Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2018 03:04:40 +0200 From: poke dave Subject: The wanderer - chapter 3 Disclaimer: This story describes sexual acts between male protagonists in a fantasy universe. Characters may include male human or non-human characters, such as mythical, animalistic, fantasy or original creatures. Any resemblance to real or copyrighted characters are purely coincidental. If you enjoy the stories here on the nifty archive, consider making a donation to keep nifty operational. Also feel free to drop me an email at pokedaveslim@gmail.com with any comments, reviews, suggestions etc. Chapter 3 As I walked into the inn, some heads turned to see who entered. The music band stopped playing. One by one, the inngoers fell silent until everyone in the entire room just sat there staring at me incredulously, probably wondering what a naked boy could hope to find here. After a long moment of awkward silence, the innkeeper scraped his voice to ask: 'What are you looking for, boy.' 'I... Uhmm' 'That's not a boy anymore, look at that schlong between his legs. Must be here to show off'. ' Roars of laughter erupted from various tables as my face reddens in shame. ' What's up boy, yer tongue not as big as your cock? ' More laughter. Then a calm but strong voice with a thick unfamiliar accent spoke up from a table to the far right. 'Ah , there you are. We have been expecting you. Come here, we have much to discuss. ` The room fell silent. I turned to see three orcs sitting around a table. Two of them are huge hulking beasts with large tusks protruding from the corners of their mouths. Their bulging muscles and heavy weapons strapped to their loincloths (aside from shoes, their only garments) gave them a wildly menacing appearance. They looked me over before slipping a questioning look to the smaller orc sitting between them, but did not utter a word. The middle orc looks quite different. His tusks were smaller, his physique slim rather than bulky. He sat clad in a long silk gown and looked at me expectantly with kind warm eyes. The men quietly returned to their previous conversations, obviously not wanting to mess with any of the orcs' business. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I walked up to the table with a mix of relief and heartthrobbing fear of what may follow. 'Hello friend. My name is Gannarash, but please call me Gnash. What's your name?' His kind words and friendly demeanor instantly made me feel at ease. 'I'm Rey. Thanks for saving me from that awkward situation. Do you know me? I don't think we've met before. I just got here... To these lands.' 'A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rey. No, we haven't met before, but it seemed that you could use some assistance. I would not want to see you weeping. Heh. How about I buy you something to drink? It doesn't look like you have any money on you, so this one will be my treat.' Gnash gets me a beer as big and leads the conversation. As we drank, he talked to me about his home village, Grushnom, way out in the wildlands (out in the direction I came from, we determine) far away from any human settlements. His tribe was known for being the only orc tribe in the world able to wield magic. Orcs born with the gift are trained there until they come of age, in terms of magic aptitude, usually around the age of 21. Then they are dispatched to orc settlements around the world to serve as consul and court mage to the local warlords. I listened while I emptied my beer, which was soon replaced by another one. Then I told him my story, or at least most of it. That I didn't quite remember how I got here. I don't mention Kimchi, just that I woke up naked and alone, how I wandered around and that I encountered a man being chased by a demonic horde before arriving to Castor village. Gnash listened without interrupting, but when I described the demon, his face darkened. When I finished, he said:: 'This is ominous news. I sensed that the ancient beasts were awakening, but I had never imagined that they would be so close already. Based on your description, this must be Erudan's army.' He exchanged a glance with his guards. 'We need to make haste and inform to the alliance without delay. Let us have a good night's rest and depart early tomorrow morning. We are fortunate that you stumbled on to us, Rey. I will hire you a room for the night and we can talk more tomorrow, if you wish to join us on our way for a while'. I did not feel like being left with this uncouth bunch of men from earlier, so my choice was made quickly. I got a room next to the one where Gnash and his hulks stayed for the night and felt immensely thankful for a soft bed. The beer had made me groggy and I drifted off to sleep in no time. That was yesterday. Today, I wake up to the sound of my door opening. It's morning already. Gnash walks in with a loincloth and a pair of shoes in hand. 'This is the I could find for you today. I hope you do not mind continuing to travel half exposed with just a loincloth for the time being. Try them on and then we are ready to depart, if you still wish to join us.' 'Thank you, Gnash, for everything.' I jump out of bed to take the clothes before I realize that I have a serious case of morning wood. I start to blush as I notice Gnash's gaze lingering at my hardness. He seems lost in thought for a while - perhaps daydreaming about me? I know I wouldn't mind to get it on with him - until he snaps out of his reverie suddenly. I also seem to make out a slight blush on his soft green cheeks. He quickly hands me the clothes and leaves the room without another word. When I arrive outside, I overhear Gnash warning an older man, whom I assume to be the village elder, about the demon Erdman. That he should keep a watch out at all times so that they can evacuate when necessary. The old man clutches his hands: 'Can't you stay a little longer, Master? Keep us safe until the crops are harvested? Please, I beg of you'. Wow, Gnash seems to be held in very high esteem. It must be due to his being a mage. I wonder what magic could accomplish in this world; I haven't really seen it being cast yet, aside from Kimchi's shenanigans I suppose. Gnash spots me. 'I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that not even I can keep this village safe. Not if Erudan decides to attack. Just be vigilant and ready to flee at all times.' He walks over to me. 'The cloth suits you. I am happy that it does. Well, let us be on our way. Time is short.' Gnash leads the way. Our other two companions carry backpacks. I nickname them Chap and Chop. Chap carries a tent sail and tools for setting up a small camp, as well as a large warhammer. Chop is in charge of the supplies, and has a heavy battleaxe instead. I feel a bit guilty that I'm not pulling my own weight, but Gnash assures me that the two can manage perfectly. During our trek, Gnash told me some stories from his youth along the way. `It is a pleasure to have someone to converse with`, he had said. I could understand: I still haven't heard Chap and Chop utter a single word so far. 'Are they mute? ', I had asked him, gesturing towards the silent orcs. Chap couldn't help chuckling at my question. 'No, my companions are just practical. They will not speak if there is no necessity. They are trained that way, as bodyguards. It is not their job to converse'. 'But yours is?' 'We consuls are expected to handle most of the diplomacy for our warlords, so I suppose it is indeed necessary to train my tongue.' 'Sounds great. You know, a trained tongue can do more than talk', I cheekily interjected. 'I am under the impression that you have experience in this matter' he replied as he studied my face for my reaction. I blushed again, caught by my own words into making the confession that I had attempted to get out of Gnash. `Not really, I could use some more practice I guess.' A twinkle in his eyes showed me that he was amused, but Gnash did not comment on the matter any further, instead moving on to more mundane topics and teaching me about some useful plants along the way and such. Now we are about to have lunch, which consists of some meat they brought, still fresh and raw. It will have to be cooked. `I would like like to try an experiment with you, Rey. Have you ever used magic? ` ' Magic? No, I can't do magic.' `Let us verify. We have two piles of twigs and hay here. I will set the first one alight and you will attempt to ignite the second one. Focus your mind, try to imagine the twigs burning in a bright fire. See the flame burn in your eyelids, and push it outward. It may help to make an assisting movement with your hands to help you imagine the flame moving from your mind unto the pile. Like this.' Gnash makes a gentle pushing motion with his hand and his pile catches fire. He then moves his hands upwards to make the flame grow higher and warmer. `Cool! Let me give it a shot.' I clear my mind and think of fire. I envelop my mind in heat until I start sweating, and gently push out with my hands. Nothing happens. I push farther and farther, until the tip of my finger touches a straw and it suddenly alights. I feel the energy quickly discharging from my body, as the fire starts blazing and erupts into an uncontained inferno. Gnash steps back just in time to avoid being hit by a lashing flame. He makes a downward movement with his hands and contains the fire in a matter of seconds. Phew, I almost thought I'd started a wildfire. `I had a feeling that you possessed a strong source of magic. A mage can sense it in others. This is beyond what most apprentices can do. But you may have noticed that power is not everything. Restraint is equally important. I will have to invent some training for you. But for now, let's eat. ' We roast our meat and some nuts over the fire. We are in a hurry, however, and leave without much rest. Gnash is more silent for the rest of the day, possibly coming up with a training regime for my magic. I couldn't believe it! Magic! Me? I wondered what else magic could do, but it didn't seem like I would get any answers today. A few hours later, the once clear blue sky darkens. Not only is the sun setting, but clouds appear in the horizon as well. Raindrops start to trickle from the sky. 'There is going to be a thunderstorm. We must set up camp. And take care to moor the tent deeply against the wind.' Without further ado, Chap and Chop start setting up the tent. They smash the picks into the ground with their heavy weapons, until the sails are held tightly together. By the time they are done, the rain has become a torriental downpour. My hair and loincloth are soaked. So is Gnash's dress. We head inside the tent which turns out not to be the most spacious accommodation. The orcs take out three sleeping bags. Chap and Chop place theirs to the left and right side of the tents, and lay the third one in the middle. I take off my loincloth and shoes before sitting down, not wanting to soak our beds. They'd seen me naked already anyway, so I am sure that this wouldn't be a problem. I watch Gnash hesitating for a moment before he undresses as well. As he slowly pulls his tunic over his head, my eyes greedily take in the smooth green body that is being revealed bit by bit. First the strong, slim legs. I have to restrain myself from caressing them. Unfortunately, his waist is still covered with a loincloth. Then, the tight hairless stomach. Again, I fight the urge to trace his very visible V-shaped abs with my fingers. Next is a smooth chest and large, dark nipples. And finally the supple neck that just seems to be begging for a slobbery kiss. Before he pulls the tunic off his face, I quickly scramble down into the cover of the sleeping bag to hide my now throbbing hard-on. `Well, well. Looks like you have decided to claim my bed.` Gnash muses. `Oh sorry. I should have asked of course . It's just... I don't think I would fit in together with one of the others. They're so big. But I can do without a sleeping bag if you mind. ` `Do not worry, friend. It will be too cold without decent cover. We will both fit inside.` Gnash closes the tent cover. I get a decent glimpse of his cloth-covered butt before the last of the light is shut out and the tent becomes completely dark. He crawls in next to me. It's a tight fit, and our sides press together as we lay on our backs. The monotonous tapping of the raindrops on the tent canvas reminds me of how exhausted I am. I am vaguely aware of Gnash stealthily removing his loincloth before my consciousness drifts off completely. *BOOM* I wake up to the sound of clouds colliding. A flash of lightning pierces my closed eyelids. I'm fully awake now. It's still pitch black inside, but lightning flashes illuminate the tent every few seconds. In the short burst of vision, I can make out Chop and Chap lying on either side, with their weapons clutched in hand resting on their stomachs. They and Gnash seem to be still asleep, all sleeping on their backs. The continuous loud thunderclaps fill me with a sense of fear and excitement, building up with each bang. The excitement develops into a sexual tension, my horniness greater than ever. *Boom* My cock twitches. *Flash* I move my hand down and accidentally brush over the side of Gnash's abdomen. A little bit lower. The back of my hand touches something hard. *Bang* I gasp as I realize it must be his dick. I can't control myself any longer and crawl on top of Gnash's body. *Flash* I catch a glimpse of that perfect body under my, as my fingers trace over it. I align my ass with his thick cock. *Bang* The noise makes me jump so that my hole presses onto his dickhead. It doesn't enter, I'm too tight and not lubed up. I've never been fucked before, but I need this so badly. *Flash I see Gnash watching me. He's awake. Hands press my face towards his gently into a tentative kiss. Lip on lip. Then the lips open and I push my tongue inside. The taste as I swirl around his tongue is intoxicating. At the same time, my ass humps his cock, sliding it between my cheeks. I'm in heaven. *Boom* Gnash moves his hands to my ass, massaging them and pushing them apart to allow his cock to slide over my taint. I want him inside so badly. He obviously wants it too, because moves his index finger towards his mouth and covers it in saliva. *Flash* I'm turned on even more from seeing him suckling on his finger. I take his hand and move it to my mouth instead, making sure that it is nice and wet. He moves to my ass again I slowly pushes the lubed finger inside. I moan softly. *Boom* My ass clenches from another jumpscare, and my moan ends in a whelp as I take it all the way in. It is much thicker than Kimchi's and it seems to fill me completely. He moves slowly in and out, in and out, in and out, quietly increasing his pace. *Flash* A look of lust on Gnash's face. My ass feels empty when the finger is moved back to his mouth. Then back to mine. Then to his cock to lube it up as well. I reach in for another kiss. This time, his tongue enters my mouth as he attacks my tongue, alternating between suction and swirling motions. All the while, I feel his hardness against my pucker with increasing pressure. *Bang* It pushes in past my sphincter muscle. It hurts somewhat as he sowly enters deeper, inch by inch. The walls of my colon yield to accommodate him. They get just enough time to adjust before Gnash starts to back out again and falls into a rhythmic thrusting motion over my prostate. My sweet spot is hit over and over and over again. My brains shuts down, unable to make sense of the ecstatic mix of pain and pleasure. My hands grip Gnash's firm body when he pushes in even deeper, passing my second sphincter muscle. His speed increases to a furious pistoning and his balls start to slap against my ass with each thrust. I'm moaning uncontrollably. My prostate swells as my orgasm nears, increasing my pleasure to unimagened heights. Soon my cock erupts. One, two, three, four shots fly into the air, hitting the tent canvas and plastering Gnash's face in my cum. He grunts as he starts to fill my hole with his. Shot five, six and seven of my orgasm land on his chest and abdomen, leaving a pool of it on his body. I feel his cock still twitching inside of me while his hot cum starts to already leak out of my stretched hole. So much for not soaking the tent... When our orgasms start to fade, I collapse on his body. I hug him tightly, smearing out the cum between our bodies. I feel so good and so tired. I don't even notice that the storm has ended and just fall asleep on top of Gnash's body, even before his cock has time to soften inside of me. No dream will be able to surpass the reality we had tonight. End of chapter 3 I hope you enjoyed this just as much as I did. Stay tuned for more!