She sensed the four survivors of the raid shadowing them for most of their hike to the orc’s camp. They were smart enough to know not to attack a second time. Durz remained silent. Sandraste appreciated that.
When the mismatched pair approached the wooden stockade that protected the tiny village, a score of warriors rushed out to surround them.
Durz called to them in their own language. Sandraste, while not fluent, caught enough of what was being said.
“Don’t attack! She’ll kill me! She’s no danger!”
The guards were suspicious, but apparently Durz was trusted or respected enough for them to be escorted inside.
Once the gates were closed behind them, the village was a flurry of activity. All the orcs wanted to see the human woman being escorted to the largest building within the walls. Sandraste didn’t see any females, other than a few children, both male and female, playing and running between the legs of their elders. The bolder males crowded around her and Durz. One was bold enough to lift a hand to touch Sandraste but a single barked word and a growl from Durz stopped him.
The building was made of roughly cut logs and inside was dim and smoky. In many ways it was similar to the hovel Sandraste was raised in until she was taken by the conclave once her magical abilities were revealed.
She was both at ease in this semi-familiar place and disturbed by it.
“Wait here,” Durz grunted at her, leaving her alone in the middle of the large room. There had been guards outside the entrance and a pair stepped inside to observe her. It took no great observational skills to quickly size them up. They were nothing more than low-level warriors pressed into this duty. They were unimportant.
Sandraste sat down in cross-legged fashion. She calmed herself with a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting her other senses, especially her extraordinary senses, inform her of everything going on around her.
She hadn’t hoped to gather much information about the village or the tribe or any of the leaders, but she did get lucky. Her third eye allowed her to follow Durz who was brought to the private chambers of the tribe’s leader.
He was an older male, completely bald as was common among older orcs, but he was no weakling or revered leader because of his age and history. He moved easily and had a powerful build. Like every other orc in the village he had green skin and prominent lower tusks.
The leader and Durz had a quick heated exchange. Because she was only using a third eye to spy on them she couldn’t hear the argument, but there didn’t seem to be any real animosity between the two. Sandraste got the impression the leader trusted and valued Durz but bringing an interloper into their village was a danger.
Sandraste smiled. That was true, but they both were underestimating the danger.
She ended the spell as the two left the room and headed to where Sandraste was waiting.
She smoothly stood and adopted a casual pose. Both orcs, accompanied by more guards, entered the hall. Even more orcs pressed in behind Durz and his leader.
“Thank you for meeting with me,” Sandraste said politely in the orc dialect she was most familiar with.
That immediately flustered the leader who curled back his lip. “Who are you to say such things,” he growled at her in the northern orc dialect. “You are an invader and now a prisoner. You killed one of my tribe. You come here thinking you can parlay with us? Why should we not kill you right now?”
“You can certainly try,” she said calmly. “But I mean your tribe no harm. I came to the north for magical research. Your scouts, this one here, Durz, can tell you he found me in the Circle of Wonder not far from here. They accosted me. They attacked me. I defended myself.”
Her words didn’t placate him at all. “We don’t go to that place. It is forbidden. We saw your smoke and investigated.” He wasn’t nearly as bellicose as he could have been. He obviously knew she was a powerful magic-user and wanted more information before doing something rash. He was an intelligent orc; he wouldn’t have risen to his position if he wasn’t smart and cunning.
Sandraste gave him a second look. He wasn’t ugly for an orc. He had an old scar along one cheek that extended down to his neck. A near-deadly wound he had somehow survived.
“The human kingdom to the south, across the sea is in turmoil,” she said, getting to the point of her journey. “The king has disrupted the Wizard Conclave. War is coming. You need to ready yourselves.”
“Human wars don’t concern us.”
“Human wars have a way of spilling over to other regions.”
“We are not weak.”
Sandraste gave a small sniff, knowing he wouldn’t miss the meaning. “When human wars break out, they always go looking for more powerful weapons. There is a powerful weapon less than a day’s walk from here. The Circle of Wonder.”
The orc leader folded his arms and remained silent.
“I have a proposition for you,” she said. “Allow me to use the Circle of Wonder and I will protect this village from invaders, human and non-human alike.”
He snorted. “You? Protect us?”
Sandraste spread her arms. Her hands glowed. The orc leader’s brow furrowed and he gestured for the guards to move forward, but when they did so each guard, and every orc in the building except for the leader, suddenly found it difficult to breathe. They started choking and fell to their knees, scrabbling at their throats trying to pry away invisible, insubstantial fingers.
“Yes. Protect you,” she said calmly. “An alliance. If you prefer, you can just allow me to use the Circle and ignore me, though that will win you nothing. Or I can kill every last orc in this village and be done with you.”
“Release my warriors,” he threatened her, his fists balling up. There were plenty of weapons within reach but he restrained himself.
“Choose now,” she ordered. “Or watch them die. Watch your entire village die. And then you will die yourself.”
His lips curled back in anger. “Alliance,” he grunted. He was no fool.
The sorceress dropped her hands. The warriors all took in deep gasps of air.
“Excellent,” she said. “Send out your warriors and we shall discuss the details of our alliance.”
He nodded and gave the order. Soon they were alone, but only after Durz had given them both a distrustful glare before leaving.
“I have my shamans and lieutenants discuss treaties,” said the leader.
Sandraste merely nodded. “You may call me Sande. What is your name?”
“Mugdul.”
“Wonderful. The only thing to discuss is that I will do everything I can to protect your tribe and village. You promise not to disturb my magical research and allow me to come and go in the village as I please.”
Mugdul grunted. “A simple treaty. Do we seal this in words or in blood?”
Sandraste looked the orc up and down. “I prefer another way to seal the bargain.”
“What?”
“The only way a woman and an orc can truly trust each other.” It was an easy thing to open up her robes and drop them to the compacted dirt floor.
Mugdul’s eyes opened wide, viewing the naked body of the sorceress. As leader of his tribe he had his pick of mates and currently had three back in his private residence. Two were currently carrying his offspring and he was working actively on the third. It was not unusual for other females in the tribe to flirt with him, to curry his favor, to take a step up in status.
He should not have been tempted by the weak body of a human female.
In truth, he was sorely tempted.
Her skin was pale with light brown nipples and a dark triangle of hair covering her cunt. There was a certain beauty to her though she couldn’t hold a candle to a strong orcress.
“You expose yourself to your new ally?” asked Mugdul, not willing to play her game.
“No. I fuck him. Get your cock out and we’ll seal our bargain.”
He grunted but didn’t immediately move. Observing her he noted her eyes were directed at his crotch.
“You’re hard,” she said. “And sporting an impressive bulge. Let’s see if you measure up to the other orcs I’ve fucked.”
“You question my cock?”
She shook her head. “Not at all. But I’ll only play politics and power with an orc who can handle his cock.”
Mugdul didn’t know why her words angered him more than they should have. But they also made him excited and eager. As much as he wanted to fuck her just after seeing her naked, that urge was redoubled after her teasing.
He grunted once more and quickly stripped off his clothing, but left on his loincloth. Sandraste approached him with confidence, something he hadn’t seen in many, if any, orcresses. She saw scars all over his body, evidence of his prowess in battle and his ability to survive.
Kissing him was unusual because of his prominent tusks. Orcs weren’t partial to kissing but that wasn’t a problem because after tasting his mouth with her tongue she quickly slid down his body, covering the green skin with little kisses, pausing at his nipples which disturbed and aroused him, before sinking all the way to her knees.
Tugging off his loincloth was only made difficult because of his erection. It was impressive but not intimidating. Her mouth was warm and wet around him, but was unlike an orcress’s oral attention because of Sandraste’s lack of tusks. That didn’t mean he didn’t like it.
Mugdul groaned as Sandraste managed to swallow all of his thick length, pausing to look up at him when he was completely within her mouth and throat. He said nothing; she wasn’t capable of speaking.
He never would have admitted it to his warriors, his bodyguard, his most trusted advisors, even his three mates, but he shivered with delight as she cupped his balls with one hand and stroked behind them with the finger of her other hand. She was getting dangerously close to his back entrance and that he didn’t want to contemplate…even though he wanted it.
Abruptly she backed off. “Is there no bed in here?”
He grunted. “We feast and confer in here. It is not a place to fuck.”
“Where is your throne?” she asked.
Mugdul shook his head. “That is a human device.”
“I don’t want to fuck in the dirt.”
Once more Mugdul grunted. He went to a line of chests along one wall and pulled out several large rugs. The room had five low tables to accommodate orcs eating while seated on the floor. He spread the rugs creating an ersatz but acceptable bed.
“Very good,” she said and lay down on her back, spreading her legs, and raising her knees.
Mugdul looked at her. “You want to fuck like an orc, not a human?”
“I have exotic tastes.” She ran a hand down her body, cupping a breast and pinching the nipple, before it landed between her legs. He saw a pair of fingers disappear into her cunt.
Fascinated, he kept staring. Sandraste fondled herself as he watched and then she brought her fingers up to her mouth and tasted her amrita. No orcress would ever do that. Or at least he had never seen one do it.
“Are you going to fuck me, or not? Do you want this alliance, or not?”
While never having fucked a sorceress before, he wanted her in a way he couldn’t verbalize. He grunted and knelt down between her legs, supporting his weight on his forearms. Sandraste grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance.
“Hard and throbbing,” she said softly as she inserted it between her nether lips.
Once he was aligned, Mugdul did as he had with all his mates and lovers. He shoved his cock in as deep and hard as he could.
Sandraste gasped at the sudden intrusion and then laughed at the thrill of pain it had given her. “Orcs are a different breed, aren’t they? Fuck me,” she all but begged him. “Fuck me hard.”
She wanted to be humiliated by an orc; Mugdul could rise to that occasion. He pulled back and slammed his cock into her as hard as he could. She grunted at the impact and grinned up at him. “That’s it. You know how to fuck like a man.”
He started slamming in and out of her. She met each impact of his body against her but tilting up her hips to better receive him. She moaned and sighed at his enthusiasm.
“You like that, human slut?”
“Fuck yes! Is this how you fuck your orcress slatterns?”
“Yes. I fuck them like worthless sluts. They love it.”
“Do you like fucking them in the ass?”
He hadn’t expected her to say that. Such an act was anathema to orc ethos. Naturally many of them did it but never admitted to doing it.
When he didn’t answer her and just kept fucking, she reached down between the bodies and somehow managed to grab his ball sack. “Can you cum in me like a real orc?” she half asked and half demanded as she twisted the sack.
He came hard in her.
Mugdul would never admit to how pleasurable it was cumming in the human sorceress’s pussy, but it was novel and different and maybe that’s what made it better.
Sandraste was lightly laughing as he finished his orgasm, his body slightly trembling with aftershocks as she patted his back in appreciation of how well he had fucked her.
“You are a beast and an artist with that cock,” she complimented him.
The orc just grunted and heaved himself off her body. They lay next to each other a minute, him panting heavily and her breathing deeply enjoying the sparkles of pleasure that tingled her body.
“I know how to fuck,” he grunted. “All my mates say so.”
She ignored his comment. “Tomorrow I will continue my research at the Circle of Wonder. You’ll provide a bodyguard for me. Tonight, you’ll have given me a safe place to sleep.”
“I should fuck you all night,” he grunted.
“You don’t have the energy,” she told him.
He found that was true. He didn’t realize how she was controlling and influencing him.