Hilo's Tower Tales 02: Lend a Hand

He said, "I'm sorry I interrupted you." If he was sorry, why didn't he go away? "I understand your situation is urgent. Believe me, how I understand! I came in here to do just what you're doing."

He laughed softly, and she realized his smile and his laugh were actually quite lovely. It was sad that he laughed so rarely. He glanced at the dildo on the floor and then winked at her. "Well, maybe not exactly what you're doing, but close enough. Um, I was wondering, could I- um- you know, watch?"

Clearly, Romo Sylvarin was out of his fucking elfie mind. Then again, he seemed like he sort of needed someone to be his friend. But was this really the time and place to make friends? She must have had a look because he scrambled for further explanation, "I mean, I won't touch you or anything, it's just that I..." He lowered his head and groaned. "Oh, Gods. These Powers are turning me into a fucking pervert. Moira, I'm sorry. I'll just go."

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Romo could not believe his own audacity. "Can I watch?" Did he actually allow that to come out of his mouth? What the Hells was he thinking? This girl obviously wanted to be alone with her orc anatomy book and her wooden... "orc anatomy". He felt disgusting. He wanted Princess Mercédeon, but he was completely unworthy of her. He should just let this poor girl be.

As he turned to go, Moira suddenly jumped up off her blanket and grabbed his arm. "No, wait," she said. "It's all right. You can stay. Just don't tell Céde. About the orc thing, I mean. She might get mad." Then she glanced at her toy and smiled, "Besides, I might need a Physic when I get done with that monster."

Orcs, he thought. He couldn't imagine having to look too close at such an ugly thing, all tusk-faced and beady-eyed. Orc manners were brash at best, and they had thicker skulls than mountain goats. Never mind their dreadful stench. Was the appeal only in having a prick the size of a battering ram? Maybe for Moira, it was. He gave her a smile and said, "I won't tell Mercédeon. I promise."

She sat back down and glanced at her book. He'd spoiled her fantasy, and Romo felt bad about that. Then she looked up at him and patted the floor beside her. "You can share my blanket, if you want."

She closed her eyes, returned her hand to her labia, and continued from where she left off, just like that. How could she do that in such an awkward situation? However, Moira usually went with the other Sorcerers after a session. If she had ever been shy about sex, the frequent orgies would have put an end to that.

He sat down in front of her, where he had a clear view of her vagina. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short and neat, so he could see her tender folds, blushing deep pink with her desire. She was quite wet, and more juices flowed as she worked herself back up. Moira used four fingers, vigorously rubbing her labia and her clitoris.

Romo finished opening his pants, releasing the pressure on his cock. As he spit in his palm and started to stroke himself, Moira opened her eyes briefly and smiled at him. He pumped in time with Moira's movements. Every time she dipped those fingers inside herself, Romo felt a little jolt of pleasure. She worked herself into an orgasm, with all four fingers pumping in and out. She moaned and rocked against her own hand as she rode the waves of her climax.

Romo slowed, only playing with himself, as he watched her come down. She looked cute, her hair a mess, her glasses cocked to one side, as she panted for breath. She came around after a minute and watched him. She pushed her glasses back in place and licked her lips. It looked like she was thinking, planning something. He was afraid she might try to touch him, when he really did want to keep himself (what was left anyway) for Mercédeon.

Then Moira said, "Romo, would you, um, help me with this, maybe?" By "this", she meant the fake monster prick on the floor. He had given himself a firm rule against cheating on Mercédeon. Did ramming a wooden orc cock up a human woman's pussy count as cheating? Moira bit her bottom lip, then she almost pouted, "Please, Romo?"

Well, the rule wasn't that firm. It was more of an ideal, really. It's not like he was married to the princess, not yet. She wasn't even accepting his courtship. And this woman had a real need for his assistance. His compassion wouldn't possibly allow him to deny her urgent request. He had to help her. It was only the right thing to do, after all. "What do you want me to do?"

"Get behind me and put it in. Then, when I'm ready, you fuck me with it, hard. And maybe, if you could, growl and snarl a little bit?" She wrinkled up her face showing her teeth, put her hands up in claws, and gave him a very girlie example, "Grrr, grr."

Romo pressed his lips together hard to keep from laughing at her. When he'd collected himself, he gave her solemn nod. "My lady, I am at your service. I will do my beastly best."

She looked at him over the rim of her spectacles and cocked a brow at him. It looked like she doubted his ability to be a monster. He frowned at her, picked up her dildo and tapped her inner thigh with it. Then, feeling stupid but going with it, he roared, "Arrgh! On your knees, wench! You're going to take what's coming to you!"

She half giggled and half squealed as she turned around and got on her knees. He brought the dildo up between her legs and paused. Compared to the size of her cunt, the toy was ridiculously huge. It was what she wanted, but he couldn't hurt her. She moaned as he rolled the length of the lacquered wood in her thick fluids, lubricating the entire thing. As he turned it, he also drew it back and forth, teasing the tip of it against her sensitive clit. At the same time, Romo opened up his abilities, touching her mind. If she was in any real pain, he would end it.

Using his Power again, and under such circumstances, his balls felt heavy and his cock throbbed with his own aching need to cum. He focused on Moira, and pressed the head of her toy at her entrance. Slowly, carefully, he worked the shaft until the head disappeared inside, and her tight muscles strained around the wooden shaft.

She whined, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, yes, yeeees!" Her thoughts read exhilaration and a level of arousal that was new to her. She was fascinated by the feel of the carved veins, so Romo slowly twisted as he pulled back and reentered her. He pumped her slowly, giving her a little more length with every push.

Romo moaned as he watched the junction between her body and the shaft. Her juices kept coming, further slicking the dildo and his hand. Her thoughts, her pleasure, mixed with his own. It made him want to toss the dildo aside and take her with his own aching cock. He drew a finger down the crack of her ass. He could put his cock inside there, and really fuck the Hells out of her. But he wouldn't do that.

He pushed the dildo in further until he felt resistance, and she startled a bit. He backed it up, noting just how far he go could with it. Remembering his role, he growled at her, "Are you ready take my nasty orc prick?"

Her laugh was breathless as she cried, "Ooh, yes! Faster!"

Romo picked up the pace, and he put his free hand to her crotch playing his fingers through her liquid. He flicked her swollen clit and she screamed at him, "Oooooo fuck! Yes!"

He got his hand good and wet, then wrapped it around his own need. He thrust his hips, fucking his palm as he fucked Moira with the big dildo. He let the tip of his cock brush against her soft thigh and the curve of her butt. All the while, he kept his eyes on that dark, wet, wooden rod squelching in and out of her stretched pussy. In moments, his snarling and growling sounds were no longer just pretend.

Her noises changed, losing her language to animal grunts and squeals. Her thoughts reached a state of near euphoria. She was getting close, and so was he. He was going to cum all over her ass. It was going to be a mess, not appropriate at all, but he didn't give a damn anymore.

She rocked back hard, and he quickly had to back it up so she didn't hurt herself. She shook her head, and her glasses went flying as she screamed her passion. Her mind reached that white hot moment of perfect bliss at the same time as his own. As her pussy squirted juice all over his hand, his cock pulsed hard, and spattered her buttocks and her legs. He kept the dildo going in her as she came over the crest of her orgasm, and he spurted another smaller amount of cum that landed right on the crevice of her ass. The sight caused a third and final spasm, and he was finished.

Moira started to pull away. All pretending aside, Romo warned, "Wait. Let me help you." He worked the toy out of her pussy as carefully as he had put it in. That thing was too big for her. She was going to be bruised and sore, but she didn't have to be. He kept his mind locked on hers for a moment longer, put his fingertips against her gaping hole, and sent his healing Power into her. He wasn't expecting her to cum again as he put her back together, but she pushed back against his hand and softly cried out as her muscles briefly gripped his fingers.

She turned around and sat on her knees. "Thank you," she said.

Romo smiled at her, "My pleasure." He took a handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to her. It wasn't going to be enough to clean up, but it was all he had.

Moira grinned and handed the cloth back to him. She reached over to grab her bag and said, "I came prepared." She took a towel out, and knelt in front of him to wipe the dribble of jiz from the tip of his cock. As she started cleaning herself up, she said, "You know, you should come to the after parties, Romo. We always have a lot of fun."

He could well imagine the fun they had. In fact, he often did fantasize about their fun while relieved his own sexual tension by himself. He chuckled and said, "I'll bet you do."

Moira stared at him just long enough for him to feel uncomfortable. Then, very softly, she said, "Céde's never going to leave Jorak. You know that, don't you? And even if she did, Céde understands us. She's a Sorcerer, too."

He didn't know how to respond to that, so he just gave her a small smile and a nod. Moira continued to speak as she put her clothes back on. "Anyway, if you need somebody, I mean somebody to talk to, or whatever, I can be your friend. If you want?"

A friend was something he did need. He had gotten to know the other Sorcerers a little, but they weren't really friends. Mercédeon wanted to be his friend, and he considered her such. But his feelings for her made it difficult to talk to her like a normal person.

Moira spoke his language so easily, and it put him at ease. Of course, she had a human accent, meaning she had no accent at all. Most elves could tell where another was from based on the dialect. When a book learned person like Moira spoke ylf'nim, it was as generic as it could be. However, she spoke quickly, not having to pause and figure out the next word she needed. And he did not have to talk slow at her like she was dense. She was kind and intelligent. She was even sort of cute, for a human.

"Yes, I'd like that, Moira. Do you, um, want to do something later? Something that doesn't involve wooden peckers or bodily fluids?"

She laughed, and it was a sound he was really starting to like. "How about alcoholic fluids? Meet me at the Shades' Club after supper tonight?"

"Yes, all right."

"Hey, Romo? Have you seen my glasses?"

He picked her specs off the floor and wiped them with his unused handkerchief. He checked them in the light to make sure they weren't scratched, then gave them back to her. As she set them on her nose, she gave him a dimpled smile and said, "Thank you."

Moira slung her bag over her shoulder and started for the door. As she did, Romo couldn't help but watch the little wiggle in her fine hips as she walked away. She was nearly as smart as Mercédeon, and she was actually more than a little cute... for a human.

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...Romo and Moira are still good friends. They talk all the time, go out and drink, play cards and tiles together. They share each others secrets, and every once in while, they help each other out in a different sort of way. I don't know if they'll ever figure out that they should really be together, and who knows? Maybe what they've got is just what's best for them.

Speaking of friendships, you and I have looked all over this kitchen, and we've not found a single bottle of hooch. New friends should share a bottle or two, shouldn't they? It's important, I think.

Now, we're on a mission. I bet the chef's got it all stashed in his room. Probably got the bottles tucked up under his bed! Wouldn't it be something if we could get in there and take the whiskey right out from under his bum?

So, what do you say? Want to help me break into Cooky's boudoir?