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As rain poured down onto an old dirt road, a man in a light blue robe walked silently along. The robe's legs had a white pattern that tore through the fabric. It circled around the fabric as if it was binding the human inside.The hood concealed the human's face, and the icy white eyes that laid beneath. The man was young; at least in his early twenties.

Bracing himself from a tough gust that blew into his right side, the human looked to the source of the mighty wind to see flat plains. The short prairie grass blew along with the wind, as if alive. Small saplings, and trees that could withstand the gusts, and seasonal wildfires that spread across the Great Plains on dry seasons stood tall.

The natural beauty of the plans was breathtaking to say the least, and a mighty city on the opposite side of the large plains had the same effect on the man.

The massive city, with several enchantments that the mage could pick out on the walls, was Magerline, and was one of the biggest trading capitals of the continent of Terienth. Gleaming in the distance, Magerline was Terienth's economic gem, and the mage could pick out what looked like very small brown dots on the horizon.

The dots were caravan flags.

Distracted by the beautiful view of the prairie, the mage didn't realize that his hair was rising in his robe until it was too late.

A strike of lightning flew down close by, and hit the prairie ground in front of the mage, sending chunks of dirt flying in all directions. Ducking, and covering his ears from the bone shaking thunder that followed, the mage ran on the dirt path until he slipped on the slick ground, and slid down the grass. The grey sky that was once above him disappeared as he was engulfed by the large trees that now surrounded him. He could feel his speed picking up as his body started to roll, and he braced himself as he noticed a specific tree inching closer, and closer towards him. He collided with the trunk, his breath leaving him for a split second as he collected his thoughts.

Feeling his vision fade for a bit before coming back into focus, the human shook his head, and stood up. He cursed quietly to himself before standing up on the muddy ground. Taking a look around, the human could only see trees for miles. The darkness that swallowed him up made him realize just exactly where he was.

"I'm in Decoran's Forest."

Taking a step forward, the human gulped when he heard a crack underneath his right foot. Lifting it up, he gasped, and fell over in shock.

A now broken skull looked back at him, its lifeless eyes staring into his very being. He yelled out in terror, and mistakenly ran deeper into the forest. Feeling the needles from the different bushes, and plant foliage that grew out of the ground take jabs at his skin, the human yelled out in anger at his misfortune of falling into one of the deadliest forest's in all of Terienth. He started to feel his heart rate slow down, and his running start to as well as he came to a halt. Starting to pant, the mage put his hands on his legs, and attempted to catch his breath.

Looking around more intently at his surroundings, his eyes fell upon exotic bird species that flew from the blood red leaves of the trees. The birds were white, and had a foreign beauty to them. Their eyes were a deep yellow, and had red wisps across its back. Although the flock of birds looked bright and colorful in the drab setting of the forest, the mage had a deep background in the lore of the Decoran's Forest.

The birds were Nocturns.

They were a symbol of bad luck.

"The Gods and Goddesses must have something nasty in store for me today." The male said as he felt another needle poke at his robes.

What the human didn't know was he was in store for more than a few pokes and prods.

Taking a step forward out of the bushes he was behind, he felt a long rope suddenly grow tight around his ankle. The rope then catapulted itself into the air, and over a nearby tree branch, dragging the male with it. The mage yelled in surprise as he felt his body turn upside down. He hung limply from the tree, struggling against the cursed rope.

"MOTHER OF ALL THE GODS...." The mage cursed loudly as he watched his knife fall from pocket in his robe, and onto the floor.

He sighed as he thought about his dilemma as he hung from the tree.

Then he had an idea.

Searching for a pocket of water to cast a spell to set him free, the mage focused his powers. Aside from a couple of puddles, the forest was as dry as a bone. The forest swallowed up most of the rain that fell onto the trees in an instant. The light pitter patter of rain, and the boom of thunder that sounded so far away told the mage just how deep into the forest he was. He concentrated his powers to pull the water puddles closer to him, and reached out his hand as if he was trying to grasp an invisible object. The water pooled around the blade until it lifted it off of the ground, and into the hand of the mage.

Grinning from ear to ear, the mage lifted the sharp blade up to the rope.

"Try to stop me now world!" He said as he sliced into the rope.

What he wasn't expecting was a nasty shock, and the rope constricting around his ankle even more. He got over the initial surprise of being zapped, and blinked dazedly as his vision returned to full focus.

"I should have known the rope was enchanted." The male said as he gave a sigh, and crossed his arms. Lifting the water, he quickly froze it, and used the ice as a blade, and aimed it at the rope. The ice stopped, and broke almost inches away from the rope, and rained down upon the mage. He cursed as he realized the rope was enchanted to withstand blades from the victims that were caught, and magic. Identifying the rope as a Witch Mother, he realized he had several options. Pondering on different spells that could break the enchantment, the mage concentrated on one that would help him get out of his bind.

That was until he heard people.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the bushes close by, the man raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, boys. It seems we have a trespasser."

Giving a sigh, and struggling with the rope as he heard the footsteps get closer, the human pulled, and clawed at the material.

But it was no use.

"Ohhhhh....now look what the cat dragged in."

Feeling the blood start to move towards his head, the mage gave a grunt, and squinted to see a human about his size, but lankier looking down at him with a smirk across his face. The crude leather vest that the man wore had the emblem of a guard at Magerline, and had many cuts across it. The mage guessed that it was stolen by one of the bandit's other victims. The pants that the man wore were made of leather as well, and were in the same shape as the vest; cut and torn. The bandit had deep brown eyes, and blond hair that was slightly parted to the right.

A deep red scarf was tied around his neck.

Giving a quiet gasp, the mage realized what territory he just stumbled into. The bandit that was standing before him was a Cutthroat.

"I see you recognized the scarf."

The bandit flashed a dagger, grabbed the blade that the mage was holding, and continued, "He is no trouble, boys. Come out and give our newest slave a warm welcome."

Two men walked out of the bushes with the same colored scarves, and restraining a massive orc who had his hands roped together. The orc was covered in only a crude loincloth.

The orc's body was brimming with muscle, and the mage was surprised that the messily ropes around his wrists could hold the massive male. The orc was struggling in the binds, and fighting with his captors. He gave a roar, but not before the bandit standing in front of the mage snapped his fingers, and the orc crumbled to the ground as if tight ropes wrapped around his body, and pulled him to the ground hard.

Cringing at the rough treatment, the mage looked over to the orc to see he was cut in several places. The deep blue eyes of the orc looked around with only rage, but softened slightly when his gaze met the mage's own icy eyes.

The mage winked.

"So, before we were rudely interrupted, what is your name?" The bandit said as he crouched down to be eye level with his captive.

"Robert Nile. And yours?"

"You can call me Redwind, slave. Master would also be appropriate."

Giving a coy smile of amusement, Robert said, "What makes you think I will submit myself to you so easily?"

Whatever cool domineer Redwind possessed vanished in an instant, and his smirk turned into a scowl.

"Because I am not against letting a traveler dressed like a circus performer rot here!"

Knowing that Redwind's concentration was broken for just an instant, Robert quickly took the opening.

Breaking the seals around the orc wasn't hard for the trained mage, and Robert muttered several incantations as if they were nothing, but everyday words. The magic around the rope was still present in full, telling Robert that the rope was casted by an unknown individual, and not coming from Redwind himself. He cursed at that moment, and knew full well that he would have to get the orc to cut him loose.

Robert's incantations worked, and soon the orc got up, and walked over to the nearest lackey. With a blood curdling roar, the orc gave a concentrated right hook right at the bandit's face. Redwind watched in horror as the bandit tore across the forest as if he was light as a feather, and slammed into a tree.

He was knocked out cold.

"You might want to take care of him." Robert said with a smirk as Redwind turned back towards Robert.

"You will pay dearly for this!"

A yell and then the sound of a fist connecting with bone rang out in the background.

"Not as much as you will."

Breathing down Redwind's neck, the bull of an orc starred down at the leader of the group with a look of pure rage in his eyes. He held one of the lackey's broadswords in one hand, and used the other to push Redwind to the ground.

"W-wait! I can work something out! I never ordered this! It was my boss! Seriously, come on guys!"

Redwind's eyes flicked from Robert to the orc.

"I will let you go, and we can pretend none of this ever happened!"

Robert watched as the orc raised the blade high into the air, and aimed directly at Redwind's neck. Shaking furiously, Redwind continued his begging, and looked at Robert who looked back at Redwind with what appeared to be no sympathy.

With a yell, the orc swung the blade vertically, knowing full well that he was about to kill.

Redwind closed his eyes, and awaited death.

But it never came.

Robert had put his hand on the orc's shoulder last minute, making him move out of shock. The broadsword plunged into the ground only a few centimeters from the bandit's head.

Redwind looked up to see Robert holding the orc's shoulder, thanked the Gods, and then fainted.

The orc roared triumphantly, and stormed over to the hanging human. He swung the blade crudely which connected with the rope. Falling to the ground with a dull thud, Robert leaned up, and sat with his legs crossed, rubbing his neck from the fall. The rope shrieked loudly as if it had a vital organ cut, untangled itself from Robert, and slithered like a snake away into the bushes. The sliced area of the rope still tied over the tree wiggled for a moment before falling limp.

The orc towered over Robert as if he was nothing more than a small ant. Sweat dripped off the dark green skin, and rolled onto the ground. The body of the orc radiated pure masculinity, and Robert felt a bit intimidated by the fact that he was puny compared the massive male that stood in front of him. The head of the beast was bald, but a rich black beard covered the orc's face. The orc had the same dark black hair covering his body, but it was neatly groomed. The two dark green nubs on the orc's chest perked to attention. A treasure trail went down into the orc's loincloth that bulged outward like the rest of his muscles.

"You should have let me kill him, human." The orc said in a deep voice that rumbled Robert's very being.

Robert rubbed his sore ankle soothingly. The skin around it was red, and irritated. He sighed contently when he felt the blood rush down from his head. Robert ignored the orc's statement.

"Come, let me tend to your wounds."

The orc hesitated, looking at Robert with suspicion.

"If I wanted to make you my slave, I would not have freed you from the bind you were in."

Feeling that Robert had made a point, the behemoth male walked over to Robert, and sat with his body facing the mage so he could watch him. Robert admired the rugged, and well-muscled physique of the orc before reaching out for the puddles of water nearby. The water floated into the air, and Robert moved the water over to the body of the orc, and muttered something quietly.

Turning a bright blue before resuming its normal state, Robert moved the small orb towards the multiple cuts across the orc's chest. Hissing in relief as he felt a sharp burn turn into a mild cold feeling, the orc watched in astonishment as his wounds closed.

"What is your name?" Robert asked curiously as he continued on a couple more wounds.

"Durgon. I already know your name, Robert."

Nodding, the mage made a motion for the orc to turn around so his back was facing the mage. Giving a small gasp, Robert noticed the gashes on the orc's muscled back. There were multiple in mostly the same place.

Robert knew instantly that the orc was whipped.

Reaching out, and giving one a light touch, Robert heard Durgon gasp lightly

The flesh was still tender, and Robert could feel blood on his fingers.

A normal human would have died from blood loss, and shock.

"The bandits told me they were going to sell me after they had me captured the same way they captured you. I didn't take lightly to being a slave so when the group released me from the Witch Mother's rope, I attacked. Redwind quickly binded me, and had one of his lackey's whip me."

"What were you doing in this forest?" Robert asked curiously as he started to attend to the deep gouges.

"Your kind in this forest is known for attacking orc camps to put us in chains. I wanted to eradicate the bandits from our territory."

Robert remembered from his classes of orc culture at Magerline's College of the Magical Arts that most of the orcs lived in forests to keep themselves isolated from the rest of Terienth. Decoran's forest was just one of the many territories the orcs called home. The orc's tough skin, and their natural immunity made it possible for them to live in the roughest conditions.

"Do the Cutthroats come to your territory often?" Robert asked as he heard Durgon give a sigh of relief as Robert brushed his hand over the orc's wounds along with the healing water.

"Yes. Many of our tribesmen and women have been kidnapped to be sold."

"And you thought that you could go up against three bandits by yourself?" Robert said with surprise.

"Our village is too afraid that if we attack that they will just send more people to capture us."

Giving a dark chuckle, Durgon continued, "They are deeply afraid of change, and of bloodshed."

Continuing to heal Durgon, Robert was impressed with the raw brawn of the male that he was healing. The canyon of the male's back highlighted just how much strength the orc possessed, and Robert felt a tinge of envy. His lean yet still muscular body was not anywhere near as large as the orc.

After the healing was complete, Robert got up, and stood back to examine his handy work. He smiled to himself when he saw that the wounds were closed up, and it looked as if nothing even scathed the tough skin.

"Your wounds are healed. Thank you for your assistance back there."

Surprised at the gratitude, Durgon did not know how to react. He was always used to humans being the enemies, and not being gracious. Durgon did not know it consciously, but he was slowly growing to like Robert as a companion.

Turning around, and giving the human a look before getting up, and gazing into the human's eyes, he said,

"Thank you for your help as well, human."

The light rain around the duo continued, and Robert's ears perked when he heard the sound of thunder once more on the horizon. Remembering how he got stuck in Decoran's Forest in the first place, Robert felt a slight fear of being struck by lightning tingle up his spine. Looking up at Durgon, Robert asked,

"How far away is your tribe within the forest?"

Grinning, Durgon said, "We are about a ten minute walk away. You are welcome to join me with my tribe."

Taken aback at the sudden hospitality, Robert said, "Thank you, but will your people allow me to stay within your walls?"

"Of course. I am their leader."

The walk through the forest was silent. Since Robert did not know where he was going, he followed close behind Durgon, and concentrated solely on not getting lost. Durgon was not insulted by Robert's silence. In fact, he welcomed it.

Durgon needed to gather his thoughts.

Using his limited knowledge of white magic, Robert casted a small orb of light to follow them through the dark forest so the duo could see where they were going. Durgon, all of a sudden, was very intrigued with Robert's knowledge of magic.

"Where did you learn these spells from?" Durgon asked while giving the white ball a small tap with his finger. It was lukewarm to the touch.

"I practiced at the College of Magical Arts in Magerline."

Nodding, Durgon dodged a thorny bush, and said, "I have heard of that college. Are you wanting to be a guard at Terienth?"

Surprised at Durgon's knowledge of the outside, Robert said, "Yes. I wanted to be a guard since I was a child."

"Then why the hell are you all the way out here?" Durgon said with a chuckle.

Robert sighed, and gave a small laugh when he remembered sliding down the hill, and into the forest after ducking out of a rouge lightning strike.

"I slipped."

Laughing loud enough to shake the trees around the forest, Durgon said, "Some luck you have!"

Slapping a bug that landed on his arm, and rolling his eyes at the light teasing he was receiving, Robert was starting to regret tagging along with Durgon.

"Ya, some luck."

Hearing a high pitched squawking sound, Robert looked up to the trees to see a bird with red streaks across its back peering down at him. The yellow eyes that the bird possessed gazed into Robert's own icy blue ones. Instantly recognizing the bird, Robert silently whispered, "Nocturne."

Gulping, and starting to speed up his pace, he forgot that Durgon was in front of him, and he bumped right into the orc's buttocks.

Turning around, Durgon shook his head with a bright smile, and said, "Do not fret, Robert. We are almost to the camp. If you are afraid of storms that badly, you can stay close to me. I will keep you safe."

Surprised at Durgon once more, Robert blinked in confusion, and shrugged off the invitation.

"I am fine. It's just...the birds...never mind, never mind."

Durgon looked up to where Robert was glancing, and looked down at Robert with a confused look on his face.

"I do not see any birds there."

Robert was about to argue when he felt a large hand clamp down on his shoulder.

"Listen, you are probably just shaken up from the bandits. Let's just get you to the camp so you can get some rest."

Uncomfortable with the foreign touch, Robert brushed off the orc's hand, and simply said, "O-ok."

Durgon nodded, and said, "I know a lot of things are happening to you at once, but take a deep breath, and let's continue."

Angry at Durgon treating him as if he were a child, Robert was about to tell him all the years he trained as a mage, and how many spells he mastered. Robert wanted to put Durgon in his place.

But then he remembered that Durgon was just wanting to make sure he was alright.

He shook his head at the irate thoughts running through his mind.

"I should be thankful Durgon did not decide to kill me." Robert thought quietly to himself.

"So where are you from?" Durgon asked as he pushed a branch out of the way with his massive body as the duo picked up pace once more.

"I was born in the capital." Robert responded while ducking underneath a branch that was about to slap him across the face.

"Ahh, city boy, ehh? How old are you?"

Feeling a bit like he was being interrogated, Robert said, "I am twenty one. About to be twenty two in about a month."

Nodding, the orc said, "Ahh, young blood."

Curious at Durgon's age, Robert asked, "So how old are you?"

Looking back to Robert, Durgon replied, "In human years, I am twenty eight."

"And in orc years?"

"A lot."

Making small talk about where they grew up in, and telling each other different stories about their childhood, Robert felt his unease around Durgon slowly start to ebb away. In fact, he started to feel empathy for Durgon. The orc had a rough life, and Robert realized that his middle class area in Terienth was not as bad as the village Durgon was situated in. Robert was taken aback when Durgon asked if he could tell a story about the slavers that was rather personal.

Robert told the orc to continue if he wished, but asked why he was about to tell him such a personal story.

"You are unique, human. You are one out of a handful of your species that has showed kindness to me, and possibly saved me from a dangerous fate. For that, I feel you deserve to know my past."

Clearing his throat, and moving another branch out of his way, Durgon looked back at Robert, and said, "Are you ready to hear my story?"

Nodding silently, Robert felt a sudden surge of honor at being able to listen to the chief's tale.

Taking a deep breath, Durgon stated calmly,

"When I was twelve, slavers came to our village. Raiding and stealing everything that was in sight, our village was nearly reduced to nothing. They stole priceless weapons, and food that we were stashing for winter, and sacred statues of our Gods and Goddesses. They kidnapped most of my blood kin, killed the chief, and were taking all of the captured away to the underground markets to sell for profits. I hid inside a small cabinet by my sleeping quarters with my mother and father."

Sighing Durgon continued, "I do not know what came over me that night as I hid cowering inside a cabinet with a small dagger, and wrapped in my mother and father's loving embrace, but I swore revenge with every scream I heard."

"And I got my chance for revenge that very night."

"Opening up the cabinet, one of their sly leader found where we were hiding. I knew by the look on his face that he found the jackpot, and before he could call for backup, or grab his rapier on his waist, I clutched my small dagger, and plunged it into the slaver's neck."

Giving a dark grin, Durgon stopped his walking, and looked back at Robert with a fierce look in his eyes, "It was my first kill."

Crouching down at the now intimidated Robert, Durgon put a hand on the human's shoulder, nearly knocking him over, and said, "An orc's first kill is a straight shot to adulthood. In those five seconds I went from a whelp to a man."

Continuing, Durgon said, "I felt nothing that day. Many orc's describe feeling elated, and giddy on their first blood. Looking into the cold, dead eyes, of the man that was once alive only left me hollow."

Giving a sinister smile, Durgon said, "So I killed more of the bandits. One by one, I murdered almost six different humans. I didn't leave unscathed though."

Pointing too many of his different scars on his chest, legs, and shoulders, Durgon said, "These came with the price of my bloodlust. But it was all not in vain."

Leaning closer to Robert, Durgon said, "Your species decides the leader of your capital by hierarchy. One member of the family dies, but the next is crowned. The orcs have a different way of selecting the chief. With every scar, a point is given to that man or women, and the orc with the most scars becomes the chief of the clan."

Giving a grin, Durgon said, "I had close to the amount of scars that night to be given the position, but not enough."

Giving a gulp at the raw power Durgon possessed, Robert realized just how lucky he was that he did not have to face the orc's wrath, but at the same time he felt safe being so close to Durgon.

In fact, he oddly felt secure.

"With several other clansmen as a witness to my kills, the tribesmen at the time found me worthy of being chief due to how many I killed so quickly, and at such a young age."

Giving a sigh, Durgon admitted, "I never wanted to be chief. I just wanted a quiet life at a forge somewhere in the capital. I did not wish to be stuck at the village. But my people needed me...so..."

Growing quiet, Durgon shrugged, and said, "Here I am."

Not wanting to disturb the silence that fell over the forest, Robert followed Durgon quietly. His mind wondered at what kind of life Durgon would have had if he just hid in the closet, and not have ran out to confront the slavers head on. Robert started to imagine Durgon working over a forge, beads of sweat dripping over the orc's brow, and falling onto the floor. He imagined a blacksmith's apron over the broad shoulders of the male, and thick brown gloves that held the large yet nimble hands.

Turning away from Robert, and continuing the walk, Durgon motioned for the stunned Robert to follow him once more.

Robert did so.

"So, Robert, what was your childhood like?" Durgon asked curiously, breaking the silence.

"Quiet. I was the middle child of two brothers. One was older, and he studied magical creatures, and their properties at The College of the Magical Arts. My younger brother is only thirteen. He wants to become a dragon slayer." Robert said with a chuckle.

Nodding, Durgon said, "I remember when I saw my first feral dragon. Nasty beasts if you're on their wrong side.."

Giving a smirk, Robert said, "Indeed."

Starting to notice tribal markers on the trees, Robert almost screamed out in joy. His feet ached from all the walking, and he felt relief at the thought of shelter from the approaching storm.

Looking behind him, Durgon smiled when he saw Robert's expression.

"We are minutes away from where I call home. You can stay at my quarters. The tavern owner sometimes can be tricky when it comes to dealing with outsiders. He enjoys pulling pranks on them."

Before Robert could think of what orcs considered to be comical, he noticed a large wooden wall coming into view with archers in leather guarding the top. Robert's breath left him when he saw just how massive the gate was. It was at least 3 times taller than him, and had the crest of the tribe on it; two red blades crossed over a black shield. Noticing Durgon straight away, the archers signaled for the gatekeeper to allow the duo entry.

Robert felt skeptical eyes fall upon him before he walked under the gate, and out of the sight of the archers. After Robert entered, Durgon turned around, and said,

"Let me do the talking."

Not knowing exactly what he meant until he stepped to the side of Durgon, Robert gasped at the amount of people that stopped what they were doing to look over at the chief. Men, women, and children stepped out of their homes, and many owners appeared out of their businesses. Orcs started to run towards the gate, and many started to yell,

"The chief is back! The chief is back!"

When the mass got closer, and saw Robert, they stopped dead in their tracks. Feeling hundreds of eyes fall onto him, Robert felt a shiver go down his spine as he looked from one orc to the other, feeling them scanning him like he was an open book. Then Durgon talked, and all eyes shifted to him.

"Good afternoon, my tribe. You were probably wondering where I was."

Many mumbles started to go through the crowd, and Robert noticed several orcs pointing to him and then back to Durgon once more.

"I was captured."

A gasp rang through the crowd, and more mumbling, and whispers.

"A group of bandits captured me, and binded me. They were going to take me in as a lowly slave, and bend my will. Then, this human appeared."

All eyes shifted once more to Robert, making him shift somewhat uncomfortably.

"He was captured as well, hung by his ankle by a Witch Mother to get the same fate I was destined for. Confronted with the bandit leader, a human by the name of Redwind..."

Hisses, and terrible curses were shouted into the air when Durgon mentioned Redwind.

"Quiet....QUIET!"

The crowd slowly fell silent again, and Robert was impressed with Durgon's control over his tribe.

"Robert cut me free using magic, and I fought the bandits off. Without Robert's help, I probably would not be returning right now."

A blood freezing silence tore through the small village, and the orcs started to glance at one another.

"I know humans have not been in our village for quite a long period of time, and they are rare, but greet this one as one of your own. He is blood kin now."

Looking down at Robert with a serious expression across his face, Durgon said, "He is part of our tribe."

Taken aback, Robert bowed in honor, not knowing how to react to being accepted into the tribe. Durgon smiled, and looked back at his tribe.

Unease was in their eyes, each one still looking at each other with confusion. That was until an elderly orc in the back started to clap slowly. Smiling softly, he said,

"By the Gods, I haven't seen a human in ages...come closer."

Looking up at Durgon with a concerned look on his face, Robert waited for Durgon to give him a gesture of an approval.

Durgon did so with a nod.

Gulping and walking closer to the elderly orc, Robert stopped in front of him. The orc grinned, several golden teeth implanted where there used to be none. Shaking, he stumbled up to Robert, and touched his cheek with his hands with glee, feeling the smooth skin on his rough palm. He then put both hands on his cheeks, and squeezed them together, and Robert felt he was being smothered by his grandmother.

The orc stepped back, and gave Robert a small tap on his head with his cane, and then said,

"This man is a hero! We should celebrate!"

All of a sudden, several other orcs started to clap, and many of the guards shouted, "Long live our tribe!"

Like dominos falling, the rest of the villagers started to cheer, and many whooped in excitement. Robert looked up at Durgon to see him shrug, and smile warmly. He whispered in Robert's ear,

"Careful with the villagers. Although they are friendly, they will bombard you with questions, and follow you like a celebrity. Also, humans are seen as a rarity. If you feel smothered, let me know."

Robert nodded.

"Follow me into the crowd then."

The two walked forward, and Robert felt hands patting his back, and orcs smiling, and grinning as he walked by. One orc in particular grasped his shoulder, and said,

"Let me buy you a drink. It's on me."

Remembering his parched throat, and aching muscles, Robert said,

"A drink sounds great!"

Then he felt another hand grasp his right shoulder. He looked up to see Durgon looking down at him with a look of seriousness on his face.

He was shaking his head from side to side.

Looking back at the orc that offered him a drink, Robert then said, "Maybe later though. I have some unfinished business to attend to."

Feeling guilty when the orc's grin turned to a sad frown, the orc nodded, and backed away from Robert.

After getting out of the mob of people, Durgon and Robert emerged near a large teepee that was snow white with a black trimming. A large animal's skull was hung at the entrance, and several lit torches burned on the sides of it. A set of swords, shields, and a large spear was set to the side of the teepee.

"Why did you not let grab a drink with the orc? He seemed friendly enough..." Robert said in an annoyed tone.

Hushing the human with a finger to his mouth, and then leading him inside, Durgon beckoned Robert to sit. Doing as he was told, Robert sat on the animal skins that were placed all over the ground. They were incredibly soft, and Robert was happy with the simplicity of the small house. Dodging a wooden support as he adjusted his posture, Robert waited for Durgon to answer him.

Clearing his throat, and looking over at Robert, Durgon took a seat in front of him, and said, "The orc's mating culture is not the same as yours, human. As I said before, humans are a rarity. Many see you as a trophy, and a conquest. If an orc would successfully seduce a human, the whole affair would be purely for honor, and to show masculinity. That orc that you thought was a friend was trying to get you drunk to mount you."

Taken aback by Durgon's brutal honesty, and blushing hotly at the thought, the mage said, "How do you know? He probably just wanted a drink, not a conquest."

Durgon glared, and said, "I cannot take that risk."

"Why?"

"Because you are..."

"I am what?"

Silence fell through the teepee, and Durgon shook his head, and said, "I need to take a walk. Keep out of trouble."

Confused at Durgon suddenly leaving the teepee, Robert sat alone on the animal skins for a bit. Looking around, Robert noticed more swords and shields were set off to the side of the teepee near the entrance, and a leather book that the human guessed was the orc's journal. Although he wanted to open up the private journal, and take a look at Durgon's life, Robert kept his curiosity at bay. He shivered at the secrets that were possibly hidden inside the parchment.

Lighting started to flash outside, and wind started to howl against the teepee. Rain started to fall from the sky in torrents. Robert felt a tinge of worry plague his mind at the thought of Durgon out by himself, but he let it slide. Robert knew that the chief could handle himself.

Noticing a brown glimmer on the side of his eye, Robert looked over to see a cabinet set off to the side with several scratches on the front that looked like they were made with a sword. The wood of the cabinet was a dark brown with several carvings that looped around the woodwork like a river.

Getting up off his animal skin, and opening up the cabinet, Robert saw that there was nothing inside. A couple more large scratches accompanied the woodwork inside, and Robert guessed there was some kind of a struggle. The scratches looked faded. The cabinet was not in its prime.

And then it clicked.

As quick as the storm started, it blew away.

Closing the cabinet slowly, and thinking hard on what he just stumbled upon, Robert decided he needed to go on a walk as well.

The village around Robert was a bustle of activity. With the afternoon coming to a close, and the sun setting in the horizon, many merchants were bartering with the last of their customers before closing shop. Shuffling through the crowd of orcs, the human looked around nervously as he saw many of them point at him, and whisper. When Robert looked their way, they awkwardly waved, or gave a small smile.

Simply acknowledging the waves and smiles with a nod, Robert moved through the crowd, and eventually got to the end of the village. The tepees eventually ended in a tavern. Orcs with cheery faces beckoned the human to join him for a drink with large ales in their hands. Shaking his head, Robert politely declined the offer of the drunken orcs, and walked to the back of the tavern. When he heard the voices of the tavern eventually fade into the distance as he walked closer and closer to the wall to the outside world, Robert felt relieved.

Giving a sigh, Robert muttered,

"I just need some peace and quiet..."

Noticing a bright blue bug in the corner of his eye, Robert watched as it crawled from underneath the woodwork of the tavern. Flicking its sensors on the top of its head, the bug crawled towards a gaping hole in the wall. The hole was big enough for an orc to crawl through.

Robert grinned to himself as he got on his hands, and knees, and followed the bug to the outside world. The forest around him looked darker than what he remembered, and he sighed as he watched the sun slowly start to set above him. The blood red leaves of the forest looked oddly peaceful.

Noticing the bug start to glow, the luminescent insect crawled off into a bush nearby. Robert could see the outline of a soft light on the bush where the bug crawled. Curiously following the bug, Robert wondered where the creature was off to in such a hurry.

Walking blindly into the forest, Robert watched as the trees around him swallowed him up. Whatever light that the setting sun provided was once again drowned out by the tall foliage that surrounded the heart of the forest. Robert's guide was the bug. The small light that the bug shined showed a thin trail that Robert quickly realized was the one that he had been following for the past five or so minutes. The trail was long, but straight. Thinking about how well situated the village was, Robert was surprised that any human knew where the tribe was located.

He felt his pride swell once more at being offered to stay by the chief himself.

Noticing the trees slowly parting, and the trail starting to grow wider, Robert started to wonder if he was nearing the end of what he was walking on. Not only did the beetle's bright light start to slowly increase in brightness, but Robert could see several

After what felt like ages, the bug final came to a halt.

And Robert couldn't believe what he saw.

What stood in front of Robert was a large spring that stretched across the forest. The water was a crystal clear blue, and it reflected the now night sky above, and the trees around the spring. Steam slowly made its way into the night air, and brushed against Robert's face. The warm tingle against his cheek made him shiver slightly, and it was as if the water was calling him name.

"This is a perfect place to meditate." Robert said to himself.

"Indeed."

Robert jumped, and looked around the spring for where the bassy voice came from, and found the source. Pinpointing the voice, and looking past a bush, Robert noticed a naked chest. Walking around the foliage, Robert was surprised at what he saw.

Sitting nude in the water with his legs spread casually, and a smirk across his face, Durgon looked back at Robert. Splashing some water onto his broad chest, and shoulders, the orc gave a sigh of relief as he felt the warm water sink deep into his skin. Being less then modest, the chief adjusted himself, and said,

"It seems you have found my hiding place."

Robert blushed vividly, and said, "It seems I have. Why are you here?'

Raising an eyebrow at the statement, Durgon said, "From time to time, I like to walk out here to take a break. Why are you here?"

"To practice my magic. It is a form of meditation that calms me."

Durgon gave a small chuckle, "I remember on our trip up to the village, you told me a bit about your knowledge of water magic. I have always been curious myself."

Getting up, and walking over to the shoreline near Robert, Durgon put his arms on the bank, and said, "Do you think I could watch?"

"I do not mind."

Snapping his fingers, Robert felt his robe disappear into dust, and blow away. Durgon was impressed, and just watched in amazement as the mage walked, now clad in a simple loincloth, to the spring. Robert jumped when he felt a hand on his ankle, and looked down at Durgon who was looking at the human's leg with curiosity in his eyes.

"So this is what human skin feels like. It is soft..."

Robert blushed, and moved his leg slightly back. Durgon smirked, and said,

"You should not be ashamed of your body. In fact, you are more muscular than most of the humans I have seen."

Robert smiled at the compliment, and said, "You do not have to flatter me."

Durgon shook his head, and said, "An orc never flatters."

Looking down at his almost naked body, Robert noticed that he was lean, but thick muscle outlined his arms and legs. His chest was not as bulging as Durgon's, but it definitely was carved.

Shaking his head as he realized he came to the spring to meditate, and not to admire himself, Robert slowly got into the water. He felt the warmth of the steam tickle his skin, and he sighed in relief. As he moved into the spring, he felt his mind calm, and his body relax as the water went up to stomach level.

Feeling his feet graze the soft dirt bellow, Robert smiled as the water warmed his aching muscles. He felt his tendons relax, and his breathing start to slow. Reaching into the energy in the back of his mind, Robert grasped the small pool. He felt his body shiver slightly as he moved the energy throughout his body.

Durgon watched in awe as Robert's veins started to glow strangely blue, and the human's eyes turn from light blue to a dark ocean blue. Reaching out his hand, and guiding the water back, and forth, Robert realized quickly that he had full control over the spring.

Lifting his hand up, and bringing beads of water above him, Robert guided the different orbs around his body, and slowly circled them around his body. Durgon watched on, amazed at Robert's ability to the control the element.

Closing his eyes, Robert imagined floating in the middle of the ocean. He imagined the ocean's waters forcing him to bob up and down along with the waves. He could taste the salt of the ocean in the air, and the sting of it in his eyes.

As Robert imagined floating in the ocean, he slowly leaned back with the orbs of water still floating above him lazily. Closing his eyes as his mind took him to a different place, Robert slowed his breathing.

Durgon watched silently, not taking his eyes off the magic in front of him. Feeling a tingle up his spine at the sight he was witnessing, the orc felt his curiosity about Robert's past start to edge itself back into his mind.

"How does this man truly know so much about magic?" Durgon asked himself as he watched Robert float idly on his back.

Remembering the caress of Robert's skin on his palm, Durgon felt another shiver down his spine.

But for different reasons.

Slowly starting to move over towards Robert, Durgon made sure not to disturb the meditating mage. When Durgon got close enough to the human, he reached out, and caressed Robert's naked chest soothingly.

Pulling back quickly when he noticed Robert tense, Durgon waited for the male to calm himself before putting his hand back on Robert's stomach. He slowly stroked up the abs, caressing them gently. Durgon took his time as he felt every bump, and curve in the smooth skin. Noticing Robert's expression start to change from tense to a more relaxed state as his hand massaged the mage's shoulders, Durgon smiled as he touched the naked skin.

Feeling a bit ashamed that he was falling into his secret fetish of human skin, Durgon blushed to himself as he moved his hands back down lower, tracing over the loincloth. He drummed in fingers over the cloth, and cursed himself for his sexual desires taking over his mind. After tracing his hand over the human's treasure trail, he darted away from Robert, and retreated to the edge of the spring with a very noticeable blush across his face.

Waiting patiently for Robert to come out of his meditation, Durgon felt himself become very nervous. He wondered if Robert knew that he touched him sensually, and admired his body. He cursed himself once more at his desires, wishing he never met Robert. He cursed his Gods and Goddesses for making him fall for the human.

And then Robert's veins stopped glowing.

Watching with amazement and feeling his heart thump loudly in his chest, Durgon looked at the orbs to see them fall gracefully down back into the water they came from, and Robert stand on his own.

The silence around the spring was so intense that Durgon could hear the light blue beetle's wings flutter in the distance.

"So, how was your meditation?"

Robert smiled warmly, and said, "Very relaxing. I never felt so in tune with my surroundings."

Smiling back with a look of relief plastered across his face that Robert only felt his advances in his dream, Durgon chuckled and mumbled,

"If only you knew..."

"What was that?"

"N-nothing!"

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Leering at him, an elf looked down at a human who kneeled in front of him. His robe was a deep crimson red, and his eyes matched the elegant attire. The wand the elf held was made of a pale wood that shined in the moonlight. He smirked down at the human who had blood dripping down from his forehead.

Fire engulfed the black area he was standing, and licked at the human's face. He could feel his mind slipping.

Sticking the wand on the wound, the elf muttered,

"You will never learn magic, half-blood."

Gasping, and feeling the sweet drip down his face, Robert still kept his eyes closed as he trembled. He held his arms close to his sides, and laid on the bed furs for a couple of minutes.

Rolling over in the bed of furs that he was laying on, Robert opened his eyes, and rubbed them lazily. He stretched his legs, and shoulders before getting up off of the furs, and walking out of the teepee. Feeling the cool night air awaken his senses, Robert pondered on the nightmare he had. He had the nightmare several times before, but never as vivid as he had. He thought he recognized the elf, but could never remember ever seeing one.

Elven folk were rare. Meeting with one was a blessing.

The robe he wore sheltered Robert from the harsher winds that kissed his skin. Starting to walk towards the direction of the spring, Robert felt he needed to clear his head. Thinking about his true home at the capital, Robert started to feel homesick at the moment. It had been a week since he has met Durgon, and was inducted to the tribe.

When he was feeling the urge to leave the forest, Robert would send letters to his home about where he was, and the situation he was in. He wrote about Durgon, and his meditations, and how he was teaching the orc a bit of basic magic.

After all, he did not want his parents to worry.

Starting to send letters back, his parents would send the letters through incantations, and Robert was excited at the positive responses he got from his household. His mother and father were both extremely curious in the orcish culture, and his younger brother wanted to see the weapons. Telling Robert that they notified the guards of his disappearance, the guard barracks in Magerline did not mind Robert missing. In fact, they welcomed the fact that he was buddying up with the tribe.

Orcs were not one for making human allies unless they needed to.

As Robert walked the trail to the spring, he thought about Durgon, and how much he enjoyed the company of the orc. Robert enjoyed teaching Durgon the basics of magic, and it helped him brush up on the fundamentals. During that time though, Robert would always notice the looks Durgon gave him when he would strip down to his loincloth.

Robert always felt like he was being examined.

Making it to the spring once more, Robert felt the nightmare that he had ebb away. Feeling a peaceful serenity start to flood his mind, Robert sighed in content as he watched a large gathering of the light blue beetles fly off into the night sky. Stripping out of his robe, Robert admired his body.

Then he had a more adventurous idea.

Grabbing the waistband of the loincloth, Robert gave it a tug downward to unveil his nude form.

Looking around to make sure no one was peeking, Robert folded the loincloth neatly, and put it at the edge of the spring. Sliding into the warm water, Robert felt his worries of the nightmare completely disappear. He hissed as the warmth washed over his fully unclothed body.

After his first meditation in the spring with Durgon, Robert has come back to the waters daily.

But he never went to the spring so late at night.

The forest around him was buzzing with nocturnal life, and Robert felt like he was being watched. The moonlight that filtered in through the branches set a wiry atmosphere, but Robert couldn't help, but admire the beauty of it.

He smiled to himself.

He was happy.

As he prepared himself for meditation, Robert jumped when he heard a twig break. Muttering the spell that created a luminescent orb, Robert floated it over to where he heard the sound.

There stood Durgon.

Robert felt anger swell in him, but not before embarrassment for being caught nude.

"W-WHY THE HELL....D-DID YOU FOLLOW ME!?" Robert stammered as he pointed angrily at the orc.

Durgon held up his hands, and said, "Calm down! You're going to wake the whole village!"

"Go away! I am nude! Stop looking at me!" Robert said through gritted teeth as he cupped his privates.

Rolling his eyes, Durgon said, "As if I care. I heard you muttering in your sleep, and then saw you thrash around before getting up, and walking out. I just wanted to see if you were ok."

Surprised, once again, at Durgon's consideration for him, Robert said, "I-I am fine."

"You're obviously not. You're shaking."

"Go away."

"No."

Shocked at Durgon's sudden resolve, Robert casted a whip of water at Durgon's chest. The whip hit with a sharp whack, but not enough to move the orc.

Durgon just chuckled, and lifted his hand to cast small orbs of water back at Robert which hit him hard enough to shock the mage, but soft enough to not leave any bruises.

"You...have been practicing." Robert said, his anger slowly ebbing away.

Huffing, and walking over to the edge of the spring, and stripping out of his own loincloth Durgon said, "Indeed I have. You taught me that. Make room for one more"

Robert realized he had no choice in the matter. He let Durgon join him without any struggle.

"Now, what is bothering you?"

Feeling like he was talking to a therapist, Robert simply shook his head, and said, "I don't wish to talk about it..."

"You have been meditating a lot more often at night then before. And ever since we met, you have been mumbling in your sleep more often...'

"I always mumbled in my sleep."

Durgon shook his head, and said, "I worry about you, Robert. Meditating won't always solve your problems. You...are missing something."

"Thank you again for your consideration, but I am fine."

"You hit me with a spell. That is anything, but calm and controlled." Durgon said with another chuckle.

Robert could not help, but grin, and laugh. "Sorry about that. You kinda caught me off guard."

The orc smiled warmly, and said, "You kinda caught me off guard too."

Silence eventually fell over the duo, and they both just enjoyed the sound of nature around them. Robert felt the orc edge closer to him, and could feel Durgon's hips brush against his chest. He blushed noticeably, and looked over at Durgon to see a hungry look in the orc's eyes.

"Durgon, are you o-?"

Feeling the soft lips of the orc connect with his own, Robert started to fight against Durgon's advances instinctively.

That was until Durgon pinned him against the edge of the spring, and started to gently feel the human male. Caressing Robert, Durgon felt the smooth skin of the human beneath him, and gave into his desires. He groped where he pleased, rubbing over each part of Robert he could think of, and making the distance between the two as minimal as he could.

Robert could feel the orc's tongue invading his mouth, and the kiss turning into a sloppy fight for control. Feeling his manhood throb, and push against the orc's, Robert groaned into the kiss.

When the two broke apart, Robert was panting for breath, starring into the orc's eyes.

"What...what was that for?"

Coming to his senses, Durgon quickly darted away from Robert, and had a look of pure horror on his face.

"I am terribly sorry! I...I didn't know what...I-"

Robert blinked, confused at the turn of events. His mind attempted to process what just happened between them. He felt his member pulse bellow, his libido in full swing.

"Durgon, I..."

"N-No. I will leave at once!"

As Durgon got out of the spring, he felt a hand grasp his ankle tightly.

"No...please stay."

Looking down at Robert, Durgon said,

"You sure?"

Robert nodded.

Getting back into the water, Durgon got close enough to Robert that the human could feel the orc's breath on his neck. As the two just stood, Robert wrapped his arms around Durgon's broad back, further pulling him closer.

Feeling a hand slowly move down his torso, and then start groping his manhood, Robert pushed Durgon's hand away.

Looking confused, Durgon looked up at Robert.

"Just...I'm not..."

Nodding, Durgon just wrapped tighter around Robert, and said,

"Whenever you are ready."

The two stood in silence until the morning sunlight filtered through the branches.

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Three days pasted since Durgon kissed Robert, and the mage noticed how cheerful the orc was getting every day they were together. Wherever Robert went, Durgon was always standing close by his side, and would drawl away any orcs, whether male or female, from flirting with Robert.

Robert had to admit, he enjoyed the attention, but would always have to convince Durgon to back down from orcs that got a bit too close.

Most nights, the duo would spoon together with Robert being embraced by the muscular orc. They would both enjoy the touch of one another, and the feel of their most natural state. The thought of a relationship never crossed Robert's mind. He found them trivial to his studies.

And yet Robert was always excited about the snuggling sessions when it came time for bed.

What Robert did not know was that the third night would be different.

On the third day after the small affair between the human and the orc, Durgon had the local blacksmith forge a small ornate dagger for Robert. Durgon had the blacksmith forge a curved blade, and a jeweled handle decorated with amethysts. Robert did not know what to say as Durgon handed the dagger, along with a black case with gold trim, to him.

Robert thanked Durgon all the way back to the teepee, admiring the beautiful metal work that the orcs passed down from generation to generation, and whose technique was kept under strict lock and key.

Walking into the teepee with a new dagger in hand, and the chief following closely behind, Robert admired the blade once more, and how sharp it was. Durgon smiled down at Robert as the human sheathed it in its new case, tying the case around his hip on his robe.

"How do you like your parting gift?"

Robert smiled up at Durgon, seeing the twinkling in his eyes.

"I really like it. Your blacksmith is extraordinary."

Grinning, and patting Robert on the back, Durgon said,

"I am glad you like the gift. Maybe you can return the favor, and I can explore your capital's arts."

Feeling the hand move down from his back, Robert shivered at the touch, and said, "I know this is my last day here..."

Durgon nodded, and backed off a bit.

"I am sorry, Robert."

"Don't be."

Robert gave Durgon a quick peck on the lips.

Durgon followed that up by pushing Robert's head towards his, and passionate kissing him.

Moaning into the kiss, Robert accepted the affection as he felt the orc's two hands grope him where they could. He felt them cup his manhood, and moderately sized orbs before grasping at his rump.

Robert did the same.

Feeling the impressive weight of the orc's hefty balls, and manhood through the crude loincloth, Robert broke the kiss with his right hand gripping the orc's most private possessions saying,

"Consider this my going away present."

Grinning back at Robert, Durgon said, "I thought you would never consent to this..."

"You never know with huma-ughhhhh...."

Robert was about to finish his sentence until Durgon kissed Robert's neck. After a bit of licking, Durgon was satisfied, and said while fiddling with Robert's robe,

"You moan like a bottom..."

Letting Durgon take off his robe, and loincloth, Robert stood fully nude, and aroused before Durgon. Grinning from ear to ear, Durgon said,

"You are beautiful."

Blushing at the compliment, Robert kissed Durgon on the lips, squeezing, groping, and massaging Durgon's naked chest, and nuzzling into the orc's neck before grabbing the waistband of the orc's loincloth, and pulling it down to unveil the large endowment Durgon had hidden.

The treasure trail leading to the package only gave Robert an even greater lead to the hidden package.

It flopped out of the underwear, slapping against Durgon's hard chest before coming to a rest in Robert's hand. Robert gave the member a good stroke, feeling the pre dribble down his hand.

"If you keep this stroking up...nggh...I will have to rut you hard and deep right now."

Smirking, Robert said, "I wouldn't mind that..."

Feeling his body weight shift as he was wrapped in Durgon's arms, and pulled down, along with Durgon, to the furs beneath them, Robert landed onto the makeshift beds laughing as the orc licked up his chest, and sucked on his right nipple lovingly.

Nibbling gently on the nub before licking it up, and down, Durgon grinned at the moans he was getting from his newest mate. Doing the same with the other nipple, Durgon could feel the human squirm underneath him, and Robert's digit throb against his own. A jet of pre flung itself onto the human's chest, and Robert groaned as he shot his own jet to add to the small beads.

Leaning upward, and grasping Robert's pulsing endowment in his hands, the orc licked up the shift, and sucked on the pink tip. Gasping, Robert clinched his hands on the furs as pleasure assaulted him from every angle. Reaching up Robert's chest, and pinching a nipple, Durgon made sure to continue the barrage on Robert's upper body as he took Robert's manhood into his mouth.

Feeling the orc's tongue rub against the underbelly of his digit, Robert groaned as Durgon used his free hand to cup his orbs. Rolling them in his hand before giving them a gentle squeeze, Durgon was rewarded with a spurt of pre into his mouth.

Grinning, and taking Robert's member to the hilt, and bobbing on the shaft, Durgon could feel the human quiver beneath him. Knowing Robert was reaching his end, the orc lifted his mouth from Robert's manhood, and gave it a few hearty strokes. He could feel his own saliva in between his fingers.

Looking down at Robert, and seeing his eyes filled with lust, and need, Durgon smiled, and said, "You ready?"

Nodding, Robert said, "I am, but..."

"I already have that covered."

Getting up off his crouched position, and grabbing a wooden bowl with ornate carvings all around it that was tucked away in the corner, Durgon dipped his fingers in, and rubbed the clear lotion around his hands. Grasping his member, and rubbing it around the shaft, and head until it was glistening, Durgon said,

"The lubricant is made from many of the plants found in this very forest. It is made by our herbal doctor."

Walking over to Robert, and lifting up his legs until the male's feet were pointed to the ceiling, and the human's rump was positioned towards Durgon's face, Giving the winking hole a tender lick, Durgon grinned as the human moaned beneath him.

Not expecting the pleasure that was clawing at his bones as the orc started to rim him, Robert felt his body tense as the pressure inside his groin started to build. Two large hands gripped his cheeks, and pulled them apart for a better angle His orgasm quickly stopped when he felt the odd sensation of the orc's tongue penetrating him.. He gasped out as he felt the wet muscle push past his defenses, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt Durgon start to push deeper inside of him. The pressure quickly returned with full force.

Feeling the muscles clinch around his tongue, Durgon grinned, and kept wiggling his tongue inside of Robert, loving the way the human squirmed with each movement. The taste of the human was not bad either. It was different then an orc, but still had the earthy yet clean taste. Feeling he had his fill, the orc pulled his tongue out, and replaced it with his lubed member.

Robert felt his weight shift as the orc moved back, and Robert felt his back on the soft furs once more. Feeling the base of Durgon's shaft rub against his crack, Robert shivered in anticipation as he waited for Durgon to make his move. He was tired of Durgon teasing him.

He wanted everything Durgon had to offer.

Hot-dogging his human mate, Durgon grunted as he pushed up against Robert again and again. Feeling the weight of Durgon's heavy shaft and balls rub against his backside with each small buck of the well-endowed orc's hips, Robert found himself subconsciously pushing back against Durgon. Grabbing Robert's ankles, and lifting them up, Durgon felt he teased Robert long enough.

Lining up the tip of his pulsing manhood with Robert's opening, Durgon started to push into his mate gently. Gasping in pain as he felt the tip stretch him, Robert moaned out as he felt the head of Durgon's digit pass through his defenses.

Then came the shaft.

Although the lube helped the process, Robert could not deny the feeling of being stretched, and was relieved when he felt the weighty orbs of the orc slap against his rump.

Robert realized he was fully impaled by Durgon at that moment.

Letting Robert adjust to the size, Durgon released his grip on Robert's ankles, and leaned over Robert. Chest to chest, and lips to lips, Durgon kissed Robert passionately as he shot his first jet of pre into Robert. Gripping Robert's shoulders firmly, Durgon smiled as he moved himself into a rutting position.

Moaning as Robert felt the pain slowly ebb into bliss, Robert started to lightly push back against Durgon. Getting the hint, the orc grunted into the kiss as he pulled out of Robert until his tip was the only thing remaining inside, and bucked back in.

Getting a groan of pleasure, and a crisp slap as his orbs collided with Robert's rump, Durgon gave a loud moan of his own as he felt Robert's inner walls tighten around his shaft. Disengaging the kiss, and looking down at Robert with lust in his eyes, Durgon said,

"I am going to start going a bit faster. Are you ok with that?"

Feeling Durgon gently pull out and push back inside, Robert felt a need to be filled by Durgon. He wanted the Orc to take him to places he has never experienced.

And he wanted it.

The need inside of his mind started to form into a gnawing hunger for Durgon to rut him.

He blushed when he nodded in response. Durgon smiled, a feral look in his eyes.

"Good. Now, sit back and relax. This will be good for both of us."

Pulling nearly all the way out, and thrusting back in, Durgon hissed in euphoria as he felt Robert push back against him.

Giving a moan of his own, and feeling his member throb after releasing a sizeable amount of pre, Robert gritted his teeth as his mind was taken over by the sensations he was feeling. His body twitched, and flexed as he took Durgon again, and again.

Penetrating Robert to the hilt each time rewarded Durgon with a deep moan from his mate, and the slap of his own orbs against Robert's rump. Starting to pant wildly, Durgon speed up his thrusting until he found a steady rhythm, and would push in as Robert pushed back. Robert could feel the build-up of pressure slowly start to reach its peak. The pre that was coming in steady dribbles started to flow out in streams.

Feeling Durgon's member pulse, and jump inside of him with each buck into him, Robert knew that he was not the only one reaching his climax. Bracing himself by gripping the orc's large arms by his head, Robert closed his eyes, and moaned out as he lost control.

Feeling his member jump, and slap his chest, Robert could only express his euphoria in his sensual moans as jet after jet of his warm load hit his chest. The smell of musk, and climax researched Durgon's nose as he bucked his hips deeper. The sound of balls hitting against flesh reached a crescendo. His groans started to turn into growls as he reached his end as well.

Feeling Robert's walls clench around his digit was what set him off.

Letting out a primal roar as he researched his high point, Durgon grinded into Robert as he emptied his load. Feeling warmth flood inside of him, Robert gasped as he felt Durgon's member flex, and jump as it released splurge after splurge of cum.

Falling on top of Robert, Durgon was a hot and sweaty mess as his orgasm tampered off.

Robert was the same.

Basking in the afterglow, the two kissed passionately, enjoying the sensations tempering off.

Robert felt a melancholy feeling as he wrapped his arms around his new lover. He knew he would have to leave back to the capital, but he felt a conflicted feeling to stay with Durgon. Durgon seemed to have sensed Robert's unease, and moved his lips away from Robert's to say,

"Just enjoy the moment."

Robert smiled, and nodded.

Then he saw a bird at the corner of his eye fly in front of the tent opening, and his smile broke.

It was a Nocturne.

Looking towards where Robert's shocked eyes were focused on, Durgon looked back at Robert, and said,

"What is wrong?"

"That bird...it means bad luck."

Giving a deep laugh, and nuzzling Robert affectionately underneath his chin, Durgon rubbed the human's chest soothingly.

"It means good luck in our culture."