A Wizard's War - 18. A Ride to Kaska

All things considered, Simon needed a moment to adjust to being alive again. Simon had managed to dry himself and found his bag full of supplies. He felt ravenous and began hauling out dried meats and fruit to munch on while he considered all the fantastic things he had witnessed. Yidian was waiting patiently, silent in his mind, but also easier to detect than before. Simon could feel the magic within him more clearly and Yidian’s presence coiled like a viper around that magic well.

“I used my magic there,” Simon thought at length, “I never needed you to use magic.”

“That is correct,” Yidian didn’t try to deny, “The sorcerer lied to you about that. However, we are stronger together.”

What else had Auren lied about? A great many things, Simon imagined. And what did that mean for his current quest? Should he abandon his search for the Bastion? Afterall, he had just died! And what had become of Connor at the hands of those werewolves? Was he dead as well? There were so many questions swirling around in his head, Simon just sat with his head bowed between his knees on the cold stone squeezing both temples with his index and middle fingers.

“Where are we?” Simon asked.

“Volox Ofoon. A fae settlement. And when last I saw Connor, he was very much alive and safe.”

“That’s a relief.”

“I had to kill his uncle though… and his cousin… maybe some other wolves. I dunno, fuck them all if you ask me.”

“How I felt while in the other realm?” Simon hesitated, unsure if he wanted the answer, “I was overcome by lust when you passed through the mirror.”

“Your gift as the Seeded One. You felt what others experience in your presence when you direct that intention toward them.”

Simon suddenly wondered if the things he felt and experienced were all subconsciously his own hidden purpose. Had he filled Bronn with lust? The goblins? Amos? Connor? Was their experience even real if he was forcing the werewolf to feel a certain way? Compelling them to fill him with their seed. Using everyone for his own pleasurable gains and for the conquest of more power.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” Yidian spoke, “You are your greatest adversary, surely you saw that in the mirror. Don’t fight what you are.”

“Perhaps you are my greatest adversary,” Simon considered.

“And after I saved your life…” Yidian scoffed in mock hurt.

“You only do things that serve your own purpose and Belothemid’s agenda,” Simon grumbled.

“Doesn’t mean our goals are not still aligned,” Yidian cooed, “We are better together.”

Simon was so deep in thought; he did not notice that others had found their way into the stone courtyard where he was sitting with his back against a pillar.

“That’s the one!” someone suddenly shouted. Simon looked up to see the one that had spoken and was even more confused by what he saw. There was a squat, half-sized older man with braided white hair pointing directly at him. To either side of the man were fairies with jet black butterfly wings holding unusual, multicolored batons.

“Demon,” called one of the fairies, “Leave the mortal and return to your realm.”

“What did you do now?” Simon scolded Yidian internally.

“I may or may not have killed a water spirit and then drained that gnome of seed,” Yidian replied sheepishly, “Although, I’m regretting leaving him alive.”

“Please,” Simon raised his hands but remained seated, “I don’t want any trouble.”

“You will answer for crimes against the Fae,” the other fairy approached with its baton outstretched.

Simon reacted instinctually and he called upon his gift, focusing on the symbol for water since there was such an abundance of it in the nearby pool. Perhaps he could freeze them long enough to get away.

“No, don’t use…” Yidian tried to warn Simon, but it was too late. He was blasted with energy from the fairy’s multicolored baton and his magic was immediately turned against him. His whole body seized with intense pain, and he cried out in anguish as he fell over, convulsing on the ground. When Simon stopped trying to use magic, the pain subsided.

“These are the Volox Authority,” Yidian explained, “Using magic against them is pointless and they can now use your own gift against you.”

“Are you fucking serious!” Simon shouted out loud.

“Come with us, or we will inflict more pain,” the fairy explained.

“Fine,” Simon surrendered and slowly found his feet, “Let’s see how much worse this day can get!”

“You are the wronged party, Calben,” one of the fairies turned to the older man, “What do you want us to do with him?”

“I’d like to take him to market,” Calben leered in Simon’s direction, “I think I can fetch a reasonable sum for his unique talents.”

“Here you go,” the fairy that had captured Simon’s gift handed the multicolored baton to the old gnome named Calben. Calben approached and with the pain brought Simon back to his knees.

“What was that for?” Simon winced.

“You are going to pay for what you’ve done, demon,” Calben answered.

“My name is Simon. And whatever the demon did, maybe we can work this out?”

Simon’s pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears and he soon found himself inside of a small cage on the bed of a small donkey cart. He looked through the bars at the mysterious town he found himself in with upside down buildings and all manner of strange fae creatures.

“What are they going to do with us?” Simon asked.

“The market for human slaves is quite profitable in the orc village of Kaska. The citizens of Volox Ofoon often sell their captives there.”

“If we get our hands on that baton, can we free ourselves?”

“If you touch it, the pain will only intensify. They must release us by choice.”

“Any ideas?”

“I’m afraid we are trapped for now, until we can untether your gift from the wand.”

“Is that possible?”

“I hope so.”

Simon managed to get some sleep while leaning against the bars and stretching his legs a bit. He was awakened before dawn as two other gnomes, one bald and one with red hair were hooking his cart to their donkey’s harness.

“I guess we’ll really get to teach you a lesson now,” the red-haired gnome laughed at Simon. The bald one didn’t bother to look in Simon’s direction. They finished loading up their own supplies and then the cart began to roll through the winding streets of Volox Ofoon.

“What happened to my bag?” Simon asked the one that had bothered to speak to him. Yidian briefly explained his name was Jorjin.

“The bag itself will fetch a hefty sum due to its magical properties,” Jorjin answered, “The books were taken by the Volox Authority, not something we want in demon hands or even mortal hands.”

“Great,” Simon thought, “just great.”

“You just came back from the dead,” Yidian offered, “Our story isn’t going to end at the hands of these imbeciles. There are other books and other wizards yet to meet.”

“I’m just supposed to sit back and enjoy the ride? Let myself be delivered to my supposed destiny.”

“I say we spark a little chaos along the way…”

The bumpy cart ride was long, and Simon was left exposed to the sun, where his skin was burning. He tried to pull as much fabric over his exposed flesh as possible, but he was miserable no matter what he tried. He was not eager to reach their destination, but he would be grateful for nightfall and the occasional cloud. Calben had not joined the trek to Kaska, Simon learned from Yidian that he was being escorted by his two sons, Jorjin and Jorim.

The mysterious demon within him remained reticent as always but did give Simon the briefest of explanations of the events leading up to his return. Yidian almost painted themselves as some type of hero in their gallant quest to find Simon again. Simon mostly just felt annoyed by the constant suffering he’d been subjected to since he discovered his latent gift. Maybe if he ever got free, he should just give up using magic and go back to find Connor. What had magic ever brought him, but more misery?

At last night fell, and the two gnomes pulled to the side of the road for the night. They set up camp and built a pleasant fire for themselves. Simon was left in his cage where the night air was now too cold upon his overly hot skin. He felt himself prickle painfully with gooseflesh. He curled up on his side in the cage to preserve the heat he could and hug his legs tight to his body. He slept poorly and was constantly turning to reposition himself on the hard surface.

During the late hours of the night, the door to Simon’s cage was opened and Simon could see a dark figure silhouetted in the dim moonlight. As his eyes adjusted and focused, he recognized the bald gnome looming over his prone body.

“Jorim wants more,” the gnome rasped in a greedy and rather dim-witted way.

“I bet he does,” Yidian sounded quite pleased.

Simon rolled his eyes, but he lowered his pants and sprawled his legs up into the air. Simon spit and then used it to finger his hole gently as he lay on his back. Jorim watched with amazed wonder at the eagerness with which his new captive had submitted. Yidian also seemed surprised by Simon’s quick supplicating gesture.

“Then fuck me, big boy,” Simon told the gnome after he had sufficiently wet his hole. The gnome moved on him and began shoving his thick erection inside. Simon grunted as the cock filled him and then moaned happily as it began to pull out. In and out, Jorim began to use his cock to fill Simon’s ass. Simon squeezed his muscles and worked in time to please Jorim’s fat cock as best as he could. He longed to feel the sweet release inside, to experience the delicious seed.

When Jorim realized Simon’s moans of pleasure might wake his sleeping brother, he clamped a hand over Simon’s mouth as he began to fuck harder and faster. Despite his efforts to silence Simon, Jorim completely forgot to stifle his own grunts and moans as he finally orgasmed and filled Simon full of his seed. Simon felt the energy surging through him and let his body ride the waves of euphoria that took him away from his current situation.

“You really are amazing,” Yidian adored.

“Shut up,” Simon sighed dismissively.

“Clean it for me,” Jorim was standing over Simon now. Simon obediently began to lick and suck on Jorim’s now semi-hard shaft tasting the last drops of cum. Jorim’s head rolled back as he leaned into Simon’s hot sucking mouth around his cock. Soon his erection was full again and his fat cock head was being squeezed by Simon’s throat. Simon continued to suck faster and harder until more seed poured down into him and more power surged through his body.

“I want more,” Jorim said simply again, so Simon positioned himself on all fours to be entered by Jorim again. Jorim fucked with wild, animal need and their bodies were slapping together loudly. Jorim had forgotten all pretense of being quiet as he let loose inside of Simon’s perfectly muscular, round ass. Simon grunted with each deep thrust of that fat cock, and then Jorim would grind up inside of him feeling the walls of his tight rectum stretch and strain. After spending two loads already, Jorim was lasting much longer, and Simon urged him on wanting it to last as long as possible.

Simon knew he could never give up magic, at his very core he knew this is what he was meant to do. He was made to take the seed of others, to be filled with their hot fluid, to be used for their sexual pleasure. His magic would be the reward for all his efforts. This intense power was not just Yidian’s to feed upon and use, it was also his own. A gift he had invited Yidian to share but was never Yidian’s to keep. As Simon became aware of his own gift, he also became aware of the magic web that was tethering him to the wand. With enough power, it could be broken.

Simon was brought out of his thoughts as he heard Jorim climaxing again with a rough grunting growl that brought him up on his toes as he unloaded inside of Simon. Simon felt the magic swell within him and understood the bonds grew weaker and struggled to contain the immense power. Jorim pulled out of him and stumbled back a step as his cock deflated.

“Is that all you got?” Simon urged him.

“Jorim tired,” was all the dumb gnome could manage as he climbed down out of the cage.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Simon called after him. But the gnome pulled his pants up and went back toward the campfire that had burned down to smoldering embers. Simon pulled his own trousers back on and then laid back to try and sleep.

“I like the new you,” Yidian ventured, and Simon was pleased to discover he was now able to silence the annoying presence. He could sense Yidian wriggle uncomfortably as he pushed him further back into his mind. Finally, some peace and quiet.

“Maybe I don’t like the new you,” Yidian grumbled when Simon finally allowed him to speak again in the late morning of the following day.

They were rolling along a high ridge, and from his cage, Simon could make out a vast expanse of grassland to the north. Just south of their current vantage point was a town, or rather a series of permanent tents and structures made of hide, wood, and mud. From the banter he overheard between the two gnomes, Simon had deduced that this was in fact the orc village of Kaska. It would not be long before they arrived, and Simon wondered what sort of beast would purchase him as a slave.

“Please don’t put me back there,” Yidian pleaded, “It’s so boring in the dark.”

“Don’t annoy me and I won’t have to.”

“At least it seems you found a way out of this mess,” Yidian posited optimistically.

“One of many messes, I seem to have stepped in lately,” Simon thought pointedly of Yidian and his foolish trust in Auren Qualls.

“Ouch, that stung a bit. So, you’ve settled on a new plan?”

“Not exactly,” Simon considered, “But I know I want to pursue the use of my magic and for that I will likely need guidance. Despite Auren’s lies, I know the Bastion to be a real place and the seat of magic in the old world.”

“So the new plan, is the old plan?”

“You want to go back in the dark?”

“I’ll be good I swear,” the demon adopted a cutesy internal voice that made Simon’s skin crawl.

Soon Simon was being ordered out of the cage by Jorjin who had the wand ready in case Simon tried to resist.

“Are you sure you and your brother don’t want to use me a few more times first?” Simon ventured.

“If you try to tempt me, demon, I will inflict pain,” Jorjin glared.

“Ok,” Simon put his hands up placatingly, “No need for all that.”

Jorjin led him to a large tent that had a collection of wooden dividers inside and individual vendors had set up various wares. Simon saw orcs for the first time, they were a wide range of ugly, some with long hooked noses and some with squat piggy noses. They all had lower incisors like tusks that stuck up out of their mouth. The men were mostly naked except for basic loin cloths or hide vests, jackets, or cloaks. The women were mostly wrapped in drab fabrics, like a toga dress. They all seemed to have broad muscular builds, but their fat was stored heavily in their midsection making all their clothes bulge with rolls of extra skin and fat. Their skin ranged from a warty green to a warty gray hue.

Simon did not have much time to gawk at the site as Jorjin prodded him along, winding through the large tent full of vendors and out the far side. There was a small area cordoned off with rope behind the big tent. It was surprisingly paved with stones and there were several raised platforms on which humans were being presented to the gathered crowd. The orcs spoke amongst themselves in another language that seemed to be mostly composed of grunts and groans as they pointed and poked at the human specimens. Everything about the place disgusted Simon.

“You should be ashamed, contributing to this,” Simon said, gesturing with a nod toward the human auction.

“My father does not normally sell here, but you disrespected us. He thought the punishment would be fitting, since you enjoy being used so much.”

“Even though I’m innocent…” Simon shook his head, but he could tell by Jorjin’s expression it was pointless to explain.

Simon waited his turn to step up on the raised platform and he was appalled as Jorjin spoke in the orc language and was soon making pelvic thrusting motions and other obscene gestures. Really playing up Simon’s sexual talents, he supposed. Even though he was able to keep his clothes on, Simon felt naked as their beady little eyes roamed over him. Then the talking and arguing over each other began. One orc approached and brazenly groped at Simon’s cock and balls through his pants, then observed his body. His big rough hands felt him up and down. Simon resisted the urge to shove him away.

“I want him,” came a deep, gravelly voice from behind Simon. The orcs that had been looking at him seemed to cower back a step. Simon turned to find a big orc, at least a foot and a half taller than Simon, dressed in much richer clothes than most of the others. He had light green skin and shaved black hair except for an odd, elaborate braid in the back. Simon’s eye was drawn to three solid red lines tattooed vertically beneath the orc’s left eye. It looked almost like the scratch of some animal’s claws if they weren’t so neatly arranged.

“What is the current bid?” the orc asked Jorjin.

“Twenty-five gold pieces,” Jorjin finally responded after clearing his throat loudly.

“Triple that,” the orc responded, “Have him cleaned and brought to my tent.”

“Uh… of course, sir,” Jorjin bowed awkwardly and then began to shoo Simon off the pedestal.

“Who is that?” Simon asked curiously as he watched the big orc disappear again into a tent.

“That was Rom Hammerfist, orc king of Kaska,” Jorjin couldn’t help whispering in amazement. Everyone was clearly shaken by the appearance of the orc king at the auction, but Jorjin wasn’t about to turn down the money that was being offered or refuse the orc king anything he requested. Simon thought his imminent escape might be easy, but his stomach turned queasy as he wondered what the big orc had planned for him.

Jorjin sent Jorim to collect buckets of water while Jorjin built a fire to heat it. They prepared a bath for Simon and then Jorjin ordered him to strip down so they could fully cleanse his body. Despite himself, Simon became erect as Jorim began to assist in the bathing; he spent an extra-long time lathering up and massaging Simon’s dick and ass. Jorim lewdly winked at him when Jorjin wasn’t paying attention, clearly groping his own erection through his clothes as he went about their work. Simon wondered if he’d have one last opportunity to get Jorim to breed him, but Jorjin was not letting them out of his sight.

Once he was perfumed and his muscles properly oiled and prepared, Simon was taken to the tent of Rom Hammerfist. Inside was like stepping into another world, the interior of the tent was lavishly furnished and decorated with rich, red fabrics and sturdy chairs and tables. The otherwise dirt floors had been covered with sawn logs to create a crude yet effective surface that was regularly polished and kept clean. The orc king sat on a larger throne toward the back as two other humans stood to either side. One human was peeling and feeding the orc some type of prickly fruit while the other was just massaging the orc’s now bare chest and lazily playing with his brownish, erect nipples.

Two orc guards that had been lurking in the corners, seemed to spring to life and move to bar Jorjin’s passage to the king’s throne. One of the guards roughly shoved a bag of coins into Jorjin’s arms and then Jorjin handed over the wand. He completed a nervous sort of bow toward the throne before turning and leaving the tent again. There was a long awkward silence as Simon’s eyes flicked between the two guards and the king resting on his throne. As the king’s half slitted eyes seemed to peer uninterestedly down at Simon, he moaned as the other humans continued to tend to his needs. Simon briefly wondered if he should run after Jorjin.

With a swift, relaxed movement the orc king waved away the fruit that was being offered and then spread his legs wider. He kept his overly large, dark eyes trained on Simon with very little expression or emotion. It seemed the fabric covering the orc king’s lower half was just lying over his lap and he easily tugged it aside, exposing the largest cock Simon had ever seen. It lay flaccidly between his meaty legs, roughly as big around as Simon’s forearm. Both humans fell upon the cock and began licking and jerking it eagerly with their hands. Rom just stared at Simon as the others continued to pleasure the immense shaft. They struggled to put their mouths around it and used both hands to stroke him. The two guards kept their backs to the scene, their faces expressionless and disinterested.

Simon shifted uneasily on his feet, his legs tired and his stomach starting to rumble with a lack of food. But Simon was fully erect, he couldn’t help it and he couldn’t deny how badly he longed to join the other humans that were falling before the orc king. If possible Yidian was also drooling internally as they watched the scene unfold. Simon absently moved his hand to touch himself and the orc king’s eyes tracked the subtle movement. Pain suddenly flared through Simon’s body, and he cried out in surprise.

“You were not given permission to touch yourself,” the guard with the wand stated plainly as he continued to stare ahead.

“What should…” Simon was going to ask what was expected of him, but more pain flared through his body.

“You will not speak unless instructed,” the guard spoke.

Simon planted his feet, put his hands at his sides and looked directly back at the orc king on his throne. His expression remained relaxed and curious as he just watched what Simon would do. As Simon watched the two humans feasting on Rom’s massive shaft, Simon felt his own erection twitching and leaking down the inside of his pants. He was probably darkening the thin fabric there, but he stayed still and watched. At length, Rom’s eyelids began to grow heavier, and he watched Simon with eyes glazed with immense pleasure. The orc king’s massive cock began spouting hot liquid and the first several ejaculations managed to fly three feet before splattering thickly on the ground. The tent’s stuffy air was filled with the scent of the orc’s orgasm.

Simon was stunned by the sight and wanted to run over and lick and please that delicious cock with every fiber of his being. The orc king just stared back as he waved the other two humans away and they left without a word. Then Rom stood and began to dress himself, turning the loose fabric into a toga-like garment that covered the deflating monster between his legs. He also made one final appraising look at Simon, noting the dark stain on his trousers where his erection ended, before leaving the tent. Only when the orc king was gone did the guards turn to Simon and take him away.

“Damn,” Yidian whispered breathlessly inside, clearly equally aroused as Simon.