A Wizard's War - 22. King Maker

Simon looked out from the throne at the gathered orcs. He was nearly as physically strong and powerful as an orc himself now. He sat shirtless upon the throne, his waist wrapped with a white fabric and fastened with an ornate golden clasp. Nearly every guard in his court had offered him their seed, begged him for the chance to serve. They were rough, over-eager brutes when they were rutting, but the power they gave him was exquisite.

“By law,” Orc Magister Sylas grumbled from his furry pig snout, “If someone kills the current Orc King of Kaska, they assume the title. Historically, that edict was applicable only to hand-to-hand combat. There is also the inescapable fact that this is no orc.”

There were cheers around the room as Sylas hooked a thumb in Simon’s direction. All the current tribe leaders had flocked to Kaska at the news of Rom’s death. Before Simon could protest, the orc guards had fashioned him with finery and had exalted him as their new leader. Then the orgies began, celebrating Simon’s power. Now that the tribal leaders were gathered, there was some question about this rash decision.

“If you want them to respect you,” Yidian spoke internally, “You will have to show them you mean business.”

“I never wanted to become their ruler,” Simon thought, “I was just trying to survive.”

“We deserve this! Can’t we have just a little fun?”

Simon had to admit it had been fun while it lasted. But he didn’t like the direction this meeting with the tribal leaders was taking. They were clearly opposed to an outsider assuming such an important role, and Simon never wanted to settle down in this savage land anyway.

Simon was drawn back to the arguments in the room when another orc was speaking exaggeratedly in their unintelligible language. The guard that had first entered him and stood watch at his cell door was willing to translate in his own way.

“Leader Spinecrusher says you strong and powerful. He argues for you but sees the Magister’s point.”

“I say the law still stands,” another orc stated, “If we object, we fight. Winner takes the throne.”

“Who would challenge our new Orc King?” Magister Sylas prompted and there was much discussion and loud talking over each other around the room.

“Winning the fight would earn their respect,” Yidian approved, “But the guards are loyal to you. If you are truly serious, we could just kill this rabble and maintain power.”

“I don’t want power,” Simon thought again.

“Yes, you do,” Yidian stated flatly, and Simon hated how right he was. Simon couldn’t deny the pleasure he felt sitting upon the throne and the endless supply of powerful seed at his disposal. It was dizzying and dangerous and could easily corrupt even the gentlest of souls.

“I will challenge him,” a large orc with long, dark black hair and beard raised an axe above his head. His dark green chest was exposed, and the swollen muscles barely fit in the leather straps that held his weapon sling. His loin cloth was animal skin, and the beefy calves below were as big around as Simon’s head. His right eyebrow was pierced, and several loops hung from his ears as well, with what appeared to be teeth hanging from them. Simon felt dread wash over him.

“This is Leader Darkskull of the Ket-Let-Ta Clan,” the guard explained quietly to Simon.

“Don’t worry,” Yidian comforted, “We got this.”

“It is decided,” Magister Sylas proclaimed, “At nightfall, the battle for Orc King will be decided in the arena! A battle to the death!”

“I don’t want it!” Simon finally spoke and Yidian was furious inside, but powerless to stop him.

Orc sounds of surprise spread across the room and even the guard standing nearby looked shocked and a little offended by the outburst.

“I am a warlock,” Simon continued, “My only goal was to reach the Bastion, so I could continue my training.”

“This is not our way,” the magister growled, “But it proves you are just an outsider. Not fit to rule Kaska and the Savage Plains.”

“I would not doubt my capabilities,” Simon declared, “But this was never something I sought.”

“Then how will we decide a new leader?” another orc asked.

“It’s simple,” Leader Darkskull declared, “I kill this human welp and make it official.”

“Agreed,” Magister Sylas nodded, “We must honor our ways.”

“And if I win?” Simon asked, “And still wish not to rule?”

This was met with laughter from Leader Darkskull and several others.

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Darkskull thumped his chest with his meaty fist.

After the meeting finally ended, Simon looked at the loyal guard that had become his almost impromptu advisor over the last several days. The orc was not as impressive as the tribal leaders, but he was strong with lighter green skin. He just looked more youthful than the average orc, even though his long tusks betrayed his age and the slightly balding patch on the top of his head. He had bred Simon plenty over the last few days, and he was impressively virile as well.

“You know I don’t even know your name,” Simon spoke at length.

“Tetlak Kingsguard,” the orc seemed to bristle with distaste.

“Kingsguard?” Simon mused, “Seems appropriate.”

“Our names are earned,” Tetlak was not amused, “It states what I am.”

“You are unhappy that I do not want to fight? Unhappy that I don’t want to rule?”

“I’m sorry, my king,” Tetlak bowed awkwardly, “It is not my place to judge.”

“I thought most would be thrilled to get rid of the outsider as their leader.”

“The ones with power, yes,” Tetlak nodded.

“I long to train as a warlock with the Wizard Counsel in the Bastion,” Simon explained, “I can’t do that if I am here ruling the orcs. In my reading of some cultures, trial by combat was occasionally settled by naming a champion. Have orcs ever used such a practice?”

“No,” Tetlak looked confused.

“You’d like different leaders though?” Simon considered, “A chance to shake things up.”

“You’re crazy,” Yidian marveled at the plan forming in Simon’s mind.

“If it fails,” Simon countered, “We use magic to fight our way out and flee. If we succeed, we will have power over the orcs of Kaska.”

“We are treated poorly,” Tetlak considered, “Ruled by fear of death if we displease. You are first king to ask Tetlak.”

“Would you free the humans?” Simon asked, “If I wanted that?”

“The orc king could do that,” Tetlak looked confused, “But there will be many threats. The king rules only Kaska. Tribe leaders rule their own; the orc king protects the common ground of Kaska. If the orc king forbids trading slaves in Kaska, the leaders would probably find new place to trade.”

“Which would undermine the power of the orc king…” Simon thought. He looked at Tetlak, who watched him uncomfortably. The orc had a clear erection bulging beneath the fabric of his clothes. Simon decided a nice hard fuck might clear his mind of all the thoughts trying to overwhelm him. He disrobed and spread his legs onto the arms of the throne and asked Tetlak to enter him.

Tetlak was on him, filling him and pounding him with his brute strength. After Rom had spread him, Tetlak was not nearly as punishing or difficult to accept. The orc’s size was still inhuman by any standard though and it drove Simon wild. The copious amounts of seed they erupted inside, made his body swell with power. He urged Tetlak on, grabbing and clawing at the exposed flesh of the orc and begging for more. Tetlak growled and Simon screamed in climax together, and Tetlak filled him full of seed.

“Please bring me Magister Sylas,” Simon said afterward as they were pulling their clothes back on.

“Yes, my king,” Tetlak bowed.

Soon the magister was standing before Simon again with a scowl on his face.

“You’ve summoned me?” Sylas growled with disgust.

“I wondered if I might choose the next king of Kaska?” Simon finally posed the question, “I name an orc to fight as my champion…if they win, they become king in my place.”

“If they lose?” Sylas asked.

“Then Darkskull becomes King of Kaska and I imagine I would be put to death.”

“Naturally,” Sylas smiled coldly, clearly considering the many ways he could make Simon suffer in death. “And who would you name?”

“Why not Tetlak?” Simon gestured casually to the orc guard who seemed to pale at the idea.

“My king!” Tetlak started, but Simon shot him a silencing look.

“This orc?” Sylas looked Tetlak up and down, unimpressed, “Against Leader Darkskull?”

Sylas erupted into uncontrolled laughter that went on for way too long as Simon glared back at him, unwavering from his decision. Tetlak shifted awkwardly, clearly not liking the plan, but afraid to speak against it.

“I think the leaders can accept this proposal,” Sylas finally responded, “I will take great satisfaction removing your entrails while you are still alive.”

“Remember that, Tetlak,” Simon leveled his gaze back at Sylas, “I think that is how Magister Sylas wants to die when you become king.”

Sylas gave one last sinister snarl before storming out of the throne room. Simon sat back in his throne and sighed heavily. There was much to be done before nightfall.

“My king,” Tetlak ventured, “I am skilled at fighting, but nowhere near as powerful as Leader Darkskull. I fear I will fail you.”

Simon tugged his fabric aside and exposed his fat, flaccid cock between his legs. He tugged at it gently and beckoned Tetlak closer.

“Come take your king in your mouth,” Simon ordered, “We will make you ready for this fight.”

Tetlak looked uncertainly at Simon’s growing erection, clearly he’d never been asked to please another man in this way. But tentatively he got down on his knees and licked at Simon’s growing shaft, tasting the salty flesh and smelling the manly musk of his king. Lust flared through Tetlak and his own erection pressed against his clothing. When Simon was hard and full, Tetlak tested the head in his mouth. The king’s precum was sweet and exhilarating, he felt his body stiffen and his cock grow harder.

“Go on,” Simon whispered, “take more of it.”

Tetlak did as he was instructed and placed half of Simon’s cock into his mouth. His tusks bumped roughly into Simon’s shaft as he gagged and Simon hissed in discomfort.

“I’m sorry my king!” Tetlak apologized in alarm.

“It’s ok,” Simon smiled, “just surprised me. Take it slow, no need to gag yourself.”

Tetlak started again, swallowing Simon’s cock little by little. The slick warm mouth made Simon moan as it worked over his shaft. Soon he could feel Tetlak’s drool dripping down his balls as they bounced freely below the orc’s chin. Simon made little thrusting motions in time with Tetlak and filled him further. The back of Tetlak’s throat spasmed and squeezed the head of his cock in wonderful ways. Simon moaned and placed a hand on the back of Tetlak’s head, urging the orc to swallow him and suck him. The rising urge started in Simon’s abdomen and then his cheeks flushed, his balls drew up and he expelled into Tetlak’s mouth. It was like lightning had shot through his body and then exploded out of the end of his cock.

Tetlak was surprised and started to gag, but after he tasted the glorious seed, he knew he needed to gobble every single drop. He sucked and slurped and licked the seed from Simon’s shaft and then sat back feeling the power roar through him. His muscles bulged and his cock flared. Tetlak flopped back on the ground in spasms, unaware his cock was spewing his own orgasm into the air as Simon watched. Tetlak’s muscles grew rock hard and swollen as Simon’s power filled every part of his body.

“I feel stronger,” Tetlak growled, not recognizing his own deepening voice.

“You are stronger,” Simon laughed lightly, “You’re incredible.”

“Can I have more?” Tetlak sat up eagerly and noticed that Simon was still very erect.

“Yes,” Simon nodded, “but let’s pace ourselves. I don’t want to hurt you by giving too much.”

After a little rest and some wine was brought by some servants, Tetlak began to suck Simon again. He was so eager now, desperate to taste more of that power. Simon laid back with a glass of wine in his hand and sipped casually as he enjoyed the sensations on his big cock.

“This is power,” Yidian cooed softly, “I’ve never imagined such a thing.”

“Yesss,” Simon whispered aloud, and Tetlak took it as encouragement to keep pleasing with more vigor.

“I don’t want to follow Belothemid anymore,” Yidian laughed in disbelief, “He’s a demon, trapped in the old ways. You…you’re…”

“Yes?” Simon spoke again as he pushed down slightly and Tetlak’s head.

“You are power,” Yidian was breathless with pleasure, “Together we could do anything. Own this world. Just us, not Belothemid or Auren Qualls or even the fucking Wizard Counsel could rival such awe-inspiring power.”

Simon had noticed two other orc guards watching from the door, they stroked their fat, engorged cocks just beyond the entrance and could not pull their eyes away. Simon made deliberate eye contact as he stood and began to fuck Tetlak’s gagging mouth. Tetlak spit saliva and choked it down with surprise. Simon roared as he let loose another load directly down Tetlak’s constricting throat. The seed had nowhere to go but down and Tetlak swallowed greedily.

“My king,” Tetlak gasped as the cock head pulled free and then he was seized by another wave of growth and bulging muscles. Tetlak felt some pain, but it soon faded into an overwhelming orgasmic sensation of pure power.

“Don’t just stand there,” Simon motioned to the guards. They entered and Simon knelt before their massive cocks and began to lick and stroke them. His lips would barely fit around their swollen heads, but he did his best to suck them and make them as hard as possible. Simon looked at the guard on his left and instructed him to enter from behind. The guard was all too eager to fill Simon’s hole with his fat cock.

Simon sucked and licked with his mouth on one guard while the other fucked him from behind. The orcs were rough, and Simon was always shocked at how well his ass could accept them. It seemed the more he was exposed and the more he took orc cock, the easier it became. He was still tighter and softer than anything they had ever fucked before, they loved watching his muscular ass bounce as they slammed into it. The more pleasure Simon felt, the more pleasure they were given in return.

“It’s so good,” Yidian moaned drunkenly.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” Simon panted before swallowing more cock.

The orc pounding his hole grunted with effort and tried to give his king more and more. Soon the orc’s cock flared and swelled before unloading inside. The orc threw his head back and grunted as he spilled his seed. Simon experienced what he assumed was Yidian’s orgasm exploding within him. His eyes seemed to glow red for a moment and his hands turned to claws against the dirt floor. Simon stood, locking the orc’s cock firmly between his muscular cheeks and draining him of more and more hot cum until it threatened to overflow from his spasming hole.

Simon looked down at his cock, bigger and stronger than he’d ever seen it, pulsing with angry veins as it begged to be released. He turned and found that Tetlak was watching from the throne, his legs carefully splayed over the armrests as he had seen Simon do only a little while ago. It felt like a lifetime had passed since then. Simon stalked over to Tetlak and spit on the exposed orc hole.

“I want to please my king,” Tetlak begged.

“And so, you shall,” Simon smirked and then licked and teased at Tetlak’s hole with his tongue. Simon noticed the guard that had been in his mouth standing nearby. He asked him to spit on Tetlak’s hole with his slick saliva and then Simon roughly played a finger over the surface before plunging it inside. Tetlak moaned and Simon continued to lubricate the interior of the orc’s tight rectum. More spit, more fingers. More spit, more fingers.

“Please, my king,” Tetlak moaned with his deep baritone voice. Simon stood and filled his ass and Tetlak screamed at the intense feeling. Simon’s cock had never been so hard and throbbing. It was almost painful as Tetlak squeezed around him, the hot walls of his inside burned. Then he pulled back and thrust and little by little Tetlak accepted him. Simon looked at the guard that had been helping him and ordered him to get inside. The orc came behind Simon and began to fuck him eagerly from behind.

Simon long fucked Tetlak with his shaft, letting the orc experience every inch of his bulk, while the eager orc guard was pounding away on Simon with total abandon. Simon smiled as the pleasure filled him from every side, rising up and through him. He opened his eyes and they were glowing crimson from his sunken eye sockets. Tetlak gasped in surprise as claws clamped down around his waist and Simon began to fuck rough and brutal into his hole. Many voices growled from Simon’s throat as he took Tetlak’s tight ass.

“You like that fat cock in you?” the many voices roared and Tetlak just whimpered his agreement. Simon felt the orc guard release inside of his ass and more power surged through him. He gripped Tetlak by the throat and hefted one of Tetlak’s legs higher over his shoulder. Then he began driving down the full force of his cock into the burning hot walls. The need to release was so powerful, but he kept it back, kept building and building up the power in his massive cock.

“Please…” Tetlak gasped, struggling to breath but dizzy with lust. Simon gave him what he wanted and exploded inside of the orc’s hole. His seed was still spewing from the end as the cock slipped out of Tetlak and the other two guards were greedily upon him, cleaning the shaft. They marveled at the intense power in their king’s seed.

Simon’s eyes and hands returned to normal as he regained his breath and then he watched as Tetlak began to grow.

The arena was in an uproar as night fell. Word had traveled fast through Kaska about the upcoming event that would decide their new king. Torches encircled the giant circular expanse of dirt, and the blood stains of past battles were faintly illuminated. Most of the attendees knew that they would witness Leader Darkskull crushing Tetlak, but they came primarily to see the very public execution of the interloper that killed the last king. The torture and misfortune of humans was almost a way of life going back as far into orc history as they could recall.

Magister Sylas stood upon a raised platform near the empty booth that would normally seat the current king of Kaska as they presided over the events. Simon was not given this honor any longer, partly out of disrespect and because he had abandoned that ambition in favor of his champion. Sylas made him watch from a much lower position, surrounded by guards, in case his execution became a reality. Simon sat without worry; his head held high as he listened to Sylas speak.

“For the title of King of Kaska, two warriors shall face off in the arena tonight!” Sylas shouted out and the crowd went wild.

“Representing the Tribal Leaders, from the strong clan of Ket-Let-Ta, Leader Orlo Darkskull!!!”

Darkskull strode into the arena now wearing massive spiked shoulder pauldrons over his broad shoulders. His torso was still bear but crossed with straps of leather to hold his weapons. He unslung his mighty axe and lifted it above his head to the roar of the cheering crowd. His muscles were glistening and huge in the torchlight as he beat his chest with his free hand.

“Dark-skull! Dark-skull!” A chant began in time with the leader’s beating hand, “Dark-skull! Dark-skull!”

Sylas let the chanting naturally die out before continuing.

“And the opponent? A lowly kingsguard, named champion by the human imposter, Tetlak!!”

There were boos and hisses of disdain all around the arena in preparation for Tetlak’s entrance. They all believed that Darkskull would prevail, and they wanted to be on the right side of history when the dust settled. But when Tetlak’s massive form had to stoop through the doorway to enter the arena, the insults faltered and then fell silent. Tetlak was easily the largest most imposing orc in the entire arena and over his shoulder he carried his large flat blade, like an oversized meat cleaver.

Simon smiled as he watched Magister Sylas look toward him with alarm and confusion.

“It’s a trick!” the magister shouted, “How…?”

Simon purposefully ignored the magister and stood to address the stunned crowd.

“For the King of Kaska!” Simon amplified by many voices across the stadium with the aid of Yidian, “Fight!”

Darkskull charged and began swinging his axe, hoping to get in low and catch Tetlak in surprise. Tetlak moved faster than any beast of his size should be able to and deflected the axe blade with the edge of his own weapon. The two warriors moved in a circle, considering the other, testing for weaknesses with their blades. They searched for openings to attack and countered when needed. Then in a flurry, Tetlak was upon Darkskull, his large blade crashing down upon the orc leader again and again. Darkskull planted his feet and blocked against the repeated hammering of blows.

Darkskull moved fast, pulling a smaller dagger from his weapon holders and he plunged it rapidly into Tetlak’s side before tumbling away to a safer distance. Tetlak held his side in surprise and saw the red blood flowing there. Simon worried for the orc but tried not to let it show on his face. He was acutely aware of Magister Sylas glowering down at him from on high.

The crowd was still holding its breath in tense and stunned silence. The only sounds were the ringing of steel against steel as the men continued to circle and strike against the other. Simon didn’t know when, but Darkskull must have landed another blow as fresh red blood-streaked Tetlak’s left cheek. Tetlak pawed at his wounds and then struggled to hold his blade with his hands slick with blood. Simon hoped his chosen champion could gain the upper hand or it had all been for nothing.

Darkskull took the opportunity, while Tetlak was distracted, to strike again and again. Simon could not help but leap to his feet as he saw Tetlak’s blade tumble through the air and clatter upon the dirt. There was a collective gasp from the crowd and Sylas could be seen smiling from the podium. Tetlak was closing the distance, swinging his axe in hopes of landing the killing blow. As if there was nothing left to lose, Tetlak reached out and grabbed the axe. The blades seemed to remove a few fingers, but Tetlak succeeded in grasping hold of the handle. In a turning, twisting motion Tetlak wrested the axe free of Darkskull’s grip. He completed the turn with his full force and slammed the axe into Darkskull’s middle.

Moments of confused silence passed, no one was sure what they had seen. Only moments before Darkskull seemed poised to win, but now his guts were spilling out upon the ground where the axe had torn him open.

“Yes!!!” Simon shouted as he pumped both fists into the air and let out a whooshing breath that he didn’t even know he had been holding.

Tetlak stumbled back a step, clearly feeling the damage done to his body, but the adrenaline kept him going as he raised the axe, and the crowd began to cheer. The roar of the orcs went on for a long while and Magister Sylas slipped quietly out of the stadium during the mass confusion.

“From slave to king-maker in just a few days,” Yidian adored, “Just imagine what we could achieve.”

“I am,” Simon thought as a wicked smile crossed his face, “and I like it.”