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Nec's Castle: Part 3

Arick walked into the forest’s open meadow dotted with several shallow pools. Orcs randomly stood ankle deep in water, some faced the sun, others faced away. Wherever the sun touched their skin was brilliant green.

Orcs were food dispensers, according to Strong. Since they required water, soil, and plenty of sunlight, St. Nec granted us access to a part of his castle that’s a forest. He felt it was a perfect place for the orcs. It had the added benefit St. Nec didn’t have to see naked orcs in the busier areas of his castle. He asked Strong to work on a solution that wouldn’t interfere with their light gathering and the answer was to grow orcs’ pubic hair to be as long and thick as a horse's tail.

Thomas wanted to braid their hair. I wanted to see if they'd let him, Arick thought to himself.

“I don't know who made my brothers. We were what was left behind long before humans found this land. My restoration seemed to also restore forgotten knowledge. The nourishment mounts is a part of what was lost.” Strong thought to Thomas and me. In our connected minds we saw oddly shaped stones positioned at various places next to the orc pools. Some mounts were isolated while others were close to one another. Each were made of a collection of six stone forms, intricately carved symbols covered them.

An orc walked up a small ramp to two pillars about half the height of a man. It turned and stepped backward onto each pillar, feet and legs apart. On the right and left of the orc stood two tall stones angled toward it. The orc gripped them as it squatted, its backside faced a stone about as tall as the two stones the orc stood on.

“They don't make waste like other creatures. They make food. The bigger they are the better they are able to produce food.” An image of a young man dressed in breeches appeared on the stone behind the orc, his face not far from the its butt. His hand reached out to the orc’s low hanging dick.

“When starting, it's important to hold the penis. Don't squeeze and don't pull down unless you're ready to drink.”

The youth’s other hand was placed on the orc’s butt cheek. It squatted further down and the boy put his face up in-between its cheeks.

“Hand on their butt triggers the orc’s body to start. The position of the hand controls how it's made, as in flavor and texture. We'll practice in a bit.”

I directed my thoughts to Thomas. “You ought to paint a map on them once we learn it.”

“I bet the shifters will enjoy feeding from them and a map would be useful.” He thought back to me.

The boy removed his hand from the ass cheek. “Remember to take your hand off if you want a pause eating.”

“Can we control how much they make?” Thomas thought.

“After placing your hand on the cheek a light lick of the anus with just the tip of the tongue will produce a small amount of food. To increase volume, remove your hand then replace it, lick the entire anus, covering it with your tongue, and be sure your mouth covers the hole. Let's give it a try”

Strong set us down by two companion mounts. While I wasn't too sure about this Thomas seemed very interested. He took a seat right away at a stone seat. An orc closest to the him took up position like Strong had shown us.

Thomas took hold of its dick. The orc made a low sound making me flinch. Strong touched my shoulder.

“Pleasure,” Strong said.

I relaxed as Thomas went through the steps trying different hand positions on the orc’s ass. The orc varied the pitch of its low hum as Thomas’ hand moved.

“This is really good Arick,” he paused and looked over to me. “My favorite so far is crunchy and sweet. Strong, is drinking like eating with these guys?”

“Yes,” Strong replied.

“So pull then light contact with my mouth. Can flavor be changed?”

“Yes, parts of testicles, groin.”

Thomas looked seriously at the orc's dick and scrotum, then went at it.

“You try,” Strong gave me a small nudge.

Alright. Might as well... I hopped on top of the stone seat. A few seconds passed. None of the orcs close by seemed to take an interest. On the far side of the pool, I spotted what must be the tallest and biggest muscle bound orc of the bunch. Great, I thought, remembering all the orcs I had washed a couple of days ago. Hopefully he’s still clean.

It finally got to the platform and into position. The stones adjusted themselves to accommodate the large orc. The stone I was on rose to a position I could easily reach the orc. With a tentative inhale I was glad there was no smell. On a deeper breath I noticed an under note of honeysuckle.

I reached for the orc’s thick long penis. I gently touched its butt cheek, and he lowered further down toward me. The big orc started to make a deep hum that vibrated my stone. His pink orifice, surrounding with white flesh, waited. Drawing near, I was reminded of a hearth with something good cooking over its fire. Working up my courage, I lightly made contact with the slit, a small piece of something entered my mouth. It was glazed with a sweet bitter taste. Biting down it tasted of pork. I lifted my hand from his ass, kept my other hand holding his dick, and leaned back to see Thomas.

“Thomas, I think I found what you had earlier.”

Thomas paused and leaned back to look over at me. “Put your hand back where you just had it until your orc hums”

I did.

“Yes, that’s the same pitch my orc used as well.” Thomas smiled and got back to his face deep into his orc’s ass.

I got into it was zill this time too. Eventually I got full exploring different foods options until I began to wonder about the orcs. Do they have a language? Does this bother them?

Finishing up I took one last sip from the orc’s dick and hopped down from the stone.
My orc got up and walked over to me then picked me up. He was gentle like Strong.

His bright green eyes looked into mine, its large mouth formed into a smile and its ominous tusks didn't so threatening. He bent his head down toward me. I figured if he’s anything like Strong he’s probably wanting to talk. So I leaned in to touch my head with his.

“Little master, I want to thank you. You freed us from something we did not know we were trapped in.”

“Absolutely and thank you. That was the best lunch I ever had, and I got to play with a hot man’s equipment.” I was rewarded with a mental smile and a real hug from the orc. “Do you mind us doing that?" I asked.

“I found it to be very pleasurable, and it gives me purpose. I believe all my brothers will feel the same once they provide for another.”
It paused then asked, “I have a question for you. Do you think my brothers and I could mate with you?”

If he could sense my blush and shy smile, I’ve no idea. “I would love to do something for you and your brothers in return for what you will be giving us.” I hope the shaper can make that work thought to myself. Strong seems to think it can, and he’s bigger than any of the orcs I’ve seen so far.

Another mental smile of good feelings. “My brothers have agreed we will protect you and yours at night.” It thought, broke contact, then sat me down.

Strong was standing near us with sleeping Thomas in his arms. For once he was the one asleep and not me.

-<|>-

“Thank you for joining me Onuris,” St. Nec getting up from his table.

“How could I refuse an invitation to see your study,” I smiled, genuinely interested.

St. Nec smiled back. “I feel I know you well enough to say you prefer to get to business, so I’ll get to it. I would be appreciative that there are no official reports about the trio's orcs or the trio themselves reaching the king’s ears.”

“My lord, we share the same thoughts regarding that. If I may be allowed, I’ve heard you tolerate the king’s ambitions as long as they don’t conflict with a good conscience.”

“Yes, you heard right. The king leaves me alone most of the time and what I keep from him is the best for all of us. I do apologize that Strong has taken over your body shaper. Is there anything I can do?”

“No, my lord. Arick has agreed to service the men every five days. Rotating between shifters and mundanes. Strong is encouraging it to.”

“I’m happy to hear he is. I was hoping Strong be supportive.” St. Nec said returning to his table’s chair.”

“What is Strong?” I asked hoping I didn’t go to far with asking.

“He is unique. A product of death and soul magic. He hasn’t been with us for more than a week and he’s already caused changes. All because I was lonely.” He said. His eyes darted down to the floor for a moment then back up.

“My lord, I would be someone, if given an opportunity and the ability to fill your loneliness.” I said holding his eyes with mine.

“You are a man of talent and a person I would enjoy time with, if things were different.” He said with a fleeting smile.

“Maybe things might with what Strong is doing, one never knows.” I tried to believe what I said.

-<|>-

The orcs I've seen so far today were easy to braid. No matting or bad tangles, Thomas noted. To his side Greg held a horse's tail brush should it be needed. So far it hadn’t been.

Going on a hunch, he had asked his brother if they could have beads for the braiding, one of Greg’s fellow dead brought a large tray full of them. Since the orcs had no other areas of hair nor did they like to wear clothes, he figured they might like to express themselves with beads in their braid work. He was happy to see he was right and they were excited to ornament themselves, especially if it drew attention to their impressive cocks. After doing a few braids he noticed an added benefit. They made it easier for us when eating from them. Arick and him had both worried about pulling their pubic hair when reaching for their dicks. This way it was simple to bat the braid away from what we’re reaching for.

The bonfire burning in the center of the camp provided enough light for me to work. The orcs preferred night since they slept standing in the sun. Arick was busy caring for the orcs using the body shaper. He seemed to be enjoying it too. The orcs try to make it pleasant for him too. During a break he told me they were being a little mischievous. What gave them the ability to make food and drink also gave them the ability to produce huge amounts of semen, and they were letting it flow heavy for Arick. One after the other they flooded his guts and switch places with a different orc before the shaper modified itself to the current cock. He had some discomfort but since most had the same size dick there wasn’t much need for the shaper to modify him after adapting to one.

The orcs' alpha was also taking care to hold Arick while his brothers fucked him. He would move Arick into different positions so he wouldn't get tired of doing it the same way. Arick’s favorite position looked to be when he was able to suck on the alpha’s tusks.

An orc in front of me finished selecting beads he wanted when a perfectly formed little orc ran by laughing, chased by another tiny orc. They circled back around. I grabbed the tray to make sure it wouldn't be knocked to the ground with the camp table if they tipped it over. The two little guys began to squealed as they ran toward me and attached themselves to my legs.

“Uncle!” they said. Their little faces full of smiles.

I handed the tray to the big orc waiting for his braids. “Little ones.” I said picking both up. They gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then squirmed out of my arms, continuing their game of chase.

The orc placed the tray back on the small table then ponied up, impatient to get a his braids done before joining the others having a go with Arick.

“New start.” Strong's voice from behind me, catching me by surprise.

“How is that possible?” I asked while beginning a braid.

“Pools,” Strong replied.

“Like water plants? And talking too?”

“Yes. New will.”

I’ll need to let Arick know. He’ll be interested in if they need any particular care like a human child.

Finished with the impatient orc, the next one line stepped forward. I handed him a tray of beads.