Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2011 08:58:33 -0700 (PDT) From: D.O. Subject: Bragenhos Saga 2 - Breed Mage (Gay, Sci-Fi/Fantasy) Bragenhos Saga -- Breed Mage By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/ This story takes place within the world of Bragenhos, a fantastical land filled with dark magics, knights, orcs, elves, violence and death. Please see my previous tales set in this realm, The Tavern and King's Gambit. Zhakul looked with disdain at the elf bitch before him. He hated the elves, almost as much as he hated the humans, but he was in need of their elvish magic at the moment. He had consulted with his tribe's shaman on the possibilities of breeding his jhuu-lia, Luka. Kathtar the Wise had informed him that although he knew of such magics, they were beyond him and the warlord would need an elf mage to perform the ritual. And so here he sat with Lassathan, the elf whom he hoped could allow him to plant his seed in his boy-wife. Lassathan smiled slightly underneath the drawn hood of her cloak, aware of the orc lord's hatred of elves and even greater distrust of their magic. When she spoke, it was in a hushed tone, even of voice. "So Torgan, you need elvish mystics to help you breed a human boy, your new jhuu-lia, I presume?" She emphasized his first name, knowing that no one called him by it and for an outsider to do so was generally considered disrespectful in orcish culture. She knew the dangers of crossing him, but could not resist needling him, just a little. "Can your own magi not perform this feat?" The orc studied the elf wench for a bit before replying in his typical gravelly-throated voice. "You know, elf witch, you might consider being more polite to me. It would be a shame for anything to happen to you on your trip home..." He left the clear threat hanging out there. Lassathan looked at him and laughed. "Ha, oh Warchief! You flatter yourself and your guards. We both know if I need to, I can kill every one of you in the bat of an eyelash. Besides......you need me for your little perversion you wish to undertake. I doubt you'll really want to kill me. At least not yet, right?" "And you flatter yourself, witch. Do you really think I would expose myself to you without the proper...... protections? My magi have assured me, you can do no harm to me within this encampment. Or shall we test the veracity of their word to me?" Zhakul eyed the elf with an evil glint, self-assuredness etched across his face. "Shall we discuss our business?" He knew his gold may not be enough to convince her, but he had another reason for her, one that he suspected she may not be able to resist. Lassathan looked around, not convinced of the presence of anti-magics in the area. But she let it slide. Her svelte figure hid the fact that she was also extremely fleet of foot and excellent with a blade. If trouble arose, she would do major damage to any enemies. "Yes, mighty Torgan. Of course we should get down to the trade at hand. Now why in the world do you believe that I would help you do such a despicable thing to a young boy? We elves are allies of the humans." Again she called him by his first name, enjoying it as he flinched almost imperceptibly. His eyes burrowed into her with almost overwhelming hatred, but he was able to calm himself and continue on with their talk. "Well, I had planned to pay you handsomely. Say, five hundred gold?" Zhakul saw her very slight reaction through the narrowed slits of his eyes. Lassathan replied in a careful and measured tone. "Now five hundred is certainly a seemingly generous offer. But why Warchief, would I even think of casting this ritual, this dark magic for a mere five hundred gold when it seems as though it's important enough to you to be worth twice that? Even three times that." Zhakul smiled a toothy grin that many would find repulsive and frightening. Lassathan was not easily frightened though. The orc responded to her question. "Because the boy I have taken as my jhuu-lia and wish to breed with is Luka, son of Kresimir of River's End......that's why..." He laughed heartily as Lassathan stood up rapidly, pounding her fist on the table next to her angrily. "Ha, ha, ha! I thought that might get a rise out you, witch!" "As loathsome as I find you, orc, I have long held the direst of abhorrence for King Kresimir. Of course you know this. He...he is no ally of mine." She was almost shaking as she spoke, her hatred showing itself plainly. "He betrayed my family, my father. I would crawl over broken glass to the ends of the realm just to make him suffer..." The thought of Kresimir seeing his son's abdomen swollen with a half-breed orc brat and the embarrassment it would bring to their clan was outlandishly satisfying in her mind. Lassathan looked at the orc lord now with some level of admiration in her eyes. "Very clever, Zhakul. You knew I would never be able to resist such an offer... Very well, five hundred gold it is. I am indeed capable of casting this spell you seek. I will serve you as breed mage, for a time, Warchief." She paused, just for a moment. "I might have helped you for free..." They both chuckled a bit, the black humor of the situation reaching past even old blood feuds. "I am aware of that, Lassathan. But I thought to be sporting and offer gold as well as revenge. Heh, heh... With your aid I will fuck and seed the royal boy-bitch and then march him past his proud old fuck of a kingly father, with orc spawn stretching his belly. How I long to rub the king's nose in my ownership of his lad's bred shithole. Heh, heh, heh..." Zhakul stood before the altar in the woods near his encampment which Lassathan had prepared. He was completely naked, his black chiseled physique glistening in the moonlight. His cock hung limp down his thigh, still, but seemingly ready to stir. His jhuu-lia, the young royal lad Luka, lay tied and gagged, strapped to the altar. He was face up and tied with his legs pushed back against his chest, connected to his wrists and the rope looped behind his neck, waiting for his new orc husband to impregnate him. He was fully exposed and looked to be in extreme discomfort. Zhakul looked down at his boy-wife and chuckled. He could see the fear in the boy's eyes, fear of the unknown. "Aahh, my little Luka. Pretty Luka. Are you ready for the ultimate honor? Lassathan has generously agreed to help me in my quest to impregnate a boy with my seed. That boy is you, my sweetling. After I breed you, you will feel my orc runt grow inside your belly and experience the pain of childbirth. Heh, heh. Your father will hate you more than he already does, and I will own his allegiance, by owning your body. When the time comes and you are ripe, you will birth my offspring through your shitter...... The pain should be...well it will be painful, I'm certain..." Zhakul loved the fevered look of alarm that crossed the boy's features as he realized what was in store for him. Lassathan got to work, pouring a line of crushed flowers and herbs in a circle around the altar. With but a few incantations, all was ready. She had explained to Zhakul that the child would be a half-breed, taking on characteristics of both species. The preparation process had been short and painless. "Now Zhakul, you may mount and impregnate the boy. Just make certain to spill all of your seed as deep inside him as you can; it will assist in the impregnating as it will make certain the seed is saturated in his......womb." She spoke the words distastefully, as if they tasted bitter. She hated this... and yet, here she was a willing participant and enabler. Zhakul chuckled a little and began to stroke himself to hardness. He ran his hands up and down the thick piece of black meat that hung between his thighs. "Heh, heh. Normally I have Luka to do this, but I guess he has other things to deal with. I'll have to arouse myself. Just thinking about being inside your pretty little pussy is doing it for me, jhuu-lia. Soon......you will carry my bastard in you." It was true, as Zhakul's cock soon rose to full erection, sprouting from his crotch proudly. "Soon, jhuu-lia, soon. I will breed you and make you no better than a female." He spat, but turned and grinned his toothy, humorless smile at Lassathan. "You can watch me fuck my bitch, if you want......witch." He spat on his cock, rubbing the viscous fluid all over his shaft. Then he pressed up to Luka's pucker, the hole he had been in so many times, and yet he found this time to feel almost like the first all over again. With a single hard thrust, he was in the boy, sinking into that soft and gripping flesh. It felt like nothing he had ever felt. And then, Zhakul's animal instincts took over and he was nothing more than a beast, desperately attempting to propagate his species. Luka's back arched and he screamed a muffle cry around his gag. Zhakul cared not. He fucked and fucked and fucked. He was a blur in impulsive movement as his cock was caressed by the amazingly soft lining of his jhuu-lia's accommodating guts. He wanted nothing, needed nothing but to cum up the boy's shitter, a deed he had done so many times he had lost count. But he wanted it more this time, and he didn't know why. He could scarcely think and his eyes had glazed over from the pleasure. Luka had stopped struggling and now Zhakul simply plowed into him, jamming his cock in again and again. And then it happened. "GODS YES! GRRRRR FUUUUUCK! GOING...TO....CUUUUUUUUUM!!" He ground himself into the boy's guts as far as he could go and then tightened up like a wound knot. That second of build-up was followed by a wave of rapture, and Zhakul felt his knees go weak as his entire body relaxed and he emptied himself into his jhuu-lia. He looked down at Luka and realized the boy was crying; no matter. He had achieved his ends. Now they would wait. Six months later, Zhakul found himself looking down at Luka. The boy was lying on the bed but it was easy to make out the swell beneath his gown. He was with child, very clearly. The Warchief smiled at his handiwork as he ran his hand over the pregnancy bump. He laughed, mirthless and full of evil intent. "Soon boy, I will flaunt your fullness before your father and you both will know true shame... Heh, heh, heh..." Best, D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/