The Great Orc - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Neh!" Iyana grunted. "My feet hurt!" She stopped walking and plopped down on a log, rubbing her foot through her strappy sandals.

"Just keep walking." Garah sighed. "We can rest when we get to the next town."

"It shouldn't be far now." Jhase added, shielding his eyes and looking off at the horizon. "Maybe another hour at most."

"Would either of you carry me?"

"We've all been walking for hours, you can make it one more."

Iyana scowled at her traveling companion then looked to Jhase for support.

"Jhase?"

The monk shook his head.

"Ugh!" She huffed indignantly and stood up. "Fine, let's keep going, but we're staying an extra day to relax."

"Fine." Garah nodded.

The trio continued trekking through the sparse forest land as the sun hung high in the sky, bearing down uncomfortably through the thin foliage. The three travelers met little resistance on their way, other than the sun, and uneven terrain that wore out boot soles and legs at the same rate. Forty minutes into the hike, both Garah and Jhase were starting to feel Iyana's discomfort.

When they finally came upon the town, it was not quite as inviting as they might have hoped. A large wooden wall and imposing gate blocked the path. The cheerful sign hanging above the closed entrance read "Everdale", and seemed out of place, as armed guards patrolled the ramparts above.

"Hold there!" A male voice called down from the wall. "What business do you have here?"

"Just travelers." Garah called up. "Looking for lodging for the night."

There was a brief silence from above.

"You picked a bad day to pass through, traveler. Very well, open the gates!"

The huge wooden doors rolled open, and the trio entered a town just as warm and welcoming as the out of place sign had promised. Rustic cottages, a small but proud inn, and a few shops. Fresh faced villagers toned and tanned as farmers often are, pens of sheep and small fields of crops. Certainly not the kind of place guarded by such a wall.

"Ho there."

The trio turned to see an older man with weathered skin.

He walked up and nodded. "I am Heldrin, Captain of the Guard here at Everdale."

He wasn't a particularly tall man, but far from short. His hair was tied back into a short pony tail, a noble shade of brown dulled with encroaching grey. He wore a blue uniform with gold trim, strapped with simple steel armor plates to protect vital areas. Most notable was his left arm, which was little more than a stump attached to the shoulder. The sleeve was tied and tucked into the slightly useless shoulder guard.

"May I get your names?" he asked.

"I'm Garah." Garah said, stepping forward and tapping his chest respectfully. "And they are Jhase and Iyana."

"Hmm." Heldrin grunted, looking the trio up and down. "And odd little band, but as long as your coin is good, you're welcome in Everdale."

"It's quite an impressive wall you have." Jhase pointed with his chin as he examined the structure.

"Aye." The guard captain nodded. "Little good it does us though." He sighed and looked off into the distance. "I recommend you find your way to Swallow's Rest and call it an early night. This isn't a day you want to be on the streets at sundown."

"Why not?" Iyana asked.

Heldrin turned to the blue-haired half elf and raised his eyebrows.

"Orcs, ma'am."

"This town has trouble with orcs?" Garah asked, brow furrowing.

"Aye, you could say that." Heldrin frowned. "We didn't used to, the wall kept them out."

"So what happened?"

"It happened a few months back. Rumor has it, He came down from the north, a great bull of an orc, and some dried old crone. They strong-armed the smaller clans into a proper army and have been giving us trouble ever since. We tried fighting 'em off, but it's easier to just pay them with livestock every month."

"Humph." Garah grunted. "We've had our run in with orcs before."

"So have I." Heldrin puffed out his chest a bit. "I was a solider before settlin' here. Killed more than my share of orcs." He tapped his stump. "I lost this arm to an orc. So it should tell you something that we're choosin' not to fight."

"Must be some fearsome orcs."

Heldrin shook his head. "The orcs in these parts have never been a problem. It's their leader."

"What's so special about him?" Iyana asked, looking around for a place to sit down.

"He's a monster." Heldrin shook his head. "Don't worry about him though. You look tired. Stop by the inn and have yourselves some rest. Our troubles don't need to be yours. Just stay inside when they come to collect, and you'll be fine." He turned to go.

"We could help you." Garah offered, stepping forward.

"I doubt it." Heldrin sighed. "Stop by the inn, have a few drinks and food. If you really want to help, don't do anything stupid." He walked off.

The three travelers exchanged looks and shrugged.

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The interior of the inn was as warm and welcoming as one could hope it to be, with stone floors, rich oak walls, a roaring hearth and a smiling barmaid to greet them at the door.

"Hello there." She curtsied. "Welcome to the Swallow's Rest Inn."

"Who is that?" came a male voice from another room.

"Customers!" she chirped in response.

"Ahh!"

A jolly, rotund man with a bushy beard sauntered out of an adjoining room and smiled at the trio. "Hello there, travelers. Please make yourselves at home." He gestured to the tables and chairs. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." He stepped behind the bar and tied on an apron. "If it's lodging or drink you're after, just talk to me, Dorian. If it's food or companionship, Anna there is your girl."

"Does she do massages?" Iyana asked, eyeing the pretty barmaid.

"Aye. That she does." The innkeeper responded.

Anna added, "I have been told my fingers have healing properties."

"Right..." Iyana turned to her companions and flashed them a curious look. "I think I'll have that. Don't wait up."

Anna gestured toward one of the back rooms. The pair disappeared, shutting the door behind them.

Garah and Jhase looked at each other and shrugged.

"Surely such strapping men as yourselves could do with some ale." The innkeeper offered. "Why not pull up a seat. Our drink is brewed with the finest berries in the forest. Sweet as a maiden's kiss. What do ya say?"

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"So..." Iyana spoke seductively, sitting down on the bed. "What was that you said about healing fingers?"

Anna smiled, stepping forward and offering her hands for inspection. "I've been told my touch can chase the woes away faster than a whole barrel of stiff drink."

"Good." Iyana smiled back and extended her left leg. "I've been walking all day and I could really go for some woe chasing."

"Will it just be the massage?" Anna asked, catching the devilish glint in the blue-haired woman's eye. "Or did you want a full companion?"

"Start with the massage." Iyana smirked. "See where it goes."

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"That's one ale for the gentleman, and..." The innkeeper tightened his lips. "Water for his companion."

Jhase accepted the cup of water, ignoring the judgement, and watched as Garah took a large swing of his ale.

"Hoo!" The brown haired warrior exclaimed, slamming his mug on the counter. "That is some strong stuff!"

"That it is." The innkeeper nodded. "Don't let the sweet taste fool you. This stuff could take the green off an orc."

"You aren't kidding." Garah took another swallow and shook his head. "Feel like I just got kicked by a mule."

"Speaking of orcs." Jhase cut in. "I hear this town might have a problem with them."

"Ah." Dorian nodded. "You must have had a talk with our good Captain Heldrin."

"Yeah, on our way in." Garah downed the rest of his drink, closing his eyes and giving his head a shake. "Oof. Yeah, we were kind of wondering about that."

"What do you want to hear?" Dorian picked up a glass and began to clean it with a rag. "You want what I know for sure, or rumors?"

"Whichever you think is most true."

Dorian chuckled at Garah. "I like you. Here." He slammed another mug of ale down. "On the house."

"If you would please, sir." Jhase asked, desperate not to get sidetracked by more talk of drink. "I am quite curious about these orcs."

"Ah, well so am I, to be honest." Dorian picked up Garah's first empty mug and began to wipe it down. "Well, if you spoke with the captain, he probably told you we haven't always had trouble with the orcs, and that's true. This forest has had orcs since long before anyone I knew was ever here. They aren't the biggest orcs you've ever seen, so never really a problem. The walls kept them out, and sure, occasionally they'd ambush a trader here and there, but that was just how things were. Some places you worry about the wolves. Here it's orcs." He shrugged. "Anyway, few months back, we got word of a nasty pair of orcs that have been causing trouble up north. Naturally we didn't think much of it, and just assumed it was some of ours getting bold, but then rumors came floatin'. Apparently this one orc was bigger than any you ever saw, huge demon of a creature, with more scars than you can count, and a nasty streak. Said he was running with some shriveled old orc woman, one of them Seer's, I think they called her."

"Did they have names?"

"Yeah." He nodded at the monk. "Just as nasty as you'd expect from orcs too. The big one went by Gunag the Blood-Drinker, and his hag was Grizald or Grinwill, or something like that. Now folks 'round here weren't too worried. This isn't exactly the most orc fearin' town if you know what I mean. But thing was, as soon as these two showed up, well, it was like they set a fire under the rest of the orcs. What used to be a bunch of fractured tribes turned into an army, seemingly overnight, and they've been a right pain in the ass ever since."

"What about this leader of theirs?" Garah asked, setting down his mug. "Seemed like the captain is afraid of him."

"I should say so." Dorain shook his head sadly. "As soon as the orcs started getting a little too close for comfort, Captain Heldrin and twelve guardsmen went out to put them down. Only he and two of the men came back. I asked what happened. I mean, the orcs were never that bad before, and you know what he tells me? He says it wasn't even the normal orcs. That when he got there, the big guy ordered all his soldiers to stand down and let him face the guardsmen single-handed. Captain said he fought twelve men at once, and had ten dead in minutes. After that, apparently they turned tail and ran back here. Never seen crusty old Heldrin shake like that." He leaned in. "But it's what he said next that got me. You saw the arm stump, right? He's damn proud of it, and wears it like a badge. Proof he isn't afraid of no orcs. Well, when talking about this one, he told me: 'Dorian, I've never backed down from an orc in my life. I lost an arm to them and still managed to fight them. But Dorian,' he said to me ,'I'd rather feed that monster my good arm than ever have to cross steel with him again.'" The innkeeper leaned back, satisfied with his telling.

"Sounds like a fearsome orc." Jhase took a sip of his water.

"That he is. I've seen him twice, when he came through here to collect. There's a reason the captain calls him a bull, and it's not just 'cause he fights like one."

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"Ah!" Iyana moaned, as Anna's tongue brushed her nipple. "Keep going!"

Anna crawled up on the half-naked half elf, kissing across her bare chest. She licked Iyana's perky left nipple and began to suck it lightly while gently rubbing her other nipple.

Iyana let out another groan, and put a hand on the back of the barmaid's head. "I think I like your tongue better than your fingers." Iyana tilted Anna's head so they could make eye contact.

Anna smiled, and asked knowingly, "Did you have anywhere else for me to rub?".

"Yeah. I think you can guess."

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"So what do you think of his decision?"

"What decision do you mean, exactly?" Dorian finished polishing his glass and set it down, focusing his full attention on the monk.

"Your captain's decision to placate the orcs with livestock."

"Ah." The innkeeper shrugged. "Not really my place to say. I just pour the drinks, I wouldn't know the first thing about keeping a town safe. If Heldrin thinks bending over to the greenskins is better than fighting them, who am I to judge?"

"Well you can still have an opinion." Jhase sipped lightly at his water.

"Well... If you're going to push me..." He paused. "I really don't know. Doesn't seem like we are in a good place either way. If Heldrin thinks we can't fight them, then I know we can't. No sense getting killed. At the same time, we can't just keep paying them off like this. They're asking for sixteen head of sheep every month. I don't know if you got the sense walkin' in, but this isn't the biggest town, and animals only breed so fast. I give it another four months before we are going to be choosing between paying and eating." He sighed. "Still, if the best Heldrin can do is buy us a few months, we'll take it."

"Well." Garah straightened. "Sounds like you all could use some help."

Dorian looked the pair up and down. "You two have experience fighting orcs?"

"More than just orcs." Garah thumped his chest.

"Well I can't say just by looking at you two, but you got the spirit." Dorian chuckled. "Well if you want to lend a hand, then you should see if you can find Heldrin before the big nasties get here. I don't know if you're enough to fix our green problem, but it's always worth a try. I'm not looking forward to having to uproot my little pub."

"Well then." Garah gave Jhase a strong pat on the back. "Looks like we're going to fight orcs."

Jhase stood up and nodded. "Seems like."

Garah asked, "Should we go grab Iyana?"

"You can go." Jhase grimaced. "I'm not sure if she's, finished yet."

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Iyana arched her back and gripped the sheets.

"Oh! Oh gods! Right there!"

Anna let out a little giggle and continued licking.

Iyana twitched and mewled, bringing a hand around, to grab the back of the barmaid's head, and pushed her face deeper between the half elf's legs.

Anna continued licking, tongue expertly prodding and teasing at the soft flesh, extracting more moans and squeals. "Are you enjoying your massage, miss?" She teased, as her tongue circled the elven clitoris.

"Ahh!" Iyana moaned, pulling harder at the back of Anna's head. "Keep going!" She groaned louder, and gave a little spasm, expanding the damp spot her juices were leaving on the sheet.

The barmaid continued licking.

Iyana moaned louder and louder, gripped the sheets, bucking and twitching, and letting out small whimpers. The half elf bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her breathing as she neared her climax. "Oh gods! Right there! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She let out a wail, jerked with two hard twitches, and went limp, panting lightly.

Anna sat up and wiped her mouth. "Are you feeling more relaxed now?"

"Oh gods yes." Iyana smiled as she caught her breath, and lay with her eyes closed. "You shouldn't advertise your finger, that tongue is the magic."

"Will that be everything for you?"

Iyana flashed a feisty smile. "Not yet." She sat up and wrapped her arms around the barmaid's waist and turned, flipping her to the bed.

"Oh!" Anna squeaked in surprise.

The half elf pushed up Anna's dress and began to pull at her underwear. The undergarments came down, and Iyana began to rub at the barmaid's lovely sex.

"Hey Blue!" Garah burst through the door. "We gotta g--" He froze.

Anna yelped and rolled away, pushing down her dress to cover herself.

"Ugh!" Iyana growled. She stood and straightened her hair and clothes. "I was kind of, in the middle of something!"

"Sorry." Garah cowered. "I thought... you'd be done by now."

"Well, I guess I'm done now!" She complained. "What is it?"

"We're going to fight orcs."

"Well that was fast." Iyana shook her head. "We haven't even been here an hour, and they've hooked us into doing something dangerous. Is that a new record?"

"No clue." Garah shrugged.

The pair walked out to the bar, and tapped Jhase on the shoulder.

"Was it bad?" Jhase asked.

"He walked in on me about to go down on her!" Iyana barked.

Jhase cringed. "Did not need details! You could have just said yes."

"What do we owe you?" Garah turned to Dorian.

The bartender shook his head and put up a hand. "No need. You fix our orc problem, it saves me more money than your tab is worth." He chuckled. "And I suppose, if you fail, I can pick the coins off your dead bodies."

Continued in Chapter 2...

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