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Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

Olgar was a tad confused when Rikki declined the offer to the beach. He had seen how much fun the man had, but then soon understood. He nodded and agreed with Rikki. Holding his hand as they walked, he listened to the bard a little saddened about how terrible the monring had been.

When Rikki mentioned what Whore had said to the bard in private, he lost a step and tried to recover gracefully. Accidentally, he squeezed Rikki's hand a hair tighter, giving off a signal unknown to himself. He laughed a little and rubbed his neck with the other hand, trying to play it all off. "Yeah... sounds like your friend might, uh, be missing a few marbles." he said a little red in the face.

Olgar knew he felt something for Rikki. He honestly did. He'd been jealous of Jardik or whatever that blasted runt ogre was called. He'd been very glad to have shared some strange events with Rikki and he really did feel close to him. Olgar had realized what he was feeling. It was all too familiar and it partially ate at the stitchings that held the ogre together. It had been a few years since his death, but Rikki shared a lot of qualities with him. The poor ogre was having a tough time trying not to fall for the bard because of his unresolved emotions.

While his brain fired away, he grew oddly silent, lost in thought that was etched all over his larg broad face. He barely heard Rikki announce his departure. It was when the bard pulled free from his grip that he realized Rikki had said anything at all. With a slightly worried look, he nodded and attempted a smile. "Sure thing. See you soon..." he said a little weak, turnign slowly to head off to locate Gary.

The noonday turned to evening with Olgar, weary of a little early drinking and loads of talking, investigating, and bartering, the lumbering man plodded back to the inn. He was happy to see Ront was enjoying himself in a game of cards with some halflings, but made sure to issue a warning in Orc about a too long winning streak. The boy undestood and laughed, eating some hard to find sweet confection. He sighed, realizing that while Ront could wield a sword and shield well enough, he was still just a boy.

Making his way, finally to his room, he had hoped that Rikki would be there, but also hoped he wasn't. He wasn't sure if he was ready to open the door, but the new soles of his bard-bought boots weren't quite broken in enough to make them totally comfortable. With a heavy sigh, he held his breath a little and opened the door.

Sure enough, the bard lived up to his word. Which was nice, by Olgar's standards. Not many people were honest these days. Olgar looked at the situation and had mixed feelings about it all. Shifting his lips about across his teeth, he decided he'd entertain the idea for a bit. "I'll be right back." he somberly said, shutting the door behind him. With his heavy feet, he forced himself down the hall to the public bathing room.

Shutting the heavy damp door behind him, he leaned against it a little till it reminded him of his weight. Back on his feet, he stoked the hot coals heating the large enough tub before disrobing. Ogres didn't like water much, but he knew he was a little funky. He had a long hike over Gaeltraum today. Swinging a leg into the tub, Olgar winced a little as a few of the small blisters seemed much worse in the hot water. Reluctantly, he swung his other leg in and did a strange squating dance into the hot water.

As the water gently sat at his lower chest, he leaned back to further sink into the relaxing depths. Olgar liked how the water unwound his tense muscles and was grateful for the time he had alone in this quiet place. After a few minutes of soaking, Olgar finished up his bath, grabbing a few towels and tied the corners together. He was used to most places being a little unprepared for someone as large as he, so he swung the makeshift terry loincloth around his waist as he kicked his belongings into a pile he could nab up.

Once back at his room, there was Rikki, still in the bed. He was glad he stuck around. The ogre had a few things to give him before they started with the evening's festivities. "Hey Rikki, I spent a while trying to figure some things out, but after talking with some locals and some book-learned folks, I figured these would work well for you." Olgar said handing a dark green bag with an arcane emroidery on it.

Olgar watched as Rikki took the bag and peered inside. Inside the Bag of Many Things, Rikki found some ocean themed trinkets. A pair of manta hide boots that had a slight magical tingle to them when touched, a deep purple tunic with silver embelishments about the edges, a small cloth pouch of salted dried whale, a set of narwhal ivory sticks for your hair, and a very finely crafted mithril necklace with various polished shells and pearls along it's length.

"I was told darfellans like whale. I hope you do." he paused for a moment and then excitedly pointed to the gray spotted boots. "Oh! Those are pretty useful! Those were one of the last pair that Gary's sorceress buddy had! When you try'em on, you'll figure it out." he said with a smile and wink. When Rikki got a chance, he'd realized these were an envious item to have if you were born of the sea. These were a pair of the infamous Landwalker boots. Olgar had figured it would help Rikki out to be able to walk uninhibited by his race's affinity and evolution for water travel.

After the hint towards the bard, Olgar removed the towel and finished drying himself as best as the towels would allow. It always seemed they were too wet by the time it came to dry his hair. One of the reasons why he hated bathing. Grumbling at the terrible job the towels were doing, he tossed them at the door and regarded Rikki on the bed. Olgar hoped that Rikki wouldn't be overwhelmed with the specifically tailored gifts, but he wanted to show he was sorry. He was terrible at apologies sometimes.

"So Rikki, what'll it be then?" he said with a slightly sincere smiled. The ogre posed a little and flexed his tremendously powerful muscles at the bard. He laughed afterwards, realizing how terribly silly it was, but was glad to be able to have a laugh. He had been working all day trying to clear his mind and evaluate his feelings for his newest group member. Olgar wanted Rikki to be more, but the bard did seem flighty. That was understandable to Olgar, but he really wanted to make sure these feelings were for Rikki and not... him.
 
Rikki was understanding as Olgar left, his eyes watching the other man as he went. He maneuvered onto the bed to cover himself a little more as the ogre was out bathing. He was rather pleased about what was to happen and he waited with a great deal of patience as the ogre went and got ready.

He didn't know why but the urge to play that ogre melody he had learned from Jardik came to him and he rummaged around his bag, finding a very beautiful violin. It had surprisingly silver looking strings and a wood finish that seemed to be breathing. His bow for it was made out of the tail hairs of a mystic centaur shaman and the violin body had been crafted of wood of a dead Treant. He figured if he was going to play for Olgar he might as well use his best instrument.

When Olgar came back Rikki gave him a nice look but then seemed pretty surprised with the bag. He looked inside and started sifting through the gifts, his face one of enjoyment and happiness, "Thank you so much Olgar! Thank you! Yes, we do love whale. And I think I know what these boots are for. This is very nice, you really shouldn't have!" He was just so happy with his gifts, the whale in particular. He hadn't been able to get whale for a while, since it would be a bit too much for him to hunt, and eat, one by himself. He had to satisfy himself with small bits of it at various port towns like this.

When Olgar asked him what he wanted to do and posed Rikki laughed a little and stood up, pulling Olgar down for a kiss and running a hand over his hair, humming a low tune as the magic dried the ogre's hair. Not that Rikki wouldn't have minded the wet hair, but he did want to run his hands through it this night. "I have a performance before we get started. Here, sit down."

With a little bit of help, and a little bit of force, Rikki got Olgar to sit down on the bed. He stayed standing, his body nude and shining a little bit in the dying sun and the few candles in the inn. He picked up the violin and was about to play something before he stopped, "I do apologize for my actions today. I was overwhelmed and should have been able to keep my composure. Your sister was really nice, even if her kids seemed to learn their manners from their father. It was a nice meeting and she makes a great soup."

With a swift motion so as not to ruin the mood very suddenly he began to play his violin, lovely music coming from the strings. The song began as a low lull and would go into a few other interesting directions, but it definitely had an ogre feel to it. There was that sensation of savagery in it, like that of a mother willing to destroy any opposition to keep her whelps safe. Rikki kept it up for a good while, ending it with the one final note. The violin, despite having a generally soft sound to it, had played this one perfectly. His violin wasn't detectably magical, but if one desired to check hard enough they would see it.

Rikki finished up and placed the violin down, heading over to the bed, "That ogre boy had wanted me to play that. I liked it, he did too. I suppose I just wanted to see what a half-ogre man would think of it too," He hoped his inclusion of Jardik being a boy and Olgar a man would smooth over his little faux pas of mentioning the skullcrusher ogre.

With his head on Olgar's chest Rikki closed his eyes and rubbed the warm ogre flesh on him, "Tonight...well...I'd like to be proven that my trust in you is justified I guess. That way I can just allow you to do what you want to with me." He gave a little bit of a devilish grin and laid back, almost offering himself to the man who was a third taller and at least twice as heavy as himself.

"I promise I won't just lie here, but you decide what we do. Or...you could just pose for me some while I touch myself." He chuckled, having actually enjoyed Olgar's flexing. It had been a little childish but also a little arousing. More arousing than childish for Rikki.

The darfellan felt a little bad that he hadn't mentioned that this was some sort of test. He was just desperately trying to see if this round of sex would actually be better. He didn't know if he was just becoming jaded or if that damnable hookah smoking skank was actually right about this.
 
Olgar was pleased to know that Rikki would enjoy his gifts. He had truely spent all day talking to acedemics and sages alike to find more about Rikki's kind. With a smile, he put his hands on his naked hips and nodded with pleasure in himself for doing a great job. This was an unusual moment of egotism for Olgar, but it was quickly interrupted.

When Rikki touched his skin, he felt their warmth. He offered a smalle exhale of enjoyment and closed his eyes for the gentle kiss. He was sure to embrace the bard as their lips graced each other's. Pulling away slowly, Olgar scanned Rikki's face for all of it's detail and offered a small smile. Olgar looked nervous without his own knowledge. With a hum and a touch, his hair was dry. Held Rikki's hand for a moment, before it could leave. Offering it a small kiss, he let the hand go in a gesture of thanks.

Rikki offered up a performance for the ogre. Olgar wasn't sure about all of this and thus made it a touch difficult to herd him to the bed, much less get him to sit down. Finally agreeing to the bardic music, he sat on the bed, pulling his feet up and to the side of his body. Olgar looked both nervous and embarrassed when Rikki brought up the visit to his sister's. He accepted the apology, but hoped that by the end of this geas, he'd be able to see his sister once more and on better terms.

As Rikki began to play this song, he immediately realized what it was. Olgar sat up nearly straight on the bed, putting his feet back on the floor. He watched Rikki intently, just staring with his mouth open a slight amount. This song... he hadn't heard is for many, many years. His own mother had lulled him and his siblings off to bed with it. He knew it was a song from ogrish history, but the words evaded his father and thusly his mother when she hummed the tune.

Ass these memories of his childhood came to him. Remembering when his younger siblings had been born, when he had bonked his head particularly hard after challenging their goat to a duel, his sister sparring with their father and her 'winning', his older brother leaving the family in... that way. His mind realed at all the times he had heard his mother hum this song and now... this bard who was eating at his heart and mind... he was here, naked, and playing this old song of the ogres. Olgar's eyes looked glassy and full of astonishment. When Rikki finished, it took a few seconds to restart his brain.

Grabbing onto Rikki and pulling him close, he barely heard what the bard was talking about. It took many moments of controlled breathing to hold the flood gate of tears the ogre needed to shed. The vivid images of his dead father and the sickly sullen face of his dying mother just stuck with him. He had hummed that own song while his mother faded off into the depths of death. Holding Rikki reminded him of so many forgotten feelings and memories.

Letting Rikki loose of his hug, the bard laid back and his words were faint on Olgar's ears. Looking into Rikki's dark eyes, he just stared for a few moments. He studied their intentions for a few more moments before repositioning himself on the bed. With a smile and a few blinks to repress the tears, he moved to hover over Rikki. "Bard... you talk too much..." he said leaning in for a deep kiss.

Olgar's long braids and loose hairs fell from his shoulders and past his neck. Lightly they fell onto the bed and around Rikki's soft and sleek face. With his broad lips, Olgar gently kissed Rikki. It was far to easy to gore someone's face off with his tusks, but he knew how soft he could be and still envoke the passion he felt. With the tiniest prods of his tongue, Olgar kissed Rikki with emotions that held no words the ogre could muster.

Pulling himself away from this emotive embrace, Olgar looked into Rikki's face with such conviction and longing. He had no words for the bard. This black and white enchanter had stolen them away along with his huge heart. Olgar knew what he was feeling at this moment. He tried very hard not to show it to Rikki as he wasn't sure if this man felt the same way. The Whore had obviously seen how he felt, but she was old and wise the things around her. Would Rikki have such a sense of perception?

Taking one of his large hands, he gently stroked Rikki's dark hair. It was rather soft, but had strength to it. It was the first time he had actually taken the time to feel its gentle strands. With a few slow and purposeful kisses to Rikki's neck, he leaned back just a little, putting some distance between their faces. A thought crossed his mind and it wasn't something he had thought before. Rikki was a few good heads shorter than himself and was proportionally sized down from that. Could it be possible for him to sexually ravage the bard without leaving him crippled? The image brought a small and brief laugh as it was a silly image, but knew if Rikki was offering himself, the bard would be able to accomidate his girth.

With his mind made up, he took his free hand down to gently rub on Rikki's pale member. With a soft and pleased look on his face, he messaged the cock all the while looking into Rikki's dark pools of soulful emotion. The sleek skin became noticably warmer as the bard's erection became stronger. Once satisfied with the beginings of an eventful evening, Olgar removed his looming face from Rikki's and applied his hot mouth to the entirety of the bard's groin. With his large mouth, he sucked gently on Rikki's genitals and rubbed them down with his broad tongue. Olgar let the white pearls free from his face and began to suck and tease Rikki's pinking prick.

The noises Rikki made as he lapped on the pale dick stirred life into his own cock. He liked the melodious tones that escaped his aquatic love. Laying on his side, he moved Rikki's body to better accomodate his position. Lifting one of the bard's legs, he stroked his hot tongue across his tail hole and enjoyed the sensation of a quick and suprised pucker. "Rikki, if you let me, I'd love to feel you on me..." he said as he lapped at the sweet starfish hidden in the gentle bardic bottom. Olgar looked up between Rikki's legs while stroking his own growing erection in the anticipation of a sensual late night with the entrancing and delicious bard who'd begun to steal his heart.
 
Rikki was rather miffed by the tears and had tried to keep the mood light. He ended up hushing when the ogre told him he spoke too much. It was a justifiable thing to say. Rikki did like to speak, and one would almost admit that his melodic voice gave him some sort of orgasmic pleasure by the way he continued to reproduce his rhythmic ululations. Yet, Olgar had a way of making him go silent.

The light, sweet kisses made Rikki nearly rock solid. The idea that this man who could so easily make Rikki an origami crane was taking the time and effort to be so soft with him made the darfellan so hot. His body radiated with a somewhat egotistic heat as he realized that the fat giant bitch didn't get this treatment. Rikki himself got this. It made him feel more than special.

Rikki found himself feeling self-conscious when Olgar kept staring at him. It was an odd feeling long lost to the mists of time and self-control that the bard had passed through what felt like aeons ago. Yet, the startling familiarity brought another erotic thrill to the advances he was getting from Olgar. Another petite kiss and the feeling of repressed tusk pressure drove a pulse of ecstasy through the white penis, dropping a few precious bits of clear and scented fluids from the very tip. It gave his rod a pearlescent sheen where it dripped, as if some sensual snail had crawled from his tip to his surprisingly hairless groin.

Yet, the eyes couldn't stay where they were. That was a sad, yet blissful, parting. The lips that had just been touching and telling the bard his song hadn't sent Olgar into a shock beyond repair welcomed his organ deep into the throat of the large man above him. Rikki knew he had been told he spoke to much, but he moans and light murmurs rising from his throat must be okay, for that were not in a language anything spake on any basis.

The light, nearly intangible shivers from the half-breed suckling on his sensitive piece told Rikki that the sweet sonorous sounds were not only acceptable but well received. He opened his mouth, the tongue that had a few red dots from overeager teeth holding it still now acted as a ramp for the delighted groans and appreciative murmurs rising from the abyss of his throat. It was no song but it seemed to be the proper reaction.

When asked that question Rikki propped himself and looked down at Olgar's own erect member. He softly moved, the bed barely registering the shift until he was face to penis with Olgar's uncut tool. Rikki touched the tip and slid his smallest finger inside it, teasing the inner meat of his partner as he coyly pretended to be thinking about this. His silence was now over as he spoke once more, his tongue allowing occasional interruptions to lick around the finger that stimulated such a release of pre-ejaculatory fluids.

"I am unsure, Olgar," and the first stroke, "you are just so big it might...break me," the second lick as he teasingly opened the small opening and pressed his tongue as deep as it would go inside, savoring the tap-like flavor he received. "Do you want to break me?" He was being a tease now, knowing Olgar couldn't see his smile as he had already been working the magic to allow himself to receive this illustrious prize. His tongue was doing it's rounds as the foreskin had been pulled back and the head was being tasted.

After the shakey and apologetic response Rikki tugged as lightly as a daughter trying to get her dad's attention on a braid. The face of the ogre-half was just too cute and Rikki pulled it down, kissing it as he somehow tossed Olgar low onto the bed, "I jest, my large lothario. I not only agree, I demand you place your ravenous battering ram into me. Then I want you to make me feel every bit of it you can squeeze into my tight little frame. I will reward you for this. But first," he paused, sucking on one of the large fingers Olgar had, trying to vamp the sweet man who was rather easily misled, "Prepare me? Feel around inside me before you charge in?"

With that Rikki got on his hands and knees, offering his pert and supple ass to the ogre. The shimmering white of his hole and the lovely black of the globes of his buttocks beckoned the large man on, Rikki nearly shivering in impatience to get more of this divine sensation deep within him. "Please, I beg, Bo-Olgar."
 
Olgar watched Rikki move abuot the bed to take over the carressing of his meaty prick. He watched Rikki toy about with his piss slit. Rikki's slender and sleek finger squirmed about inside leaving the ogre slightly spasming in his lower back. The sensation was so fiery and intense that Olgar had a difficult time controling the slight gasps escaping his throat. With Rikki's expert touch, Olgar was beyond erect. He felt how heavy and hot his dick had become and his mind was just overtaken by crazy thoughts of passion.

Olgar looked slightly worried and concerned when Rikki interrupted his thoughts with his uncertainty. Quick to react, Olgar looked down to Rikki licking and tasting his flesh. "Uh, well, I don't want to hurt you... it's never really been something I want to do... unless you want it then I'd try, but I really don't want to do anything that, well, you know..." he stammered in between the rounds the bard made on his cock. It was really difficult to talk when you had an expert attending to your most private parts.

Olgar was muchly relieved when Rikki confessed his intentions. He offered a small and sheepish chuckle to Rikki. He was quite glad he would accept his offer. With the precise suckling on his pinky finger, he felt encouraged once again to continuie with his lusty persuits.

With Rikki's rear in the air, Olgar assumed a slightly similar position, using his broad tongue to lick the sweet crease between shimmering sleek black orbs of toned muscle. Rikki's pale bits always allowed Olgar to take in detail otherwise lost to hair or darkening of people's skins. The ogre was pleased with the coos and moans Rikki offered. Testing the elsaticity of the entrance to Rikki's ebony ass, he was even more bolstered to enter the bard.

With his pink easily placed in and removed from the bard end, Olgar offered up a playful nibble to Rikki's rump. It was just as warm and inviting as every other bit of Rikki's body. A moan escaped the front end of the bard, making Olgar squirm his pinky down to his knuckle with a pleased smiled on his face.

After several minutes of an ogrely rim job, suclking on bardic balls, and working the opening of Rikki's pearly hole, Olgar was satisfied with the loosened tail enough to offer testing. Olgar offered a soothing rub down of Rikki's rump muscles and thighs, making sure the bard was a relaxed as he could be. While, on the other hand, the ogre was quite nervous. It was one thing to stick it to a giantess who could take it easily or other women, but men... Olgar was careful with. Especially this one.

Licking Rikki's hole a final time, he manuvered up to and behind Rikki. A humbling moment it was for Olgar. This man had offered himself up to him even after such a terrible day. He smiled and rubbed his large hands down the bard's back. "Rikki, I'm going to give it a shot... if anything feels out of place, let me know..." he said with obvious concern for Rikki. He wanted this to go well. He had wanted to fuck the bard and now was his chance.

With approval from the exoctic man below, Olgar held the middle of his large dick and pulled back some of his foreskin. Pressing the head against the pale pink hole, he was enticed with the hot sensation of a wet and welcome ass. With a little bit of force behind his cock, Olgar ever so slowly pressed forward, waiting for any sign of distress.
 
Rikki gave a loud exclamation of surprise and happiness when the tip finally pushed it's way inside, "No...don't stop. Wait...yes, stop!" He turned around, this way so he could see Olgar, "Shush your apologies. I wanted to look at you. Now get it back inside me." A quick kiss would hopefully assuage the ogre that there was no harm done. Rikki, for all this, was enjoying the sensation so very, very much. He had never had to use this spell for something like this. It was...great.

He groaned and gripped onto the arms, his body tensing up with the intrusion. He noted with great patience as the huge member filled up his insides and passed slowly and achingly sweetly against his prostate just how big Olgar was. His dark eyes glazed over as he opened his mouth but no sound came out. In a split second he came to, the look on Olgar's face answered with "I can handle it all. Please...please?"

The bard was nearly begging, almost literally, for this. He gave a small hitch in his breath or even a happy cry as even a quarter inch slid into his deep body. The spell allowed not only for this to not split his pelvis but to be completely pleasurable for the darfellan. The other side to this magic was that Olgar was feeling the tight, warm core of Rikki as if there was no magic. The confines of the rectum of Rikki was as if there was no spell at all, wrapping the hot meat in a tightness so great it would probably never have been felt by the ogre.

Finally, when completely filled Rikki let out a small whimper. His legs moved slowly, heels rubbing against the buttocks of his partner. "Pull...out...please." He saw the look and then gripped his heels deep into the skin of Olgar, "Now push. Push back. OH Olidammara YES. More...more! Olgar..."

Rikki had not been topped by any male in over a year. A year of tightening and restructuring of entrance walls had left it as if Olgar was heading down a virgin tunnel. Rikki's spell to re-create that sensation also helped. Olgar was now pounding away at what would feel like a completely unused and fresh ass for him.

It took a few more minutes of extreme passion before Rikki pulled away, pulled the thick member out of his body. "Enough." He pressed his hand onto the chest of the ogre and pushed him down once again, "No, not that. Shhh, watch." He moved and lifted himself up and then allowed his weight to impale himself on the mighty shaft of the boss of their group. He shuddered, whimpering happily as he felt the massive thing throb deep within him.

"You are...so cute." His phrase was ended by a light rocking. He was moaning again, but he wanted to see Olgar, feel Olgar, hear Olgar. All the senses.

He found himself in pure ecstasy. This was not like that tawdry elf maiden he had bedded today. It was not like Jardik and his plaintive whimperings and whinings and how he had screamed like a woman when he came from Rikki just relentlessly pounding his prostate. No, this made the bard feel alive. His nerves raced with fire and passion, his mind was alight in how special and wonderful this moment was.

He reached down, looking nothing if not a praying man going prostrate to get Olgar up. He sat in the lap of the ogre, humping him slowly as he kissed up his chest, biting on a nipple just hard enough to make Olgar moan in that one special tone. The tongue traced more, ending at the jaw. Kisses replaced licks until the teeth found an earlobe. It was time, Rikki couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Olgar...I love you." His arms were wrapped as tightly around Olgar as his body was around his member. It was a catharsis for Rikki. All the pent up emotions, all the lies he had been saying. He knew it was true now. He knew she had been right and for once he was glad he was wrong. "I love you with everything I am, Olgar."

Then, it was like an eternity. He had stopped grinding, his cock twitching eagerly against the muscled ogre stomach. He waited, aching to hear it returned, and desperately scared that it wasn't going to be.
 
Olgar froze dead solid in his gentle motions. He was deathly afraid that Rikki was hurt or splitting. His mind ran wild and felt so terrible. He mouthed for a word of apology, but Rikki's face wasn't one of fear or pain. With his order and a gentle kiss, Olgar obliged Rikki. Pushing his thick cock into the bard, he groaned a little at the tightness of it all.

With a touch more force, he further pushed his dick into the soft white recess that Rikki had given to him. He was extremely anxious to please the bard. He wanted this to be a special night. The ogre wanted to exude his ability to be a soft and gentle giant. It was then Rikki seemed frozen. A small hint of panic hit the ogre's face. With silence hanging in the air, he grabbed at the air with his lips slowly.

Olgar was a little anxious once more about all this. Deep down, he was still scared about injurying Rikki, but the darfellen seemed to be pleading for him. A moment later, the ogre was pushing a bit more of himself into the bard. Olgar couldn't believe that Rikki was able to take his cock much less how tight it felt without splitting him. A few times Olgar had to pause to let his nerves catch up with breathing. This was an incredibly tight fit for him.

It took a little while, but finally, the moment they'd been waiting for. Olgar's large blass rubbed the underside of Rikki's dangling pearls. Down to his hilt, deep in the bard, Olgar took a long deep breath and rubbed Rikki's lower back. He opened his eyes when he felt Rikki's heals upon his rear, and smiled at the gentle soles. Olgar, once again, felt a little uneasy as Rikki asked him to pull out so slowly. Gingerly, the ogre obliged the bard and slowly pulled his cock from his tail. Olgar admired the stretched anus griping his cock as it slide out and rubbed Rikki's buttock to soothe and reassure him.

With a light exhale, he pushed his dick back in per the pleading escaping Rikki once more. The praises that spilled from the bard's mouth were all the encouragement that Olgar needed. It was soon after that he had built a steady and stable rhythm of pleasure. Olgar was gently sexing Rikki with his thick cock, listening and feeling the sweet slaps of their balls colliding. The ogre grabbed Rikki's ebon hips and pulled the bard into him repeatedly, enjoying the noises that the darfellen made. It was such a sweet and sensual feeling knowing that while he was much larger, that someone like Rikki, someone who has a large part of his life revolving around pleasure, that he could bring forth these sounds.

Olgar was a little suprised when Rikki halted their romping. He looked much like a curious and confused puppy when the bard pushed him flat. Olgar wasn't sure what Rikki was up to, but before he could form the words his lips grasped at, Rikki shushed him as he swung his legs over the ogre. Watching Rikki move around, he quickly gasped as the bard sat slowly on his cock. Grabbing Rikki's legs, he helped ease him down onto the large and intrusive dick that penetrated that pale pink hole once more.

The ogre had a hard time accepting compliments to his visage. He offered a smiled to Rikki as he began to fuck himself with the large prick. As he was ridden, he raised his hands to touhc and carress Rikki's sleek chest and hip bones. The muscles rippled smoothly under his fingertips and glided under the skin without effort. The tight ass around his cock and the feelings he received from rubbing Rikki's body made the ogre pant a little and croon softly. He caught himself riding up into Rikki a few times, a little rougher than what he wanted to express.

Embracing Rikki as he laid upon his wide muscled chest, he rubbed down the darfellen's spine to rest his large paws on each of the bard's black buttocks. Sitting up with the bard in his lap, he motioned and pushed his dick up into Rikki enjoying the feeling of his sweet skin against his hairs. When Rikki's exoctic teeth clamped his nipple, he sucked some air between his tusks and grimaced a little. It was a sharp, yet enjoyable pain that the bard inflicted. Olgar really liked that.

Those soft lips danced their way up his neck to be replaced with calculated graces of that pink tongue. Olgar gripped Rikki's ass a little harder while his dick surged with pleasure. It had been such a long time for the ogre to have such an attentive and seductive lover. As teeth flitted over his dangling earlobe, a chest resonating groan escape the depths of the ogre as he reactively push his cock deep into the maddening bard.

When those desired words escaped from the bard, Olgar's eyes shot open and his heart seemed to stop. He hadn't even imagined that someone like Rikki could truely love someone. It was a harsh thought, but it inflated his ego a bit. He raelized that Rikki had been stationary while his brain shut down and nearly jumped back at the bard. So caught up in his emotions, he spat hit reply out in his Ogre language. "I love you, too!" he stammered and hugged Rikki deep into his chest.

Olagr wanted to weep, but kept his tears back. He had felt these feelings before and he was so excited that this bard, that Rikki could love a thieving ogre like himself. Olgar still had a hard time forgetting his passed love, but Rikki was alive here and now. And the ogre loved the man deeply. It indeed had only been a few days, but this darfellen felt so perfect and so... Olgar gave up trying to find words for it. Rikki was the wordsmith, not the ogre. With a nervous, but relieved laugh, Olgar hugged Rikki with restrained strength and kissed his forehead in a gentle and careful manner. Last thing he needed was to peice his skull in excitement.
 
With the warm arms around his body the bard felt safe. The ogre words coming out made him grin as he no longer felt as foolish as he had been before. He made a subconscious note to send Whore a fruit basket. Maybe one with a bomb in it. Yet, it was not at the forefront of his mind, there was a rather bigger and more exciting thing to be focused on at this moment. He looked at Olgar and gave a soft little nibble to his ear again, his words barely audible even though they were pouring right into the source, "You stopped. I'd love it if we continued."

With what felt like an eternity of sitting in the lap of a large and very perverted Saint Nicholas, Rikki was rewarded with a soft thrust up inside him. He gave Olgar the gift of a sharp gasp and his face in rigid pleasure. The darfellan refused to be completely passive and helped, moving up when Olgar pulled out and sliding back down when Olgar pushed into him. Their rhythmic gyrations made the past few weeks of odd adventures and a good day of misunderstandings and displeasure melt away for the bard.

He gave a small prayer of thanks to whomever had brought together such wonderful sex techniques and spells to allow Rikki to feel as he was. If this is how Olgar could be he didn't see why he wouldn't want to bottom much more often than he usually did. Olgar was a kind of man that made Rikki feel rather okay with the aspect of giving it up for someone. He let a small spell go as he felt himself drawing ever closer to the sweetest of releases a man could find in the arms of one he loved, the simple sounds of sexual pleasure the only component needed for the spell.

As Rikki felt himself beginning to fill with ogre semen, the look on Olgar's face one that Rikki would memorize forever, he felt the spell kick in. His urethra burned with a sharp pleasure as he released more seed than one of his size should be able to. The first gush peaked over into the air and fell with a warm, gooey sensation upon the chest of Olgar. The second caught Rikki right between the eyes, making his black skin between the white eye spots shimmer in a pearlescent sexual glow. He was in peri-orgasmic moan as the third shot from him, a few of the silvery splotches of man seed landing inside his mouth. The final few gouts were those of one of a man his size, covering his hairless crotch and the groin area of his lover.

It took what felt like a minute before Rikki reacted, a small trickle heading down the left side of his face catching his attention. In instinct he flicked his tongue out and lapped at it before he recognized the sweet taste of his spell augmented ejaculate. His face burned with the heat of his capillaries expanding and the radiant warmth of cooling seed. He gave an awkward smile, showing for the first time to Olgar that he could remember, embarrassment caused by his own deeds. "I am sorry, I thought it would be...fitting."

The small natural fireworks display that had been Rikki's orgasm tasted sweet, like a fresh picked strawberry covered in light honey. It seemed that the bard was not just talented in the field of battle with his spells or was a rare find indeed. He offered to clean off Olgar's chest, his body still impaled by a softening ogre rod.

Whatever help Olgar offered would endear Rikki to him, and he almost swooned as he felt the strong ogre arm on him. In fact Rikki would go entirely relaxed and dazed if Olgar used that magical tongue of his to clean off the mess he had made. When all was said and done and everything was clean Rikki threw his hands around Olgar's neck and gave him a sweet kiss, nuzzling his head against the tusks of his new beau.

"I...I am sorry I took so long in realizing this. I thought that...well-never mind. I figured sex with an ogre male like you was what made it feel good. I was wrong. I perhaps thought having sex with a woman would make me feel as good. I was wrong again. I didn't realize I was making love to you. Do you forgive me for my arrogance and blindness?" The silky feeling darfellan rubbed the hairy chest he was cradled to, his eyes downcast. He felt like a complete heel, especially since he had been told point blank by his contact the reason he had been so dissatisfied with his sexual conquests as of late was because they had not been with the ogre.

"Olgar?" Rikki asked after a good time of silence had gone by, "Do you think we could stay here an extra day? Order room service and just...stay like this? Because, if I leave this room and go about, I'll want to perform, but I can tell you right now I would like to be just with you for a while." It was a sweet sentimentality, with the bard knowing full well they probably couldn't postpone the quest. Yet, now it had come to him. After this quest he might be reassigned. He just wanted to prolong it now, for he finally had a reason to fear what was possibly to come instead of embracing it.
 
The ogre looked down at Rikki's pleasing face and realized he had stopped. In his internal moments of reflection, his brain just dumped the humping processes. He smiled and offered a gentle push of his hip up into Rikki. Olgar loved how this felt. The bard just seemed so great at everything and this just iced his cake. With a soft kiss, Olgar pushed his cock deep into the bard and picked his pace up a bit.

The soft noises and groans of sweet pleasure had become enough for Olgar. For such a gruff loking beast, the audible parts of passion were like threads of saffron. Precious; valuble; delicious. The ogre pulled Rikki into his chest and his face shifted to complete the full body experience of a love-filled climax. His eyes closed with his eyebrows dancing against each other at the top of his nose's bridge. Olgar's mouth opened just slightly to bare his teeth and strain the muscles in his thick neck. The pressure built and over-ran into Rikki's tight body. Olgar physically shuddered a little, trying to restrain what would be fatal thrusts into the bard.

Olgar opened his golden eyes to an embarrassed bard, with specks of seed along his face. The cooling gob on his chest caught his attention, too. With a soft chuckle, he hugged Rikki, unknowing of the magical induced ejaculate... until he offered a hot suprise. Olgar took bis broad tongue, with one well-placed lick, replaced Rikki's candy spoo with ogre spit. It was then Olgar realized what Rikki had meant. With a pleasant look of disbelief, he smiled and kissed Rikki's damp face.

Cuddling his magical lover, Olgar listened to Rikki's plight. He wasn't previously aware of any woman Rikki had bedded. Olgar knew that he had learned a lot through various sexual deeds, but this had been recent. The ogre was quiet for a few moments, but he really couldn be mad at Rikki for it. To be fair, neither of them had made a move (at the time) for exclusivity. Rubbing Rikki's dakr hair and mussing the sweaty strands, he kissed his forehead. "You've done nothing needing forgiveness. We've all had our moments of stupidity." he said giving the bard a firm hug.

Leaning into the pillow some, he was satisfied with how Rikki was laying on him. All of this was wonderfully calm and soothing to his ego and mind. Someone like Rikki could feel such emotions for one like himself. He smiled in the silence.

Olgar heard the words clearly. Without moving much, he honestly gave it thought and was probably awkwardly silent for many moments after Rikki's request. He pondered how much it would cost to get the Fiesty Flea to stay in dock for an extra day or to contact the local weather mage guild to check on the forecasting for the open seas or check with all of the other timed things that had been set up for this particular departure.

Rolling Over a little to lay next to Rikki and look at him, Olgar looked conflicted. He pursed his lips inward for a moment before he spoke. "I want to... let that be know. I want to ditch all of this and say 'To hells with the blasted shards!', but the geas I'm cursed with won't allow it. If we don't work towards getting them, I fall terribly ill. The guild wizard... or what ever that old coot is, made sure that I'm wracked with terrible pain and woes. I want to stay here, Rikki..." he paused to kiss him on the forehead and squeeze him in a strong hug, "...but if we did, I'd be ill and unable to much of anything besides moan and carry on like a child. That would be unfair to both of us..." he concluded with holding Rikki close to his chest. Rikki could easily feel the ogre's heart beatingg a little faster. It seemed that just the thought of the problems caused by the terrible geas worked him up into a nervous fit.

"But you can be by my side everyday if you wish. You're a man, Rikki. You don't have to do a damn thing I say, but I'd hope that you'd enjoy anytime spent with me. I just can't slow this... mission down. They've done a good number on me, this time." he laughed a little, but not in any sense of finding the situation funny. "What I can do is make sure when we're alone, we aren't disturbed from now on. That is something I can do..." he offered to show he wanted the time to spend in Rikki's desires. He just couldn't, physically couldn't, oblige Rikki this very time. The pain the geas caused was more than Olgar was willing to go through.
 
Rikki took in what was said and nodded, "I understand, Olgar. No need to worry about that. Perhaps I'll just give up a day of swimming then." It would be quite a thing for Rikki to do, but he figured he could swim some other time, and if he was to be separated from this ogre at the end of this quest he was damned well going to make the best of it.

His silken skin stroked the hairy body of his lover as he felt his energy drain out of his body, his eyes drooping a little. He rolled over before he could fall asleep, picking up a pinch of dust and tossing it into the air before clapping, the starlight exploding into the air. He took Olgar back to the cuddling position before he just stared up at the stars. He got a somewhat wicked grin as he turned his face to his boss, "I never thought we'd end up here. When you first saw me I pretty much got the idea you saw me as a froofy bard that was just going to be annoying."

The comforting sleep followed after being surrounded by warmth that was Olgar, Rikki's thoughts being pleasant ones as he slept. The dreams were fine, and his body woke up somewhat sore in the morning, but he eagerly saw the day as being a nice one. He gave Olgar a little kiss and popped up, grabbing clothing and placing it on, along with his new snazzy boots that Olgar had gotten him. He would need that boost of speed today anyway, because they were heading out near the middle of the day. He wished Olgar the best and sped out of the door, a man on a mission.

It took just under three hours roaming that town, but he bought what he needed and made his way to the inn and collected the rest of his items, greeting those who happened to be there. He merrily showed off how he enjoyed his landwalker boots to Olgar, keeping pace with him easily now. He did find it rather amusing that both of them, naturally, were slower than someone of their race should be though. It made them rather cute in his mind.

On the boat he found the room Olgar had taken and placed his items in at as well, no longer worried about what anyone thought about them. He was just elated to have someone like the half-ogre on board this boat and in his adventures. He would have to do something about staying with him after this. Besides, this team of misfits did need him, otherwise they would be stuck in rinky-dink cheap inns throughout their careers, and not even get there in a good enough time. Yes, in all good conscious he did need to stay with them. Besides, Ront would grow up all odd if he didn't have Rikki to educate him.

When the ship set sail Rikki eagerly looked over the edge, bending over like someone with seasickness. He was far from it himself, the salty spray hitting his face as a great laugh came from him. Deny it as he might, he was a creature of the depths. This little trip would just show how much that would be true. His clothes and boots were removed down to his underwear as he folded them neatly beside himself and grabbed a rope before diving off into the water.

He would swim by the boat for several hours, happily enjoying the ocean water going over his body, and he would even dive under and view the boat from beneath the waves. Yet, his stomach began to tell him it was time for food so he grabbed the rope beside the boat and climbed his way back up onto it, letting the droplets of water on his skin fall off as he dried really quickly.

He looked around, finding Olgar rather quickly, "So, big man, what is for lunch today?"
 
Olgar was really glad that Rikki understood his plight. He knew that he wanted to ignore their advancement, but it would literally be too painful to do so. The ogre made a note to question (and by question, maim) their guild leader about the wizard. He'd done a number on him that was rather unfair.

With that, Olgar got comfortable with Rikkin in his arms, he snuggled and laughed a little. "You're still a froofy bard." he smiled and kissed the bard on his neck. He gazed at the stars and studied them for a while. The thoughts of traveling to the stars had crossed his mind, but he shot it out as being impossible for mere mortals.

As Rikki darted out, the speed lent by the magical gift from the ogre, Olgar relaxed in bed for a bit before he knew he, too, had to finish up some last minute plans before they departed. Making a quick list, he plotted his course to be rather efficent to wind up at the docks about 2 hours beore they left port.

When Rikki arrived at the inn, only Belilah and Ront were present. The greeted the bard as he came about, all smiles. Olgar had made a brief appearance as he circled back through this area when Rikki had shown up. He was quite impressed how now he didn't have to pace himself around Rikki so much. Things would be much easier now. As Rikki departed, he informed the group to finish packing up and get moving.

It wasn't too much longer before the group was at the boat. Nearly everyone was there and ready to go. The group loaded onto the boat once the crew flagged them on. The Fiesty Flea wasn't a large ship, but it was a decent carrack. It was surely seaworthy, but it'd be best if they kept to decent weather. This wasn't no warship. In fact, it looked a bit shifty to the trained eye.

Finally, it was time to leave port. Olgar watched the grew hual in the planks that allowed them aboard and let his eyes follow various crew members about as they climbed rigging and tied specific ropes. It wasn't long before Gaeltraum was growing smaller amongts the whitish cliffs it was apart of.

Talingo had burried himself in books while Taevillis spied about at the top of the masts. Belilah wasn't around and Ront was hiding in his room, unable to tolerate the rocking of the boat. Daggit was no where to be seen, either. Olgar was on the main deck speaking with the captian and first mate.

The captian was a ruggedly handsome human in his early thirties. He had long bron hair pulled into a loose pony tail under his brommed tri-pointed hat. A loose linen shirt allowed his sparse chest hair to be visible on his dark tanned skin. He stood close to six feet, but his hat seemed to compensate for his hieight. The first mate was a rather androgynous... half-elf? Maybe full elf? It was terribly difficult to tell. Though it's name sounded rather masculine.

"And this is Dextrimethian, the ship's mage. Good squishy to have around." Rikki could hear as he approached Olgar. The mages spoke lowly then. "Dex is good enough." he remarked before heading to the captian's quarters on deck. "Well, Captian Strahdenjarl, I'm very appreciative for you letting us come along." the ogre said shaking the human's hand. "Just call me Jasper. Or captian. I don't so much like my surname." Jasper replied while shaking the ogre's paw. He looked rather happy, but bewteen him and Dex both had an odd air about them

Olgar excused himself a to speak to Rikki. "From my understanding, it's suposed to be shark. They don't like burning thr ship's stocks unless the seas are dead." he said with a shrug. "Conner suposed to call the crew to chow when he's ready. The captian said it wouldn't be too long from now." he paused for a moment. "Do you want to go check on Ront? Poor kid is already seasick." he laughed. Olgar needed to speak with Jasper a bit longer, but had promised to meet up with him when the chow bell rang.

Ront would be found under a pile of blankets, moaning soflty in a fetal position. From the looks of it, Belilah was his bunk mate for the voyage, but she seemed to be missing from here, too. Ront and Belilah's room were in the middle of their three rooms with Rikki and Olgar's to the left and Talingo and Taevillis' to the right. The mage could be heard through the thin wooden walls reading a book about demonic grafting and blood infusions. It probably didn't help Ront to head about the various bodily fluids and their uses.
 
Rikki, flush with swimming happiness and the knowledge he could go back into the water whenever he wished was more than fine with going to check up on a seasick half-orc. He walked to the room and knocked before entering, his eyes looking around until he finally figured out that there was an orcling under the covers.

Rikki sauntered in and looked at Ront, at least from the vantage point of him under the covers. "Hey, Ront, you there?" The sounds that emanated from under the blankets were all that he needed to hear about how the orc boy was doing. He had been prepared for this though, not knowing how any of these land based fools would deal with the territory he grew up in. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small candy smelling pill.

"Hey, Ront. Open up." The covers came off and Rikki placed the pill in Ront's mouth and closed it for him, making him swallow it. "There, that should get rid of your sea sickness. It's an equilibrium pill. Your body will get used to the movement...well, you will need another pill in the morning to keep it up. Now, give it some time to work, okay?"

He felt a bit bad for pretty much waltzing in and drugging the orc man, but he figured it would be better than just letting him be miserable the entire trip. The darfellan helped Ront up after a while, trying to see how well the pill had worked on the orc man. The sound for food came and Rikki seemed rather pleased, "Come on, Ront. You might actually be hungry by the time we find our way around this ship."

He helped the orc around until the pill took complete effect. The half-orc would now find the ship felt exactly like land, even as it bobbed and waved a little. With the movements nullified from provoking the stomach churning feelings of illness on the orc he should be able to find the rest of his time completely enjoyable on the boat. Or, at least not disdainfully miserable.

At the place where lunch was being served Rikki found Olgar and gave him a little squeeze around his large arm. "I hope you are done with business. I gave Ront something to make him feel better. I bought them before I came on this trip just in case. The things are also pretty useful in case you are walking a tightrope or anything like that. Is everything going well?"

With little fanfare about the meal, Rikki would dive into the shark however it was prepared, unless it involved the meats his stomach found very hard to digest, in which case he would pick around them. The water and environment surrounding them just allowed for him to feel very at home in a way he hadn't felt since he was eight. Subconsciously, Rikki was actually rather relaxed and subdued, something rarely felt on such harrowing and fun adventures such as this.
 
Ront was curled up under the thick blanket he found in his salt-smelling cabin. The blanket felt moist which the orcling really couldn't take as it stuck to his bare skin. The waves rocked the boat gently, but they seemed amplified by the darkness under his covers. Groaning seemed to be the only thing comforting his ill gut. Until Ront spooked him as he spoke.

The orc poked his head out from under the damp cover, looking a bit pale. After a weak cough, he nodded at Rikki, laying back down on the bed. "Yes... sadly..." he said weakly. The fighter sure didn't look pleased to be on the boat.

Ront poked his head back out from under his shelter and looked at what was in Rikki's hand. For a moment, he wished it was something to knock him out for the duration of the trip, but he knew that was highly unlikely. And for another moment, he pondered if the bard was planning to poison him. He laughed a little, know that was silly. As he opened his mouth, the spit seemed way too dry. Swallowing the sweet pill was a little difficult, but with the explination behind it, Ront was glad the bard had paid him a visit.

They sat there for a little while and then Ront noticed the rocking of the boat seemed to fade away slowly. With Rikki there, the trip down to the mess hall would be a little easier. After a bit of stumbling, they found their way to slightly croweded seats with the smells of heavily spiced shark floating around the sweaty deck hands.

After plopping down in an arrangement of bolted down benches where Olgar had taken up a bit of room, Ront sat down and laid his head on the table for a while. Olgar raised an eyebrow towards him then looked at Rikki. He nodded in understanding after the bard explained. "Some business was finished up, but thanks for helping Ront out." he said ruffing the cropped black hair on the orc's head. Ront issued a groan before looking up at Olgar with a less pale face. "I'm not better yet, but it feels like I will soon enough." he had forced out over the din of the semi-rowdy crew.

While eating lunch, Olgar told Rikki about the few days it would take to get to the dreaded island and some of it's dangers. Belilah had eventually showed up and helped Ront with some food. She had seemed to be wearing her curly brown hair down more often these days. Talingo was missing, more or less, just abscent. Taevillis was chatting up some of the deck hands with a large smile on her face with a rather tacky, but revealing outfit on. Did... did she have make-up on? Olgar's back was to all of this and it was a little difficult seeing her amidst the crowd making bawdy and lustful remarks and gestures to her. And Daggit was no where to be seen... still.

After lunch was finished up, Olgar walked with Rikki back towards their room, Ront close behind them. Ront was feeling better, but he still felt a little dizzy. The ogre helped Ront into his cabin and shut the haggard curtain, leaving the shark-stuffed fighter to sleep a while.

The ogre lead Rikki back to their room to speak of much more important things. With the door shut, he sat down in the regularly sized chair provided and motioned for Rikki to sit on the bed. With the bard lounging on the bed happily, Olgar smiled. "Rikki, I really want to thank you for helping the poor kid. He's never been on open water before." he said opening up a scroll case, laying out a few pieces of parchment. "I have a favor to ask." he said handing the small stack over to the bard, "Talingo couldn't read these and Valis, the ship's evening navigator, won't be available for a few hours. Could you look over these and try to divine some words out of it all? They're loaned to me from the ship's captian for the duration of our trip. They're suposed to be about the shard fragments we're chasing around." he said with a hopeful smile.

Olgar placed his thick leg across his lap and watched Rikki take the papers from his hand. "If you need me to leave you for a while, I can. I have a few other arrangements to make before we hit our.. dreaded stop." he said with a little less enthusiasm. Patiently, Olgar watched Rikki and hoped he wasn't imposing this request upon him.
 
Rikki would completely miss out on Taevillis acting like a disgusting, cheap whore. He was already too happy about more seafood. He could complain about the company that this party gave him all he wanted, but the food had been rather top notch so far. He dug into his shark with a great gusto, not really noticing that Ront wasn't feeling all that much better yet. Still, it was better than just sitting under his covers and moaning for days on end.

The walk back to the rooms was pretty easy for Rikki now with his new boots, which Rikki did love so much. Especially since they had come from his new love. As Ront was placed back to sleep off everything Rikki had an idea that they were going to get up to a good amount of mischief. The scrolls that were produced didn't seem to be what he had been thinking of though.

"No, no, I can most likely do this. It is no problem. I will be honest and tell you I figured we were going to be doing more naughty things. Yet, I haven't deciphered anything like this in a while. You, come here. Rub my shoulders while I do this. It'll help the process." His lie was an innocent one, but damned if he was going to be in a room with Olgar and NOT be touched by the man. Even if the only thing he had to go by was a bit of back rubbing.

His eyes darted across the page as he thought, his talent for linguistics scanning all the languages he knew how to read. The language was in some sort of cryptographic format and he sighed as he reached for a scrap piece of paper and a quill, his hands moving quickly as he looked at the symbols and got them to work in some type of translated manner. It was tough, and even he didn't know if he got it all the way correct.

"Olgar, be a darling and go get me some tea made? I have the type I want in that pack. Just get the water to exactly one hundred and seventy five degrees. If you need help, ask Talingo or someone, okay?" He gave his sharp toothed grin as he watched Olgar leave. With the steps leaving he turned to the item and glared, waiting until he heard no footsteps. "I HOPE YOU BURN IN THE FETID WATERS OF STYX YOU MISERABLE CRYPTIC!" The language was elven and he was not having a very good time with this.

His head hurt even as his body felt more relaxed thanks to the ogre rubbing. His quill went back to work as he got another sheet of paper and got everything. He flopped to the side of the bed and glanced at the sheet of paper and then saw something. Something that made his eyes twitch. The paper had looked like some horrid amalgamation of Infernal and Celestial from the way he had had it, yet from the side it looked like some type of Abyssal scrawl. He took the paper and then turned it every which way, his eyes narrowing. "Clever. If not frustrating."

When Olgar had returned Rikki had three pages of material. Each one wasn't terribly long, but had the translation from those languages from the sides. Each one was part of one page, and he was onto the second one. "You said you had some of the other shards, correct? I am looking for information on the one that has something to do with water. Each one seems to deal with the separate shards, and the dialect is so old and outdated. This Abyssal is from before the Tanar'ri rebellion when the Obyrith lords still reigned the fecund layers there. Not to say the dialect doesn't shift enough in that layer, but anyway. It is old."

He took his tea and motioned for Olgar to come closer and he stole a kiss from between those tusks. "You did well, go finish your business, I will have this finished by the time you get back, I warrant. At that time I will want some snuggling against a hairy man before I head to sleep."

His head ached from this work, which seemed to fight him at every turn. Which the Abyssal writing might be doing. In the end he found out the shard he was working on had been a gift to a great human society. The only way he knew it related to this one was his own knowledge that the society was swallowed by the waves over seven millennia ago. It was a popular folk tale. There was a small island near where the great continent had been before the sinking, which would most likely be their starting point.

He placed his translations down and rubbed his head. They were so outdated it hurt, and he didn't much feel like placing them in the modern times anymore. His ink well was empty and his head ached and his teacup was empty. All in all he was rather tired from this, but he was pleased with his work. The translations were laid out for Olgar, with all the antiquated terms given modern meanings later down in the pages. He might have gotten a few wrong, but the majority of it was good.
 
Olgar was excited that Rikki would help him with these scrolls. While Talingo was a trained scholar, he just didn't seem to have the knack for language that his beloved bard did. In compliance and joy, the ogre came to rest behind Rikki, taking care to restrain the powerful fingers from snapping his beautiful body as he rubbed deep into the bardic tissue.

The ogre peered occasionally over Rikki's shoulders to see exactly what he was doing, but everything he was writing was way out of his scope of understanding. Content with touching the smooth black skin, he periodically kissed Rikki's shoulder or spine as he scrawled things in an foreign tongue.

Olgar was more than happy to assist Rikki. The tea request allowed Olgar to prove a bit of ability to follow his lover's precise instructions. A test of 'might', if you will. The ogre happily dug out the packaging of tea that the bard spoke of and gladly headed down the hall to have his wizard show him how to do this right. Olgar knew how to make tea, but wasn't sure what all this degree stuff was.

It took a bit of education from Talingo, but eventually, the pair had created Rikki's tea to his specifications. Olgar had just hoped that the care and attention to detail would be noticed. Returning back to their room with a much too small cup for the ogre paws (and how comically it looked amongst his claws), he saw some of the translated works and was impressed.

Then he was lost. The hybrid lesson of history and linguistics completely confused Olgar. "Uuuhh. Yes, we do have some of the shards. Talingo has information concerning the water shard. I can get that for you when you need it." he said as he was called closer. Savoring the weary kiss, Olgar made sure to rub Rikki's head slowly with his large ogrish paw in an affectionate manner. "Yes, sir." he said in a mock-salute.

The ogre enjoyed the forwardness of his bard. He really dwelled on how 'demanding' Rikki was. He liked his new partner more with each passing day, it seemed. With a nod and a wide smile, Olgar let Rikki to finish up the difficult work. The ogre made sure to have Talingo slip in the scrolls that contained the water shard's information to assit the bard in any way. Talingo wasn't pleased that he couldn't do this work on his own, but was rather impressed with Rikki's knack for language. He chalked it up to his planar travels, where time flowed in drastically different times. With envy and amzement, the wizard fed the scrolls carefully under the small space between the floor and the door, returning to attend the busniess of formulating a series of new summoning spells he'd been inspired to create.

A good while later, Olgar returned with still warm shark stew and a full loaf of rosemary garlic bread. With a smile on his face, he carefully opened the door to see a relined bard, amongst several pieces of parchment. Excited, he wanted to see if any of it made any sense to him, but knew it would be best reviewd by Valis, Talingo, and Dex. He felt blessed by unseen gods to have been given such a phenomenal lover who so happened to be a linguistics master AND a rather powerful weaver of all schools of magic. Olgar felt very humbled by this thought. To think, someone so gifted as Rikki felt such strong admirations and love towards a simple mountain-mutt ogre.

"I made sure to get here as quickly as possible. I didn't want you to miss out on dinner. It was rather terrible cold, as I;ve been told." he said setting the large bowl down on the desk and the wrapped loaf of bread next to it. Olgar sat down next to Rikki on the bed and put a large arm around him. "You know... I don't even think the old blood sucker has a grasp on language like you." he complimented the bard. Rubbing on Rikki's back once again, he was happy to see that Rikki's reputation from their guildmaster was rather understated.

The ogre took a few moments to place the cryptic parchments in order with the translations and set them aside in a patchment case. Laying out on the bed, he waited and watched Rikki nourish himself with the delicious stew that the Feisty Flea's resident troublemaking halfling cook, Conner, had created from lunch's leftovers. With dinner out of the way, the ogre reclined a bit more on the bed, opening his airy blue shirt open to reveal his fuzzy chest.

"When ever you're ready for bed, I'm waiting." he said taking his heavy new boots off, letting them fall to the wooden floor. Propping himself up with a few pillows, he casually opened his arm out for Rikki to curl inside of the warm ogrey nest of muscle and fur. Olgar, wore a pleasant smile while he tried to push the urgentness of the work the bard had completed out of his mind. This time was theirs, not their employer's.
 
Rikki was disturbed by Olgar coming into the room with food. He placed the work away, or tried to before the boss took it from him and organized it. He went to the food, happily devouring more shark soup as he listened to Olgar. "Thank you dear, but I am not sure exactly how my translations went. I am good with languages, but I am no cipher. This was an odd one, the way it was written. The handwriting was the key, as were the alphabets. It is just odd. I am not sure, unless you were the writer or an expert writer, that you could copy this. I just hope I got it down well enough."

His hands worked the soup with the bread, ending it very quickly as he placed the plate away. "Thank you for helping me out, too. The tea was very good. The back rubs were nice, as was the attention. I couldn't have done this while keeping a good attitude going. You were a big help." He moved closer, his body seemingly sliding out of his clothes as he moved to where the open chest lie. His naked skin touched the warm ogre and he gave a shudder, his hands rubbing the exposed skin.

The darfellan gave a small coo as he felt the warmth of Olgar and rested his head on the chest, his lips curling up into a smile, "You are just so nice to cuddle up to, boss. I think this had to be one of my best missions ever. I have never met a man like you before. It just feels...right." He didn't know what more to say, so he said nothing. The warm arms over his body let him feel safe and the breathing of Olgar allowed him to feel rather secure in the fact no one was trying to hurt the man that meant so much to him.

Sleep came so quickly he barely knew what had hit him. He was woken up the next morning with his face in the crook of Olgar's neck and his body thumping with energy. He felt an ogre hand on his bare bottom under the covers and gave a small grin, tightening his butt and feeling the hand give a near instinctual squeeze to it. He moved and kissed Olgar, running a finger along one of those glorious tusks. He saw the man stir a little and reached down, moving the hand on his butt to his dying morning erection and gave a low chuckle, "If everything goes well, tonight I'll make sure you get to play with this. Right now I am going for a swim."

He pulled on his skimpy swimming outfit that hugged his penis so tightly it might as well have been Olgar's hand, grabbed a stack of other clothes and his boots, and walked out of the room, looking forward to a little morning swim. He knew Olgar wasn't a morning person, so he didn't know if he would remember the teasing he got from Rikki or think it was some type of erotic dream. Either way he did enjoy his little jests. The boss was just too fun to trick that way.

At the end of the boat he tied a rope to one end and threw it overboard before jumping off the ship and swimming. It was easy to keep up with the ship in the water as he moved and dove amongst the waves. One of these days he would have to have sex with Olgar in the water. He had never made love to a landwalker in the waves before, it would almost be a right of passage for him, and it would cinch how much he actually felt about the ogre.

After an hour of swimming the darfellan was back on the top of the ship and drying off, which took the majority of five minutes. Afterward he placed on his outfit and lovely landwalker boots and went about the ship. At the mess hall he eagerly awaited whatever that delightful cook would have for them. After that he had prepared his mind to go and try and get more information from the current data his group had on the water shard. It would be better to go in knowledgeable than not.
 
Olgar was pleased with his lover. He smiled and let the man eat dinner. The ogre had stuffed his down rather fast to make sure it arrived still warm to the advice of others familiar with this meal. With Rikki quickly taking in his meal, he was eager to cuddle the man.

With sleek skin pressing against his, her smiled and kissed Rikki's forehead. "So far, this has been a rather enjoyable mission, as well." he said softly as the bard quickly drifted off into a restful slumber. Olgar watched him sleep for a litle whie with the noise of the ocean lapping against the wooden hull and the candle burning burning dimly across the room. The faint flickers of candle light on Rikki's black curves was a bit hypnotizing. Slowly, he was lulled off to sleep vision various acts of passion with Rikki in very strange and unrealistic locations.

The bard moved about in the bed and he was comforted by the supple fleshy buttock that was in his hand. The gentle flexing left him groping at the muscle a bit with a faint smile on his face and a soft purring noise rumbling in his chest somewhere. The ogre woke a little when Rikki spoke to him and smiled up as him as he changed into his swimming skivies. He watched the man depart and went back to his enjoyable slumbering. The noonday sun finally crept into position which roused the hibernating ogre.

The chow bell rung and the crew shuffled in for some fish fillets and dark bread. Olgar had made his way to enjoy his late start. To him, that had ment great sailing and a smooth morning had passed. Olgar sat with Rikki who looked quite relaxed. The water seemed to let his lover take a break from the stresses that landwalking must have caused him. The ogre was glad he was able to see the darfellen in such a perpetual state of being care free.

Rikki had mentioned about mission information and directed him to speak with Talingo on the tangible information their band of thieves had, but if he wanted lore and other oral information, he'd have to go speak with Valis come dusk. The ship's vampire was head of evening security, but had been around for some time and seemed to be a walking library. A walking undead library. With that, Olgar pleasantly finished up his lunch and excused himself to speak with Jasper once more about some navigational discrepancies.

Talingo would be found in his room, pouring over alchemy books and seemingly endless small trunks of herbs, powders, vials, minerals, and things that couldn't be exactly described. With his small magical brewing fires lit on his desk, he addressed the bard as he entered hsi domain. "Sorry about the mess. Busy with so many things. How can I be of help?" the four-armed wizard said all too genuinely chipper. The light-blue skinned man before Rikki looked like he was glowing a bit and to Rikki's life experiences, it was all to obvious to him. Someone had fancied the uptight bookworm for an evening.

"Ah, the shards. Yes, here..." he said leaning under the room's desk to pull a thin bound book from a backpack. "This is the series of notes I've been taking on the shards. You'll find what I've discovered about them in there, but I can't say everything is 100% accurate. Some of the languages I've had to deal with were over my head and trying to convince demons to read something to you is... well, rather a difficult task." he said over his half-moon glasses.
 
Rikki found the idea that someone had fancied Talingo almost...disturbing. The man resonated with something Rikki couldn't place, and he was generally all for having relationships with people with multiple limbs. Still, different things for different people. He checked over the notes and nodded, "I see. I understand about abyssal. I have to truck with demons to learn that language, just because it updates so frequently. Infernal, well, that's been the same for many, many years. True, Abyssal and Infernal are pretty much the same general thing, but Infernal is just so inflexible it takes centuries to add in new lingo. Abyssal sometimes just switches verbs to nouns or some such nonsense for, as best I can tell, fun."

He looked over the notes and nodded, "This will work. I'll see if I can't tidy them up a bit. Just to get some information." He took the notes back to his room and started going over them. He quickly placed aside the notes that he didn't need, mainly on the shards the group had already gotten. His eying of the water shard quickly led him to tie in some local legends he knew about the old island that it had rested upon before.

With an extra piece of scrap paper he started writing down ideas on what he had and compiling notes. Not all the legends could be one hundred percent accurate, so he started marking off the most obviously fictional accounts that he could find. Soon, he had gotten that the shard was located in the dead center of the palace, most likely with a whole lot of lost treasures. That is, if everything hadn't been looted yet. Which, could mean one of several things. Perhaps there was some big, bad guardian creature keeping everything locked up. A water dragon could have moved in and made the treasure room the start of it's horde, which meant different things depending on the dragon. There could be some super cult which has offerings to their God(s)(ess(es)) or something of that nature. There could also be a conglomeration of supernatural beings like at Maure castle. It was rather mind boggling, but he scribbled down the majority of his ideas, with the two simple, good guesses being "No one noticed the shard in the looting," and "People just forgot about it."

He stretched and looked at the time, realizing he had not gotten up to go get food when the bell had called. He got up and headed for the mess hall, intent to get at least some remains. He sauntered around the deck and managed to get into the mess hall and grabbed the remains of some food. He ate quietly, feeling better as he munched on the fish. He still loved how much seafood he was getting with this group, and it made him feel rather at home in a way.

As he ate he realized he wanted some company so he sent off a tiny little faerie version of himself, which was a complete illusion, to find Olgar. The item would present itself on Olgar's shoulder and give him the message of "I would love your company, love. Please join me in the mess hall if you are not busy."

Rikki would stay put, hoping to be joined by his large and handsome beau. Yet, he understood if Olgar was too busy with work or other items. He did not wish to make the geas act up on his talented boss. The mere idea of Olgar under the geas made Rikki uncomfortable, and he would see the spell reversed by the time this was over. Or, at least, cause as much trouble for the caster as had been caused for Olgar.

He finished up his meal and got himself a cup of tea, heating up the water to his preferred temperature. With the tea and a small book on the history of maritime civilizations, Rikki waited patiently for his ogre lover, deciding to give him two chapters before he would go back to their room.
 
Talingo nodded and agreed with the bard. "Yes, that is why a lot of my spells are based on Infernal and Draconic. They are tried and true; hardly to they ever waiver in meaning. Abyssal changes nearly completely ever hundred years or so. That's far too much for anything really grand or special to come out of it." he said pouring some carefully measured yellow powder into one of the glass bottles over the smallest magical flame. With a hiss and a display of orange foam, Talingo added a few drops of a clear liquid and the whole of the heated bottle died almost instantly to a subtle pale pink.

"Do what you must with those notes. I know I didn't do an excellent job at transposing, but I figure with your knowledge, it shouldn't trouble you much." he genuinely complimented Rikki. He looked up from the pink potion, corking it with his smaller hands to smile at the bard and adjust his glassed with his larger hands. "If I can be of any further use, you'll know where to find me for the duration of our travels aboard this vessel." the wizard spoke with a slight bow towards the end. With a polite nod, he went back to the book he had been thumbing through and arranged a new set of ingredients before him to carefully measure out.

Olgar had come to dinner after long discussions and preperations for the dreaded stop to the small island ahead of them. It was only another day's worth of good winds before they would scavange the island as payment aboard the ship. It was common to have ships crash and leave their cargo to never have a soul search for them. The ogre really didn't want to think about the dragons and ghost that loomed that place. He'd been a few times and hoped to never see it again, but this geas was providing to be a curse more than a mean-spirited spell.

Finding himself only in the company of Ront and Belilah, he was rather quiet about anything besides preparing them. Ront had been lucky to have missed the last trip to this island, so his first time here would be met with caution. Olgar didn't so much worry about Rikki's ventures there seeing as he was a much more capable fighter than himself. And think of Rikki made him realize his face was missing from dinner. A part of him wanted to search him out, but realized he must be missing a seafood dinner for some important work. The ogre smiled at the thought of it and asked Conner to reserve a good portion for the bard. The halfling eventually complied with his request, but not after some haggling over some precious stones that Olgar coughed up reluctantly. He knew he'd have Belilah aquire them back in one way or another, but it was a pain to have to act a lot when it wasn't your fort.

Olgar went back to speak with Jasper after dinner about any changes in the weather and navigation. Dex and Jasper were seated at the captian's table while the ship's loremaster Valis poured over some maps. Olgar had inquired about any changes and Valis had explained about some of the creatures on the island could feel their approach, so some of the ship's crew would be required for this refilling stop. The ogre looked a little uneasy about such an announcement, but had expected something far worse seeing as Valis had delivered the information. It was then a small familiar darfellan fey hovered about his shoulder, presenting it's messege. The three in the room gave Olgar a bit of a curious look with Dex being the only one to immediately figure the beast out. The ogre gave a straight face and excused himself from the room and mentioned he'd meet with them one final time before landfall tomorrow mid-morning.

Olgar shut the heavy door behind him and shook his head. He had known the crew of the Fiesty Flea long before the ship had been built and not a soul had know anything terrible personal about him. Olgar wasn't sure how the other's felt about boundless love, but if any, Dex was the most understanding. The ogre had hoped that these old and knowledged associates wouldn't look upon him being any different. He would just have to prove he wasn't if anything strange arose.

Finding Rikki in the mess hall alone, he smiled and joined him. The bard was enjoying some fragrant tea and the potion of dinner he had asked Conner to set aside. Glad to know that Conner was at least honest about the arrangement, he may have to change his mind about getting those gems back. With various notes and books before him, the ogre knew that Rikki had been busy.

"I hope all of this hasn't been too troubling." he said motioning towards the papers. "Did Talingo help you out?" he inquired. Olgar wanted to know if his arrangement with one of the crew members had worked out for this mission. He knew the wizard needed some spurring on to be more helpful, so a few silver coins for the cause seemed worth it. He smiled and glanced at some of the notes Rikki had written. Understand some of it, he was glad something had come out of all this language confusion. It would be excellent to have Valis pour over these translations to cross reference his knowledge to get some advice.

"Tomorrow is going to be a bit dangerous, so if you need to write up some scrolls or need some potions, make sure you get with whomever and get prepared. We'll be spending most of the daylight hours digging through some shipwrecks, but the worst part of it all will be delving into the jungle." he said with a less enthusiastic tone. "We'll have a meeting with nearly everyone come morning to get final instructions..." he spoke softly.

The setting sun seemed to accent Rikki's hair through the small port holes. It had seemed that the ship was alinged just so. The soft red orange played gently with the delicate purple along the shining edges of the bard's well kept hair. It was rather radiating in an accidental way. With a warm face and gentle expression, the ogre admired Rikki's features that seemed to amplify the natrual radience being beamed across his skull.
 
"Hey, the translations were decent. It was getting the details of the stories I knew and read straight that was the terrible part. I wrote out the obvious inconsistencies, which should help us out. I also wrote a few tactical ideas just in case we happen to come across those scenarios. The last two scenarios aren't very likely, but they might happen if we are lucky. But when are we ever THAT lucky, eh?"

He noticed the ogre giving him some interesting looks and stood up, grabbing a large ogre paw as he led him away from the table, giving the notes to Ront on their way so Ront could hand them to Velis. He decided that he was going to give Olgar a good reason to look at him that way. And he might as well show off the few things he got for them at the city to perhaps spice up the sex in the bedroom.

He pulled the door shut behind them and looked around, grabbing a bag before pulling out his reusable housing scroll. He cast it and led Olgar inside, being just teasing enough to hopefully hold his interest without blatant sexuality. He found the room he was looking for, but any of them would have done. With what was on their mind the room would have shaped up for their illicit workings anyway.

He opened a door onto a room full of interesting decorations and a nice, well lit atmosphere. The bed was gigantic and would support them and anything they might be wanting to try. Rikki brought Olgar in and reached into his bag, pulling out a vial of brackish looking liquid. "Dear, at the city I bought a few items to try and...well...invigorate our sexual lives. Not that it is boring, but I am rather...curious. I am holding a potion of reduce person. I figured we might want to try some things with you as a smaller individual. If you would like. I also got a potion of enlarge person for myself. In case you wished to be taken by a man your size?"

He watched and gave a small squeal of glee when Olgar drank it, and then held the ogre male as he began to shrink. Rikki admired his form as he did this, his eyes taking in the shrinking of his lover. He was a bit surprised when Olgar ended up being four foot nine inches tall, and felt like a mighty he-man while holding him. "You are still beautiful, Olgar. Now, here."

The darfellan removed his lover's shrunken shirt and teased his chest, easily pulling him around and toying with him. He held both of Olgar's hands above his head with only one of his own, eagerly playing with the reversed power structure. Yet he felt that Olgar was still massively muscled even in this form. Rikki felt his pants grow uncomfortably tight at that revelation, his body quivering slightly as he placed his now large mouth over a small, pert nipple.

The playing went on for a while before Rikki gave a small little mischievous glance, "I have another treat for you." He stood and pulled out a small bit of clay that he tossed to the ground while speaking out a little limerick. The clay shot up as a copy of Rikki, only naked. The copy opened it's eyes and grinned at the ogre. "I hope this isn't too much, but I do enjoy using some of my more conventional spells for...personal use. Besides, I really want to enjoy this form."

Both orca boys grabbed Olgar's pants and peeled them off, shocked at the fact an eight plus inch cock was staring them directly in the face. "Well, you still have to out do me, don't you Olgar? That's okay though." The two orca boys took turns licking and sucking at their paramour's erection, each one coming up to kiss and share the flavor with Olgar.

"Now, Olgar, come here and explore us. I bet you have never been with a guy your size before, even if right now you are more my size." The two men had painfully obvious erections in their mimicked pants, and seemed to be very enticing. The fake Rikki felt just a tad too rubbery, which would be easily overlooked in anyone else most likely. Yet he was still very nice.

It was, indeed, a treat for their big, strong love.
 
Olgar was led off back towards their room. The ogre hadn't really desired an intimate evening with Rikki, but it seemed that it would be much better than the snoozing he had in mind. Especially seeing how the bard just looked unusually attractive this evening. Ront was suprised by the strange departure, but the halfling sorted it out and took back the orcling's focus to let the lovebirds go frolick.

The ogre was a little suprised when Rikki conjured the mystical hotel. The looks and the gentle touches were rather alluring and he enjoyed the playful teasing he received. They seemed to have wandered a bit through the place until Rikki came to a halt, opening what seemed to be a rather specific door.

The light floral smell from inside the room was refreshing compared to the constant smell of salty water and dead fish that seemed to penetrate the whole of the ship. The tapestry on the wall displayed an old style of art of elven nude wrestlers in a rather detailed forest of some sort and the various flowers about the room looked nearly alien. Olgar found the room to be most different from the one he had stayed in previously.

Olgar's attention was drawn back to Rikki as he spoke, holding two vials of liquid in his hands. The thoughts Rikki had put into his head were odd thoughts. Ones he'd never really, well, thought about in all honesty. He never really bedded anyone his own stature, much less have anyone much large than himself. That was a more interesting idea. With his choice, he took the brackishly colored liquid and down the muddy tasting concoction. Placing the stopper back on the vial, he kissed Rikki upon his soft lips.

It wasn't much longer from that gentle kiss before Olgar could feel a tingly sensation in the whole of his body. It was close to an achey feeling, like that of an incoming storm front, but not quite. Rikki held him tight as he felt his body slowly reform into something much smaller. Watching the bard grow a little bit bigger with each passing second, Olgar wondered how small he was going to get. He laughed a little when he ended up just a bit shy of 5 feet. With a slight worried look on his face, he looked to Rikki for some sort of comfort.

"And you're-" he paused at the sudden sound of his voice. It wasn't that it was shocklingly different, but rather a different and higher pitched voice comapred to his usual chest rumbling baratone voice. "And you're quite a bit more intimidating..." he said with a playful smile on his face. Unsure of what was to happen, he watched Rikki continue on with his evening of events.

Olgar enjoyed how big and somewhat domineering Rikki seemed to be with him being so small. He almost wanted to play a much more helpless role at this height. Both of his hands were lightly restrained above his head after his shirt had been plucked from his body. The rather large mouth on his pectoral muscle was a bit of a shock as nothing large enough had been capable of doing so. With a tenor-toned moan, Olgar let Rikki do what he pleased. This was a rather seducing first for the beast.

The power play paused for a moment while the bard persued another bedroom oddity. The wad of clay formed into a nearly accurate version of Rikki, devoid of clothing. Olgar noticed quickly that it wasn't exactly like the bard because the sheen and luster that seemed to radiate from him just didn't flow from this magical imposter. "It's quite alright. I would expect using spells in the same fashion over and over again would reduce the desire to use them." he said in his lighter tone.

Olgar wasn't expecting to be naked so soon, but when the pair removed his rather uncomfortable pants, he was just as shocked as the bards. Olgar smiled and let a quick and one huff laugh escape his mouth before the pair began to devour his cock. The ogre was extremely suprised as to how hot and sensual they both felt. While the dopple-Rikki could perform and tease just as well as the real one, he just didn't feel it was genuine, so it was rather easy to enjoy the flesh and blooded bard much more.

For the first time in Olgar's life, it seemed rather difficult to just enjoy the moment. All of this was new and required proper evaluation, but there were two incredibly aroused darfellens looking just as lusty as each other. With a thought, he moved both bards close together. Kneeling between them, Olgar began to stroke one Rikki while sucking on the seemingly much larger cock on the other. This kept the ogre rather interested in the fact that he'd never had such a large member in his maw before. He found it rather difficult to have such a thing taking up so much space in his own mouth.

Then came a greater appreciate for the bard. Knowing how big he really was made it seem all the more special that Rikki would go the length of oraly pleasing him to such depths. How difficult would it be if he had to try and ingest something of such a scale? With a happy groan, he switched off to the other Rikki and stroked the spit-covered cock with his hand. This was a strange feeling for Olgar, but one he wouldn't minde revisiting.
 
Both Rikkis would give nice moans as they were touched. The true Rikki felt every touch and sensation the fetch Rikki felt, which was a little gift he had worked into his fetch. It was not always the case, because feeling the pain a fetch felt if he used one as a decoy was a waste, but when he used them like this it was a true sensory delight.

He left his fetch to be fellated, his own manhood throbbing with the shared feeling of an ogre's mouth upon a big, thick penis. He propped Olgar up on his hands and knees and kissed his right buttock softly, moving to the left one as he began to lick and tease. His hands spread the butt before him and he gave it a ginger lick before going down to probe the tight ring of muscle possessed by his shrunken ogre. He had no idea how it was done, but Rikki gave Olgar kudos for however he stayed clean upon this ship.

Rikki, and his fetch, tasted slightly of salt from swimming in the sea. The fetch eagerly took Olgar's face and lifted him up off his cock, which did TASTE exactly like real Rikki even if it did not taste like him. "You are just lovely. Here, let me shift around." The fetch moved so that he was lying on his back with his rod in Olgar's face and had his own face squarely planted in front of his lover's piece. The fetch opened his mouth and allowed the thick, musky implement pass his lips and rest on his tongue. Even with Olgar being smaller he still had a pretty big penis, which Rikki had no qualms with. Sure, he was scared at first, but he had spells to accommodate the hulking erection his partner swung about like a great club. Now, though, it still seemed to fill his mouth up but allowed him to breathe and not need his impressive lung capacity to bob up and down upon.

The real Rikki was having a lot of fun. The taste of Olgar's penis was on his tongue thanks to his frisky fetch and his tongue was also deep inside his small paramour. He slowly removed his tongue and gave the puckering entrance one last kiss before sliding a finger inside and giving a small moan. Olgar felt much tighter than usual, and he was also getting aroused at the idea of Olgar being filled up more than he usually was. It was an impressive thought and Rikki just couldn't believe how aroused he got at the idea of causing Olgar to experience his first humanoid "large cock."

"Love, would you mind prepping my fetch for your lovely piece? I'd like to have you in the middle of us tonight." He added another finger into Olgar and gave a small, odd whale sounding noise of pleasure at the miniature half-ogre's response. The real Rikki moved lower, occupying his mouth now with Olgar's mighty set of pearls as he coaxed his partner on to prepare his fetch for an imminent penetration.

Rikki closed his eyes joyfully as he felt the ogre working on his fetch's ass. The feeling of his prostate being worked against while stimulating the ogre as he was was just thrilling. It was a lot of luck and sexual prowess that kept both Rikki's from bursting right then and there for their partner. It wouldn't do to have two spent, tired orca boys with one small, horny half-ogre left unsatisfied. Rikki would have that for anything.

"Olgar, when you are ready, let me know. I want this to be great for you. I know it is for me." Rikki blushed as he said the last bit, not remembering the last time sex had actually MEANT more than just getting some quick pleasure. His hand had three fingers rubbing against the ogre's prostate while the fetch eagerly and with all of Rikki's skill suckled on the large hunk of sensual ogre flesh in between his lips.

Rikki felt the overwhelming urge to kiss Olgar once more, especially since he had such cute, adorable little tusks right now. He withheld the urge though, keeping up his and his fetch's work on his ogre lover, waiting for those special, lusty words for when he would start making love to his mate.
 
Olgar was sure to switch between the two darfellens after a few minutes attention apiece, stroking the opposite exposed cock while stuffing his face with the other's creamy cock. One Rikki move the pair about to better entertain the ogre's tail end. Olgar could feel the bard teasing his cheeks and enjoyed the sensation. He had hoped Rikki appreciated the great length he went to ensure his private regions were kept clean and readily enjoyable.

Olgar looked a little suprised when the rubber Rikki removed his mouth from the pearly dick. He nodded and assisted in the movements that put the imposter beneath him. The ogre's toes curled a little as the fake put his mouth around his slightly pulsing member. He let out a throaty groan as he re-took the imposter Rikki's cock back into his own mouth. The range of sensations were fairly pleasing, with Olgar enjoying each new one as they came.

The ogre felt Rikki begin the sensual process of readying his tal for the parade of rectal pleasure that woudl soon ensue. The finger slid in with just a touch of force as the ogre had been slightly taken off guard. He had been putting quite an effort into servicing the larger than normal cock to make sure he had provided an adequate level of appreciation. Nodding at Rikki's request, Olgar lifted the fake's leg a bit and sucked briefly on his dazzling pearls. Below, was the pleasantly light puckered flesh of imposter Rikki's delicate entrance. With his shrunken broad tongue, he lapped at the hole with a smile, knowing they'd enjoy the hot wet probe.

Olgar kissed and tongued that sweet hole for some time before he began his own process of opening the bard. With his smaller stature, a single finger was lacking. He gently added the second, meeting some resistance and a soft muffled noise of enjoyment from both of the darfellens. The ogre grinned with the reaction that both seemed to given simultantiously and worked both fingers playfully. In short order, Olgar pressed forward with the third, enjoying the duality of the whale croons coming from about him. Licking around his three fingers in the bard's anal entrance, he paused to address them both.

"Take me, Rikki'Tu-uket." he said with a calm and sweet tone. Taking the fake's balls into his mouth, he gently folding his fingers upon each other, squeezing his fourth finger into the warm sleek tail of his lover. The ring of muscle spasmed on his knuckles as he began the delicate fisting he initiated. Olgar groaned as the imposter fellated him with the same skill his dear bard had spawned into him.
 
Rikki gave a deep, happy murmur as he felt the fingers deep inside him. This might be just a bit more worthwhile than having his fetch ride his lovely ogre man. As he heard his name being spoken he gave a slight grin and rubbed up and down Olgar's sides. "Okay darling, if you insist."

He grabbed the small ogre and flipped him over, giving a slight groan as he felt the fingers removed from his fetch's rear. The real Rikki gave a nice, big grin and pushed himself into Olgar, slowly and surely, wanting to give Olgar a real stretching and the sensation of a big male entering him. Plus, he knew Olgar had never had anyone his size, much less bigger than he was. Rikki did feel much bigger than the ogre, especially as his over six foot stature eclipsed the four foot stature of his shrunken mate.

The fetch roamed over and gave Olgar a small kiss on the chest before gathering up over the ogre and offering himself back up to the man. Rikki gave a nod and a rather lusty look and clenched when Olgar's fist entered his fetch. "I...I feel what my fetch feels. I think you figured that out though." The fetch felt exactly like Rikki would inside, luckily enough for Olgar, and was more than happy to experience what was going on to his backside.

Rikki moved and claimed his kiss from the small, adorably tusks of the ogre he was penetrating before he began gathering his rhythm. Rikki found it somewhat difficult to keep everything in check as he felt the heat of his lover and the lovely tightness and stimulating fisting. He cast a small, meaningless spell that would allow himself to go on longer, one which shunted the majority of the sensations to the fetch for a second.

The fetch Rikki gave a loud cry and bucked a little, forcing himself deeper onto the fist before releasing his load onto the bed the men were on. Rikki gave a sharp cry, having felt the pleasure of the release, yet kept himself from finishing too early. "You are not making this easy on me, love."
 
Olgar wasn't accustomed to someone so easily moving him about, but it was exciting to have Rikki just casually move him about. With his shrunken legs, he peered up at a seemingly glowing Rikki smiling and rubbing his rather large cock abainst his tail end. With just a bit a pressure from the bard, Olgar found the thick white dick rather filling. On more than one occasion, he grabbed at the bed sheets to steady himself. The ogre's toes curled about as Rikki finally met his buttocks with his sleek hips. Olgar looked up at Rikki with electrified eyes and an expression mixed of suspense and lust. The little ogre seemed frozen in the moment, too enthralled to move.

When the imposter moved to intercept the sexy staring contest, Olgar relaxed a bit and let a few long and quiet groans escape. He blinked a few time to fully register how thick and hot Rikki's cock actually was. This was nothing like the love-making to his steed. This was vastly different and much more satisfying. With the fake's prepared bottom back over him, he gave it a gentle few kisses before slowly working his hand back into the soft steamy flesh. A touch more pressure finalyl let the entirety of his shrunken fist enter the bard's rectal recesses, allowing him to enjoy the fiery sensation of being inside of something alive.

The bard moved around his doppleganger to steal a kiss from his excited lips. Rikki just seemed so much bigger than he had before and it took a moment to realize that he wasn't still shrinking. This was all very new and slightly confusing to the ogre's sensations, but nevertheless, he smiled and tried to keep himself from exploding. Especially now that Rikki was rubbing that huge dick against his ogrely button.

Olgar gently, but in a matching rhythm, pushed and pulled his minute fist from the fetch. Just watching that pink ring of tissue grip and stretch lightly as he stimulated the bar was incredibly enticing. He made sure to kiss and nibble the fake's posterior a few times to break the predictability of sensations. The feeling of Rikki's marvelous dock so deep and thick in him made him slow a few times to keep from dumping his seed onto the imposter.

Without so much of a warning besides a quick and desperate moan from the imposter, Olgar looked confused for a second as it sat further down onto his arm, nearly engulfing his elbow. The wet droplets following quickly cooled along the sheets and the ogre's side. He smiled a little with a small laugh that accidentally clentched onto his larger lover. The ogre was having a rather difficult time keeping himeself together. He honestly wanted to moan like a little whelp, but found himself rather unable to do so with such an enamoring partner so thick and filling.

"I can... gods... say the same!" he said finally breaking his resolve. The little ogre grabbed the fetch's legs and curled his legs up. The small croons escaped his lips as he felt the overwhelming sensation to oragasm. "Rikki... oh please... don't stooooop..." he whined from under the fake. Putting his legs upon Rikki's body and scrunching his toes up to slightly pinch his skin, he slid his free hand under the imposter to rub his own dick. The incredible sensations that came forth as he released his shrunken fluid upon the fake and his own belly as the large darfellen cock kept such a tight pressure against his prostate.

Olgar issues a few heavy shudders accompanied by a few throaty gasps as Rikki continued to plow his small ass. The ogre just rubbed his cock as the feelings of ecstacy kept washing over him in waves. With a few choice kisses and a gentle nibble, the ogre caught his breath enough to stop feeling so dizzy. This whole expereince was rather overwhelming, but was one he'd like to try once again in the future.
 
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