After the War (Razgriz x Lagertha)

Miwa was starting to feel heated, his body reacting quite positively to the sensations of the Queen's handjob. Even more so when her teasing kisses seemed to touch his more sensitive areas, and her bites made him mewl just a bit. Rather cutely too, for someone who was normally so serious about the Queen and her needs.

His member began to stiffen a little more as she picked up the pace, wet sounds emanating from his length as the pre-cum continued to coat her fingers. He could feel her kisses starting to get lower and lower, Tiri'ol soon on her knees before him. A loud yelp came from him as she bit his hip, his member jumping and throbbing even more in her hand for a few seconds. "Tiri...That..." he tried to stammer about it hurting, but his body was oddly enjoying it, his throbbing flesh evidence of that. "I...guess it's my turn to be surprised..." he whispered afterwards, a hand coming down to pet the top of her head.

Indeed once she pulled off, there was a bit of sting left behind; even though her teeth didn't break the skin, there would still be marks left over and most definitely a splotch of black and blue. Thankfully the area would be covered by his robes so it wasn't like anyone would notice; he would just have to not wince or anything if it came to be too painful.

However, those thoughts went out the window as she started to tend to him, that rough but gentle tongue of hers licking over his stiff member. The streams of pre-cum being licked up before she stuck the throbbing head and an inch or so of his shaft into her mouth, making the male gasp out in pleasure. Combined with her continued stroking of his thicker base, she was truly working a wonder on him. "O-oh, Tiri'ol! When..." he was going to ask how she might have figured out how to do this, his cock throbbing between those pouting lips as she licked and stroked him, the sack underneath starting to swell with cum as she pleased him.

Miwa's body was shaking under her treatment, feeling her purrs shake his cock and having pleasurable vibrations run down it, the head twitching a little as she started to suck him more and a spurt of precum washing over her tongue. The length pulsed gently in her mouth and against her lips, her hand helping to make his own pleasure rise.

"Tiri'ol...I..." he groaned, cutting himself as his pleasure halted his speech, reducing to nothing but pants as his cock throbbed harder and harder with each passing second, hips moving against her bobbing motions. Without warning, it would give one last stiffening, pulsing madly as his thick cum shot out in hot wads. The first few flew out and coated her throat as his hands came down and forced her to stay, the next few dumping over her tongue and the last ones flooding her warm cheeks in sperm. With each load, his hips bucked, body wanting to have the Queen drink it all down.

Miwa's form twitched as his release subsided, his once stiff member wilting after the orgasmic rush faded. Only when Tiri'ol finally kissed him did his trance-like afterglow break, feeling her rough tongue lancing with his. "Tiri'ol...Thank you, that was wonderful" he muttered, gently stroking her head as she laid against him. And with that, the pair soon were under the sheets and spooning each other, her bodyguard's soft breathing rhythmically drifting in and out of her ears as the lights of the room's crystals faded to black.

And when morning came again, he awoke to feel her still nuzzled into him and him into her. His arms gently pulled her closer, loving her soft flesh against his own. "Morning, my Queen....er, Tiri'ol..." he then said, gently correcting himself from his habitual greeting.

Miwa's eyes closed for a moment as she gently embraced him, her lips and his meeting tenderly before she got out of bed. Yes, it seemed their one night together in who knew how long was at an end. But that was alright; it was a welcome reprieve for both of them. A slight smile crossed his face as he thought of the tantrum young Yuit would throw. No doubt he would make things difficult for Tiri'ol, but the boy would soon be back to wanting her attention and never leaving her alone.

Even so, the boy would have to grow up at some point. But so long as he clung to the Queen's robes, that day was far off indeed.

"I've no doubts he will, Tiri'ol, but he'll get over it soon enough once he sees you again. You deserve a break every once in a while, and soon he'll be old enough to understand that." he said, wordlessly accepting the Queen's offer and stepping into her personal basin. "Yes, the festival will be held in two day's time; once I check on our giant friend, I'll be sure to Xi and the others ask about the dress." Running a sponge along his arms, he then said, "You seem much better today, both in spirit and in body. I'll not lie, I was worried about you when you fell ill."

"As long as we've known each other, Tiri, have I done anything less?" he teased; true, she was the Queen. But still, even a ruler needed to make sure to get proper rest and nutrition. "Besides, this isn't a burden you need to bear alone. Myself, Ko, Rai'thi and even that lumbering brute Orgoth are with you; though I'm not sure that last one would be a good choice for overseeing village intricacies, being an outsider and all" he replied, adding that last bit as a half-joke. Hopefully Orgoth's tenure here would prove to be so boring he would want to go back to his people.

Nodding at her request, he just said "Of course; I'll be sure to let the others know as well." Stepping out himself, he used another towel to dry himself off before redressing in his robes. "Hopefully the little one didn't get too upset" Miwa added, the two of them soon leaving the village as they headed to the maiden's hut to retrieve young Yuit.

It was here that Orgoth also greeted them, his hulking form casting that long shadow as he gave out a loud yawn. He still clenched his gigantic twin blades, ever ready for conflict to arise. "Orgoth..." Miwa stated, eyes hardening on the giant. "Miwa..." the barbarian replied, cocking his head a little in confusion; did the fox-man want something? "In any event, I'll leave our Queen in your care, Orgoth. I've been asked to look after matters in the village while she escorts Yuit outside the village. Make sure nothing tries to kill them." Orgoth snorted, "A lone Wolf is more than enough deterrent. All they will taste is my steel and the bitterness of defeat."

Orgoth heard the Queen's request and just nodded; truth be told, what was worn was irrelevant to him. Many times, Wolves would march naked through the camps. They only wore armor when fighting other barbarian bands or those Order slave-drivers; they might have been crazy, but they were not entirely unintelligent. Once the Queen rose, he followed close behind her, small tremors emanating from where his feet met the ground with every step. Not enough to disturb the sleeping child, but enough to be noticed.

"We do many things to pass the time between battles. We hunt, fish, fell timber, forge and cook." he explained, not understanding what the concept of relaxation was. To them, the menial but essential tasks of survival were their relaxation periods. The trails seemed well-worn, indicating to him that they were oft-used ones. So far everything was uneventful, but still Orgoth remained vigilant...One never knew when they might encounter something dangerous.

And soon enough, they would...At the very least moderately so: A four-legged hound-like creature, its hairless taut skin black as coal and bloodshot-looking red eyes, walked out just ahead of them. It stood as tall as Tiri'ol's waist, and had a body about as thick as Orgoth's arms side by side. Before long its nose lifted up, a couple short huffs emanating from its nostrils before it set its sights on them, letting out a bloodthirsty snarl. "Fyotu Goa..." the brute muttered as he moved up to stand in front of Tiri'ol; while not overly dangerous, these solitary hunters were faster than they looked. Though it was certainly a creature no match for a Kitsune of Tiri'ol's level, the fact that Yuit was with them meant Orgoth was better off handling this.

Seeing the massive male approach, the beast backed up a few paces; Orgoth's own teeth were bared as he growled throatily and angrily, heavy blades readied. It had wanted the small one in the female's grasp, having not eaten today but questioning whether it would be worth tackling two of them for an admittedly tiny morsel. The Wolf could see it was young, debating whether to go after them. Likely for the One-Tail, since it was relatively weak and vulnerable. Deciding retreat was the best option, it quickly turned tail and ran, disappearing down the trail and into the thick foliage. Orgoth let out a satisfied but deep huff through his nose.

"Fyotu Goa...Lone hunter and viciously territorial. Unlikely we will run into any more." he said, continuing to walk with the Queen once things had settled down. "This festival you mentioned...What is it?" he then asked her; having never been inside a giant city except the main Order fortress, he had no clue of the customs and what was expected of him.

Orgoth was a bit confused why she was laughing too; strong as the Kitsune might be, Fyuto Goa were not creatures to be trifled with. Even more confusing was her apology; did her time spent trying to lead her people drive her mad? "No apologies needed; Fyuto Goa are strong, but also good to eat. I would have loved to battle it and slaughter the beast for food. Fyuto Goa meat is stringy, though, and must be bled and washed repeatedly. Not a fun one to prepare...Yaui Goa, however, very rich and fatty. Hard to kill but delicious to eat." he explained, continuing to walk. Nothing fancy like the cities might make, but presentation rarely mattered when food was more a matter of survival than civility.

When she asked about their ceremonies and rituals, he had to think on that for a moment; there wasn't really much the Wolves did, aside from the Bright Rock Renewal feast. But would that count as something she would attend? Unlikely, but he would still delve into it.

"Admittedly, the barbarian tribes care little for festivities; we only normally celebrate once a hunt is successful or we capture more land for our people. However, among the Wolves we celebrate the return of the Bright Rock, where it grows in size and its presence in the heavens above commands the attention of all. Our people view it as a symbol of the new dawn, and celebrate its return to its rightful place in the dark heavens." Naturally, he was referring to the first full moon after it seemingly vanished from the sky. And of course they would know next to nothing of astrology or astronomy. All they knew was that at certain times of the year, the Bright Rock would expand more after it had vanished from view during the night.

"For what we must wear, why does that matter? Clothing is meant to warm during the Great Freeze or cool during the warmer periods. Why does the choice of clothing affect the views of others so drastically?" he then asked, demonstrating yet even more of his ignorance of civilized society.

Indeed, the day went by without much to consider; the Wolf would have loved to join the hunt, as Fyuto Goa were excellent prey. However, his duty was not to indulge; he was here in service for their assistance to his people in the war. There would be time for such things later, though he did get to partake in the Goa meat during the evening feast. Something that made his sleep after Miwa would take his shift that much more deep and relaxing; and with the oil that they used not only as fuel for their furnaces but to quench the metal more evenly, they would find their steels more flexible and tough.

His slumber would soon be interrupted, however, as one of the attendants that would be accompanying them awoke him. Leaving the new robe before his doorstep as he went to answer, but found no one there. Opening it, he saw the attire that he would be forced to don; attempting to slide it over his head, he would see that his armor simply would not fit under the cloth. Letting a loud snort pass through his nostrils, he unshackled his armor and left the pieces strewn about his quarters. Even without the armor, the robe was constrictive...Like it was trying to suffocate him.

Even so, he knew his promise....Which meant having to let them don whatever attire they deemed appropriate. Thankfully, the weavers had seen fit to include his robe with loops to secure his massive blades to, meaning he would not travel unarmed. The sandals, however, were surprisingly comfortable; being extremely lightweight, he felt much lighter than he normally would. And the robe covered the area above his feet, hiding most of the scars from view. At the very least, the fabric was breathable...And with the soaps he was told to use, he - unknowingly to his own standards, of course - actually came across half-way decent.

Something that Miwa took note of as he went to double-check on the Queen; givign an approving nod, he said "Well now, Orgoth...And here I thought outsiders couldn't look presentable. The robe will certainly preserve your modesty much better than that clunky, unflattering plate-mail you insist on wearing." Orgoth just snorted, "The plate-mail kept me safe during the Great Battle; and this robe hinders my movement to a nearly intolerable amount. Were it not for my oath to serve I would rip this from my body in an instant."

Miwa snickered, "Yes, no doubt this type of ritual will take some getting used to. Just...For the Queen's sake, please don't make a big fuss about it; besides, your size alone will help it stretch some as you travel." The pair would remain silent after that, quickly running into the Queen and her guards; true to their nature, Orgoth would be the only 'Royal Guard' with her on this trip. Ko, Rai'thi and Miwa would remain here - despite the third one's silent protests - to ensure that the village remained safe. The conversation not missing Orgoth's ears; true enough, the horses - though large in their own right - would not be able to sustain his weight safely.

Even still, the giant seemed perplexed by the presence of such large Goa like these; he'd honestly never seen them before. "Impressed, Orgoth?" Miwa commented, seeing Orgoth run a smooth hand over the deep-red shell of the new turtle, feeling it shake as it took another breath. "Giant Land Turtles...Very useful and much quicker than their size might give away. No offense, but your body will simply be too much for our steeds to handle; these beautiful creatures, however, will be able to handle you most well. Now go on...Up you get." And with a slight jump of his massive figure, Orgoth's titanic form slid up the shell to sit on the turtle's back.

With that done, Miwa went to talk with the Queen, "M'lady...I wish you a safe travel. And don't worry, Ko, Rai'thi and myself will take good care of the village in your stead. And Yuit as well!" And when the commands were given, the gate was opened, the troupe soon leaving for the distant city of the Kobolds; it was their annual festivity to mark the turnover of the New Cycle, and it was here that Orgoth would find a people he'd never seen but could easily relate to...If his namesake were anything to go by.

The travel to the walled city was uneventful, save for a few run-ins with the local indigenous wildlife; soon upon arriving, however, Orgoth would see what appeared to be sizable two-legged hounds. And before them, several convoys lined up to the entrance, more of the strange creatures checking each wagon. Likely contraband and anything that could be used to bring harm to their people; as it was, a huge drawbridge was currently up, leading to a giant set of iron double-doors that was on the other side of a giant pit circumferencing the entire walled city. "What manner of beasts are those? To Goa do not stand, unless they attempt to better locate a scent." Orgoth asked, one of the other guards replying "These are the Merikan...Another race persecuted by the High Priest's genocidal campaign; they suffered what could be argued a far worse fate than us, however: The deplorable man used a specialized poison to eradicate but a few of their male counterparts, and even to this day the birth rate is low...So much so that their Elders have begun to allow the females to not only mate with more than one male, but even breed outside their species if they must."

However, the ones that were patrolling seemed to be quite strong, their noses eagerly sniffing the carts and wagons as they patrolled each caravan. "Ah, these must be the Kitsune; I'd recognize their scent from a mile away. Probably the best here; the rest of them have those horrible perfumes and soaps that make me wanna vomit" one Kobold soldier said as their convoy would be inspected next, the others grunting in agreement; Orgoth's brow raised, the same guard stating "This is why we use special soaps whenever we come to this kindgom; the Merikan have exceptionally sharp senses of smell, and most cleansers are far too over-powering for them." At least that alone made sense to Orgoth, now just waiting for them to give.

"OK, they're good! Open the gates and let them in!" one soldier barked loudly, the massive drawbridge being lowered down as the doors opened...And the doors opened to reveal stands right inside the city walls. Vendors selling everything from tools to cured meats, from a communal drinking pool to tournaments where soldiers were re-enacting their victories they had in the Great Battle. Music was played, but it wasn't the loud boisterous kind that Orgoth was expecting; in fact, had he not been listening, he might have missed it altogther. His eyes traveled from the sights in front of him to his sides as he disembarked, their mounts being taken aside to be treated for any injuries and fed properly.

Once inside the city walls, there was indeed plenty of activity: The Kitsune troupe and Orgoth would see plenty of Merikan females around, ranging from performance dancers to metalsmiths and of course, food vendors. One noticeable difference was that the females seemed to possess more humanoid features than the males, likely due to the increased cross-species breeding necessitated by the decimating nature of the Priest's poison. With the toppling of that despotic maniac though, it meant such occurrences could happen regularly again: The people could celebrate, trade openly, and virtually resume their normal ways of life.

For most of the Kitsune, they indeed had to cover their noses a little; there were plethoras of different species, including humans, that seemed to douse themselves in needlessly odoriferous washes; Orgoth was included in this, but seemed to try and focus on the pleasant scent of the food vendors. And with this, Orgoth would follow the Queen as she went to the some of the first stands, other of the soldiers dispersing as she, the sickly two-tails and the giant approached.

The female running the stand - a lithe thing in a simple black dress that was conservatively hiding her feminine features - was currently helping another customer, the trio watching as the patron (a brown-haired human dressed in brown cloth leggings and a tunic over a white undershirt) gave her coin for the purchase of a smoked bird leg before leaving. "Ah, welcome, welcome! You won't find an--" she started to greet cheerfully, but when she laid eyes on Orgoth the ears atop her head flattened in slight shock and fear; Merikan males were already scary enough, but this one! He looked like he could eat them all and still have room for seconds!

"How much for meat? " Orgoth then asked; truth be told, his mouth watered from the scent of her kills. Whatever she was doing made them far more appealing than anything he'd ever come across. "I-I-Uhm...Sorry, twenty for a half-side, thirty for a flank and if you want smaller portions we can negotiate by stones." she tried to say, her deep-green eyes trying to not show fear but doing very little in succeeding. Orgoth smiled, unintentionally in a rather maniacal manner as he eyed the Merikan woman, "A half-side will be a great starter! I'm half-tempted to jump back and devour everything you have, it smells delicious!"

"Ah, I-I see..." the stall-maiden replied meekly, Orgoth giving the Queen a confused look; wasn't complimenting the smell of food a good thing? Indeed, the titan had much to learn about presenting himself. And Orgoth was so absorbed by the food that he missed the rather humorous scene between Oele and Pin-ro; sure enough, Merikan and other passerby were getting a good laugh from the scene in question as they moved along. Yes, at some point, they would have to find a high-point

No ill will to be found here; not that anyone would really think of stirring up trouble during a festival meant to celebrate the Merikan's version of the cycle of renewal. The High Priest had done enough of that, therefore very few would even think of spoiling such a joyous time with thoughts of malice or anger. Even Orgoth seemed to be getting into the spirit of the festival, a wide grin splitting his face as he downed the whole side of meat in what seemed like seconds; thankfully for Tiri'ol it seemed the Merikan males ate the same way, so at the very least she wouldn't have to worry about him being viewed as a slob from their hosts's point of view.

After the party had gotten their meats, they would go on to explore the rest of the festival, seeing other stands like ironsmithing and seamstresses selling dress of a variety of colors. It seemed the Merikan didn't mind flair in their clothing, so long as it didn't overtly sexualize their women, meaning that any chance of showing leg or chest was virtually null. Not that any one person in the Kitsune group would likely mind; after all, there were plenty of races and cultures where the women were viewed as mere objects of lust and desire.

In any event, the group would come across a rather interesting spectacle this year: Theater combat, a spectacle where Merikan actors would play out the various battles and triumph's of their civilization's history. Granted it wasn't uncommon for a host to both entertain and educate the crowd about their culture, but the Merikan were usually quite withdrawn and reserved. The closest thing they'd ever done is have a number of their people at famous landmarks within the walled city, going on and retelling the legends of fabled Merikan heroes and the first of their kind to build the walls and such.

"Oh, let's watch this!" Orgoth proclaimed excitedly; of course, where he was from, the 'play combat' was a good deal more violent and more often than not they actually hurt each other. But he didn't need to know that; as it was, he seemed fairly content with watching the 'battles' unfold. Especially when it came time when there were Merikans dressed up as Order Templars and Knights, doing everything they could to make them look as silly as possible; the high-pitched squeals of laughter from the Merikan children showed that it was working too.

One of the other guards, meanwhile, went off of his own volition and asked a Merikan stall vendor nearby where a decent high-point would be; returning to the Queen's side, he then said "If Oele still wishes, Your Grace, there's an overlook at the eastern-most end of the village. A hallowed spot of meditation that overlooks the entire village...Perhaps after this is over, we could all travel over there?"