pride and the puckering entrance.

Then, without warning he entered the smaller male. Over half of his larger than average orcish maleness piercing the heat of Gregor's ass. It's remarkable size stretching the apprentice even more than his previous lovers had. Almost to the breaking point.

“By the Shadows!" Gregor cursed, teeth gritted and eyes screwing shut as he was breeched.

“That's right boy, feel every single bit of me." The Champion commanded firmly. “I've got one of the biggest fucking cocks in the entire village, don't I? And you fucking bet I fucking know how to use it!"

Not stopping until he was fully seated within his “toy" the orc growled, pleased at how deep he was inside such a tight little ass. But he did not still very long. Brows furrowing he withdrew. Tempered flesh leaving its new glove-like sheath until just an inch remained inside. Then, with a snarl he rammed himself back inside all the way hard. This rough volley only the first as he happily duplicated his actions over and over again!

For each thrust he earned himself a cry of surprise. The man he was impaling once again sluttily pushing back against him again, pleading for more. Lucky for him, the Champion was more than happy to give. With a smug smirk directed back at his friends, the envy on their faces clear and obvious, he started breeding his new plaything as fast and hard as orcishly possible.

“How's it feel boy? Getting fucked by the Skullcracker's greatest champion!?" The vain orc suddenly asked. “I bet you'll dream about this for years to come. Touching yourself in your bed thinking about how good it felt when I fucked your tight cunt apart with my fat dick!"

All Gregor could do was whimper a weak yes in response. Thoughts becoming unfocused and fuzzy as he was ravished by another horny orc. Arms tightening around the pole in front of him he held on for dear life. Shockwaves rippling through him as he was bread by someone who clearly didn't know his own strength or care about what bruised he might leave in his wake.

Eyes widening when a particularly well aimed thrust hit his prostrate Gregor glanced over to the Innkeeper again, curious to see how he was going. Turned out he shouldn't have been concerned in the slightest. Face pressed up against the cushioned surface of his own log the overweight man was groaning uncontrollably. Whole body jiggling like jelly as the orc behind him wildly sawed into him, the orcs surrounding them cheering him on as he rutted against the bearded man like a beast on a rampage.

Returning to his own uncivilized beast Gregor grunted as the Champion grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back. This handhold giving him extra leverage to slam into him even harder to before. The force he used actually lifting Gregor's lower half off of the floor as he fucked him with increasing savageness.

“I said keep your fucking mind on what I'm doing human!" The orc demanded harshly. “It's my cock inside your ass! It's my cock that's making you scream for mercy as I use it! It's my cock that's going to fill you up with so much fucking cum that it'll be leaking out every damn hole you have!"

“Yes sir! Sorry sir!" Gregor keened as he truly was dominated. “I won't forget! I promise!"

The corner of the Champion's mouth curled upwards, eyes wild as his partner fully yielded to his will. An ego bust that every orc secretly loved! “FUCKING RIGHT YOU WON'T!" He roared, his efforts to fuck Gregor into oblivion doubled than tripled. “I'll make damn sure of it!"

Lasting only a few more minutes after that the Champion came with just as much ferocity as every other thing he did. Slamming his hips into his lover one more time, Gregor ending up pressed flat against the pole, he came. Hot, burning seed filling him with such an amazing quantity that it did in deed end up leaking out of the human's stretched out hole and ran down his dangling legs.

But that wasn't the most surprising thing about what happened. The deed done the Champion pulled out of Gregor almost apologetically. The large man holding onto his smaller partner tenderly as they slowly sank to the ground together. Once fierce face, softening as he stared down into Gregor's glazed over eyes.

“You alright boy?" The Champion asked with a whisper. “I didn't go too rough on you did I?"

Regaining himself Gregor let out a hard breath. “N-No I'm fine." He replied back. Then seeing the expression the other man wore he sighed. “Heh, guess the Innkeeper was right. You are a bit of a softy huh?"

At that the orc's harsh expression snapped back into place. The only difference being his cheeks which took on a slightly darkened hue just like when the Innkeeper teased him. “You little…" Rudely dropping Gregor he stood he pointed at random warrior in the crowd. “You! It's your turn! And be sure to ream this slut's ass out good and hard! I want him regretting what he just said!"

Holding back a snicker at how he'd hit a nerve with the larger man Gregor offered up no protest as he was flipped onto his belly. The orc warrior who'd been chosen quickly climbing on top of him to take his turn at his ass. An intrusion that barely registered for Gregor. The world around him turning blurry as he drifted off to a place of pure nirvana

From that point onwards he lost track of the number of men who fucked him that night. Some old partner's returning for another go while many other new orcs approached to drag him into all sort of sexual experiences. Gregor ending up contorted into every position imaginable. The hours going by like a blur as he reveled in the debauchery. All of his previous opinions about orcs complexly obliterated as he came to intimately know them. Both physically and strangely enough emotionally.

It was only when dawn was fast approaching that Gregor came out of his sex induced stupor. Riding atop the Ponytailed orc with the Blacksmith behind him. Their cocks sliding against each other inside his overcrowded hole as they jointly fucked him. Gregor shuddered and suddenly came. His twelfth orgasm of that night hitting him from out of nowhere as a shower of cum sprayed down upon them. It's origin coming from a circle of orc's who'd been watching them fornicate while masturbating.

Falling back into the Blacksmith's arms as streams of blue essence swirled around them, Gregor watched as it condensed on the statue's sword and fell into the trough. The gooey splash it made when it landed causing the liquid already contained within the now very full tub slosh and spill over the edges.

“Wow…" Gregor said, breathlessly. “I can't believe we actually managed to fill it."

Nuzzling his neck the Blacksmith chuckled, his amusement echoed in several of the other orcs around them. “Said the same thing the first time I attended the ritual." He confessed.

“Me too." The Stubble Chinned agreed from his place atop a pile of half-asleep villagers. “An it takes a fucking lot of effort to get all that damn essence too? Half of us will be sleeping until nightfall today."

Padding over to them Xerek smiled at the gathering. Usual gruff and serious demeanor dampened thanks to the visible exhaustion on his features. “Which is why we always take a day of rest after the ceremony." He explained to Gregor. “Speaking of that, there still one more part you must play human."

“There is?" Gregor asked as he was helped up by the man behind him. When Xerek nodded back he sighed. “Alright, but afterwards can I sleep for a little? You know before I head back to my home."

Xerek smiled softly. “I will make sure you have to softest bed in the entire village." He assured. “We can not have a mighty sorcerer like you falling asleep while on the road now can we?"

Blushing at the reminder of his lies Gregor became quiet as he was led back over to the platform and made to face the half asleep crowd like earlier. Xerek wordlessly coming up behind him to rest his hands on his shoulders.

“Brothers…" The orc chieftain started, voice far less passionate than during his first speech. “…Now we bring to a close our Extraction Ritual. With one last spurt of seed from the “Catalyst" we will give the essence its magical properties. Sealing the pact we forged so long ago with our great benefactor!"

“Benefactor?" Gregor repeated, a pout forming on his face as he wondered who this mysterious person was. But then, recalling something else that had just been said he whimpered. “I have to cum again?" He asked with a near whine.

“I am afraid so." Xerek chuckled. “But do not fret, I will help you along with your task young one."

Bending Gregor over the one eyed orc worked his fingers into his well-used hole. Digits instantly made slick thanks in part to all of the seed still there. “My, my you have been quite naughty, have you not?" He gently teased, hooking and probing the almost prolapsed anus with a dirty smirk. “Tell me. Did you enjoy yourself?"

“E-Every moment." Gregor admitted without shame. “I wish I could do it again actually. Um… after a few months of rest that is."

A chorus of laughter rang out at the ginger haired youths unintended joke. Gregor looking up, startled, to see nearly everyone in the room standing before the stage, observing the apparent finale of their orgy. Vision going from face to face Gregor fondly began to remember everything that had happened to him since he had entered their village. Not just the events of the Extraction Ritual, but all the other encounters he had gone through with these mighty orcs.

Meeting the guards at the gate. Getting that free drink from the Innkeeper. Even his meeting with Xerek. The scariness of that experience soothed thanks to realizing just what sort of person the fearsome man was. Someone who loved and cared for his people beyond all else. It certainly was going to be hard going back to Cosmortis' lair once all of this was over.

The reminiscing coming to an end Gregor gasped out as Xerek's cock invaded his lower half. The muscular man sheathing himself in one felled swoop before he swiftly began building up a fierce tempo. Skillfully fucking the apprentice towards another orgasm at a record pace.

A notable buzz passing through them as they watched their leader do this the Skullcracker orcs all started to cheer and shout encouragements at the fornicating duo. The last shreds of their stamina used to bring the orgy to a proper rapturous close.

It took some time but eventually Gregor felt himself racing towards the edge. All of the kindling wine he had been drinking off and on during the party allowing him to give one more spurt before he was wrung totally dry. A truly remarkable feat considering just how much of his semen he had spilt since the wild night had begun.

Feeling the hole wrapped around his cock tighten Xerek bent down, massive form covering his smaller partner's sweaty, cum streaked back, and slid his hands under the human's legs. Gripping them he lifted the boy up as he stood again. Gregor resting back against his chest, legs bouncing up and down, as the orc spun them around while continuing to pound up into him.

Hanging in the air as he peered down into the viscous pool of essence now under him Gregor feared for a moment he'd end up being dunked into it. But to his great relief that disgusting event did not occur. Instead Xerek began to whisper into his ear, carefully explaining what they were trying to do.

“Listen carefully." The orc chief said slowly. “See the words on the statue's base? Use them to cast a spell and add your semen to the pool or essence. Fail to do it correctly and we'll have to start all over tonight."

Even if he had enjoyed himself during the orgy the prospect of having to go through it again so soon caused Gregor to focus hard on the instructions given to him. Calling upon his limited magical powers he began to recite the writing on the statue, lips becoming warm with his power and eyes glowing as he spoke.

“Oh essence gathered from orcan soul. Swirl and churn within this bowl. Imbued with power, strength, and magical might! I add my seed, bring forth your light!"

A glow emanating from the sloshing trough as he completed the spell Gregor moaned as Xerek thrust into him harder, more persistently until he couldn't bare it any longer. With a deafening shout he came one final time. Balls emptying completely as his emission landed in the essence. The entire mass glowing brighter and brighter, its intensity filling the room and blinding everyone present.

Thankfully this luminous response did not last too long. The shine dying down Gregor went limp against Xerek. The substance in the trough bubbling for a few moments before it took on the same white, opaque coloration Gregor has seen seeping out from the bottle he'd broken back at his home nearly two days ago now.

“So… did you bring a replacement bottle, or do we have to get you one?" Xerek asked, the surprised look that passed over Gregor's face when realized he hadn't making all of the orcs burst out into an fit of tumultuous laughter.

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Gregor made a worried sound as he placed the bottle of “Orc Essence" he had gotten onto the ingredient cabinet shelf. Slowly backing off as it jostled, hands held up just in case if fell, he sighed in relief. Glad he had managed to make it all the way back to the castle with it without breaking it. Not that he had been all that worried considering just how he got home.

Thinking back the apprentice smiled to himself. His trip back from the Skullcracker clan's domain had actually been pleasant. The long trek shortened considerably thanks to the orc village's Stable Master who had offered to give him a ride on one of his steeds. The only pause they took as they galloped through the forest back to the lair being an extended romp in the bushes that Gregor happily allowed in order to repay his kind deed.

Thanking about that particular encounter in the woods as he left the spell chamber Gregor couldn't help but lament a little. With his endless work as Cosmortis' apprentice it would be a very long time before he ever experienced the touch of a lover again. Sure, the Skullcrackers were only a day and a half away, but there was no way his absence wouldn't be noticed by the perceptive sorcerer he worked for.

“Oh well." Gregor sighed with a sad shrug.

Guess he'd just have to manage with all the memories he possessed of his time at the Extraction Ritual orgy. Every greenskin he had been with forever etched within the dark confines of his deviant mind. Prefect material for his private alone time in his room.

Snapped out of his lurid thoughts when he heard a shout from behind Gregor had to jump out of the way quick. Two of the castle's demon soldiers racing past him at a frenzied pace. “Hurry you damned fool!" One of them urgently demanded. “The master's carriage will be here any minute! He's home early!"

Eyes following the pair as they vanished around a corner Gregor took ten seconds before he reacted to what he'd just learned. Cosmortis was back already!? If this was true then he better as hell be there to greet him. Otherwise Gregor just might end up getting punished after all.

Not wasting a single moment Gregor rushed off to the lair's cavernous main hall where he was confronted by a thick mass of soldiers and other castle staff. All of them standing at attention as the tall ornate doors of the room slowly creaked open.

Pushing his way through, one elbow to the face and a shove coming from those he passed, Gregor stumbled out the other side of the crowd with his usual clumsy graze. Nearly falling flat on his face before he quickly regained his balance and stood straight, head up and eyes forwards as Cosmortis entered the room flanked by a few of their guards.

Cosmortis of the Dark Realm was a dour looking individual. The forked beard upon his ghostly gray face streaked with rivulets of bright silver. It matching his tired back hair that hung from the back of his head in a short ponytail. His clothing was just as grim too. A long sleeved, dark purple robe that dragged along the ground covering a tall, portly body.

Remembering his place Gregor bowed low. “Welcome home Master Cosmortis." He said formally. “I hope your journey was a pleasant one."

“How could spending a week inside a rickety old carriage be pleasant by any stretch of the word!?" Cosmortis said back sourly. Frown deepening he passed Gregor without a single look. “Attend to my luggage apprentice. I want it in my room and unpacked as soon as possible."

Unfazed by the harshness of his master Gregor went to get the oversized chest the older man always brought with him on his trips. A container with magical infinite space within that still somehow managed to weight what felt like a tone. Or at least that's how it felt to Gregor as he struggled to drag it along while keeping up with Cosmortis as he walked off at a brisk pace.

Reaching the sorcerer's bedroom after a great deal of effort Gregor immediately set about unpacking it. Taking it to one side of the room and opening it as Cosmortis entered behind him he started to remove small packages and other curious bobbles. Each of them carefully placed somewhere before he went in for more.

“I hope you managed to complete every chore I left for you while I was away Apprentice." Cosmortis absently said, one finger running along the mantel of his fireplace, checking for any sign of dust. “You better have also practiced that spell you were having trouble with. I will not have another one of your accidents, understood?"

Squatting down so he could reach into the chest again Gregor stopped with a cringe. Just before his master had gone on his trip he had tried teaching him a low level lightning spell. One that while very simple Gregor had still managed to mess up. The spark he'd created through his magic blowing a hole in a wall.

“I-I still couldn't get the spell right master." He informed his teacher hesitantly. “B-But I did keep practicing! And I promise I'll fix all the damage later."

Shaking his head with exasperation Cosmortis let out sigh. “Fiiiiine, the I suppose we'll revisit the subject next lesson." Turning to his young apprentice he frowned. “After you finish empting that chest of course. Get back to work."

“Yes sir, Master Cosmortis." Returning to his chore Gregor reached in for and then pulled out the next item. But when he did he found himself frozen in place once more. His hands clutching a long black robe covered in golden accents. A very familiar one.

The robe giving a violent tug as it suddenly flew from his hands Gregor spun around to see it traveling across the room. It's glittering fabric fluttering wildly as it twirled around Cosmortis. The evil man's visage shifting with a soft glow to that of an elderly orc with a long scraggly beard for a few moments before the robe fell to the ground and he stood there in his usual state. Expression eerily serene as he stared at his student from afar.

“Y-Y-You were the Skullcracker elder!?'" Gregor gapped, face draining of color.

“Yes I was apprentice." Cosmortis said as he slowly stalked over to Gregor, an unnerving smile present on his face. “But let's talk of other things. Such as you breaking one of my ingredient bottles and trying to replace it without my knowing."

Fear in his eyes Gregor reluctantly stood up and faced his master, shaking like a leaf as he did. “I-I can explain." He tried. “I really, really can sir."

“Oh, you'll explain yourself alright." Coming to a stop before his apprentice Cosmortis hooked a finger under the boy's hairless chin. Their eyes meeting as he made his own glow crimson. “You'll explain every single detail that led to you trying to deceive me. Maybe once you're done…" There was a dark foreboding chuckle. “…I won't have you tortured."

Shaking even harder at the mention of torture Gregor closed his eyes, head rapidly nodding as he began to talk. The words coming out fast and panicky he told Cosmortis of accidentally knocking over the orc essence bottle. Of going to the library and reading where it came from. Of the journey to the Skullcracker Clan's village, and everything else up until that very moment.

Breathless in the aftermath of his story Gregor waited for the inevitable disemboweling he expected to come. But to his tremendous astonishment, instead of gutting or setting him on fire Cosmortis flinched, letting out a most unmannerly snort. A snerk that quickly evolved into outright snickering as he turned away, hand coving his mouth in a weak attempt to hold his amusement in.

“By the Dark One's grace! You went to so much trouble!" Cosmortis exclaimed, nearly doubling over as he started to laugh. “And for no reason too!"

Quickly growing more and more alarmed as he watched his teacher laugh Gregor looked questioningly at him. “What do you mean?" He asked.

Hand swept out Cosmortis caused a door nearby to swing open. The gold and purple painted barrier flying back to reveal a closet. One filled with shelves containing bottle after bottle filled with a milky white substance.

Gawking at this bewildering sight, face going complexly slack in shock, Gregor began to stutter, dumbly pointing over at it. “A-A-Are those b-bottles of--"

“--Orc essence?" Cosmortis casually finished, still snickering “Yes. I get them in bulk from my dear friend Xerek every other month. It's the least they can do after I help them make it."

Ignoring the realization he got when he thought about that last part Gregor shook his shock off and visibly deflated. “So I didn't have to go out and get more? He asked, Cosmortis nodding in response. “And I didn't have to risk my life traveling through the woods and entering an orc village." Another nod. “And I didn't have to do that stuff with all those men?" A third nod. “And you're not angry or going to punish me for any of this!?"

At this last questions Cosmortis' entire demeanor changed in a flash. Usual sneer snapping back into place as he shot upright and walked over to Gregor menacingly. “Oh I am ab-so-lutely LIVID!" He shouted, the entire castle shaking as he unleashed waves of power. “And as such damn right I will punish you, you simpering wastrel!"

Knocked back from the power of the magical energy radiating off his master Gregor quickly found himself pressed up against the wall, unable to move. “Of course you will master!" He cried out. “S-Sorry for my impudence master. It won't happen again master. I promise master!"

There was a disgusted huff from Cosmortis as he suddenly calmed. Gregor dropping to the floor like a rock as he began to leave the room. “My Xerek was right, you are a sniveling worm." He smirked. “But one perhaps that can be of use to me. Come along apprentice, I wish to discuss something with you."

Though terrified Gregor raced to scramble off of the ground and chase after his master. The two of them exiting the bedroom and out into the long narrow passageway just outside. Head down as they moved Gregor wondered what was going to befall him. Strung up over a pit of snakes? Boiled alive in a cauldron? Chopped up and fed to one of the horrific abominations they kept? With Cosmortis' inventive and vengeful mind the possibilities were unlimited.

Interrupting Gregor's newest bout of worrying Cosmortis cleared his throat. “As I have stated, your actions have left me quite enraged." He informed. “Since I've been gone you've snuck out of the castle, tried to used your magic to manipulate others, and lied through your teeth again and again. Worse of all though you gave Xerek my name when he asked for yours. Potentially tarnishing my branding."

Stopping before a door Cosmortis turned to face Gregor, the boy almost bumping into him. “Yet, I also find myself impressed with you." The older man surprisingly said. “While your scheme was only half thought out you still proved yourself to be resourceful and most of all… uniquely duplicitous. A trait that you will need if you are ever to become a proper evil sorcerer."

“Really?" Gregor's cheeks flushed slightly at that little bit of praise. A rarity from his master.

“Yes reeeeeeally." The other man said, drawing out his response in annoyance. “But again; that does not excuse your behavior. You must be taught a lesson." Dismissively waving his hand Cosmortis caused a cloud of smoke to appear to their side. It dissipating soon after to reveal a door which hadn't been there before.

“Open it." He commanded.

Curious as to what laid behind this mysterious door Gregor shuffled over and pulled it open. It swinging forward to reveal… one of the soldier barracks on the castle's grounds. “What in the Dark Ones…" He drawled. “But this place is on the other side of the lair!"

“Dimensional door spell." Cosmortis flippantly explained. “I'll teach it to you once you're more experienced."

Stepping through the magical entryway, an invisible barrier inside of it ripping as they did, the two magic users entered the barracks quietly. Gregor nervously fiddling with his hands as he looked around, nose crunching up a little in distasted at their new surroundings.

The barracks weren't the most lavish of areas at the lair. Just a large, cavernous building filled with narrow beds and old chairs they used to house a portion of Cosmortis' personal army. But it was this army itself that gave the room a bit of a frightening air.

Living inside the chamber were about forty or so humanoid demons. A dark, frightening race born from the stygian pits. Their forms almost human save for the red coloration of their skin, the twisted animal-like horns on their heads, and in some cases a pair of webbed wings sprouting from their backs.

Noticing their presence after a few moments the creatures gathered inside the room scrambled to attention. Some, who had been busy changing in or out of their armor, dropping their clothing to race over to Cosmortis. All of them saluting their master respectfully as they stood there in formation in various stages of undress.

“Master Cosmortis!" One voice in the crowd proclaimed. Emerging from the throng of sinister soldiers a large, muscular arch demon approached. Panting and sweating as he bowed lowly at his overlord. “I-I did not know to expect you! I am sorry my men and I are not more--"

Holding his hand up to silence the other man Cosmortis spoke. “Do not concern yourself with my presence General Maliance." He said. “I have merely stopped by to seek your assistance. That and to introduce you to my dear apprentice, Gregor Hillsdale."

Coming out from his hiding spot behind Cosmortis, Gregor waved at the gathering around them sheepishly. Several of those present glaring back at him, no doubt remembering a few of their previous encounters. “Um… I think they already know me master." He explained.

Maliance growled irritably. “Yes we know of him." He huffed. “He's often pesters us when we're doing our jobs."

“Yes, I assumed so. But let's get onto the subject of your help." Cosmortis quickly clarified. “You see, it seems as if Gregor here had been quite naughty so I thought who better to help me correct him than you and your men General Maliance."

“Wait! You're going to have them punish me!?" Gregor exclaimed. Looking around the room in a panic the young man winced. These demons were even tougher characters than the Skullcrackers were. “J-Just how are you planning to have them do it?"

Cosmortis gave his student a slow, sinister smirk. “Like this my dear boy."

Energy surrounding his hand Cosmortis snapped his fingers. A spell quickly cast that caused the edges of Gregor's clothes to take on a soft glow. The light then traveling inwards as it dissolved his robe. No, not just that, but also his underclothes too. Every stitch of cloth upon him vanishing from sight until he was rendered completely naked before everyone.

“My Minions! For the next, let's see… eight hours! I give you free reign to play out your perverse desires on my apprentice here." Cosmortis announced, revealing his plan. “But no harm is to come to him. I want him whole and hale. Once you finish wash him up and bring him to my quarters."

Turning to Gregor a lecherous expression appeared on Cosmortis' bearded face. “I must begin training him in the ways of properly pleasuring a partner." He added. “He'll need such skills when I bring him with me on my next trip to obtained more orc essence."

That said the old sorcerer spun around, cape twirling around him as he went back through the magic doorway which slammed shut and vanished behind him. Having watched his exit Gregor turned back to the crowd of demons he'd been left with. Their attention now completely focused on him with less than virtuous intent.

Approaching him suddenly Maliance wordlessly grabbed him and swiftly slung the frightened human over his shoulder. The large man then taking his prize away to enact their master's “punishment" as many of the other demons began to remove their clothing. Eagerly talking amongst themselves as they voiced their plans for the apprentice.

Yes, it was official. When it came down to it, working of an evil, kingdom destroying sorcerer like Cosmortis really wasn't awful at all. True it could be hard at times. Nonstop studying, demeaning chores, dealing with a moody and murder prone master. But there were many perks to the position.

Perks like the ones Gregor Hillsdale was experiencing right now as he was laid out atop a table. Backside spread apart so that a big dicked demon soldier could force himself inside of him. The first of many that afternoon. This second orgy he'd been drawn into a new beginning or sorts for the ginger haired man. A start to a brand new life where he'd find himself in the very same situation many, many more times over the years.

The End