The Mage's Passion

by Reed James

  “An orc's word is worthless,” I hissed.

  Thrak snorted, “I am talking to your leader. Be silent, woman. I do not care if you can wield the elements like a shaman, hurtle another childish insult at me and I shall discipline you across my knee.”

  My mouth worked. His eyes were hard. He meant it. He would spank me. That was ridiculous. I drew myself up but Sophia laid a hand on mine and shook her head.

  “Thrak of the Red Eye,” Angela said, “I accept your pledge, and I shall hold you to it. Know that I am Angela, Knight-Errant of Deute, and my sword will pierce your heart if you prove fickle.”

  Thrak nodded, his grin widening. “I would expect nothing else, Angela Redhair.” His eyes flicked to my companions.

  “Xerathalasia, but you can call me Xera.”

  “Well met, Xerathalasia,” Thrak said, his jaw popping. “What a mouthful your name is. What does it mean?”

  “Born beneath a sweet, spring shower,” Xera answered with a smile. “And what does Thrak mean.”

  “Mighty cock,” laughed Thrak. “My father had high hopes for me. And my Serisia savored my girth stretching her open.”

  My cheeks warmed and Sophia gagged.

  “Sophia ev'Tith, Acolyte of Saphique. I am, uh, pleased to meet you.” Her words did not sound certain.

  “Faoril Lesibourne,” I answered. “And how did you get a wife with a Thosian name? Kidnapping?”

  “I showed her what a real male was like. She found her other suitors quite lacking.” Thrak smiled. “She was an orc born in a human body.” His smile faded, and he closed his eyes. He fought against the pain. “There is still plenty of day. Shall we depart? We are still in the Red Eye lands. It will be safe travel.”

  Angela glanced down the slope. “Yes, I can see that.”

  I sighed. We were really taking an uncouth orc with us. He would probably try to rape us all thinking we wanted his thick, muscular body heaving over us. Orcs saw females as chattel. I had no doubts this Serisia was stolen on a raid and had no choice but to submit to his brutish lusts.

  I shifted on my saddle, ignoring the hot itch as I gazed at Thrak's muscular back, his swarthy skin crisscrossed with scars.

  Uncouth indeed.

  Chapter Fifteen: Sparring

  Knight-Errant Angela

  Thrak led us across the featureless plains. There was only grass with the occasional stunted tree. The land was folded, every hill looking the same as the last. If it wasn't for the sun sinking towards my left, I would have no idea how to tell which way was north or how to keep us going in a straight line.

  Thrak didn't have that problem. He walked with purpose, a silent gait before us eating up the miles. Like Xera, he was at ease in the wilderness. The elf had unlimbered her bow, actually trusting Thrak and his claim of safety.

  The elf seemed to like him. Xera had keen eyes. The orc's words were forthright. He wasn't the brutal animal the stories claim. Orcs rarely crossed the Rheyn Mountains to raid the Kingdom of Secare. But no mountains separated the orc lands from the Principalities of Zeutch, and an orc raider who slipped past the border forts could find himself inside the Magery of Thosi in merely a day or two.

  Faoril rode stiff-backed, her eyes locked on the orc, her face twisted in anger and disgust. I sighed. Bickering between companions would grow tiresome fast.

  As the sun sank lower, Thrak stopped us in a glade. “This will shelter us from the wind at night,” he said. “And I see plenty of dung for fire.”

  “Dung?” Sophia groaned.

  “Do you see anything else to burn?” Thrak asked.

  “Uncouth,” muttered Faoril.

  Thrak glanced at my sword. “After supper, I would enjoy sparring with you.”

  A smile crossed my lips. He was muscular. Bigger than any human man. His scars were sexy. A hot itch had kept me aware of every step of my horse, my hot pussy rubbing on the leather saddle. I hadn't sparred with anyone since...Kevin.

  Did I ever really love him? I could remember sparring and...there were holes in my recollections like an apple gnawed on by a worm. I knew sparring made me horny. We must have fucked or made love afterwards, and yet I could only remember crossing blades with him.

  What had Kevin done to hurt me? What made me so angry I would want to forget our relationship? Was my relationship with Sophia equally doomed? Could I really love anyone if I could excise them out of my mind?

  I pushed aside my doubts. I loved Sophia. I had to believe I wouldn't sabotage our relationship.

  “I would enjoy that,” I nodded, glancing at Sophia.

  Her delicate face was tight and her green eyes squeezed shut. I moved to her as she dismounted from Purity and pulled her close, her small breasts pressing against her white robes. “You know what's going to happen tonight?”

  Sophia sighed and nodded.

  I lifted her chin. “It doesn't change how I feel.”

  “I just don't have a real cock,” Sophia muttered, “or strong muscles that make you wet.”

  “You make me wet in other ways, slave,” I purred before capturing her lips in a kiss.

  Sophia clung to me as we kissed, her arms tight about me as her tongue thrust into my mouth. A hot excitement rippled through me. Sophia did make me wet in other ways. I caressed her tongue as I held her tight.

  I was breathless when we broke the kiss. “Come...on. Let's get...camp set up.”

  Sophia nodded, a smile on her lips. “Yes, Mistress.”

  I slid down and gave her ass a squeeze. I could never imagine a man saying those two words. They were just for me and Sophia.

  The horses grazed on the grass, hobbled to keep from wandering off, while we searched through the grass to gather dried dung. It didn't have much smell, but I was glad for the small creek that ran through to wash my hands after we finished.

  The fire had a...pungent aroma. Thrak added an herb to the fire, and the smoke became bitter, but far more pleasant. Sophia nodded her head in approval as she spread out her bedroll by the fire and chatted with Faoril. We ate our trail rations while the smoke kept back the growing swarms of insects. I had never seen so many mosquitoes in my life.

  And they were so big.

  “Is that the point of the herb?” Xera asked as she sat atop a hilltop, her head swiveling as she kept watch.

  “Yes,” Thrak growled. He turned to me. “Are you ready?”

  I grinned at him. “Yes. I've been itching to spar for weeks.”

  Thrak glanced at Sophia and Faoril, the two women talking as they lay on their bedrolls. “Yes. You have wanted for proper companionship.”

  “Hey,” Sophia gasped, “I give her plenty of companionship.”

  A smile grew on Thrak's lips. “I have heard of the cult of lesbianism. You and her...?”

  “Sophia finds her way into any woman's bedroll,” I laughed as we walked up the hill, the sun painting orange across the grass.

  “Orc females do not engage. They think it is demeaning. My Serisia's one complaint was that her urge to indulge with another woman from time to time went unfulfilled. I would have loved to watch that.”

  “Every guy does,” I grinned. “A pity your orc females are too consumed with fucking men to realize that.”

  I fell into my fight stance as I faced him. He swung his ax in deadly, sweeping arcs. It was a masterful weapon, made of Valyan steel. The twin ax blades gleamed orange as he swung his weapon, his swarthy skin rippling about his muscles.

  Damn, he was sexy. My pussy clenched and a hot trickle ran down my thigh. I shifted my hips, my chainmail loincloth jingling as it swayed between my legs. His eyes crossed my body, a noticeable bulge forming in his loincloth.

  “Other orcs thought me weak for loving a human,” Thrak grinned. “But your kind does have their charms.”

  “I'm seeing your appeal, too,” I grinned as I moved forward and swung my blade.

  Our attacks were slow, sparring, moving through the forms more than trying to hit each other. We were fighting with l
ive steel instead of blunted training weapons. This was dangerous. My heart beat with exhilaration as we traded blows and circled each other.

  Thrak's swings were with purpose, not wild or uncoordinated. He knew how to fight with an ax. Stories may paint orcs as uncivilized, but they must have weapon masters who had figured out sophisticated techniques.

  “You have skill,” Thrak nodded.

  “You sound surprised. Don't female orcs fight?”

  “Our females disdain manly weapons,” he growled. “They fight with magic and knives. Men protect them.”

  “Pity,” I grinned. “I bet there are amazing fighters being overlooked.”

  “Perhaps.” He swung at me and I parried, our weapons clinging. I riposted and drove him back. “Life is cheap out here. Females are too important for the tribe's future to be squandered in foolishness.”

  “Foolishness? I thought orcs lived for battle.”

  “Foolishness,” he repeated as he slashed his ax at me, driving me back.

  Our weapons rang as we danced around each other. The sun sank lower, twilight deepening the sky while we fought. My heart raced. It was wonderful to train with another warrior, to match my skill against his where our lives were not at stake.

  “You are good,” he said again. “Swift and nimble. You have been trained to fight a larger, stronger opponent.”

  “I sparred with men all the time.” My smile grew. “Sparring has always made my blood pound. Forfeit games were not uncommon in the chapterhouse.”

  “Forfeit?”

  “If you lose, you forfeit something.”

  “A wager,” he nodded. “What?”

  “Well, if I win, I will make you fall to your knees and devour my pussy.” I swung my sword in hard, his ax raising to block.

  “And if I win?”

  “Well, I'll fall to my knees and worship that cock tenting your kilt.” I licked my lips. “I'm always such a slut after sparring.”

  Thrak laughed and threw his arms wide. “I think we shall be sparring a lot, Angela Redhair.”

  I nodded my head in agreement.

  Our sparring became serious. There were stakes. I gasped, and he growled as our weapons rang across the plain. Night settled on the world, our steel flashing with starlight. His strength was impressive. I found myself forced to retreat.

  The footing grew treacherous in the dark. I was losing anyways when I tripped, but it hastened the end of the fight. I landed on my back with a gasp, the grass tickling my thighs. Thrak stood over me, his ax raised.

  “Yield?” he asked as he casually placed his foot on my sword arm. He didn't wear boots but was barefoot. I hadn't realized before.

  “Yes,” I answered, my thighs squeezing together. “I guess I have to pay the forfeit.”

  Thrak smiled at my sultry purr. He stood back and set his ax in the grass. His hands undid the belt holding up his kilt. The felt wrapping fell off his body, leaving him naked and powerful. My eyes widened—the tip of his cock was pierced by bone.

  “You are wild,” I smiled as I undid the buckles holding my half-breastplate and half-backplate together. They came apart, revealing my round breasts to his hungry eyes. I stood up and removed my sword belt. It dropped along with my chainmail loincloth which hung from it. I peeled off my bracers and stood in only my boots and greaves.

  “Well?” I asked.

  “You need piercings,” he laughed, reaching out to squeeze my large breasts. “But your tits almost rival an orc female. But theirs are not so pale and creamy.”

  I shuddered as his calloused hands squeezed my tits. Each was large enough to cover my whole breast. His thick fingers sank into my pillowy flesh. I purred as his thumb caressed over my hard nipple. His other hand went around my back, pulling me against his hard girth.

  “I think my nipples are fine just the way they are,” I groaned. “I'm no priestess.”

  “They prove your strength,” grinned Thrak. “Serisia pierced her body. She was so strong when her nipples were pierced. She did not cry out in pain, only squeezed my hand.”

  “Do you want to talk about your dead wife or feel my mouth on your cock?”

  He hesitated, then his hand squeezed my ass. “You are right. My cock is hard. Suck it, woman.”

  “Woman?” I grinned. “Mmm, you like bossing women around?”

  “They love it.”

  Sophia surely did.

  I sank down to my knees, my hard nipples rubbing against his muscular body. I squeezed my tits about his swarthy cock. It was so dark nestled between my ivory breasts. As the stars grew brighter, my ivory skin almost seemed to glow compared to him.

  “Slut,” he growled as I slid my tits up and down his cock. “Work your tits on my cock. I would rather cum this way and anoint your body with my seed.”

  “And mark me?” I laughed.

  “Yes.”

  His thick fingers ran through my red hair as I worked my tits up and down his cock. My hard nipples brushed his wiry-black pubic hair and rippling abs. They tingled, shooting delight down to my pussy. His cock's tip emerged between my tits, the bone ring bouncing.

  I leaned down and played with the ring. I grasped it in my teeth and tugged, bringing a low growl from Thrak. I did it again, rubbing my tits faster. The orc's hand tightened in my hair. I slid my breasts up and down his shaft as I savored playing with his cock ring.

  “Have you pleased an orc before, slut?”

  “Nope,” I grinned. “But I love playing with your cock ring.”

  I tugged again, and he grunted. Then I licked at the tip of his cock, gathering up the slippery, salty precum as I worked my tits faster and faster up and down his shaft. My lips swallowed the tip, teasing it before it vanished back between my tits.

  I sucked harder the next time his cock emerged, my tongue swirling, savoring the salty flavor of cum. It was such a treat. My pussy grew hotter as his masculine growls and grunts spurred me to rub my tits on his cock faster.

  “Slut,” he growled. “Work those tits like the human whore you are. Yes. You want to be covered in Thrak's cum. All sluts do.”

  “I do,” I panted, getting into the thrill of his gravely voice. My pussy clenched. “Cum on me. Do it. Prove your might, warrior.”

  Thrak let out a loud growl as his cock erupted. Hot, white cum splashed up my neck and fell on my tits. I opened my mouth, catching the next blast, savoring his salty flavor. He was saltier than a human. I swirled it through my mouth as a third eruption added more lines of jizz dribbling down my tits.

  “Yes,” he breathed, staring down at me, proud of his work. I cupped my tits and licked a line of cum up to my pink nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and he growled again. “What a woman you are, Redhair.”

  “What a mighty cock you have,” I giggled.

  “On your back, I am not through with you.”

  I stretched out, savoring his cum cooling on my tits. He knelt before me, his strong hands ripping my legs far apart, baring my shaved pussy wet with my tangy musk. He knelt down, his hands caressing my silky thighs, and buried his face between my pussy lips.

  “Thrak,” I gasped, my tits bucking beneath the onslaught of his hungry mouth.

  His tongue was thick and probing. He thrust it into my depths, swirling it around with a violence. His tongue did not possess the gentle teasing of Sophia. This was primal. I groaned, arching my hot cunt into his hungry mouth.

  “Yes, yes,” I gasped, squeezing my cum-stained tits. “Show me how strong you are. Prove you are a warrior. Make me cum. Make me scream your name.”

  Thrak growled into my pussy. His hands reached beneath me to squeeze my asscheeks. His thick fingers pressed into my butt as he pulled me tighter against his hungry mouth. His nose piercing caressed my clit. My pussy clenched each time.

  The orc feasted on me. His tongue was thick and hungry. He flailed it through my pussy, licking up to my clit and playing with it before he dived back down into my pussy. This orc knew how to please a woman.

 
I grabbed his woolly hair, moaning as I humped into his mouth. “Yes. Eat me. You won. Claim my cunt.”

  Thrak growled again, his hands squeezing my ass tight as his tongue probed deep into me. He stirred me up and savored my tangy flavor. I pinched my nipples hard, stretching out my tits and savoring the pain and pleasure mixing with the bliss his tongue and strong lips churned.

  My stomach clenched. My back arched. I bucked as the pleasure swelled through me. I gasped and moaned, my toes curling and sliding through the grass. He was amazing. My body trembled as my orgasm swelled.

  “Thrak!” I screamed as I came. “Oh, yes.”

  He growled as he devoured my juices. The pleasure flowed through me. I groaned, staring up at the stars spinning over my head as I was drunk on the rapture bursting through my pussy. My heels drummed in the grass and dug into the dirt as I writhed.

  “Pater's cock,” I gasped. “Oh, wow. Gods, you are amazing, Thrak.”

  He lifted up his face, a big grin on his wet lips. Then, with a growl, he flipped me over onto my belly. He lifted my hips up, forcing me to kneel. His cock was hard, thrusting forward at me. I grinned and shuddered as he slammed his thick girth into my spasming pussy.

  “Yes,” I screamed, another orgasm rippling through me as his cock and the wonderful bone ring dived into my pussy.

  He spread me open. I ached. I shuddered. The bone piercing caressed the insides of my pussy, shooting wonderful bliss through me. I bucked back into his thrust as my tits swung beneath me. He growled and snarled, pounding me hard.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed, lost to the pure, wonderful lust of being fucked by his amazing cock. “Oh, wow. Mmm, yes. I can't...oh, wow. This is amazing. Pound me. Pater's cock, you're hung. Damn. You're stretching me open.”

  “Such a tight cunt,” he growled as he pounded me. “Move those hips, woman. Show me how much you love my dick slamming into your cunt. Gewin's mighty cock.”

  “I love it!” I screamed, another orgasm shooting through me. “Oh, wow. This is...oh, yes. I can't...Gods, yes. Fuck me. Make me cum! Pater's cock, yes.”