Storms & Sacrifice: Chapter 2 (Patreon)

I dream again about flying over the ocean. This time is different, though. The storm in the sky is raging, the wind howling as lighting cracks around me. The waters below are anything but calm, waves reaching high into the air before they come crashing down. Between the surge and the storm, it's taking all I have to stay in the air, looking in every direction for signs of clearer skies.

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I wake to the sounds of birds chirping, the remnants of my dream slipping away. Haven't had one of those in over a week. The morning air is cool, and it makes me pull one of my legs back under the bedroll. Khazak is spooned up behind me, his arm under the pillow we're sharing. No matter how we fall asleep, we always seem to end up in some other position by morning.

I stretch myself out, making sure to press back against the warm body behind me. I feel a familiar lump against my lower back, one that I'm matching in front. And if we weren't only a few feet away from a bunch of other sleeping orcs, I might be tempted to do something about it. As it is, I shimmy my way out of the bedroll, reaching for my pants so I can step outside and pee. I hear a slight grumble from Khazak as I close the tent flap behind me.

There's a light layer of fog blanketing the forest, the sun still low on the horizon. Glasha is sitting by the campfire, the last one to take watch, which means she's also the first one up. She waves a hand at me as she tosses another log on the fire, which has gotten low over the course of the night. I wave back as I sleepily stumble beyond the camp's boundary, looking for a nice tree to stand behind. By the time I'm finished and stepping back into the tent, I'm greeted by the sight of a bleary eyed Khazak stretching his own limbs.

"Good morning." He smiles up at me sleepily.

"Morning." I crawl back into the warm bedroll. "Ready for our first full day on patrol?"

"Someone is eager." He sits up, stretching once more.

He climbs out, pulling on a clean set of clothes, though not his full uniform. I also finish getting dressed, pulling on a clean shirt and my shoes before we leave the tent together. Glasha is still the only one up, and I'm not sure what time it is or how long she's been at it. When the two of us move to join her by the fire, I notice Wu'dag reentering the camp from the north, a covered basket hanging from one hand. Poking out from underneath the cloth covering is a familiar purple flower, and I'm only just realizing the orc is wearing gloves as he heads over to us.

"Good morning, Captain, just finished clearing the flower patch." He lifts the basket slightly.

"Good morning and thank you, Shaman Bonespirit." Khazak gives a small bow of his head from his seat.

"You brought it back to the camp?" I figured he was just gonna use his magic to wither the plant or even burn it.

"Given that it's springing up a lot this year, I thought it would be smart to keep the antidote on hand in case of any accidents." He points over towards his tent. "I'll be brewing that this morning, so please do not enter my tent until I give the all clear."

"Understood, shaman." Khazak turns to Glasha. "How long until the others are due up?"

"Forty minutes or so," the orc woman answers.

"Perfect." Then he turns to me. "Are you any good with a bow?"

"I'm alright." I shrug. I was a decent shot on the archery range.

"Have you ever been hunting?" he asks as he stands.

"No, not really. Why?" I stand as well, following him back to our tent.

"Because we are on breakfast duty." He grins and grabs his bow.

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"Does the shaman actually live in the camp?" We've been walking for about fifteen minutes now.

"He does." Khazak nods to my right. "Each of the patrol camps has a resident spellcaster, typically nature-based, two shamans and two druids at the moment."

"Seems like it would get lonely." I don't think I could handle not living in a city when I'm not traveling.

"I cannot imagine it does, considering there are always at least five other people around at any given time," Khazak reasons.

"Didn't think about that." Now I wonder if he ever wishes he could be alone.

"I have seen him in town, gathering supplies or for the occasional celebration, but he once told me he did not enjoy living in the city." Khazak pauses by a tree for a moment. "He feels that he fits better into the forest. I think most of the camp spellcasters feel that way."

I guess if you're connected to nature the way they are, living in it full time probably isn't that bad. Still not sure I'd want to do it. I'm not even sure I'll be happy by the end of this week, I was just getting used to not sleeping on the ground anymore. What? I've accepted that I'm a little spoiled now.

We keep walking until we come across a clearing.

"This spot will do." Khazak examines the perimeter. "Over here."

He leads us behind some bushes, crouching down low. I copy him, seeing that at this height I can peer through, into the clearing ahead of us. Satisfied, Khazak drops the bag from his shoulder and reaches for the bow and quiver on his back—handing them to me.

"You want me to do it?" Isn't he the hunter?

"Worried you are incapable?" His eyebrow quirks up.

"No." I glare, taking the bow. "What are we hunting?"

"That will depend on what comes along." Khazak bends down on one knee, beckoning me to follow.

He has me move ahead of him to watch the clearing while he moves behind me. Khazak's left hand comes up to cover mine as I hold the bow, helping me to position it correctly. I feel his other hand move down my arm to take my other hand, bringing them both up to grab the string.

"Good," he rumbles low in my ear. "You want to make sure you are steady, but still able to maneuver your upper body for your target."

This is all very unnecessary—the bow might be a little big and I'm not an expert, but I've handled a bow before, plenty of times. But when I feel his hot breath ghosting across my neck, I find myself not caring. He has me practicing drawing the string back, testing its strength. The bow is a little heavier than I'm used to, but I get the hang of it.

"Very good, pup." He sits back in a more comfortable position. "Now, we wait."

I'm not sure how long we're hiding in that bush for, but it's a while. I start to get bored, knowing there's not much to be done about it; we can't talk because we have to listen for our prey and not risk scaring it off. We don't really hunt for our food in Lutheria, at least not most of us. Maybe this is why.

"David, get the bow," Khazak whispers, seconds before I hear the sounds of something in the forest ahead of us.

Grabbing an arrow from the quiver, I kneel up into position, notching it onto the bowstring. I can feel Khazak behind me, not as close as before, trying to watch for the target along with me. There are a few moments of silence, and for a second, I think that whatever we heard may have turned around and left, but then I see the bushes on the other side of the clearing move.

It sounds big. Maybe a deer? The leaves rustle again and I see a flash of brown fur. That's it. I pull back the arrow, aiming for the spot where I expect the creature to emerge. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Wait!" Khazak whispers hurriedly.

What? I turn to look behind me, annoyed, but slowly release the tension on the bowstring, no longer aiming. I look to see what this creature I am suddenly no longer supposed to be hunting is. Then I hear a sharp intake of breath—my own.

What emerges into the clearing is a deer alright, but unlike any I've ever seen before. It's a male, and everything you see about it appears normal—brown and white fur, black nose and yellow-brown eyes—until you get to its head, where it is sporting a set of large, crystalline antlers. The sunlight streams through them, fracturing like a prism and scattering small rainbows across the forest floor. As it stands there, two more deer emerge from behind it, a female and what I can only assume is their fawn. It moves forward on unsteady legs, its mother watching every step. The two of us wait in silence as the happy little family passes through, never noticing the two men watching them from the bushes.

"Wow." My voice is still barely above a whisper, even though the deer are long gone. "Sorry, but I don't think I could have killed that thing even if you wanted me to. What was it?"

"It is alright." Khazak smiles. "Dhur'ovuk. A crystal hart. They are very rare, seeing one is a good omen. And killing one is considered bad luck."

"I can see why." I'm still kind of in awe. "Those antlers were amazing."

"They grow them at the start of spring, and they keep growing until the end of autumn." Khazak explains. "Once they enter their rut, they will use them to compete with other males for a mate, and normally shed them by the end of winter."

"I've never seen an animal like that before." I think that was my first encounter with an actual magical creature.

"Their antlers are a powerful magical regent," Khazak explains. "It is not uncommon to see people out in the forests in late winter gathering them. In the past, we have had issues with poachers, which is one of the reasons we patrol the area."

"Aww, so we're out here to protect them." I pick up the bow and dust off my knees as we stand and exit the foliage. "So, what do we do about food?"

"Come, we will find another place to hunt, and if we still turn up empty, we can try our hands at some fishing." Khazak grins.

"Ooo, fishing I have done before." I hand the bow back to Khazak so he can strap it to his back.

"We have poles and bait back at camp. We can search east of here first before we—" Khazak stops himself, his head turning to look towards some bushes. "David, climb up the tree."

"What?" I look in the same direction he is. I don't see— Then I hear it. Something stomping in our direction, fast.

"David, tree, now!" Khazak shouts, shoving me towards the nearest tree before starting to climb himself.

I barely have time to grab ahold of a branch before a massive boar bursts into the clearing. I mean it's huge, even on all fours it might be taller than Khazak. Its dark brown fur is heavily matted, and one of its tusks is broken, though it doesn't look any less deadly. It stomps one of its hooves into the ground with a grunt as it looks around, its dark eyes stopping on me and the tree I'm dangling from. With a snort and a roar, the boar charges the trunk of the tree, slamming into it with enough force that I lose my grip and hit the ground with a thud.

"David!" Khazak calls from above as I try to quickly get to my feet, a sharp pain shooting through my right ankle when I try to stand. Fuck, I must have twisted it when I landed. I hear another bellow from the beast behind me and I scramble to get away. It knocks into my back, sending me forward and flat on my face. I can feel where one of its tusks hit into me, though it thankfully didn't break the skin. Yet. I have my sword strapped to my back, but it's so small that I flounder, unsure whether I should try and get up again or just curl into a ball.

Khazak makes the decision for me, whistling loudly as he drops to the ground to draw the boar's attention. Bow in hand, Khazak fires an arrow that lands right in its flank, making the creature squeal in anger. Turn to face its new challenger, it runs towards the orc as he notches another arrow. Khazak leaps out of the way as the boar passes him, firing as it turns around and landing another arrow directly in its side. It's still moving, and now it looks angrier. Standing, Khazak notches two more arrows—at the same time—aiming steadily at his target. With a rage-filled bellow, the boar charges once more. Khazak lets the arrows fly, each landing with a wet and heavy thud, one in its snout and the other directly in its eye. With a final screech, the beast collapses mid-charge, corpse sliding along the ground towards Khazak.

Carefully, Khazak makes his way over to the boar, pulling his longsword from the scabbard on his back and driving it into the body, ensuring its demise. Then after laying the blade on the ground, Khazak moves over to me.

"Are you alright?" He kneels over my prone form, checking for my injuries.

"I think I twisted my ankle when I fell." I hiss at the twinge of pain that comes when I try to move it.

"Let me see." Khazak helps to lay me flat on the forest floor, rolling up one of my pant legs to inspect my ankle. "This may hurt, but I need to check if anything is broken or needs to be set."

I nod, whimpering when I feel his fingers pressing against the injury. Fuck, that hurts. Leg injuries are the worst. How am I going to get around? How am I going to get back to camp? Hell, how am I gonna get back to the city?

"Definitely twisted, but I think that is all." Khazak nods confidently. "Alright, hold still."

He places both hands over my injury, eyes closing as he mumbles...an incantation? I feel his hands start to get warm, and then my injured ankle begins to tingle. Is he casting a spell?!

"What the hell?" I whisper as I watch Khazak heal my ankle. "You're a spellcaster?!"

Khazak looks at me puzzled. "I can use a small amount of natural magic. I thought you knew."

"No, how would I know that?" I move my ankle around carefully. Feels a lot better.

"I mean, I am a 'ranger.'"

"Okay, but I didn't know you meant that kind of ranger." Rangers are typically known for things like scouting, hunting, and protecting forests, and some of those rangers can cast small amounts of natural magic. Sorta like a druid-lite. Look, magic is very confusing. "Does that mean all the other rangers are spellcasters, too?"

"Fair enough. A few are, but most are not." He frowns when I scowl at that reply. "David, I promise this is not something I was keeping from you."

"Feels like it." I thought we were past all the secrets and not telling each other things. "How come I've never seen you using it before now?"

"I did not have a reason to use it before now." I scowl more at the lack of explanation. "David, what I just did to your ankle is about the extent of what I am capable of. I am not that powerful, and also do not generally like using magic for things I am capable of doing myself. Frankly, given the source of my magic, I have even less of a reason to use it in the city. Other than a small amount of healing, everything I can do is related to animals and the outdoors."

I guess he has a point, we haven't exactly been outside much and it's not like he has any pets. Though he probably could have made finding that old lady's dog a lot easier. Or healed my scraped up knees after that first time I ran away. When I think about it, it's just...not really a big deal when you consider everything else that's happened between us. "Okay. I believe you. Sorry for overreacting."

Khazak smiles. "Can you walk?" He stands and offers me a hand up.

"I think so." I tentatively try putting weight on my injured ankle. "Feels maybe a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt."

"Good. When we get back to camp, shaman Bonespirit will be able to heal you better than I can." Khazak turns to look at the dead boar. "We can get the rest of the patrol to help carry that back. I would say we found more than just breakfast."

"I didn't think you guys had wild boars around here." I've never seen one before.

"We do not." Khazak kicks the body lightly with his foot. "This is not wild, it is feral. It likely escaped from one of the human settlements on the coast and has been surviving out here for some time. Possibly years, given its size."

After dusting myself off, we start the walk back to camp. As always, I have a million questions about the new bit of info I just learned. "So... What else can you do?"

"What do you mean?" Khazak tilts his head.

"Your magic, what else can you do?" I really haven't met that many spellcasters, and the ones I have are all wizards or some kind of priest.

"Ah, well..." He starts to think. "I can use it to tell what the weather will be like, usually through the next day. I can manipulate a small amount of earth and water, and affect the growth of certain flora. I am able to search for specific animals and plants, especially of the magical variety. And in addition to what I did to your leg, I can detect and heal certain poisons. I can also communicate with animals to some degree."

"You can talk to animals?" That piques my interest.

"Communicate." He clarifies. "Animals do not talk. They use body language and sometimes sounds and noises, most that we cannot even perceive. My magic makes it easier to understand one another, even pass along a message to another person. Oh, here is a useful trick." Khazak pauses, holding his hands out to the sides and inhaling deeply.

"Shhhhhhh..." Khazak breaths out, as if shushing the woods themselves. All around us, the sounds of the forest go silent, sounds I didn't even realize were there. The wind blowing through the trees, a bird chirping, squirrels jumping from branch to branch. Everything is quiet.

"Wow," I try to say, but it barely comes out a whisper. Smirking, Khazak moves forward, motioning for me to follow. Once we're a few feet away, I can hear the sounds of nature return, as do our voices.

"How did you do that?" I'm hoping for an answer that isn't just 'magic.'

"The spell controls the movement of the wind in the area, stifling any sound traveling within it." I can tell he's proud of that, even if I didn't fully understand that explanation.

"Why didn't you do that when we were hunting the deer?" Seems like it would have been useful.

Khazak chuckles. "As I said, I do not see the purpose in using magic for something relatively trivial. Besides, if I had, I might not have heard the boar as it approached."

"How did you hear that?" If he hadn't, we might have ended up the boar's meal instead. "More magic?"

Khazak taps one of his large, pointed green ears. "These big things are good for something."

Everyone is awake and milling about when we make it back to camp. Khazak sits me by the fire while he talks to Wu'dag, who then comes over to take a look at my foot. While he does that, Khazak gathers three of the other orcs, as well as what looks like a pallet you'd use to carry an injured person, to bring back breakfast. Wu'dag kneels in front of me, inspecting my ankle.

"Always getting in trouble, huh?" I roll my eyes as he places both hands on my ankle and I can feel the warm tingle of his magic flowing into me. "There we go, should be good as new."

I flex and rotate my ankle, pleased to find that it doesn't hurt at all. "Thanks."

"That is why I am here." The shaman stands, brushing off his robes. "Cannot wait to see what caused all the trouble."

Twenty minutes later, the four orcs march back into camp, the body of the boar carried between them. They stop just after reaching the camp's border, moving the body off the pallet and onto the ground near the edge.

"Damn boys." Wu'dag whistles as he steps over, walking around the body. "This will feed us all week. Hold on."

The shaman steps into his tent while Glasha heads for the supply tent. Wu'dag returns with a small pouch, but Glasha comes back with a bunch of knives. Right, we have to actually butcher this thing. She hands one of the knives to Arik, setting the rest to the side. Both orcs stand back while Wu'dag reaches into his pouch and sprinkles a white powder over the corpse as he walks around it, casting a spell. I see the powder start to glow, but then it's gone, absorbed by the body.

"What was that?" I ask Khazak.

"Preservation spell," Wu'dag answers for himself. "Just needs a pinch of salt. A lot of priests and healers use it to preserve bodies after death, to wait for a funeral or in case the body needs to be transported. However, it can also be used to stop meat from spoiling."

"How long does it last?" Learning all kinds of things about magic today.

"About a week." Wu'dag eyes the corpse as the two orcs wielding knives roll the corpse onto its side and start making their cuts. "Ugh, I usually cannot stomach this part, I will be in my tent."

I quickly realize my stomach shares Wu'dag's sentiments. I know we have to drain and clean the meat first but... There's a lot of blood. Like, a lot. Turns out I am more than happy to leave that part of where my food comes from a mystery. I hope the tent walls block out the hacking noises. "I think I'm gonna go too."

"I have a better idea." Khazak smiles, a twinkle in his eye. "How is your ankle feeling?"

"Never better." I kick out the foot in question.

"Excellent." He turns to the other orcs. "David and I are going to go and get cleaned up." The orcs wave us off, Khazak stopping to grab his bag from our tent on our way out. We leave camp and head southwest.

"So, I noticed you didn't jump on the pig-slicing bandwagon back there. Not a fan?" Not that I blame him.

"Not when I can help it," he admits. "There is a reason I use a butcher in the city. I am lucky, not everyone can afford that. We have only kept livestock in V'rok'sh Tah'lj the last fifty years or so. Many orcs still supplement their diets by hunting. We will likely see a few in the forest over the course of the week." It is a big city, and orcs need more meat in their diets than most.

We walk for another fifteen minutes when I hear running water in the distance. I remember the small stream we crossed on the way here and figure it's that. There are some hills ahead of us that Khazak seems to be headed for, or at least leading us around. The sound of water only gets stronger as we climb up, and when we reach the top, I am amazed by the sight that greets us.

"Welcome to Shad'rok Springs," Khazak announces. I look over the springs ahead of us, the focal point being the large pool in the center. The water is so clear that I can see turtles swimming underneath. There are other, smaller ponds around the center pool, and a few places where the springs split off into rivers and streams. There's even a small waterfall feeding into the whole thing.

"It's beautiful." So beautiful It almost feels wrong to be here.

"Very." Khazak takes my hand, leading me down to the shore where he drops his bag. He reaches for his shirt, pulling it over his head and smirking. "Feels good too."

I take the hint, pulling off my own shirt before reaching for my belt. Khazak's naked a split second before I am, wading into the shallow waters with a hand outstretched for me. The water is cool as it hits my legs, though not in an unpleasant way. We walk a few more steps before reaching the edge of a drop, the small lake going deeper than it appears. You can still see all the way to the floor, though.

I'm the first to jump in, Khazak right behind me. The temperature is a small shock to the system, but I warm up quickly, especially with another body so close. There's some touching, even flirting as we swim together. At one point I dive down to see if I can touch the bottom (I can), and on the way back up I goose him on the ass, which devolves into a short-lived splash fight, which then morphs into a little making out. Which it turns out is not that easy to do when you're swimming. After a while we're both just floating there together, enjoying the peace around us.

Eventually we have to get out—we are out here to work after all—and we wade our way up the shore to our clothes. Sucks that we have to air dry now, but that was worth it. I see Khazak bent over and reaching into his bag and have to fight the urge to pinch him again. He's got a nice ass. He pulls out a big green and white blanket, shaking it out and spreading it flat over a patch of grass. Tossing the bag to one side, he lays down, patting a spot at his side for me to join him.

"What's all this?" I ask as I lower myself to the blanket.

Before he answers, Khazak pulls me to him. I shiver as he kisses me, our wet bodies cooling in the spring air.

"It was recently brought to my attention that you lost your virginity to a brute." He tucks a lock of wet hair behind my ear. "As your kavan, it only seemed appropriate that I remedy that." He calls himself the corresponding title to my avakesh, that means guardian and protector as well as owner. I ignore the fact that he is the brute in question, because I wanna see where this is going.

He leans in to kiss me again, before moving his lips to my ears and then neck. He sucks a wet trail of kisses down my shoulders and chest, running his hands across my stomach light enough to tickle. He lathes his tongue over each of my nipples, reaching over to his bag with one arm when he moves to my stomach. After rummaging around, his hand emerges clutching my trusty cleansing charm. I'm glad one of us remembered to pack that.

He kisses my stomach before placing the small stone in the same spot, where it warms as it activates. This handy little thing is enchanted with a spell that cleans me out and even lubes me up a little, which makes prepping for sex a lot easier. I gotta admit, I find it kinda hot when he does it to me, getting me ready for him to use—though I'm getting the feeling that it's not going to be that kind of a session. He puts the charm away while he moves down to my thighs, licking and then biting the insides gently before turning his face directly into my crotch. He nuzzles against my sack before moving up to my rapidly growing cock, engulfing me fully.

I moan, reaching down by reflex to grab his hair, and I realize this is maybe the first time he hasn't bound my hands during sex, or ordered me to keep them in place. It's...different. I run my fingers through his damp hair as he bobs up and down, catching his eye when he looks up at me. With a final lick, he releases my length, motioning for me to flip onto my stomach

He spreads my legs, hiking one up slightly as he lowers his mouth to my body again, this time running his tongue across my hole. I shudder and bite my lip. I love when he does this. He slowly licks over my hole again and again, until he decides he wants more and pushes it inside of me. I can't help but press back when he spears me on his tongue, steadily driving it in and out of me. He squeezes my backside with both hands, gently kneading the flesh as he feasts.

It almost feels like it's over too soon, or it would if I wasn't so eager to move onto the next part. He flips me back over, climbing up my front as he reaches into his bag once again. He slots our bodies together as he kisses me again, and it is certainly an interesting thing to taste yourself, your own (clean) ass, on someone else's mouth. It's not bad, just different, and I've certainly gotten used to it the past few weeks. When he pulls back, I see he's grabbed the lube oil. I love that he's always so prepared.

He moves to lay beside me, keeping me flat on my back and pulling one of my legs over his. Uncorking the bottle, he pours some onto his fingers and reaches them between my spread legs. I feel his slippery fingers slide between my cheeks until they find their target, slowly circling my rim. The first finger enters me slowly, the feeling of being breached making me close my eyes and moan. Khazak leans down as he presses in deeper, stroking his finger over that little nub inside me he's informed me is called my prostate, and I jump at the jolt of pleasure it sends through my body. He keeps pushing inside, not stopping until he reaches the last knuckle, before kissing me again, stroking my tongue with his own as he pumps his finger in and out of my body.

Soon a second finger joins the first, and I whimper once I start feeling the burn of being stretched. Khazak doesn't stop until both fingers are easily gliding in and out of my hole, which doesn't take very long thanks to all the practice I've been getting lately. Once he's satisfied, he moves between my spread legs, slicking his cock up as he lifts them to his shoulders.

He rubs the head of his cock against my hole briefly before pushing in. The position is a little awkward, the angle not great for leverage and the ground less than comfortable, but that kind of adds to the charm of the whole thing. I mean, I'm supposed to be losing my virginity again, right? Awkwardness is expected.

Of course, once he gets the rest of his cock in me, my thoughts aren't on things being awkward. They're a little too focused on "oh gods, I have his huge dick inside of me." He stops once he's all the way in, running his hands up and down my thighs and chest while I adjust. When I'm ready, I give him a squeeze, smiling to myself when I feel his dick twitch in response. He kisses my calf as he starts to move, pulling out only an inch or two before pushing back in.

His hips find a steady rhythm as he pumps himself in and out of my body. He's pulling out at least half way on each stroke and I'm really starting to feel it. My hole is relaxed, no longer feeling any burn, just the pleasant feeling that comes as he slides over my prostate and the familiar pressure that starts building in my groin. My cock is half-hard, as it usually is when I'm getting fucked, leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach.

My hole starts to tremble as his speed increases, the pressure nearing its peak. The more we've done this, the easier it's gotten for me to cum this way. A dry, prostate, or anal orgasm; I've heard them referred to as all three by now. I reach both hands down to squeeze behind his thighs, encouraging him to keep fucking me through it. I bite my lip as it washes over me, exhaling with a moan when I feel my hole futilely pushing out. Yeah, that's the good stuff.

He keeps up this rhythm for the next few minutes, fucking me through one more orgasm before I feel him start to lose control. Which works for me because as I said, the ground isn't exactly comfortable. I move my legs from his shoulders, reaching up for him with my arms. He lowers himself, bending me in half while keeping his dick buried to the hilt. I'm essentially being held down on my shoulders, and I am really glad we lucked out on a patch of grass without any rocks.

At this angle and with more leverage, the speed he's fucking me increases. A lot. He's got both his hands under my arms, gripping my shoulders to hold me in place. He kisses me, fast, hard, and sloppy, all tongue and teeth. The strength of his thrusts threatens to slide me off the blanket. He growls into my mouth as he slams his hips into me, and boy, I didn't think I was gonna cum a third time but I am there.

Apparently, setting me off is enough to set him off, and he growls again as his dick pulses inside of me. I can feel his cum, hot and thick as it shoots into me, his body pressing forward with every shot. His hands are still squeezing my shoulders, holding me to him tightly as he unloads. By the time he's finished, I just know I'm gonna leave a mess on this blanket when he pulls out, no matter how hard I try to hold it in.

We pull our faces apart and catch our breaths, our bodies covered in sweat that we traded for the water covering us earlier. May as well take another dip. He leans up, releasing my legs so they can fall around his hips, and they are definitely going to be sore later. I reach a hand up and run it down his chest. Worth it.

Carefully, he pulls back, allowing his softening length to slip out of me gently, a familiar sticky, wet feeling following. I try to tighten up by reflex, and am reminded how useless that is when I feel a familiar twinge of pain and no less of a mess. Oh well, not my blanket. Khazak falls beside me, pulling me into him and throwing his arm over my waist.

"Wow," I say again.

"Wow indeed." He strokes a hand down my cheek. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yeah, a lot." I nod, kissing his palm. "Though I'd still take a rough roll in the hay with the brute any day."

"I do not think he has plans to go anywhere." He leans in to kiss me. "What did you think of the springs?"

"They're amazing." They really are. Kinda sad we have to leave now. "Thank you for bringing me."

"I hope I can bring you back." He leans in to nuzzle my neck. "And now you can tell my sister I finally brought you."

"I'll be sure to do that." I roll my eyes, pulling my head back so I can kiss him softly on the lips. Then my stomach growls. Right, we haven't eaten yet, and other than Khazak's load, I'm emptier than usual right now.

"I suppose we should get back to camp," Khazak sighs, standing and holding out a hand for me.

"Do you think they've finished carving up that pig yet?" I ask, stretching my sore limbs and following Khazak to the water to rinse off once more.

"Only one way to find out." We both dunk ourselves in the water quickly, and I take the opportunity to clean the cum that's leaked onto my thighs.

Khazak rolls up the blanket after using some of the cleaner and dryer portions to dry us off. When I'm finished lacing up my boots and we turn to leave, I give the Shad'rok Springs one final look. I really hope we come back here before I leave in a couple of months.

"I think next time I want to figure out how you can fuck me under the waterfall." Priorities!

To be continued...