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Ogres and Fairies and Bestiality... Oh my?

Rikki felt himself getting squeezed tighter and heard the ogre's moans. He pressed onward, the moans and grunts that followed the post-orgasmic thrusts into his body making Rikki feel very aroused. They were pleasurable, of course, but they had the sound of just a bit too much over stimulation. He reached out and touched the failing penis of his mate and whistled softly, a spell surging through the other and bringing him right back to erection and suddenly to orgasm, the darfellan this time getting off when his ogre mate tightened his body up.

Rikki dismissed his fetch after the carnal relations were over and slowly pulled out, watching Olgar's face as he bent down and started licking Olgar clean. He knew two tongues probably would have sent his lover into a state of shock, so he kept this bit perfect for him. His tongue ran over the hairy torso of his lover before finding the failing erection and lapping at the tip. Rikki picked up the penis of his mate and sucked it down, cleansing it of the semen that was still warm and rather magically tangy from the spell.

The bard pulled out a few cloths as he realized he was stimulating Olgar just a tad too much and wiped him down, ending up cuddling the ogre tight to him. He had never been able to hold Olgar like he was the big, protective male and found it very soothing. He rested the ogre in his own slightly damp lap and rubbed his face and hair, kissing him sweetly as they both wound down. He teased a few more pants out of his mate and chuckled, wrapping cover around their nether regions as he continued to press his chest against the other.

"That was very nice, Olgar. I think I enjoyed tiny you. Next time I have to see what it is like being bigger." His soft hands rested gently on Olgar's hips and tugged him up a bit to steal one more kiss before the orca almost breached and fell to the bed with his mate resting on top of him. Rikki teasingly kissed Olgar's nose and ran a hand down his back, resting on the ogre's used and pleasured butt for a squeeze.

"I just love you at this size. I am glad it is not permanent, I love my large ogre man, but this could definitely be good for a day or two every now and then." Rikki finally gave up just squeezing and prodding and harassing the ogre for being smaller and cuddled up to him as his eyes started to droop. "Next time you are small...will you...put both fists in me?" He didn't have time to hear the answer, as he soon found himself asleep.
 
Olgar had never felt so full of anything before. Never a meal or a lover. This was such a feeling that the ogre gave forth a face of exhaustion as Rikki emptied himself into him. The sensations were seemingly amplified for him being such a small size and it felt as if the pulsing cock inside him was never going to end. It wouldn't have been a bad thing, but rather, he would fill up long before he'd stop enjoying it.

As the bard removed himself, Olgar looked to him, now alone. He was happy it was just the two of them once again. This had been a special evening for the ogre. When Rikki leaned in for a kiss, Olgar leaned into the kiss with such passion. He couldn't believe the powerful feeling growing inside of him. The miniature ogre felt on top of the world!

And then he started to chuckled as Rikki lapped at his belly. The darfellen's tongue was just too much. He couldn't take it. It just tickled so much along with his post coitum tingles. His laughter was meant to be just that, but it seemed to come out in nervous bursts, sounding weird, even to himself. Olgar's body shuddered a little as he laughed, making him out to be rather pathetic. It didn't help much more when the bard engulfed his sensative member in his steamy mouth.

Olgar enjoy the embrace, though he wondered, when he would return to his normal state. Being held like this was something long missing from his life. While he sat in Rikki's lap, he placed his long arms around the bard, happy and with a heavy sigh. He enjoyed the bit of attention at being a bit smaller than his lover, and it kept him in a state of bliss. This was so comforting that for the first time in years, Olgar relaxed. Truely and utterly relaxed.

Rikki was one hell of a teaser, so it was no suprise when Rikki poked about and tickled him a bit more before the came to rest on the bed. With his chest against the darfellen and head resting on his shoulder, he gently kissed Rikki's throat and collar bone. Attempting this in his normal state would prove to be more dangerous and awkward.

"I can saw it was very rewarding to try something new... you never cease to amaze me..." he said cuddling up to the bard. He appreciated all the attention Rikki was pouring over him. As the laid down together, Olgar felt a little odd about laying on top of Rikki, but he figured he'd enjoy the moment while he could. No telling when the mystical liquid's effects would wain.

Olgar nodded in agreement, equally tired of their enjoyble evening together. Rikki look beat and Olgar let the man drift off to sleep. He smiled at the request and nodded once more. With his beau asleep, he curled into his arms to wipe away the few tears that had come to free themselves from his golden eyes. It had been far too long since these strong emotions had broken out.

Drakaantoten Isle was their next stop. By morning, the potion's effects had long worn off and Olgar was holding his precious bard in his bestial arms. The ogre woke with the room lightening with the sunrise. With a heavy sigh, he recalled the evening's events, cherrishing them in the dim light in the room, but he knew what was in store for them today. Stirring the bard gently, Olgar donned his clothing, preparing for a long day on a terrible island.

"We've got a meeting with captian before landfall. I need you there to discuss what you've found with them." he said putting one of the new boots on his large foot. He sighed and kept the warm feeling he held only hours before rather dear. Once he was dressed, he asked Rikki to show him out of the magical inn spell. He hadn't paid too much attention when they enteredt to navigate his way out.

Once he was free of the spell, the ogre made sure they grabbed a meal before all of the last minute preperations were made. The others were finishing their meal as they ate. They left the glowing couple to eat by themselves to ready their gear. Olgar ate for efficiency and was glad to be finished with another seafood meal. Before too long, they were in the captian's quarters with Dex and Captain jasper eagerly awaiting them.

"Here is his Captian. He has some information to share about the shard." Olgar said to him with a glum face. Olgar hated this place and see enough people bite the dust at the hands of the landwyrms. Looking over some of the papers on the desk, Olgar listened to Rikki speak and Dex writing down details and taking his own personal notes. Once they had shared what was missing from each other's notes, they set for landfall.

Upon the series of wooden rowboats, the party was split into two. It didn't take long for the boats to hit the shore. The sand on this island was a dark grey. The short series of mountains occasionally emitted rumbles and pillars of ash. The jungle surrounding these volcanoes was dense and seemed dark only a few feet in. The worst thing about this place was the lack of wild life. Not a bird nor bug made a noise. Only the sound of waves lapping against the sand and the wind in the large leafed palms lingered.

"I hate this place..." the ogre said lowly. Talingo prepared a wand in one hand and his spell book in others. Taevillis had already disappeared into the trees to scout out a path to the ruins that laid closer to the volcanoes. Belilah walked near Ront as Olgar turned to Rikk while drawing his long sword. "We just have to comb the ruins for anything that looks ancient or valuble. Easier said then done, however..." he said as he began to follow the trio in front of him.
 
Rikki woke up and found himself staring at his usually sized mate and gave a small grin before stretching out. The night before had been rather fun. He would have to get more, definitely. He placed on only his boots and gave Olgar an odd look as they headed out. "It is a simple thing, really. Just think about the exit, the place will transport you to it. Or, shift so it is easily accessed. The place here is cued to your thoughts. Pretty much if we were staying in opposite rooms, you could exit your room, think that you wanted to find me, and then open the door you just left and be in my room. Not many people know that, and I tend not to tell them. What they don't need to know and all that."

At the exit Rikki held the door open for Olgar and stepped out, grabbing his bag and his own clothing. He was soon dressed and followed Olgar, eagerly eating the seafood that was placed before him and speaking to whomever he needed to speak to before they departed. On the island Rikki looked about and found it rather disconcerting that there were no sounds or anything of that nature. The wind and waters set him on edge.

"I see. Don't worry, I think I can handle myself." Rikki was certain he could handle himself. He wasn't as sure he could handle any threat to his boss, and that is what made him worry. As they walked he waited for Taevillis to come back and cast a small spell, for a bard, on her. It allowed her to smell and pinpoint gems, coins, and other treasures. Bards always had a much easier time casting this spell, whereas sorcerers and wizards seemed to barely grasp it later in their training. It would allow the elf to lead them to where they needed to go, but not do everything for them.

When they discovered a rather empty looking old tomb Rikki thought they were in luck. It looked like the dragon was out. He would stand guard as Talingo did whatever mojo he needed to do to test if the dragon was in there. Rikki was not very good with necromancy nor divination outside of seeing if people were interested him. He only had one necromancy spell and it was typically a last ditch effort. When it turned out the dragon was out Rikki said he would stay outside and stand watch. Really, what else would he do? Sing so the treasure was entertained? He informed his partners and his partner he would be fine, and that interior spaces often just hindered him.

It didn't take too long for a rather angry looking jungle wyrm to come over and find a rather stubborn looking darfellan outside. Rikki gave a light smile, if only because he knew he could flaunt his powers now. The dragon looked rather interested and irked that there was someone standing outside it's place of residence and stopped in front of him, looking down at him.

"Creature, what business do you have here with me?" the jungle wyrm asked, debating if it had, if ever, eaten a creature that looked like this.

"Me? Oh I am here for no reason. I enjoy the islands during this season. In fact, it is very mellow. Would have been pretty nice without your annoying bellow." He quipped, raising an eyebrow at her, "I wonder if it is some kind of holy test, having to stand here and be belted by your breath."

The jungle wyrm gave a low growl and found this creature much less entertaining now, "Why you-"

"No worries about that though. I was asked by your rival to take all your dough. Come in and steal all you ever held dear and then return it to him so you would see he see your tears. If you ask me and what I would do, I would go over and see what he was up to. I wouldn't cut him any slack. His poorly planned insult deserves only a fierce, retributive attack."

The jungle wyrm was caught up in the simple suggestion. The thing had not even figure out that Rikki had been performing anything before, and few ever did when he used simple rhymes. Of course, it didn't work on everyone, no. Some weren't so arrogant as to think a little creature couldn't outfox them. Dragons though? Dragons had egos at would make Gods confused. It was almost a universal rule.

"That...how dare he. I don't have time to play with you, he...he will suffer for this. Stealing from ME? ME? Who does he dare think he is?" The jungle wyrm turned and started stomping off, her rage pretty much palpable from her frame. Rikki waited until she was out of sight to let his muscles stop being tense and slouched slightly. He didn't know if he would have been able to handle that beast by himself.

His hand stopped resting on a spell component and he turned back to the ruins. He hoped his friends, lover, and Taevillis and Talingo would be all right. And that they may finish soon. An unwarranted attack should keep the wyrms busy for a while, but if one were to kill the other they would lay claim to the horde and start moving it to their own stash, which would be bad for the poor bard and his group.
 
It wasn't terribly long after the angered wyrm stomped off when Olgar and crew emerged from the creature's lair. Already, a sense of danger exuded from the group, though they all carried sweaty smiles on their faces. The halfling scurried out with Talingo close behind. Taevillis came last, watching over her shoulder just in case. Olgar felt something had happened outside, by the posture Rikki held.

"I'm not sure what's occurred, but I feel it would be best to make some serious haste to sure. We've got what we came for and then some..." he trailed off. He clapped Rikki in a playful manner, but the smell of fear emanated from the bestial male. Olgar took stride with the group with his lover close by. They traveled in silence, aided by magic to quicken their step.

As the dense jungle broke into the sandy beach, it was quite clear that Rikki's suggestion had worked, to a point. A handful of wyrms were finishing up what was left of their row boat as the large female turned sharply towards the crew. Recognizing Rikki, she growled low and spoke to them, aiming her words directly yo the bard.

"So I see the nature of your trespassing now. Egg thieves. I know of their value to you two-leggeds, but the lies were a touch over done. Gthrakknemir didn't appreciate the loss of his sight, so I think I'll repay his feelings for him..." she hissed, threatening the group with her small brood of males. One near the rear had blood dripping from his mauled face and growled as his name was mentioned.

Talingo looked confused at the accusation of being an egg thief, but spun/gasped at Taevillis who was clutching a bottomless bag a tad heavier than she should. Olgar tensed his muscles knowing that was why the damned elf was skulking around in some of the side tunnels for so long. Talingo was preparing a flight spell, knowing full well that the damned wingless dragons wouldn't be able to pursue, but he would need a little time. That seemed to be running a touch short.

"Then what is it, lizard, that you want of us. A few pounds of flesh? A good tumble on the beach? Act or be gone you greedy snakes." Olgar said with a booming voice. He knew the wyrms loved words, so he was quite aware of the short amount of time he bought for insults. The ego of dragons would always be their downfall if provoked by the right word combination. "So what shall it be, scales?" he taunted once more.
 
Rikki did notice the odd bit of fear clinging to the others and wondered if he should have gone in after them. Of course, if he had there would have been a very angry drakess coming down into the tunnels after them which would have had a territory advantage. He just accepted the large ogre paw covering his form and walked with them as he looked at each one. There was some kind of miasmic feeling shared between all of them. He wanted desperately to know what was going on between everyone but decided now was not the time to talk about it.

Then he found the row boat destroyed. Well, a destroyed row boat and several angry looking drakes. This did not look like it was going to end very well for the party. At least Rikki could swim for it. The rest of these people were shit out of luck but he was not going to ditch his big lover for the threat of dying. Besides, there could be an awesome song in the works if he and his collective survived this.

Rikki gave a little chuckle as he realized he thought of this group as "his" in certain terms and sighed. Well, there had to be something he could do. He had no summoning spells, he had no real excessive damaging spells that wouldn't also wreak havoc on both sets of people. He did have that song of timelessness, but he was unsure if just taking out one of the drakes would be enough.

Then Olgar pulled his false bravado which made Rikki want to smirk. He refrained if only to keep the drakes from figuring out what was going on. He decided he might as well begin his gamble, pulling his lute out to try and give them some type of reprieve. He began his playing as a shimmering field that looked almost like arcane glitter surrounded one of the drakes.

The drake froze, literally swept outside of time. Of course as it was outside of time it was inviolate. They would be unable to attack it, damage it, or even caste a spell against it. Rikki was hoping to appear more dangerous than he might otherwise appear. Being able to use what would be detected as a spell that affected a dragon. He hoped it bought their despicable four armed freak of a wizard enough time to cast whatever spell he had up his sleeve.

And, if not, Rikki was bound and determined to give them indigestion.
 
Talingo hurried his mass flight spell as Rikki seemingly froze the wyrm in its place. The spell wasn't something he normally prepared, but he knew from his days of planar travel with his father. It took only a few minutes, but that was time that the crew wasn't in surplus of. The halfling readied herself in front of the mage, knowing full well she would easily be eaten unless she was able to dodge just right.

Olgar was glad that something happened to at least one of the creatures, but he was having a hard time gauging their reaction. That was the thing about dragons. It was always hard to read them unless they wanted you to know. And that wasn't a good thing, either. The overwhelming sense to flee hadn't subsided, so that was the ogre's cue that this tactic was failing. With a deep breath, he cursed Talingo mentally for his slothful casting. He would have to have a serious discussion with him if they lived through this.

"Big words for a coward of your size, mudblood." the she-wyrm hissed out. "Care to say that again..." she paused, but then leapt in his direction about twelve feet, whipping her tail in the sand, "...from this distance?" she spat dangerously. She was only a small stride from tearing a few new holes into the ogre. Olgar tried not to flinch, but he couldn't help it. She was was just a pounce away.

Taevillis drew her weapons, and raised her upper lip in a threatening manner. She was itching to gut one of these beasts. Not just for the sake of battle, but the fact that they usually harbored some nice scales and horns that held a high value to the black market. The ogre put his hand on his short sword, ready to draw it.

"I can say it form any distance, but are you willing to die? You've a long life ahead of you if you just drop it and move on. If you'd like to start sucking on Tiamat's tits early, go ahead and advance another step. You and the rest of your herd of failures." Olgar taunted. He mentally prayed that Talingo was almost done.

The mage spoke quickly, trying to get his spell finished. He knew that the time was ticking against him. It wasn't a moment later that one of the male wyrms charged past the larger female, with a roar and maw aimed for the ogre. Olgar drew his sword and narrowly avoided a direct hit from the dragon's claws.

A series of thin gashes began to weep blood on the ogre's right arm. Olgar shouted in anger, but drew his weapon to face the attacker. "So you fools wish to become boots. I shall grant your desires!" he said charging at his attacker. Talingo mentally sighed, knowing he would have to delay the spell until Olgar moved back into the casting radius. Taevillis let out a shrill squeal as dove into the sand, tucking her head in for a roll, to leap up,kicking the large female wyrm square in the face.

With that, the female wyrm stumbled backwards a few steps and then roared with supreme anger. "YOU FOUL WRETCHES! I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" she belted out before charging the dancing sun elf assassin. "Bring it, floozy." Taevillis taunted. It wasn't long until a pair of males circled Olgar along with his original attacker with a single beast stalking Rikki down. For as much as these kin to dragons thought of themselves, they were a dumb bunch. They seemingly left the mage to finish his casting unthreatened.
 
Rikki was rather worried now. He quit his playing as the bluff he had tried was more than called on what it had been. His eyes went wide as Olgar got scratched by the rampaging male drake, his mind beginning to worry excessively on the wounds, "Olgar!"

His own problems got worse as he saw one of the drakes coming straight for him. Rikki tossed his instrument down as it would be rather useless in this situation and reached for his rapier as he dodged the clumsy charge of the huge beast. He ran his rapier at the monster only to have the sword make a lovely clinking sound as the blade danced off the thick scales of the monster. The drake gave what Rikki assumed was a bark of laughter and smashed the Darfellan with his tail and sent the bard sprawling.

Rikki let his sword go as he tumbled so he didn't get jabbed and landed on his back. Before he could get any better bearings he had a drake foot firmly planted on his chest and was looking up at the hungry maw of a cruel beast. "Never had one of your kind before. I bet you taste funny," the drake stated before opening its maw and lunging at the bard.

Rikki quickly gathered his wits and unsheathed a dagger to jam into the upper palette of the monster to keep from being eaten. The drake howled and pulled off as it tried to get the item out of it's mouth. Rikki reached into his spell components and pulled out a flint and began cracking it as he spoke his little chant, "By all that is feared and all frightening may I harness the power of lightening!" Cheesy as the line was the flint was struck once more and a huge bolt of lightning flew from the stones and launched themselves at the drake, shredding bits of scales and cauterizing wounds as it ripped through the drake.

With a bit of time as the drake screamed and writhed in pain Rikki rummaged for a scroll he had and jerked it out in time to get to get coldcocked by the drake who had been frozen by the song of timelessness. Rikki fell down yet again as he kept rigid hold on the scroll. He was once again pinned by a much larger and fiercer looking example of the drakes they were fighting. He glared up at the beast and turned to look at the scroll, speaking as quickly as he could.

It wasn't fast enough as Rikki had his shoulder savagely bitten into as he finished his litany. The magic locked in the scroll exploded out and Rikki began to grow. He was growing larger and larger, soon the size of Olgar and then even surpassing that. He finally was large enough that the drake was just on his chest. He reached down and grabbed the thing and picked it up in one hand before slamming the beast onto the ground with a large impact. Rikki was now the size of the eldest dragons in the world even if it wouldn't last all that long.

He grabbed the first drake he had shocked and gripped his torn scales and tugged, literally ripping the majority of the scales and tossed the hide to the side. He threw the bleeding and dying drake into the water before the spell began wearing off and Rikki started shrinking down to his normal size. It was made to last a very short amount of time but it had been enough to take out two of the drakes.

As he shrunk down he held his shoulder. It was quite a painful wound and was beginning to sap his will and ability to fight. He murmured a healing spell that knitted the veins back together but still left the Darfellan in no shape to swim for safety if everything went to hell. It seemed that the others had things in hand, at least enough to not need his help as much.

He turned his attention on Taevillis as he felt his strength waning, "With fast speed and maximum drive I sing to you of the allegro..." He cast a spell to speed up the monk, even if she was a bitchy woman who had gotten them all into this. She did seem to be able to handle herself well enough.
 
The ogre heard his name belted out from behind him. He knew the bard had ushered the cry, which strengthened his convictions towards their bond. As the striking wyrm slid past him clumsily, Olgar turned on his heavy booted foot and ran at the beast. With a bestial howl, he swung the short sword connecting it with the drake's snout, rending it from its face. The creature burbled as it shrieked in unimaginable pain. Heavy breathing escape the ogre as he turned to face the others who so cowardly ganged up on him.

"What? Are you not powerful enough to take me on one at a time? You have to resort to being petty and yellow-bellied scaled rats? I see you for what you are!" he said running at his next target. The sand seemed to part under his feet as he floated into the smallest of the beasts. The sword seemed to insert itself like a hot knife through butter, but with scales and bones. And a lot more screaming.

Meanwhile, the bard's spell rather impressed Talingo, who was doing his best to stave off the last word in his incantation. Losing the spell could cost them, but that would be unacceptable. Resorting to circular breathing to sustain the vowel, Talingo sounded a little off key after a while. Belilah grew tired of the guarding, but made sure to keep the mage safe.

Taevillis, on the other hand, was enjoying herself. She knew the value of the eggs and now Rikki had totally ripped some of the critters apart. After the well placed kick to the female's jaw, Taevillis popped up to her feet, crossing her kamas in a taunting manner. The female just growled gutturally, whipping her tail back and forth in the sand. The sun elf had taken in the battle around her, knowing full well of Olgar's victory and Rikki's triumph, but the main fighters were injured. Save for Ront, who was cowering in the brush nearest the mage. The assassin sighed, spinning in the air, connecting the bladed hook into the shoulder of her victim.

Ront, completely petrified, stayed in the brush. He knew a lashing would be in order for his cowardice, but he figured if he lived to take the beating it was a far more enjoyable sensation, than you know, being dead. Keeping low behind some broad leaf plants, he watched on praying his team won.

Olgar twisted the blade in the beast until the ribs splintered to his satisfaction. With a huge shove, he tossed the drake to the sand staring down his last opponent. The drake had a second and intelligent thought and headed for the brush. Olgar roared at the fleeing wyrm, not realizing the smaller cuts and lacerations he suffered from the brief retaliatory attacks. Bleeding slightly, he turned to survey the scene.

Rikki's spell brought on some excellent speed to the assassin. Taevillis recognized the new found speed as an advantage, exploiting its given time. Leaping up onto the wyrm's back, she drug her kamas into a crisscrossing pattern along its back, waving back and forth. Dismounting from its hips, she drove the weapons into the underside of the drake's thigh, severing the tendons holding its legs under it. As it fell, Taevillis went airborne once more, turning to catch the falling beast in the shoulders. Once the female wyrm fell completely to the sand, the sun elf dismounted once more in the face of her latest conquest. "Oh, how I've dreamt of felling an ego larger than my own. Thank you, Tiamat, for donating such a viable beast to my trophy wall." the elf taunted before she drove each kama into each respective eye of the drake. The dying howls of the beast laid the surrounding beach deep into silence.

Without dallying any further, Olgar helped his bard to the mage. He wanted the injured off the island. Ront crawled from the brush as inconspicuous as possible, but the ogre was fully aware of his lack of assistance. Taevillis waved her hand, dismissing her desire to return to the boat anytime soon. "I have a haul to pick up here. I've got a Ring of Teleport, I'll meet you all for dinner." she said calmly, as she withdrew her weapons and furnishing a skinning blade. Waggling her eyebrows, she nearly skipped off to the carcasses that littered the beach.

With Rikki held close to himself, Olgar gave the order to return to the boat. "Mage, now." he said short of breath. The adrenaline had begun to finally wear off. The thoughts that flooded his mind made him quiver. Did he just provoke and taunt jungle wyrms? Had he lost his mind?! Shaking it off to process later, the ogre enjoyed the brief flight to the ship. With his bard by his side, the day had been a total victory.

Once aboard, Olgar waved off the rest of his crew. "Take to your rooms tonight. We all need a good night to rest... Ront, you and Rikki shall join me in my quarters." he said giving a slight hug to his bard before dragging his feet towards his bed. His orcling would receive a good lecture and a lesson about cowardice. However, Rikki would hopefully be there so their evening of healing wouldn't be spent alone. That bard usually had a good way of making nights not suck so bad.
 
Rikki may have been in pain but he was lucid enough to watch Taevillis dissect the drake with a very approved form of violence that left the being dead on the beach. The darfellan was more than pleased that they had survived the battle and could hear the final thrashings of a drake that was screaming as the salt water etched delightful pain over his exposed body and the water just helped the blood flow so much faster.

"Mithral clit, grab that discarded husk of scales for me. I have plans for it." With that the bard allowed himself to be taken to the spell circle of the mage after he collected his rapier from where it had fallen. He sheathed his sword and leaned into the ogre as the flight spell took effect and and eagerly looked for the red puddle of drake in the ocean. He smiled as he saw the large amount of red in the water and many sharks swimming towards the smell of free meat. Rikki spat into the water as well, feeling just a bit bitter.

On the ship Rikki gave a bit of a smile as he was demanded to the captain's quarters, or at least his captain's. He walked with Olgar and Ront as he surmised the young orc was going to have a a severe talking to about his sound strategy of hiding behind a bush while everyone else was busy fighting the drakes.

In the room Rikki looked at his shoulder and cringed. His lovely black skin was torn deep enough to show bone in certain places. His magic had sealed up the veins and arteries but the rest of the wound would take either more healing magic than Rikki possessed or the old magic of time to heal himself up. Rikki decided time could fuck itself and searched for his healing wand and tapped it on his wound, the flesh knitting itself together. It was still raw and would need a bandage but there would be no stitches and no scars resulting. He felt his chest and winced, noting the broken ribs. Well, he had had two drakes stand on his chest he was lucky not to have any ruptured organs.

Rikki tapped the wand to his chest as he watched Olgar speak to Ront. He walked over to the Ogre man and placed a hand on his chest, rubbing the man's scratches as he used his own healing powers to seal up the wounds. Not that he didn't mind the ogre with some bruises and scrapes, it was actually pretty erotic to see him with them, but not from those smarmy lizards who had decided to attack them. With little fanfare Rikki allowed Olgar to handle Ront and sat back on the bed, removing his armor and shirt to start patching up the rest of his body.

He dove into his bag of holding to pull out bandages and began to wrap up his chest as he winced. Well, this wouldn't feel good for some time but at least his ribs were just bruised instead of broken. He also placed a bandage on his shoulder, making the wrap look like half a toga on his upper body. The bandages had hints of red splotched all over and appeared like a rather morbid collection of connect the dots on the bard.

With the last bit taken care of Rikki waited until Ront had been spoken too enough and wandered back over to Olgar and layed a hand on the ogre, "I did what I could for your scrapes, do you have any other wounds that need tending too? I have some bandages and other normal medical supplies in my pack, or I could just try and kiss them better for you."
 
Olgar, who was followed by his lover and a rather disappointing member of his group, entered his private quarters. With both men in his room, he left a small kiss on Rikki's cheek as the bard passed, but then focused his attention to Ront. He took a deep breath, trying to subdue the rage building within him.

"Boy, sit." the ogre said low and cold. He pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. This would ensure his ability to pace circles around the orcling. He watched as Ront crept to the place on the floor, sitting down rather gently. The ogre took a deep breath, but then violently backhanded Ront, knocking the young man to his knees.

"I deserve tha--" Ront managed to get out before a huge boot caught him in the ribs. "You deserve a lot more, you coward! People fought hard! And they were injured because of you!" Olgar roared at the top of his lungs. The varied glass bottles on his dresser rattled against each other. The ogre paced around the boy as he caught his breath.

Olgar snarled as he paced. The more he moved, the more angered he became. Ront looked up at him with a stern look on his face, but it was wise that any signs of indignation was absent. As Olgar round back to Ront's face, the orcling looked back to the ground, sitting once more. The ogre had half a mind to kick the bastard to his ass again, but decided to start the lecture.

"What you did out there was not only cowardly, but it was dishonest... to me and everyone else in my crew. When you joined my ranks, you swore to protect the needy and injured. DOES THAT NOT APPLY TO US?!" he screamed into Ront's face, his breath heavy after his shout. He stared the orcling down, waiting for a response.

Ront tried to avoid eye contact with his superior, but as soon as his eyes averted, a large and quite heavy ogre paw connected with the left side of his head. "You look me in the eyes, liar. I'm gonna beat you for every one you tell to me." Olgar warned, "Now answer me! When you took my oath of loyalty, did you understand what it meant?" he finished. Ront, reeling from such a wallop, sucked in some air to stabilize his vision.

"Yes, yes I did..." he said quietly, looking into Olgar's furious yellow eyes. "When you took my oath, you also were trusted. My trust, whelp, my trust..." he paused, standing to pace more, "You've broken it, coward. You've lost my trust and you've lied to me. Only cock-drunk whores do such stupid things... Through your actions, you're telling me that's what you are." he stopped for a second, standing behind Ront.

Reaching down, Olgar grabbed a paw full of Ront's hair, pulling him to his feet. The fighter grabbed at his scalp, shouting in pain while standing quickly. Ront could feel his heart racing. He was a coward, but this was starting to move towards being angry. Ront knew what he did was wrong, but how far was his boss going to abuse him?

The ogre pulled Ront close to his chest, grabbing his right arm and twisting back behind him. Ront stood on his tip toes, trying to avoid the pain. "You trying to tell me you're some cock fiend? You're so bent on dick that you're going to act like a dumb prick wench?" he said in an angry tone into Ront's ear. The orcling lost his breath. "NO! No Olgar! I'm not! I know I'm a coward! I didn't mean to let anyone get hu-- URH! OWww!! Gods!!" he nervously yelled out before the ogre twisted his arm higher behind his back.

"I didn't ask you to address me by my name. Only lovers and family do. You're not family, so are you saying you want to be my lover?" he breathed into Ront's ear. "S-si-irr... no, that's not what I-- GODS Damit!" he uttered before another twist. "In my father's tribe, do you know how we set an errant boy straight?" Olgar paused to let the boy think.

While Ront squirmed with what ever ideas, the ogre looked to his lover. He winked at Rikki, assuring him nothing was really going to happen. Ront was unaware of the silent communication, so his skin was damp with nervous sweat and fear. Olgar took the opportunity to cop a feel on the orcling's package to send a message across.

"You fuck me over like this again, boy, and you'll get that answer first hand..." he said quietly, in a seductive tone in Ront's ear before throwing him to the floor. "Now, get out of my sight before I give you a lesson in advance." came the order with an opened door. Ront, who nearly pissed himself, stumbled to his feet and leapt for the door way. Once the boy was out of earshot, Olgar closed his door, focusing his attention back on his lover.

Rikki had come to him, healing some of the worst of the injuries. "Thank you, lovely boy. I like it when you touch me..." he paused after considering Rikki's proposition. "Boy, I'd like you to kiss them better... with that soft mouth of yours..." the ogre said softly, role-playing a bit with his lover. He wasn't sure if Rikki was into such a silly thing, but the idea of taking Ront in front of his bard already had him stirring in his breeches. "So how about it, boy? You gonna let me set you straight?" he concluded with an intimate hug and a carefully orchestrated kiss from between his frightening tusks.
 
Rikki grunted a little and then looked at Olgar a little crossly, "You want me to pretend I am Ront, that poor boy you just beat and threatened with rape?" He pushed the ogre down on the bed, surprisingly strong yet showing he was definitely not at one hundred percent. Olgar could most likely easily force the Darfellan to submit if he had the mind to.

He walked closer to Olgar and glared at him, "Number one I am MUCH too banged up for rough sex and number two how DARE you ask for such a thing? I am so insulted! I AM NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? You have to fantasize about being with another man, a younger man at that. Am I just too older for you? You...you...naughty boy!" He gave the smallest smirk, not completely able to conceal he was actually a bit turned on by the shift of roles. Besides, it was true that he was too roughed up to be the submissive in rough sex. He could crack a rib. Dominant was a much different story.

He sat down and commanded the ogre over his lap. He brought the pants down in a jerk and then smacked the ass sharply, "You like humiliating Ront?" Another smack. "You like scaring that boy?" Smack. "You like making me feel bad?" Smack. "You jerk." Smack. "You bastard!" Smack. "You naughty, naughty ogre!" More smacks. By the time Rikki was done it was much more obvious he was aroused even if Olgar's ass was a lovely shade of red. Rikki rubbed the sore buttocks and ordered Olgar up on his feet.

"Bend over. Good, now come closer." He had earned his reward. Rikki leaned in and started rimming the big lug, pulling him a little close and letting his tongue trail over the sore ass as well as the anus of his partner. He would have to file away the idea of Ront for another day, maybe even spy on the boy to be able to craft an illusion that would best mimic his form for Olgar's enjoyment. If Olgar did indeed know what Ront looked like under all that clothing.

He reached between his lover's legs and started fondling him, placing a finger under the foreskin as he circled the tip and used Olgar's own precome as a little bit of lubricant to make the process better. He loved toying with his ogre man and the sounds he elicited were just icing on a very decadent sweet. He made Olgar strike different positions so he could slide his tongue inside at different angles, using a chair to allow for better movements of the fighter.

He finally decided it was best to conclude his sensual tortures and stood up, hugging the half-ogre before kissing between his large tusks, "I think you are more than lubed up, but if you wish to play with my body you are more than allowed to, naughty ogre." He could push it a bit more roughly if wished, but he didn't want to force Olgar to keep up the ruse if he didn't want to.
 
Olgar was genuinely confused. His face a little telling of his inner questioning, he found himself pushed onto the bed. In his mind, the ogre knew that wasn't the real thing that was driving him mad. It was the idea of Rikki watching him do something sexually taboo in front of him, but not in the way his lover seemed to have taken it. In his own mind, with his upbringing, this would have be the sexiest thing another ogre could have done for another, but Rikki was not raised in such an environment.

As Rikki verbally lit into him, Olgar opened his mouth and grasped at the air with his lips. He didn't have words at the moment... until Rikki's face cracked. Then Olgar buried his eyebrows for a moment in understanding and relief, taking a decent breath. When his bard ordered him to his lap, he issued a one-huff snicker, obliging the silly man.

Olgar's pants came down round his ankles and a sharp crack rung in the air as Rikki's hand connected with the chubby rump of the ogre. The things that Rikki were saying shot mental images of delightful ideas. Yes, he did like humiliating Ront. Watching the boy hold himself together was delicious... and so was the scent of the boy's arousal. Olgar knew Ront was turned on by some of that lecture. But the ogre hadn't intended to offend his bard. That wasn't what he was going for at all... but being punished by him made up for it.

With his butt throbbing and red, Olgar looked at Rikki when he concluded for his next command. "Yes sir." he said playfully. Obliging him once more, he bent over, placing his hands flat on the floor. An advantage of being part ogre is that your arms were a lot longer than they should be. This allowed Olgar to be completely stable on his feet and hands. Backing towards his lover, he smiled and let out a sharp gasp from between his tusks as Rikki's fingers inflamed the nerves on his buttocks. His hot tongue seemed a hundred times hotter on the sure flesh. Surely, this was the most enjoyable punishment the ogre had received in his life.

With his eyes closed and more focused on Rikki's tonging, he jumped a little when he felt a hand on his aching cock. All that bad talk had turned the beast on immensely. The strong fingers griping his eager prick made him croon and put slight claw marks in the floor with his finger nails. Ordered once more to adjust his position, he grabbed a chair and followed his lover's instructions with a smile and several moans of pleasure.

Olgar accepted Rikki's embrace, holding the dear man close to his broad bestial chest, ass still alight with fire. "I want you to take me. Tell me to suck your beautiful cock, Rikki. I'll obey your orders, sir." he said in response. He kicked off his boots and knelt before Rikki, pulling at his pants. Checking with his lover's reactions now and then, he removed the clothing and kissed Rikki's thighs and belly.

Watching Rikki's face closely, he began to take his broad tongue across the treasure of a rod Rikki came equipped with. It was a handsome cock that fit all the aspects of his lover. It was silky like his voice. It was strong like his heart. And most of all, it managed to hold Olgar's attention with it's delicious taste. It was much like a salt lick for a beast of burden.

With his right hand, Olgar cupped the ivory orbs that dangled handsomely beneath Rikki's pearlescent prick. With his other, he toyed with his own hole, opening his passage for his lover to use. Olgar's cock leaked his clear lusty fluid upon the wooden planks, feeding the wood some much needed moisture. As he sucked and lapped that gorgeous cock, he fingered deep into his ass. He briefly recalled the time with the bard's doppelgangers and it nearly made him cum.

When Rikki ordered him to stop, he only did so because he loved the tone in the bard's voice. As he was commanded, he enjoyed the pleasure he was elicited. He would have to let Rikki be a bit more domineering after this. What a feeling this was.
 
Rikki found the bit of control almost intoxicating. "Okay then, get my pants off. GENTLY DAMMIT, don't pull." He whacked Olgar on his head lightly, at least lightly for an ogre. To another person it might have been a full blown attack. He watched as the ogre got his pants off and leisurely stepped out of the pants and slid them away from both men. He moved so that his piece actually slapped the ogre in the face and he maneuvered to rub it across his lover to spread the scent of himself on the ogre. He knew Olgar had a much better sense of smell and that it would probably be seen as erotic to him, especially if he was loving being dominated.

"Now quit playing around and suck me off, ogre." He held himself for the kneeling ogre and kicked his hand lightly when the ogre began to finger himself, "Three, NOW. Push them deep. I said deep dammit!" He shoved forward, sending his cock all the way into Olgar's throat as a punishment until he saw that the fingers were lodged far enough in the ogre for Rikki to be satisfied. He pulled out and allowed Olgar to take a breath before opening up to take him back in.

"You are so good at this, were you always a submissive ogre? An omega in every way? Good for you, it trained you well." He grasped Olgar's hair and pulled him closer, rubbing his nose right into where Rikki would have pubes if he was a different race, "It'll serve you perfectly from now on. Suck more. Open wider." He reached under himself and placed his balls in the mouth of the ogre, crooning happily as he felt his entire genitalia get swallowed up by the ogre. He let the sheer pleasure of being engulfed last just over a minute before he pulled out and released his hold on the ogre. "On the bed, ass up."

Rikki got on the bed and smacked both cheeks as his hands then pried them apart and he looked at his lover's entrance. He removed one hand and probed a finger inside Olgar, finding him more than loose enough. He shrugged and added a second finger, than a third. A minor limerick allowed the lubricating cantrip he knew to activate and coat his hand with a plying substance that allowed his fourth finger and thumb to be almost swallowed by Olgar's ass.

"Keep your chest on the bed. And moan, I want to hear you cry like a bitch." He drove his hand deeper, finally pulling back out when he got elbow deep only to push right back into the ogre. The warmth and intimacy of the action combined with the pseudo-sense of control was pure ecstasy for the darfellan. The fact that Olgar trusted him to do this entire farce was a sign that he thought more of Rikki than just a fuck toy.

The bard would reach between the ogre's legs, jerking the ogre off like a terse milk-maiden harvesting the sweet dairy supplement in the morning. He pressed onto the ogre's prostate along with other places he knew of from anatomy manuals and certain trials and errors of his own before he met Olgar to touch places that would send the best jolts of pleasure to the leader. Rikki would continue his slow fisting and faster stroking until the larger man emptied himself on the bed.

"Olgar, how dare you get off before I do!" Rikki traced his fingers under the dripping manhood to collect some of the semen. He dabbed it on his own penis and retracted his hand, using a cleaning cantrip to remove the excess oils on it. "It looks like you never, ever learn!"

His cleaned hand came down to redden the already bright cheeks before Rikki stood up and positioned himself. He uttered a small rhyme that Olgar would catch the word "halfling tight" in before plunging in. The spell caused Olgar's anus to react and feel like that of an eighteen year old halfling boy getting his first fuck. Rikki's own seven inches of cock would be more than enough, probably how every man felt when Olgar had held their legs apart and slammed into them.

Rikki decided to say nothing about the spell but just watch how Olgar reacted to both that and the hard near-tackles against his sore ass.
 
Olgar fell into line with all of his lover's commands, doing some things he hadn't for many years. It was nice to be used like this once in a while. Especially the fisting. It reminded him of the many dalliances with various stallions that the ogre had owned. It was an incredible feeling, more so that Rikki seemed to know everything to do at just the right moment.

His darfellan pushed his buttons to the point of no return. The orgasm that came from his meat forcefully gushed from his throbbing piss slit into the bed. Olgar arched his bestial back a bit while groaning, feeling his body awake with tingles and needles. He felt on fire just then, but as the bard cast a spell, Olgar looked back at his lover as his shaft penetrated his newly tight hole.

The ogre shuddered and buried his face into the bed with a growl of the localized pain. It was so vivid and real, it was hard to imagine that this was the work of a spell. Biting into the bed, the ogre's face was bunched in an amalgam of pain and impatience. He turned his sweat beaded face to take a breath; a low strained moan crooned as it exited his mouth. Olgar was having a good time, but it had been well over a decade since he felt such a sensation. While refreshing, it wasn't certainly something he'd love to be like all the time.
 
Rikki controlled the speed of the encounter, loving every moan of the ogre man. Much like Olgar he felt that this was fun but perhaps not what he'd like to do every time. Besides, the ogre man was huge, spanking him every time would eventually wear out the strength in the man's knees. Rikki plowed into the ogre and eventually flipped Olgar so that he was on his back. He grinned at the face of the big warrior, reaching out to caress his body as he ravaged it.

Rikki commanded more, making Olgar take several positions during the entire encounter, from riding him to being on his side to even using a spell to hold the half-ogre up against the wall of the ship; the motion of the ship in the waves really helped out the thrusting with that position. Rikki finally finished off while holding Olgar, pushing deep into him and crying out, pressing his chest and abdomen tightly against Olgar's body. Rikki moved Olgar back to the bed once they were finished and cuddled with him, wiping the sweat from their brows with his own underwear.

"Well, that sure was...invigorating. Draining as well, my adorable ogreling." Rikki kissed Olgar, hugging his muscular chest as best he could with his arms. Olgar certainly was barrel chested and it made hugging a bit of an exercise in futility. Still, it was comfortable being next to a big, jolly giant that could rip someone to shreds should they break into the room. And he was very warming, especially once he had worked up such a sweat as he had during their session.

"So, what is our next destination, captain?"
 
By the time Rikki had finished, Olgar felt like some sex-crazed demi-god had had their way with him. Not that it was a bad thing, but this kind of event would require about a day to recover from.

"Sleep..." was the only thing he could say while his magical lover laid next to him, arms about his body. The ogre loved having the bard's arms wrapped around him. Hugs and cuddling were things he cherished more than anything, seeing as how few men liked doing such actions. Laying in bed with Rikki was a moment he wished wouldn't end.

Pulling the darfellen closer, he gave his partner a loving kiss before snuggling with him as he drifted off to sleep. For the first time in ages, Olgar snored a little. Normally, he didn't, but he was so worn out that everything in his body seemed to relax as the waves of rest flooded him. However, Rikki would find it difficult to squirm out of his lover's grasp. Olgar was intent on snuggling him for most of their rest. Only the call to breakfast would move the tuckered out beast.
 
Rikki chuckled lightly at the ogre's response of sleep. He gave a little sound of surprise when the arm was wrapped about him yet he saw no real reason to fight against it. Olgar was large, warm, and very nice to cuddle against. Rikki rubbed his head against Olgar's chest, the fuzz sending small chills through his body.

Rikki drifted off a bit later after Olgar, the snores of his partner eventually lulling him to sleep. They were no grand music but they carried a kind of rhythm of their own. With their thundering doldrums in the background Rikki dreamt of his time upon the plane of limbo and the large crashes between rocks that had been affixed to nothing and floating into each other. His grand adventures where he would run up the ones who were crashing together, being chased by those he had stolen from. Grand times, one and all.

Morning came and Rikki opened his eyes and tried to stretch. A powerful force of ogre arm and strength kept Rikki from managing much more than a simple arm raising. His palms rubbed the thick arm holding him close to Olgar like a favored stuffed animal as he exposed his sharp teeth in a grin. It was much too adorable to truly interrupt, as Rikki saw it at least. An hour passed before breakfast was called for and Olgar woke up. "About time, Olgar. You slept like a zombie with a buzzsaw for a throat. Oh...do you have buzzsaws in this Plane?"
 
Olgar awoke after strange dreams involving pouring rain, the walking dead, and these creepy green eyes. They had haunted his dreams before, only showing up before something terrible happened. The ogre didn't wake up as chipper as his mate had, but the smell of food stirred the beast's body to rise. Meeting Rikki with a gentle passionate kiss, he hugged the bard for some time before swinging his legs from the bed.

"Funny thing you should mention zombies... of all things... but no clue on this 'buzzsaw'. You'll have to enlighten me... over breakfast, of course." he completed with a smile. The ogre's large naked frame shuffled from the bed to don his sea faring clothing, but today, he went barefoot. His toe claws had been getting a bit long from wearing shoes all the time. Olgar's steps had a different sound due to the tips caressing the wooden planks of the floor.

Walking arm in arm, or as best as this odd couple could manage, Olgar walked with Rikki to the mess hall where he would seat them away from everyone else. He didn't want to talk to anyone today, outside of his love. "I'll be back with food." he announced quietly. Returning a few minutes later, he gave Rikki his portion of grilled sea bass with kelp bread and honey. The ogre also produced two bowls of hot oatmeal, topped with some preserved fruit of some kind. With his golden eyes, he seemed a bit distracted in his thoughts and his smile seemed a touch forced.

"Special treat for a special man..." the ogre said with a wink before starting on his bread.
 
Rikki dressed in the boots his lover had bought for him along with much less gaudy than usual attire. Walking arm in arm with Olgar they would even look like a pretty normal couple since Rikki didn't scream for attention with clothing meant to keep him in the spotlight.

In the dining hall Rikki found it somewhat odd they weren't sitting with their companions but didn't truly complain since Olgar was going to go get their food. The clicking of toenails on wood was almost comforting, a sound that soothed Rikki as he heard it. He couldn't put a finger on why it made him relax, perhaps something to do with the primal sensation of the aural stimulation.

"Ah, I'm glad you got me some oatmeal as well then, Olgar. You are too kind." Rikki easily turned Olgar's compliment back on him before finding a need to worry over the smile his ogre companion gave him.

"Hey, my muscular macho man, what is the matter? You seem a bit distracted, or at least worried. You aren't sick, are you?" Rikki hoped it was just worries, but if Olgar was physically ill they'd need a healer.
 
The bestial man eat some of his food rather slowly. He knew he was bad at hiding his emotions, so when Rikki questioned him, Olgar wasn't surprised in the least. The perceptive bard had traveled the planes and had seen many more things in this realm than Olgar could have imagined, but right now, he was the ogre's mate. With a heavy sigh, he set his bowl of oatmeal down.

"I don't talk much about things going on in my head, but this... I feel is too important now that you're here with me." he said rubbing his face with one of his huge hands. "There's this dream I have had... it only ever comes about when something truly tragic is about to occur." he paused for a moment reflecting. "The last time this dream hunted me... my last love perished."

Olgar realized that sounded odd and clarified a little. "I'm not saying that each time this dream plays in my head that my lovers die, no. The previous time this happened, a small village who was putting me and everyone up for a few days was razed by a small army of demon blooded goblins." Olgar said before chewing up some of the bread. "I just can't shake the feeling something terrible is to come. It's happened eight times before and it's the pattern I see. I just wanted to warn you, Rikki. You mean the world to me." he said in a voice of concern and love.
 
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