Chapter 199: I'm going to need some help (Patreon)

(Includes another Patreon only sex scene.)

A hundred pairs of multi-colored orc eyes followed Blake and Ilya across the hall. A special place had apparently already been created for the White Tower—a collection of tables and chairs for kin and clan. They were, for the moment, entirely empty.

But Blake brought several constructs. These clattered and thumped in a steady rhythm behind him, quickly drawing the wide stares of the attending orcs. Blake had convinced Ilya, since she currently had no warriors, a show of strength would be a good idea.

"Welcome, Lady Ambereye," said the same older orc lord who had 'named' Ilya's clan. She smiled politely and took her seat, and Blake sat down beside her hoping it wasn't some terrible cultural blunder. His constructs waited beside him in a line.

"The human," said the young lord of the Blacktusk, red eyes moving over everything with distaste. "Friend though he may be. Is it...appropriate he join a meeting of the tower lords? With…those things?"

Blake gave no expression, knowing he had to give Ilya a chance first to deal with the challenge.

"Perfectly," Ilya said, her tone calm. "I've made him First Wizard, a member of my council. Can we get on with this, please? As you can imagine, I have much to do."

Blake fought his smile, and the older lords snorted or grinned as their younger colleague scowled.

"I realize this is only your second council meeting, Thek," said the elder lord with obvious pleasure. "But how a clan manages its affairs is none of our business. I've asked you all here to discuss a problem delayed by...recent events. But first, perhaps, formal introductions. The lady may not even know us."

“Let’s get on with it,” grumbled a huge orc in red armor, but the elder orc tutted with his tongue and called for patience. Ilya nodded and the older orc smiled as he gestured to himself.

“I am Malik of the Earthsoul clan.” He gestured to the young lord he’d chastised. “Thek of the Blacktusk. The impatient scowler is Kavuk of the Bloodfist. And our other new lord is Ailen Stoneblood, whom I assume you know.”

Again Ilya nodded, as her people were originally from the ‘grey’ tower where the Stonebloods ruled. She thanked the elder Earthsoul lord and introduced herself unnecessarily.

“Good,” called the Bloodfist. “Now we know we are in fact all here and have names. Can we discuss your recent events, Malik?”

Blake assumed 'recent events' meant 'this human wizard in a divine duel against our temporary tyrant orc king'. But since it seemed the orcs were keen to forget the whole episode, Blake was rather happy to join them.

"The ancient mines," continued Malik. "There have been...disturbances. For the past several days."

A palpable wave of nervous energy swept the many other orcs in attendance, meaningful looks swapping between them as some whispering broke out. But no one spoke out, so Malik went on.

"I know my tower isn't alone in this. Word comes to me from the warrens, and from friends and allies. There are...animal attacks. Unexplained deaths. Dark whispers amongst the laborer class."

Welcome to Phase Two, Blake thought.

Apparently it didn't just effect the humans. The orcs went back and forth, arguing about superstitious peons and rumors that went back centuries, never with any merit. Not once was the word 'demon' used, and it went on so long Blake began getting a little bored.

"If I might speak," he finally shouted, waiting for the orcs to notice him and calm down. With a glance at Ilya, who nodded her approval, he stood and smiled. "May I assume you have had no such attacks or reports, Lord Stoneblood?"

The new lord of the Grey Tower had been quiet throughout. He glanced around at his many powerful, curious kin before he met Blake's eyes.

"I have not."

The whispering threatened to start up again so Blake spoke quickly.

"That's because I entered your mine, cleared out the nest of demons, and killed the pit fiend at its end."

You might have heard a pin drop after that. If orcs had pins. Then as if some secret bell had rung, silence became cacophony as a hundred incredulous orcs rose up to call Lord Stoneblood and Blake fools and liars. And possibly pig fuckers.

Lord Earthblood smashed the hard end of his staff into the stone until the room quieted again.

"Can you prove what you say?" he asked, his tone already sounding defeated, as if he believed, and the news devastated him.

Blake shrugged.

"Where do you think I got the holy stone that built the new tower?" 

He gave that a moment to sink in, then remembered the necklace. He wasn't entirely sure he should reveal it at all, but decided unless he meant to hide it permanently, it was better to get the reveal out of the way sooner rather than later. He held it up slightly. 

"Oh. And I took this from the demon's corpse."

The orc lords soon demanded an inspection. They sent a gaggle of ancient shamans to poke and prod both the amulet and Blake. They cast some spells. They sniffed him. They shook some charms and their staffs and sometimes made hissing sounds.

About the same time Blake was ready to threaten them with dark magic, they melted away and declared the amulet genuine.

Again the room erupted and took some time to settle. The orcs argued and whispered amongst themselves, the mood far more somber and quiet now.

"You shouldn't wear that accursed thing," hissed the young Blacktusk lord when it was clear the council were ready to speak again.

Blake raised a brow, glancing around the staring orcs.

"No doubt I shouldn't use sorcery, either, or fraternize with orcs. I certainly shouldn't build them a whole new tower. My people would be as scandalized as you. And yet here we are. A dead tyrant. One less demon-infested mine. You’re welcome, I suppose."

It had the desired effect. For their part, the orcs seemed admirably practical and accepting of their current reality. They argued about what was to be done, generally accepting that very few orcs could resist the mind magic employed by powerful demons. One by one the eyes turned back to Blake, and Ilya.

"You destroyed one, human. Could you destroy more?"

A system message flashed before Blake’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but smile.

[Objective gained: Destroy the demon pits and portals within the orc towers. Reward: A potent gift from each lord when their towers are cleansed.]

Blake knew then it was time to go back to Mason and the settlement. Though only God knew what he'd say.

Was he ready to see Mason? To tell him all he'd been through and figure out what happened with Nassau? To see Seul-ki and figure out what he was doing? To ask them to somehow form an alliance with the orcs who'd tried to kill them?

He was a very lucky man, he knew that. And yes clever and growing more powerful all the time. But he had no idea what was in those dungeons.

He'd been exceptionally lucky to survive even the 'Grey Tower' mine, which seemed the least of the dungeons. They would certainly get harder. And he had a feeling the orcs wouldn't or maybe couldn't actually join him to go inside. So it seemed he only had one choice.

He smiled at Ilya, then met the eyes of the Earthblood lord.

"I can. But I’m going to need some help."

* * *

"Can't you just...dreamwalk?" Ilya started fretting the moment they returned to the tower. "Or send one of your statues? It could be this is all some grand scheme to get you to leave. I'm still almost defenceless."

They were standing in Blake's crafting hall, Navi floating nearby, Blake's constructs waiting with a few bags of supplies. The orcs had eventually agreed to allow Blake and a few human champions—under strict supervision—to enter another orc mine and clear out the demons.

Blake held Ilya's face and kissed her.

She was wearing the beautiful furs and robe of her station, a small tiara buried in her dark hair. Silver rings hung tastefully from her ears, and her skin was covered in painted loops and whorls. She looked very much the orc noblewoman she now was, and Blake enjoyed just looking at her, very pleased that she was his. He smiled.

"It's not a scheme, the lords really do need help.” He didn’t bother adding that he’d taken a peek in a few of their minds. “They're not going to give you any trouble."

He shrugged.

"At least until it's over. And no, I can't send my 'statues' or Dreamwalk. This is going to involve somewhat...delicate conversation, with more than one person. I have to go myself."

He could tell she wanted to come with him. But of course she couldn't. With some dismay he realized, as lady of the tower, she may never be able to leave it again, possibly for 'system' reasons that might bend her mind or who knew what.

But then she'd been able to use the teleporter out of the dungeon. Maybe his relationship with her allowed her to break the rules? Behave more like a player? For now, he could only hope.

"I'm coming right back," he promised. "And when I do, I'll have a group of humans as powerful as me." When Ilya's eyes widened, he shrugged. "Almost as powerful. And I can leave you a couple guards," he said as it occurred to him. Though it would make for a somewhat less impressive return to Nassau.

But egotistical reasons aside, Blake knew he'd feel better if Ilya had some of his protection. He stepped back and opened his pet prompts, filling them with a sweeping, generic command to obey Ilya in all things.

As he did, the constructs simply vanished from his profile. His total mana increased as the constructs completely left his control. Ilya's eyes widened.

"They've transferred to the tower!" she almost shouted. "I can see them! It says I have room for...." her eyes widened further. "Forty-eight more?"

Her eyes were a little watery as Blake grinned.

"Well then. Looks like I have considerable work to do when I get back. Though I'm thinking maybe we give the tower a slightly different design. Something a little more obviously 'Clan Ambereye', you know? A new aestheti..."

Ilya practically leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed his face again and again, eventually moving to his lips. It got passionate fast, and Blake chuckled as the orc girl finally pulled back to catch her breath.

"Maybe I don't have to leave…instantly," Blake said, rubbing a thumb across Ily'a lips. She almost sagged in his arms.

"I agreed to meet with Lord Stoneblood very soon," she said, practically stomping a foot. "I don't think I have time to..." she gestured at her elaborate clothing.

"I understand, my dear." Blake sighed. "You do look lovely. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have the urge to...well, ruin you."

Ilya grinned, somewhat mischievously, Blake decided. She pulled the nearby chair and gave him a gentle push until he sat.

"But I do have a little time," she said, running her hands down his legs then working at his belt.

"Compromise. Very important in a leader," Blake said, helping her with the pants. Her hands were outlining his manhood over the fabric, then his increasingly hard length was free, and Ilya had a familiarly daunted expression Blake had learned over the years.

"I don't...I've not really...I've heard how it's done."

"Oh don't worry," Blake promised, feeling more excited by the moment. "I'll teach you. And I'll enjoy it immensely."

Ilya relaxed at that, biting her lip as she ran her hands up and down his shaft.

"Your skin is so soft." She moaned a little, clearly getting excited.

Blake took a deep breath and let her explore, loving the sight of her, and the enthusiasm. After touching every inch of his skin she finally lowered herself and tasted his tip with her tongue, giggling a little as she wrapped her lips around it.

He groaned at the feel, trying not to concern himself with the sharp teeth and small fangs. Her tiara tipped slightly as she quirked her head, and she went to take it off.

"Oh no." Blake straightened it and sat up slightly, keeping the hand on Ilya's head. "That definitely stays on."

Ilya raised a brow as she pulled back, stroking him again as she met his eyes. "Does that please you? A highborn lady of the tower on her knees, servicing you?"

Just the words sent a shiver up Blake's spine.

"Apparently it does."

Good God he wanted her tits out, but knew it wasn't easy with the clothes. For the moment he settled for pushing her back down and sliding himself past her lips, forcing her mouth down his shaft. He shivered as she held his eyes, gulping him down and submitting however he moved her head.

He started slow, letting her get used to the sensation of his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth. Pretty soon she was using her tongue and getting him all the way to her throat, lost in the moment and clearly enjoying it.

Blake certainly was. He held her hair to control her motion, soon fucking her mouth like a sextoy. When he finally let up, she kept on at the pace he'd set, bobbing on his cock as he put his head back and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again she pulled up and kept stroking him with both hands, her face and tone entirely sincere.

"It pleases you to know a queen is your servant? That I owe you everything? That I would do anything in my power to please you?"

Blake practically came right there.

He leaned forward and kissed her, resisting the urge to rip her clothes off. Still, he swept his eyes over Ilya's robe, figuring out the ties that held the top portion. Then he pulled them apart with Telekinesis. He opened the fabric to reveal her amazing breasts, cupping them as she lowered down to slurp him back into her mouth.

Soon he held her hair with one hand, a tit with the other. She ran her hands up his legs as she sucked and took him deeper, and he just held on and let her work him closer and closer.

But when he was close he wanted control. He stood and pushed Ilya's hands down, moving her arms behind her back.

"Look at me, my lady," he said. "Swallow every drop. Don't stop sucking until I tell you."

No woman had ever looked up at him with such determined eyes. He held her steady with a hand half on hair, half on crown, the other behind her neck. He knew he should have gone far slower and easier on her, but he was so incredibly turned on.

He fucked her mouth and stared into her amber eyes, lost in the absolute obvious desire to please him, to obey.

Without touching her mind with his powers, he knew she'd do anything he asked. And that she'd love every minute of it.

He cried out as the release came, feeling like his whole being pooled and emptied into Ilya's mouth. He shuddered with wave after wave of pleasure, Ilya's eyes half-lidded as she sucked and swallowed everything he gave her.

Finally he slowed, but still slid his cock past her thick lips, still completely controlling her as he spurted the last few drops.

She sucked and cleaned him almost urgently, watching to see if it was how he wanted. Only when he sat down and twitched at every sensitive touch, and his cock started to soften, did Ilya pull back and grin with wet lips.

"I pleased you?"

Blake chuckled and put his hands to his face. "Yes, you certainly did."

She sort of hugged his lap, planting little, marker like kisses down his shaft, all the way to his balls. "Next time I'll figure these out," she said, as if to herself. "Do I squeeze them? What do I do with them?"

Blake snorted and couldn't wait to let her try and sort it out.

But then she was fixing her clothes and cleaning herself up in a piece of silvered glass, soon back to more or less the exact same condition she'd been pre-blowjob. Blake stood and sorted himself, then scooped her into his arms.

"Now was that just dirty talk to get me off, or did you mean what you said?"

"What do you mean?" Ilya asked without hesitation, meeting his eyes. "I'd be dead without you, though my life means little enough. But my family…they are forever avenged, my tribe honored. That is a debt I can never repay. I am yours to do with as you please."

Blake practically shivered with lust. "I think that will be rather a lot." He sighed, making a show of inspecting Ilya from head to toe. "When we have more time."

She returned the smile. “When we have more time.”

"How then should I reward you, First Wizard?" Ilya grinned, leaning forward to nibble his ear. "What gift is sufficient when you return?"

"Oh." Blake looked away as if lost in thought, the teeth on his ear somewhat frighteningly sharp. "I'm sure we'll think of something." He gave her ass a good squeeze, then winked as he turned away.

"But I've things to do. And so do you, my lady," he gave the word the seductive tone it deserved. "Come along, Navi. And you too hired goons."

Of course the verbal commands weren't necessary, but Blake thought his exits should contain as much drama as his entrances. And his control was constantly getting better...

Without another word or glance at Ilya, he lifted himself with Telekinesis, his remaining three minions thudding in his wake. He floated down the tower stairs.