Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2018 00:03:53 +0200 From: poke dave Subject: The wanderer - chapter 4 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, please 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 4 I wake up in the comfort of feeling Gnash's arms wrapped around me. The sun provides a sufficient amount of light to see the orc's handsome face in a deep, peaceful sleep. The small tusks look kind of cute on him. I'd enjoy watching him for a while, but wafts of morning breath invade my nostrils each time he exhales. And as much as I had loved the taste of his mouth while kissing last night, this was not quite the same. As I lift myself up, Gnash's dick slides out of my ass with a slight *plop*. Some cum gushes out of my still somewhat sore asshole, finally released. Dried semen had glued our chests and stomachs together and I had to struggle to get loose. Damn, what the hell had I gotten myself into last night. Don't get me wrong, I loved every moment of it and it was better than any first-time I could have imagined, but I just can't understand what had gotten into me. My thoughts are interrupted when I sense movement to my right. Chop puts on his loincloth, but not before he lets me peek at his huge tool with a wink. Wow, it must be almost twice the girth of Gnash's already thick cock, and longer as well. I shudder at the thought of the destruction it could cause to my ass. And what was that wink? I hope he doesn't think I'm interested in him. I need some time to recuperate, and besides... I think I might be in love. With Gnash. Perhaps it's the loss of virginity speaking, but in any case I feel like I have a meaningful connection with Gnash. Chop heads outside and speaks to me. That's right! It speaks! 'Me search breakfast. You help?' I guess his lack of speech may go hand in hand with a lack of grammar. Ah well, at least it's something. 'Yeah, that sounds good. I'll be with you in a minute.' I plant a kiss on Gnash's face before I leave. He wakes up and I tell him I'll go looking for some food and a place to wash. He caress my face softly with the back of his hand, making my heart flutter. 'Agreed. I will wait for you here. Do be careful, you never know what may be lurking around the corner.' 'I'll be fine. I have Chop with me too.' 'Chop?' 'Yeah, your guard with the battleaxe. I nicknamed them Chop and Chap.' 'Bwahaha. Fitting names. Fine, then. See if you can find me a handful of those gooseberries I showed you yesterday. I would be most grateful. They are told to stimulate the regeneration of certain... bodily fluids.' He winks at me and leans in for a last quick kiss before I head out. Chop leads the way through the light forest. We pick some berries and mushrooms along the way and store them in the pockets of our loincloths. We catch a pair of bunnies red-handed in the act of breeding along the way. I think Chop could've killed them with ease if he wanted to, but I suppose meat does not make the best breakfast. We find a small pond with clean, streaming water, to which I immediately undress and wade into the water, happy for an opportunity to wash the sticky cum off my body. I stick a finger up my ass to clean me in there as well. As I do so, I steal a glance at Chop, who is still standing on dry ground. 'Yup, he saw me' , I think embarrassedly. His eyes catches mine and hold me in a stare. At the same time he makes a show of removing his cloth. There is that huge slab of green meat again, obviously starting to chub up. Uh oh, I hope I didn't send off any wrong signals. 'Me see you take Master's small stick up ass last night. Me think you like try real big dick now. Make you feel more good.' No way. Nooo fucking way. He cannot be serious, I hope. I don't know much about orc relationships, but I am sure that Gnash would not approve of his guard making a pass at me after what we had shared last night. 'Look, man, you are a mighty fine orc and all but I do NOT want to have sex with you. Certainly not now. Please leave me alone, or I will tell Gnash and I know that he will not be happy.' 'Hmph. Maybe. But me think you want. When I done with you, you will like so much that you will not tell master. I make you mine. I be your master now.' Oh shit. After his speech he jumps into the water, hoists me over his shoulder with one arm and throws me onto the land. He towers over me, as holds me to the ground with one hand and uses the other to lift my ass up into position for his club of a cock. Saved by the bell. Or at least something like it. We hear loud screeches coming from the direction of our tent. Chop's demeanor shifts instantly. 'Follow' he mutters. We grab our things and hurry back to find the campsite enshrouded In a waft of black smoke. Uh oh. A feeling of nausea washes over me when I make out dozens of ugly gray, deformed bodies staining the ground. Clawlike hands and ugly faces with sharp teeth form their most striking features, aside from huge bruises and crushed body parts. Brains and blood are spattered all over the battlefield. They have obviously fallen to Chap's hammer. But Chap, too, has fallen, his body scratched open, while more of the hideous creatures are pulling his guts out of his stomach and shoving it in their mouths. Further ahead, Gnash is on his knees in the mud, panting in exhaustion. In front of him stands a demonic figure. Not Erudan, but something completely different. Its figure is humanoid, but its skin is vantablack. Like a dark hole, it seems to suck up any light that touches it, which makes it difficult to discern its exact features which seem to be shifting constantly. When the shapeless being starts to march closer to Gnash, Chop decides that he has to protect his master. 'Stay. Hide.' he whispers to me before leaping into the open. He is surprisingly fast for such a big guy. Swinging wildly with his battle axe, he slices through several of the gray monsters with ease as he makes his way toward the darkness. 'Big misssstake', it hisses. 'You are dead now.' One lightning fast punch pierces Chop's chest all the way through his back, pushing his heart out. He slumps down, instantly killed. Those creatures that are still alive run up to him and start feasting on the second orc's body as well. 'Anyone elssse coming?' he asks Gnash. A look of defeat is visible in his eyes. 'No. No... It was just the three of us. What... What will you do with me? `I would love to kill you. To sssuck your magic and your blood out of you until you are nothing but a shriveled sssack of dusst and bonessss. But the Lord of Carnage hasss other planss for you. I will take you to the forgotten sscity where He will have Hisss way with you.` Damnit, I wish I could do something but I have no weapon. And even then, I don't think I could have made much of a difference. But perhaps... I could start a fire for distraction! I channel my despair into a burning rage until I literally see fire in my eyes. One fast push sends it from my mind towards the ground, forming a barrier between Gnash and the shrouded figure. Yes! I did it! But my joy is short-lived because that thing just walks into the fire and absorbs it into his body without breaking a sweat. 'Well, well. Haven't you learned from your defeat, little orc? Your magic iss ussseless againssst me. It feedsss me. You will come with me, and you can do it the hard way, or the eassy way. Your choissce.' He had not noticed that it wasn't Gnash's magic but mine. Nonetheless, I have failed, and can do nothing but watch now. 'I.. No... This cannot be!' 'Fine, the hard way it issss. CAGE HIM! Sure enough, his minions bring along a cage on wheels and forcefully push Gnash inside, drawing some blood with their claws. They start leaving immediately and I can do nothing but watch my lover disappear into the distance. I decide to follow from a safe distance, after checking the camp for some leftover supplies. I also find a small hunting knife that I tuck away in my loincloth. The tracks left by the cage are hard to miss, so this should not be difficult even for an unskilled tracker as I. Perhaps, if I can follow them to this forgotten city, I might be able to find help and rescue Gnash before it is too late. Three days have passed and I am losing hope. These guys, they do not rest. They do not sleep. I'm not sure whether they even stop to eat. But I do need rest, sleep and food. Although I couldn't bring myself to actually sleep, I did need to take an occasional nap and some opportunities to eat, lagging further and further behind. Luckily, food was easy to come by. Fruits, greens and berries had become more sparce in this part of the forest, but for some reason I caught little animals in the act of breeding many times. It must be mating season. They were easy prey then, often too absorbed in their acts to even notice me creeping up on them. I had laughed when I noticed that one pair of squirrels I caught this way were both male. Although while cooking them, I felt a strange sort of connection to them leading to a twinge of sadness. I had no time for this kind of moral philosophy, however, and soon marched on with a full stomach. The trail leads me into an ever darkening forest. The ground beneath my feet has become a pitch black soil, mostly barren save for the gloomy trees whose canopy of droopy, ash-colored leaves keeps the sunlight out. An eerie atmosphere hangs around. I scare my wits out at the sudden sight of a an elderly woman who seems to have appeared out of thin air. Goddammit, Woman. Her hunched back, thin gray hair, wrinkled face and old - fashioned clothing cannot hide that she must have been a beauty in her prime - a great many years ago. 'Oh look, what have we here. A mighty strapping young lad, aren't you?' 'Eh, thank you lady. I...' She interrupts me abruptly: `You have strayed far from any town or road. But I came to warn you, child. Go no further. These woods are haunted and will not lead you where to you wish to go. Turn back, child` `I cannot go back. I have nowhere to go back to, anyway. I have to find my friend. He was taken by...` `Hush, child.` `I am NOT a child. ' I'm getting frustrated, not wanting to let Gnash go. `Oh, but when you are as old as I am, everyone is a child in comparison.` `Oh yeah, just how old are you, then? ` I think I sense a slight amusement in her voice as she replies: `That is no way to talk to your elders... Child. ` Ugh `But I am old enough to remember the last time demons roamed the land. It must be hundreds of years ago. Heed my warning. You are no match for the Lord of Carnage and his generals. And you will not find your friend in this forest.` With that, she walks away. `Wait, please... Tell me more!` But she does not. I decide that following her might not be a good idea. Neither would it be smart to follow the tracks into the forest probably, but I do it anyway. I am being hunted. I believe I've been wandering through the forest for more than a day, but it is hard to tell the time in here. Day or night, darkness is everlasting. I lost the track of the cage wagon barely an hour after I ignored the elderly lady's warning. I guess she was right after all, how could I be so stupid. I sensed that I was being watched and my suspicions were soon confirmed when some beast leapt at me. I managed to dodge and run, but it's been chasing me ever since. I didn't get a good look at it, just know that it is strong and fast. I haven't drank or eaten anything since then, I just kept running and have just about reached the last of my strength now. I hear the predator sniffing for my scent behind me. I can't last any longer. This is it. I collapse and fall face-down onto the ground in exhaustion. I'm conscious, but my body has given out on me. The rustling and sniffing sounds get closer, until all goes quiet. I sense the heat coming off the creature as it stands behind me. Five seconds pass. Then ten more seconds. I count the seconds out in my mind to distract me from my fear. Sixteen, seventeen eight... Shit! I feel something on my leg. Is it.. licking me? A soft, wet tongue laps my left leg, coating it in saliva as it slowly moves upwards. Despite my anguish and exhaustion, it feels ticklish to the point where I almost break up laughing. A furry leg brushes against mine. A paw pats my ass gently. Then, with one strong slash, sharp claws rip my loincloth to shreds. Auch! It scratched my ass cheeks and I'm sure it drew some blood, although the wound doesn't feel too deep. And there go my clothes. Again. The creature moves its tongue over the wounds, somewhat soothing my pain. After a minute or so of mixed feelings, suddenly the tongue hits my taint. All tickling and pain is instantly replaced by pleasure as the sensitive spot is flicked over by the velvet muscle. Damn, damn... here I am getting eaten out by some ferocious beast. Would it still eat me up afterwards? Oh fuck... This feels too good. The taste of my ass seems to satisfy the beast, for now. My ass is slobbered over and then the beast decides to step up its game a notch. It applies pressure on its tongue at my asscrack, trying to pry in. My body gives in to its secret desires against my will: It start to relax in order to allow the tongue to ease into me. I gasp as it digs deeper, until the creature's wet snout is lodged between my cheecks. The fur on its face adds a fantastic sensation to the experience. My body betrays me even more as my ass moves up and down, desperate to be fucked deeper. At the same time, my hard cock is stimulated by the movements, because it is wedged between the ground and my waist effectively fucking the ground. I'm leaking precum already. The tongue-fuck continues for an eternity, but every second is pleasure now. If this is how I die, I'll go out smiling. But this is not how I die. The beast retreats its tongue. I try to move my head around to get a look, but it growls out menacingly as I do so. I understand that I'm not allowed to look at it. It crawls onto my back, the heavy body pinning me down. Not that I have the strength to get up, but I guess it doesn't want to give me any chance to run before it's done with me. Its hot rod slides over my lower back. Completely different than Gnash's cock, it feels rather thin and slick. I have assumed that this is some kind of wolf that's harassing me, and its penis must be canine rather than human. I don't get much time to think it through before the big bad wolf repositions itself to line up with my asshole. I try to relax in order to minimize the expected pain, but that's difficult. In one hard push, it drives its penis in all the way to the hilt. Fucking hell, that hurts. Luckily it isn't that thick, but it is slightly longer than the other dick I had inside of me a few days ago. Thank God for the tongue-bath earlier, or I would have been ripped open. The wolf howls, claiming me as his. Wasting no time, he starts hammering my butt. Instead of long strokes, he moves rapidly in short bursts, trying to bury himself as deep in my ass as possible. I hear him panting and drops of saliva escape his mouth over my head, dripping in my hair. He must be close already, I hope. Just as I start to adjust and the pain turns into a pleasure sensation again, I feel his cock widening at the base. Soon it feels like a thickening over twice the girth of what is already inside is trying to squeeze into me. What the fuck is this? I try to get a look, but as I try turn my body a snarl, followed by a snap of his toothy jaws over my head remind me to just close my eyes and keep my face ahead. The knot moves up and increases the pressure on my hole. I scream out helplessly from the pain when it finally pops in through my sphincter. The wolf then immediately begins to cum. I feel spurts of searing hot semen coating my innards. It is lodged inside of me, with the wide knot keeping it inside of me like a plug. Instead of leaking out, his seed is fucked deeper inside of me while more and more keeps pouring from his dickhose. The wolf is still humping me as he cums and the plug moves deeper in, thrust by thrust. The pain is unbearable. My vision turns into a bright nothingness. I see only white. My consciousness fades. THIS is how I die. End of chapter 4 Wow, this became a rather long chapter with a very hefty ending. It's not the end of this story, so keep an eye out for the next chapter. As always, feel free to contact me at pokedaveslim@gmail.com with comments, suggestions or whatever. Peace out!