Terrible Company - Chapter 5 - Part 2

Chapter 5 - Part 2

The warm afternoon rays flitted through the slowly drifting canopy, shafts of light caressing her alabaster skin. She writhed in the grass, her long black hair cascading from out beneath her. The young maiden's hands roamed over her naked flesh, covering and uncovering in turn. Her lip caught softly between teeth, youthful beauty rivaled only by the natural beauty surrounding her. Her eyes flickered at movement to her side. One knee lifted and crossed over the other, but her vulnerability was beyond question and he knew it.

Thick stubble covered his jaw, giving a rugged edge to an already rugged man. His dark smile made darker by a jagged scar tracing his cheek. The maiden withdrew her feet, her knees rising over her chest as he settled down in the grass below her. He grabbed her ankles, roughly parting her legs, and she whimpered. Her brow furrowed in-

"Hey," Ayen whispered, as he dropped down beside The Narrator.

The white-haired man figuratively jumped out of his skin, and twisted to cover himself.

"No no. Don't stop on my account."

"It's hardly appropriate," he sputtered, indignantly tucking himself back into his undergarment, "for me to continue soliloquizing while you kneel there."

"What," the Half-Elf whispered,"you mean jacking off?"

The bard grit his teeth and turned back to the young couple. Penetration had already happened, and he'd missed it.

The Narrator sighed in exasperation

"What're you doin' way out here anyway?"

The white-haired man rolled his eyes and tugged his breeches back up. "I have a few colleagues out this way who were wanting my input on a sensitive matter."

Both men turned at a soft cry. The dark-haired woman arched up off the ground, sweeping her ample breasts up toward her armpits.

"I happened upon these two youthful doves by serendipity."

"Oh, they didn't pay you?"

"Sadly, no. This one is on the house. What about you?"

"Scouting ahead."

The Narrator scowled. "Is that boorish beast with you? The she-orc?"

"Yeah, but she's not likely to catch up to us for a while. You've got time."

The couple's cries of passion intertwined; soft whimpers contrasted sharply against deep, rhythmic grunting. The Narrator stared at Ayen out of the corner of his eye, and slowly raised his eyebrows. "Well?"

"Well what?" Ayen asked, without looking away from the spectacle before him.

"Do you mind?"

"Oh. Oh! We're not gonna watch together?"

The Narrator held out his hand, palm up, expectantly.

The Half-Elf stared down, and then frowned thoughtfully at the man and woman writhing in the field ahead. "I'll take my chances," Ayen said.

"Suit yourself," the old man replied, as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his breeches. "If it helps, I believe they're wasted."

The Half-Elf smirked as he slipped away.

Ayen made a stealthy circle of the couple. He spotted their campsite once he moved around to the far side, and knelt down next in the middle of the stream of discarded articles of clothing. There were several broken, off-white stems in the grass around their cook pot. Ayen spotted an unbroken mushroom in the shade of a nearby Elm. His grin darkened dramatically after taking a good whiff.

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"Mortals!" Ayen boomed, as he stepped naked through the brush. The man and woman froze mid-thrust and stared in stunned silence, like he had just sprouted horns or a second head. He spread his arms grandiosely, his smile confident and wide. "Who copulates within my realm? Within the holy grove of the Lord of Wood?"

The young man, mouth agape, managed no more than a dumb grunt. The young woman, however, twisted free from her lovers grip and prostrated herself before the Half-Elf. "Oh Great Lord," she plead. "We-"

"Silence!"

The young man joined her seconds later, face down. Ayen could barely contain his glee.

"Your names."

"J-J-June," the woman stammered, lifting her head slightly. "a-a-and this is Rolf."

Rolf dipped his head even further in acknowledgement. "Please, My Lord! Don't smite us!"

"Smite you?" Ayen laughed. "Surely you are not here, in this sacred clearing, on this day, by accident."

Only the briefest of pauses. "We are ignorant, oh Lord of Wood!"

Ayen had to bite down hard on his knuckle to keep from blowing it. "This is a holy day, for it is the day of my rebirth!"

"My... My Lord?" June said.

"Rejoice!" Their heads rose an inch as the Half-Elf began to walk around them. "You shall carry my heir within you for two winters."

"She's gonna be pregnant for two years?" Rolf cried. June trembled beside him.

"Of course not," Ayen said jovially. "No daughter of man could bear my childe." They both calmed significantly. At first. Ayen chuckled as he watched June turn slowly toward Rolf, realization hitting her first.

"What?!" Rolf cried. "No!" They stared at each other for several long seconds while Ayen continued to circle them. The soft grass felt good between his toes. Rolf's eyes darted over her shoulder, catching sight of the Half-Elf's semi-erection, and he whimpered. "No... June, please! I can't!"

"I can't help you, tadpole!" she said earnestly. "Who are we to defy a god?" She half turned and paused. "You are a god, right?"

Ayen, remembering a treatise he'd read on how to respond to this exact situation, nodded firmly and said "Yes."

"You know I think this is hot," June said, as they both sat back on their heels.

"Juuuuune!" Rolf hissed, but June kept right on going.

"I've been trying to get you to have sex with another man for months so I could watch."

"This is not the time!"

"This is exactly the time," she said joyfully.

"Are you sure she can't handle this?" Rolf asked, turning to Ayen.

"Nay," he boomed. "Her delicate, feminine frame cannot withstand the rigors my seed will inflict upon you. The Fates have sent me a worthy carrier, truly, and I am pleased." Ayen had no idea how he was still keeping a straight face.

"Fuck," Rofl cried. His eyes locked onto Ayen's still-hardening cock, and he swallowed hard. "Fuck," he repeated, much softer.

Ayen loved that reaction. It always made him swell with pride.

Next to Rolf, June was already flushing, the pale skin of her chest and bosom turning bright pink. Her hands rested on her thighs, but her fingers itched to slide down between them. She was waiting for her moment, so Ayen gave her one.

Two quick strides put him right in front of Rolf. The young human's eyes crossed staring at the tip of his cock. Ayen tucked a finger underneath his chin and directed him upward. The young man, once standing, was nearly as tall as he. Ayen grinned as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Rolf's surprised lips.

June whimpered beside them.

The kiss lingered, Rolf's lips clinging longer than he would have thought. The rugged Human even leaned into it after a few seconds. He tilted his head slightly, lips parting, and found his new plaything surprisingly compliant. In his mind, Ayen did backflips.

"What do we call you?" June asked breathily.

Ayen placed his hands delicately along Rolf's jawline, and held him there as the kiss finally drifted to an end. "Lord will suffice." The soft schlick-schlick of her hand between her thighs was music to his ears. "My name was not meant for your tongue. Now," he said, turning slightly, "I need to be very wet for this. Do you think you could oblige?"

June leapt forward on her knees, gratefully taking his cockhead inside her mouth.

"I-" Rolf started, but Ayen turned back to him and silenced him with another kiss. His tongue wormed between the Human's shocked lips, and found the young man... eager.

"You were not forgotten," Ayen said in a brief pause for breath. His hands slid down over Rolf's neck and shoulders. Over his brawny chest. Ayen loved the masculine ones, thick muscles under coarse hair. Especially if he was topping them. The curves of a strong man were vastly underrated in Ayen's opinion. One arm slid around behind Rolf, hand splayed against the Human's lower back. So warm against his palm. His other hand settled on top of June's head, and he guided himself further into the back of her mouth. "Wetter, or young Rolf here will be very cross."

June whimpered as she worked, the soft schlick-schlick of her fingers barely audible over the rustling of the trees at the edge of the clearing. Ayen's reached further down and grabbed a handful of Rolf's thick flank. The human grunted and rose up on his toes, right into another long kiss. June's soft moaning and fingering broadcast her approval.

"Spit on it," Ayen commanded, leaving Rolf breathless and gasping. June moaned again as she backed off and spat, slathering pre-cum and saliva across his shaft. "Kneel before the Wood Lord, human."

Rolf lowered himself hesitantly onto hands and knees. Ayen could barely hide his grin when he saw how hard the young Human was; he couldn't hide how hard it made him though, and June whimpered again. The girl was a whimper-machine.

Ayen felt a giddy lightheadedness as he knelt down behind Rolf. His rigid cock stood out like a flagpole. He hummed happily as he placed his hands on Rolf's cheeks, and separated. June gasped and twitched, her first orgasm coming early and hard. Ayen hoped it wouldn't be her last, as her convulsing and purring was entirely pleasing to watch.

He kept one hand firm on the Human's cheek, holding it to the side, while the other guided his considerable length to the pucker. Rolf looked back fearfully over his shoulder. "Focus on her," Ayen said. June sat back on her heels, panting. "See how she glows? See the flush in her cheeks?" Rolf turned to look, nodding dumbly, and Ayen seized the moment. He spat a wad of saliva onto his head and pushed.

"Oh Gods!" Rolf screamed, his face tight with strain.

"Just Lord will do, thank you." Ayen took a deep breath, and relished the soft schlick-schlick sound echoing through the clearing again. "Brace yourself. I'm going to push further."

"Is it almost all the way in?"

"No," Ayen said with a chuckle. "No, it is not." He grabbed the Human's hips tightly and thrust again, drawing a throaty whine from his plaything. The way Rolf clenched down on him felt amazing, but he had miles to go. Figuratively. "Relax, human."

Rolf groaned and twisted, but the pressure never let up.

Ayen thought for a moment, and then slowly backed out still stiff as a board. "June, if you're not too busy," he crooned, "would you let us borrow a little of your nectar?"

June blinked through the haze of pleasure, and then eagerly scooted across the grass on her knees. "Oooh, you're gaping!" she said, and slid a hand between her legs to gather feminine dew. Then she reached forward and pushed two dripping fingers into his rectum.

"Don- oh Goooods..." Rolf head dropped forward, and he groaned delicately while she probed his ass.

"There," she whispered, circling her wet fingertips around his hole. "I'm so proud of you, tadpole." She moved up next to his head, her nails trailing lightly along his back. "We're gonna raise a God."

How many mushrooms did they eat? Ayen wondered.

Ayen scooted forward again, and was met with far less resistance with his second push. Rolf groaned again, just as hard and deep as the first time. His hands formed fists, ripping blades of grass as they tightened, and his toes curled back into the pads of his bare feet as Ayen pushed smoothly inside.

"There," Ayen crowed, as his hips came to rest against the Human's cheeks. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Rolf groaned wordlessly, and June leaned over him to look.

"Wooooooow," she said distantly, as she stared down at his reddened ring. Ayen indulged in a lengthy stare at her pert breasts and tender, pink nipples, but his cock ached to thrust. "Oh tadpole, you should see this. It's incredible!"

"Would you like to help, dear one?" Ayen couldn't resist playing up the dialogue, and June couldn't agree to help fast enough. "Grab his cheeks there and there, and spread them gently." Her eyes lit up as she stared down, and Ayen savored that first pull back from the hilt. Rolf cried out as he started pushing again. "Gently, my dear."

June nodded absently; her eyes were locked, absolutely, on the stretched ring of her lover. Every time he moaned, she moaned with him. Every time Ayen pushed in, her eyes widened in wonder like a child witnessing a magical disappearing act.

"It feeee-oh Gods!- ...feels like you're... like you're..."

"Yes," Ayen boomed, although he knew he was losing some of his showiness.

"...in my stomach," Rolf finally finished.

"I may be gifted," Ayen grunted, "but even I'm not that gifted."

"Ooooh fuuuuck," Rofl moaned, as Ayen sped up. "Oh Fuck."

Ayen pressed a finger underneath June's chin, and lifted her awe-struck face to his. She tasted like raspberries. "Were this... any other day," he said, regaining a little composure, "I would ravish you properly, next." June whimpered happily, and he kissed her again. He had to switch his rhythm to stay still enough to be kissed, using his hands to pull and push Rolf backward and forward. To his delight, he didn't have to pull and push very hard; Rolf was doing half the work on his own.

He had to break the kiss moments later. His hips would not be denied. He roared as he felt his loins clenching in anticipation. Faster and faster, he pounded. June fell away beside him and touched herself again, her soft whimpers decorating the air. Faster and faster. Rolf screamed again, his hole tightening viciously around Ayen's girth. Faster and faster. Ayen's mind raced, as he drew near for an appropriately God-like reaction to orgasm, but as the moment arrived and he threw back his head, all he could come up with was "Excelsior!"

"Ohmygods," June whined. Schlick-schlick. "Ohmygods! OhMyGods!" Her small voiced thinned and thinned and her thighs clamped together tightly, hiding everything below the wrist. Rolf heaved, his throat raspy.

"This burden is not on him alone," Ayen said raggedly, knowing full well he'd lost the tone. Neither of them seemed to notice or care. "My heir will exact a great toll on his body. He won't appear pregnant as a woman does, but he'll need constant sex to ease the pressure." Rolf slumped forward into the grass. Ayen couldn't help tilting his head to stare down into the cum-leaking gape in the Human's backside, and smirking. "Whelp, gotta go. Important God business to attend to."

"Thank you, great Lord of Wood!" June's tired voice followed him as he strode, on wobbly legs, toward the edge of the clearing. "Thank you for this blessing!"

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"I smell Bard," Val grumbled.

Mathilda leaned toward the redhead, sniffed, and shrugged. "Smells fine to me. Tha' a body wash, lass?"

"Essence of passion lotus," Ivy said, beaming.

" 'at's nice."

"Not her," the big Orc grumbled. "I'm smelling..." Val took another whiff, and her lips twisted. "...rosin."

"Don't tha' comes from pine trees?"

"Which there aren't a lot of here in the south," Val turned and shouted. "Are we all on the same page now?!"

"No' even close, lass." Mathilda didn't back down a hair. "What's tha' concern? Tha' they'll sing us to death?"

"I'd have thought we'd be natural allies on this, Tilly. They're probably hiding in the trees!"

Mathilda fumed; the leather grip of her hammer creaked inside her whitened fist. "Wha' did you call meh?" Val took a step closer to the Dwarf, who was not perturbed in the least that she was looking practically straight up. "My people carve out mountains fer breakfast. Wha' makes you think yer any dif'rent?"

"Aren't you going to do something?" Ivy whispered.

"One of 'em is about to take the other one down a peg," Katsa replied, her arms folded defensively across her small chest. "I'm fine with it either way."

Without looking away, Mathilda asked, "Can tha' book resolve disputes?"

"How many times do I have to explain this?!" the Arcanist screeched.

"134," Ivy said, pulling out her notebook.

"Meister Eu'Vitreo's Compendium on transmorphic multidimensional field theory is..."

"Nobody cares!" the Dwarf roared.

"...is a groundbreaking and exceedingly rare-"

"Kat!" Val cried. "Shut up!"

Katsa bristled, her ire pulsing in time with a rhythmic thudding in her ears. She began mentally preparing a blistering response, but... Val and Mathilda's eyes were tight with strain. Neither had broken their stare, but it was clear they both wanted to.

Dum dum. Dum dum. Ivy turned and peered into the forest behind her. Dum dum. Dum dum.

It wasn't pounding or thudding. Someone... Many someones... were all saying, "Dum dum. Dum dum," together.

Val looked away first, and growled deep in her throat. "Bards."

From behind trees and bushes, in front of them and to either side of the path, they appeared. At least thirty strong, armed with an assortment of bows and crossbows, all chanting "Dum dum. Dum dum." Nine more traipsed, traipsed!, across the footpath ahead in lock step.

"Weeeell," sang the first three.

"By Rhogan, are they mad?"

"Weeeell," sang the second three, exactly two notes higher.

"Weeeell," sang the last, three and a half notes above the second.

"Weeeell," all nine repeated, forming a perfect three-part harmony.

"This is a nightmare," Val said hoarsely. "I'm asleep, and this is a nightmare."

That's when the singing and choreographed dancing began.

"Roses are red
and Dandelions yellow.
If you came seeking violence
You found the right fellows!"

All thirty of them bopped and spun and shimmied and wiggled in perfect unison. Ivy gleefully clapped along to the beat, eyes full of wonder, as the show unfolded. Katsa stared slack-jawed, finding she-couldn't-tell-how-many more swaying on or swinging from branches above. That many more weapons pointed, ostensibly, at them. Val's arm moved slowly toward the knives she kept along her belt.

"Don't," Mathilda said, grabbing the green-skinned wrist.

"We're a right nasty bunch (so don't even try it!)
We'll hack off your leg and deep fry it!"

"Why not?" Val snarled.

"Ooooh, We are the meanest! A real gang of thugs!
Just ask the man playing the jugs!"

A one-legged man, sitting on a stump in the back, shrugged and nodded. Ivy squealed with glee.

"D'ye want yer first real decision while yer in charge to be a bloodbath?" The Dwarf grinned. "S'abit cliche, innit? An Orc resortin' ta violence at tha drop of'a hat?" Veins burst from Val's neck and forehead as she struggled to contain herself.

"On your left! On your right! We are all around!
In no time at all, we will have you bound!
Your corpse, in a hole where you'll never be found!
Unless, from your pockets, you hand over crowns!"

"Gold, that is," sang a particularly deep-voiced fellow as he appeared on the path behind them. "Yellow oil. Lannister G."

Dozens of them skipped, skipped!, in two circles, one moving clockwise inside another moving counterclockwise, singing "Please drop your weapons!" in a continuous two-part round. Mathilda couldn't stop herself from laughing; in part, at Val's attempts to refrain from spectacular violence, and in part at the sheer absurdity of her surroundings. Ivy cheered enthusiastically.

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"Gold, that is," Ivy sang, as she snapped her fingers happily. "Yellow Oil." She smiled again and scribbled in her notebook. "Lannister-"

"Shut Up!" Val roared. The big Orc paced frantically.

Mathilda, laying on her back in the corner of their small cage, peeked an eye open. "Don' take it pers'nally, lass. She's no' mad at you."

"Yer right!" she shouted, pointing. "I'm pissed at you!"

The Dwarf snorted and resettled herself in the grass. "Oh ya. This is my fault."

"If you hadn't stopped me-"

"If Ah hadn't stopped ya," Mathilda snapped, "those two'd be dead. Maybe me too. That sound like a win by yer reckonin'?"

"Yeah, because of course a bunch of bards know how to shoot a bow."

The Healer sat up and frowned. "Why do ye think ya smelled rosin? Hmm? Protects tha strings, dunnit?" she asked, turning to Ivy. "Helps'm stay nice an' taut?"

"Um-" Ivy started, but Mathilda went right on past her.

"I di'nt see any a'them with their arrows loaded backwards, did you?"

"So they must be master criminals!" Val ranted. "And crack shots!"

"They're still bards," Mathilda scoffed, as she laid back down. "No offense."

"None taken," Ivy said brightly, if a bit unsure why she would be offended.

"Tha diff'rence," she continued, as she tried to get comfortable again, "issat Ah'm willin' to wait til they show me how they're incompetent b'fore Ah act onnit."

"Prisoners!" Everyone turned as a small group of their captors, bows in hand, approached the door to their poorly-cobbled wooden cage. The speaker, wearing a jaunty feathered cap, smirked maliciously. "Interrogation time! Who's first?"

"See?" Mathilda interlaced her fingers behind her head and smiled upwards. "Matter'a time."

"We'll start with the Orcess."

Continued in Chapter 5 - Part 3

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