St. Nec's Castle: Part 2

Arick could not relax from all the intense lightning booms. He jumped at banging on the front door, now shut against the storm.

Onuris went to the door with a candle in hand. A figure stepped inside and into the candle light. Arick squinted to see who was let in. He covered his mouth to keep from crying out. A manes! Stories from his childhood was filled with horrors caused by the ghosts that walked in the bodies of evil dead men. From Onuris' lack of reaction to the thing there must not be much need to worry. Still a manes was unnerving.

"Arick, I've been called to the keep to check on someone needing help. I want you to come along."

"Um..." Arick opened his eyes wide and tilted his head to the thing twice.

"Oh, remember this is St. Nec's castle. This part of it is separate from castle keep. And I can see from your expression you may not know manes here differ greatly from what most people know. They're known as nobilis manes. St. Nec discovered a way for them to exist without being enslaved to a necromancer. Their touch still means death for most."

The thing nodded its head.

"Get dressed." Onurs said to Arick.

-<|>-

St. Nec's part of the castle was filled with warrior type manes. Everywhere he looked there was one or more nearby. Several times our original guide was replaced. The current guide showed us into a room with a large canopy bed. A massive beast like man stood by protecting a sleeping old man.

Onuris greeted it. "I've been called to check your friend."

"Why?" the beast said.

"Strong, the dead asked for him." A tall man walked into the room followed by someone around my age.

"I help," the beast growled.

"Yes, you are, but Onuris here is a good man. Can't you smell it?"

Onuris bowed to the tall man. "My Lord."

The beast inhaled then walked toward us following its nose. It bent down to Onuris. "Yes, good." Then its eyes widened and turned its head toward me. "One I like."

What? Strong pushed pass Onuris and pressed its nose into my neck. After a deep inhale it...it purred.

"Well, that's interesting. Is he wearing the body shaper?"

"Yes, St. Nec," Onuris said.

"Has he much experience with it?"

"Just mundanes so far my lord."

"Young man. He may be reacting to the device you wear. Would you mind if Strong becomes acquainted with you while Sir Onuris does his work with my friend? You'll be safe."

I hope my cheeks weren't too red. At least it's mostly dark in here. "I won't mind my lord."

"Strong. Treat this young man as you treated Gib. No mating yet."

"Yes. Like Gib. Not same. Almost." Strong said his nose still against my neck. Breath from his nostrils was hot.

"Almost?" St. Nec frowned.

Strong's breathing stopped. His large head moved away from me. I looked up at him and saw the beast man was intently looking at something. I turned to see what had his attention, it was the young man with long red hair. Suddenly I was picked up and held under Strong's right arm. His hand supported my chest, my pelvis rested on his forearm. He moved quickly to the red head, stepped around St. Nec. Like with me, he bent and put his nose right into the guy's neck.

"Like," Strong said.

"This is very surprising," St. Nec said. "Strong, please move your new friends away from the bed so I can see to Gib."

Strong moved us and sat down on the floor, legs crossed under him after knocking some chairs out of the way. I was on one thigh and the other guy was on the other. It smiled at me then smiled to the other. Both of us looked at each other wondering what was going on. He was surprised, and it looked to me a good amount of fear. I imagine he saw the same look on my face.

"I like," Strong said, lowered his head and both our foreheads touched either side of his temples.

Behind my closed eyes a warm presence formed. Its friendliness was felt immediately. A voice talked, picking words from my mind that sounded like Strong's deep voice.

"This is easier for me this way," Strong said.

I could sense the other kid's presence. Strong had stopped. I could tell his attention was somewhere else. So I directed my thoughts to the kid. "Hi, I'm Arick. I started work with the soldiers today. I'm new around here."

"Hi, I'm Thomas. New here myself as a guest and not sure why I am." He said kind of shy.

"The walking dead brought a present here for St. Nec. I want to see it." The beast man said and stood up.

-<|>-

Strong carried Thomas and me in his arms to outside the Keep. St. Nec and St. Gib insisted on following Strong's request that the three of us see to the four dozen unconscious orcs laid out on Bailey, St. Nec's side of the courtyard.

Thank the gods this was outside in the open or the smell would've been overwhelming, Arick thought.

Onuris had several of his shape shifting weremen help deal with moving the orcs' big bodies about while Thomas and I were given the task of giving the orcs a good wash. Strong though got pretty agitated at the soldiers sickly state. They looked fine to me, but Onuris confirmed they were weakened and will only get worse until temporally bound to an omega. Strong insisted that they be bound immediately.

A carriage step stool was brought for me to stand on facing Strong. Thomas was now cradled in both his arms. Strong's massive langot bulge was in my face. He stepped closer making my mouth and nose squish into it. I felt the bulge start to firm. Strong used his free hand to untucked the back of the loincloth wrap then freed the front. A penis the length of my upper body flopped down, a patchwork of different skin tones. It reached to Strong's knees. Scared at what I was to do with it, I glanced up to Strong's face. He smiled kindly and bent down. His head touched mine.

Do not worry. The shifters will draw strength from you to replace what they lost. I'm to give you nourishment. And when the time comes for us to mate the shaper will make it possible. Do not fear what you see. Strong's voice in my head said. He stood back up.

"Men, Arick has volunteered to be your packs' omega until there's no need for him to be," Onuris addressed what sound like a crowd of shifters. My nerves wouldn't allow me to turn around and look. "It's important you lick the stone on his back. If not the mating will won't take and you'll stay as you are and will get worse."

"I wanted to give you at least a night's rest before doing this. Strong is here and you're going to be fine," Onuris whispered in my ear.

I could sense light pressure on the shaper stone, then rough hands on my hips. Strong brought his semi erect penis to my lips. I reached it as he let go. His cock began to harden and a thick bead of translucent yellow formed at its tip. I brought the head to my mouth, and it tasted something like honey. As I swallowed warmth filled my throat. The man with hands on my hips entered. He was probably half in when I felt me anus ring clamp down tight on his shaft then tightened, stopping him. The man growled. His hands enlarged as his dick expanded. My ass ring expanded as well but kept a constant tight grip. He squeezed my ass cheeks. Claws pressed into my skin. My ring relaxed and let him until he was groining was flat against my butt. The ring once again clamped down hard, forcing him to stay where he was. I could feel my energy being taken by him. I sucked more on the opening of Strong's cock. Thick honey liquid filled me mouth, enough for me to swallow a mouth full. Warmth filled my body. The shifter shivered as he filled my guts deep with his seed. Several seconds passed and my ass released his flaccid dick.

This process repeated with each wereman late into the night. Throughout it Strong held Thomas in his arms. They kissed in a combination of Strong licking every inch of Thomas' face and neck and Thomas sucking Strong's large tongue.

Even though Strong kept my energy up I was exhausted mentally and sore from everything from today and into the early morning.

St. Nec said he would cast a shadow protection on the sleeping orcs while I got some rest. I was relieved it could be put off a little longer.

-<|>-

Thomas watched Arick sleep. His head rested heavily on Strong's chest, mouth close to his large nipple. They both had slept at either side of Strong, propped up on the length of his arms. Strong had made a nest of pillows in a corner of a room given to them in the keep.

He could tell Arick was worn out from the night before. It worried him that Arick had to be so involved with the men. It seemed not to bother him other than worrying if he was up to the task.

Greg was at the window, standing in the morning light. A fellow manes was with him. It was good to see he had a companion. Greg slowly walked over. He whispered, "St. Nec wishes the orcs be dealt with. He wants his Bailey free of sleeping orcs."

"Why were they even there?" Thomas replied.

"Several of our number are mages. One captured the orcs as a gift for St. Nec. His lordship decided that they would be best given to your triad. So didn't take care of them himself. He would have used them as ingredients for potent spell work."

"My triad?" Thomas wasn't sure what his brother meant.

Greg white glazed eyes looked at Strong then Arick.

Oh, I guess so, Thomas thought.

-<|>-

Thomas and Arick washed down the orcs. Each had a soapy scrub brush and a dutiful shifter close by with a pail of water to plash the orc when told.

Onuris smiled at how his weremen soldiers were treating Arick after the bonding. Every last one of them were brutish, hard, and cold but with Arick they were as soft and warm. They wanted to please him and Arick loved their attention. Thomas didn't seem to pay them any attention as long as they didn't touch Arick too much.

Strong stood at the sides of four rolls, 12 orcs to each roll, watching his two progress. His huge presence seemed to keep the weremen in check. He had only growled loudly once when one of the weremen touched Arick's backside.

He would need to make sure the weremen had a go with Arick at least once a week or the strength they gained will be gone. Plus, I don't think even Strong could keep the men in check if they go without ass for more than a week. Onuris chuckled to himself.

Looking back at Thomas, Onuris wondered why the two saints were so quick to allow Strong with the two youths. St. Nec seems to think Strong is a key to something that both he and St. Gib was not quite sure about.

Too bad St. Nec was a necromancer, Onuris thought with a sigh. He must be one of the sexiest men he had ever met.

-<|>-

"Thomas, that's the last one. Now what do we do?" Arick said while looking down at the final clean fresh smelling orc. If he ever had to scrub clean another orc's huge ass crack or armpits he would never be the same.

"We should go ask Strong, I guess. Glad this part is over with. Don't think I ever would of imagine needing to clean an orc's sheath, let alone 48 of them. I've seen it done with stallions but didn't know orcs had the same need." He looked at the heavy leather pouch he held, Thomas wondered why Strong had him collect their smegma beans.

They walked to Strong outside the rolls of sleeping orcs. "We're done cleaning," Arick told Strong.

Strong squatted down to their height. Took the pouch and emptied it into his hand then dropped the pouch. With brown smegma beans cupped in both his hands a faint gold light covered them and rose to form a ball. The beans seemed to melt becoming white and elongated into a rod about the length of an adult man's foot. With the rod in one hand he reached out and pulled me toward me.

"Turn round," Strong said to Arick. He looked at Strong puzzled, figuring out what he was asked to do. Once Arick was turned around Strong nudged him to bend over. He tapped the shaper on Arick's back twice with the smegma rod, he waited a moment then eased it gently into Arick's anus. Once it was all the way in he pulled Arick in next to me. He stood up, moving me and Arick one at a time so our backs were against his inner forearms and the back of our necks were supported by his hands. He leaned in as he brought us to his head. Our minds joined.

In the connection Thomas felt Arick's insides were tingling and Strong was excited to have part of his distant people rejoining him. I asked Strong about that. He said that he was many races of men. Orcs were a large portion of that.

"Arick, I will need to unlock the body shaper before I wake the orcs." Strong asked through our connection.

Arick and I must of both wondered how he knew to do that.

"Like many things, the knowledge I received when I was made regards this device," Strong said in our heads. "Once it's unlocked, it will become part of you and something you can talk with."

Arick worried, "Will I have to wear it forever."

"No. You can choose to removed it whenever you want but it will always be a part of you."

"This is still a better option for me than being on the street," Arick's thoughts turned brighter. I had to agree with him on that. Street life was hard. It had killed my brother.

Withdrawing his head, he whispered something. Arick floated out of Strong's arm, turned around, his back facing us then rose just above Strong's head. Arick's ass was in Strong's face and the shaper stone turned bright red. Strong began to rim Arick's asshole. Arick moaned as stone's light began to pulse to his heartbeat.

Strong pushed Arick floating toward the still sleeping orcs. At about the middle of them the stone flashed bright white then resumed its red heartbeat pulse. Arick's forward motion stopped. The stone flashed white again. Once green orcs became white as white translucent marble.

I flinched as the orcs' gave a loud deep guttural moan, worried they were about to wake up with Arick out there by himself. I relaxed once it was clear they were still unconscious. Watching the pale orcs in the red pulsing light I could see they were coming erect, rolls of huge upright cock. A flash of yellow the orcs moaned again. Seed began to stream from each orc to Arick, now in a fetal position. The stream ended and Arick floated back to us. Arick's body relaxed into Strong's arm. The stone stopped pulsing. Arick slept.

Strong snapped his fingers and for a moment all hell broke loose once the orcs woke. Gradually one by one a raging orc would catch a sniff of something then calm down looking for where the smell came from. After a while 48 powerful orcs surrounded Strong on their knees with dreamy looks on their face locked on sleeping Arick.

St. Nec's Castle: Part 2

To be continued...