Orin The Great Ch. 04

"We will meet here at noon." Fifi decided. "Then we can discuss what we will be making for supper... And of course, Orin's cock!"

The two women, Jaelle and Fifi, quickly ushered the rest away. They went as far as heading over to where the elders waited for their chores.

"You won't be watching the children today, but you will be starting up a new fishing net." Jaelle told them. "We will come back to help you once we have gone to gather the last of the rent clothing."

The elders grumbled at first, as for a moment they thought they would have a free day to do nothing at all. Since putting a net together was preferable to chasing children all over, they soon got their materials together and undertook the work.

Convinced everything was taken care of, Jaelle and Fifi started off toward the hut Orin would be found in. They thought they had taken care of every loose end, but there was still one that had slipped them by. This was the sorceress Sundri, who had chosen not to be seen. The older woman followed the two gypsies, hearing them giggle and compliment their selves on how easily they had tricked the rest.

"Did you hear what Kizzy said?" Fifi reminded her friend. "If we sleep with the one, we must also sleep with the other one."

"I am taking Orin!" Jaelle insisted. "You can shut your eyes with that Bartram fellow!"

"Oh, no!" Fifi refused. "I want Orin, too!"

"I suppose..." Jaelle started, before she widened her eyes and blushed. "We may have to take them both!"

The gypsies were still laughing when Sundri stopped following them.

"Everything looks to be well in hand for my two cockle-men." The sorceress said, only now becoming visible. "I think I will go out to the river and see what sort of trouble I can get into there."

Bartram was sitting up, too lazy to do more than put his trousers on so far that morning, when the pair of gypsy women came in. The hut was still dark, but not as dark as it had been the previous night. This allowed him to see the women's faces clearly, and the intentions they showed on those faces. Both were ogling his young companion, half-hidden under a wool blanket and still asleep.

"We have heard a rumor, that we must bed two men for the price of one in this hut." Jaelle started.

The archer thought to tease them. "You heard correctly."

Because the women looked coquettish already, he thought they would laugh and try to talk him into leaving. Bartram was surprised to see both women undressing.

"Well." He smiled. "I suppose we must wake Orin then."

The man gently tugged on Orin's blanket, slowly revealing more and more of his robust frame until he lay entirely exposed. Both gypsies looked to swoon at that princely nude form their eyes took in.

"Look at his cock!" Jaelle whispered to her accomplice.

"I am!" Fifi bit her bottom lip. "I am looking very closely at it!"

"We decided that I am to take Orin first." Jaelle reminded the other.

"Yes." Fifi confirmed. "I suppose I will be stuck with Bartram!"

"Oh, do you want to be stuck with me?" The archer joked.

"I am married." Fifi revealed. "I shouldn't be stuck with any man except for my husband."

"And where is that lucky man today?"

"He went to town to forge horseshoes all day. A pity for me, but that will soon turn out to be a pity for him."

Because Fifi had already taken off her outer layer of clothing, it was easy for the archer to become excited at looking at her. When her cloth brassiere was removed to reveal her large peaches, Bartram pulled at his trousers to show his growing arousal.

"We will be stuck together," Fifi flirted. "The moment I loosen up this last garment from my waist."

While Jaelle undressed, the naked Fifi went over to stand beside where Bartram sat. The man took her arm and pulled her down with him, causing them both to laugh. Jaelle, by contrast, still had to wake her partner up.

Perhaps you can imagine Orin's surprise, when he came out of his pleasant slumber and opened his eyes to a fresh day. The first thing he sensed was a hand on his cock, and the second was hearing a woman's laugh over by where Bartram had slept. Right after this, a good length of black hair dropped over Orin's stomach and groin. The young man looked to see the top of a woman's head, a moment before he felt her mouth on that very sensitive part of his body.

Orin gasped, as this was an entirely new sensation for him. The woman's mouth was clenched around his manhood, sucking at him as if he were a sugar cane. His cock that had been on its way to becoming rigid went up like a banner pole. One groan after another jumped out of his mouth, as the sucking became more aggressive and more stimulating for him.

Loud laughter to Orin's side caused him to look over. He identified one of the gypsy women he'd briefly met the day before, the one with juicy breasts named Fifi. But wasn't that a married woman, he wondered, as he saw Bartram pulling her down next to him, and next the man sliding on top of her.

The archer was breaking one of the rules, the young man understood, the rule that said be careful about seducing a married woman because her husband might come along in a jealous tirade. Not that Bartram looked like he would be kicking the woman out of the hut anytime soon.

If his friend was bedding Fifi, then who was it that was giving Orin such good lip service? He raised his head, watching black hair bob up and down on his cock. Another series of heavy breaths left Orin's mouth, as this mystery woman that surely was not Tala continued her sensual rhythm.

When the woman finally let him go and turned her eyes toward Orin's, he found that it was Fifi's friend. He had already forgotten this woman's name. What his mind had not vanquished away was her large breasts, which he saw when she began to crawl over his body. Those big handfuls were still very clear in his mind, and especially now that they were looming toward his face. The breasts had great, big brown splotches on their ends, unlike the gentler colorations of the two women he had bedded previously.

"A good morning to you, Orin." Jaelle said, mounting him from the waist.

"Good morning." Orin automatically replied.

He saw the woman grip his cock, before she settled her weight down on him. Like Tala from the night before, she had a thick tangle of hair between her legs. This must be what all gypsy women look like down there, the young man assumed, although he was not complaining about it.

Fifi had juicy breasts, but this woman's were much bigger. The moment Jaelle had absorbed him, she began rubbing her insides on him. At the same time, Orin had reached out to clasp her big pendulums. They felt as good as they looked, he decided.

Sundri could have used magic to enhance her beauty, but she decided against it. The mature magician felt she still had a good enough figure, with her lean waist and her gentle, soft curves, and that she would be able to attract a man with little effort. For this reason, she walked out to a grassy spot on the river's edge and slipped away from her clothing. In full sight of the handful of small fishing boats, she reclined herself onto the grass and waited. The gypsy men saw her, of course, and they moved their boats closer together so they could talk about her.

One boat came closer, and then a second. A third boat only passed by, with the man on it looking but pretending not to. This fisherman was the man she'd bedded with last night, but today, since he was a married man, he would only look from a distance. The men on the other two boats stayed close while the third boat moved away. Finally, one man used a long pole to push his vessel closer to shore.

"It isn't safe for a woman to lie nude like you are." The man said, coyly. "There is no telling when a man might come by to take advantage of her."

"You have it backwards." Sundri replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I am looking to take advantage of a man."

The sorceress wondered which sort of man would be bold enough to approach her first, and now she had her answer. It was a man in his mid-thirties, about the same age as her friend Bartram. This gypsy had black hair that was curly, and black eyes that gave him a wary, suspicious look.

"I have a jar of oil here." She reached to her side to retrieve the item, but in truth she was using her magic to get it from her hidden storage place. "It is a perfume with a scent of lavender. If you are willing to leave your boat, I would like for you to rub this oil all over my body."

The man chuckled, as he floated the boat closer to her. He jumped into the shallows, taking a moment to drag his boat over wet soil so the current would not take it away. The jar of oil was soon in his hands.

Sundri was on her stomach at first, feeling the gypsy's hands on her back and legs, before he felt the swells of her backside. He rubbed his hands on the inner edges of her thighs. When Sundri rolled over, he repeated the erotic massage on her front. His hands were rough and calloused like sandpaper, unlike her silken skin. When the gypsy's hard fingers rubbed between her legs, and poked their way into her, the sorceress raised her upper body up on her elbows and lifted her eyes toward the sky. The man's fingers pulsed into her repeatedly, making her hotter each time.

This gypsy stripped his clothes, showing a body full of hair on the arms, chest and back. It didn't deter Sundri's want for him, as she had slept with a number of exotic men before, from many different places. His cock became a little guide to adventure, as it led that man between Sundri's legs, until it prodded into her and found the treasure it was looking for. With a number of men on their fishing boats watching, this gypsy that had dared more than the rest made love to her. Only when they were finished did she find out his name was Yano.

"There is a rumor spreading that you are a witch." He told her, seemingly having forgotten his original reason for being out there on the river. Now, the man seemed content to simply lie by her side and let the day pass him by.

"I might be." Sundri replied. "What if I am able to turn you into a toad? Would that frighten you away from me?"

Yano laughed. "I've heard many women claim they are witches, but I have never seen one that can produce any evidence. You only say you are a witch to scare others, but you are no witch."

"You are right, I suppose." Sundri smiled at him. "I have no power over others unless others believe I have power over them."

"You see? You scare those who let their selves become scared. Since we have cleared that out of the road, tell me why you travel with these two men, one of who is so much younger than you are. I thought at first that he was your son, but he isn't, is he?"

Sundri laughed. "No, Orin is not my son! He is my lover. Both of them are!"

Yano joined her in laughter, clearly not believing her. "Next you will tell me how you can fly to the moon. Be honest. What is the true reason you travel with them?"

"Well, I must." She changed tactics. "I hired both of them to watch over me while I travel on all these desolate roads. Bartram is a good archer who can hunt, and Orin is a good squire who can fend off a bandit or two. I had a home once, but that home is no longer there for me, and so I travel to new places to find new men to bed. What a stroke of fortune that I ran into you, isn't it?"

Yano grinned. "Your face is so unlike the faces of the women I am accustomed to looking at, and so is your skin. Your talk is eloquent and you have good manners. If you were wearing fine garments in a nobleman's court, you would easily pass for a lady."

"If only I had fine garments." Sundri went along with his impressions, as erroneous as they were. "Do you know, my hireling Orin does like to find an adventure every so often. Do you know of any misdeeds or trouble to be found in these parts?"

"Most people turn away from trouble, not toward it."

"Orin is as stubborn as a stump."

"Hmm." Yano considered. "I have a brother that works at a mine by Red Rock Fort. The story is that a pack of demons is haunting that region, chasing the miners out of the mine and keeping the frightened people near to the fort. Many of them are leaving, as without the mine, there is no wealth to be had for anyone. The magistrate there is offering a reward to anyone who can rid them of the demons. Your Orin can't best a pack of demons, can he?"

"I don't think he can." Sundri replied. "What man can defy demons?"

"Of course he can't." Yano assumed. "What he can do is get hired on by the fort constable. That man is always looking for men to help guard the fort and to keep the people living in it feeling safe. If Orin can swing a sword as well as you say he can, he can simply stand guard at the fort and collect some coin for it at the end of the day. That other man Bartram might do the same, as there are many more men leaving Red Rock than there are entering it."

"I will mention it to him." Sundri decided. "It is unfortunate that I am not a witch. If I was, I would seduce you into making love to me again."

"You don't need a magic spell for that." Yano grinned. "All you have to do is spread your thighs and I will do it."

Sundri laughed lightly. She'd just said she couldn't seduce Yano, but in truth, that was exactly what she had done, only he hadn't noticed it.

Trouble looked to be brewing that night in the gypsy camp. Either several women had admitted to their peers that they had slept with Orin and Bartram, or else their rivals had figured it all out. With every gypsy woman of bedding age snapping at their rivals or giving them the evil eye, the gypsy men began to grow their own suspicions. The men grew grudges, not against their women, but toward these foreigners that had come in to stir up their usual routines.

The gypsy who had bedded Sundri on the riverbank walked up to her and yelled at her before several of his kin. To the sorceress, it was obvious someone had put him up to treating her this way. Once Yano stopped yelling, he pulled Sundri along next to him in a rough manner, even as Orin and Bartram stood up to defend her.

"You stay here!" Yano snapped at the two men. "There is a rumor that this woman has raised a falsehood against my wife! I will find out the truth of it!"

"Don't worry." Sundri told her companions. "I will clear this up and be back before you know it."

Anxiously, Orin and Bartram stood helpless as Yano led Sundri between two huts, a short distance from where the gypsies were sitting.

"Now what did you say about my wife?" Yano demanded.

The sorceress turned her back toward the campfire. "What is happening here?"

"Many things." Yano answered in a low voice, but for the benefit of his audience he still acted menacing around her. "The fat woman that Orin slighted has gotten half the men here riled up. They might try to poison your food tonight, or burst into your hut when you are asleep to hurt all of you."

"I never said that!" Sundri shouted at him, loud enough for everyone to hear her. Barely holding back a smirk, she gave her back again. "We should leave, do you think?"

Yano waved his arms at her as if he were yelling, but he kept his tone low. "I do not know. If you try to leave camp, assuredly some men will follow you three back to the ferry landing. You cannot stay here and you cannot leave without any trouble."

"Oh, these backwater women are always the same." Sundri recollected. "You were a good lover to me, Yano, but now you must do something to show your people you are no coward. I'm going to slap you across the face. I want you to do the same to me."

Yano showed a hint of surprise beneath his false aggression.

"This is the only way." Sundri said, before she launched a good, loud smack across his bow.

Reflexively, Yano raised his fist before her, as if a man had struck him. He could not bring himself to land that fist, and after a moment he merely shoved the sorceress to the ground.

Sundri cried out. "No! Don't hurt me! What have I ever done to deserve this?"

Orin and Bartram came to her rescue, both men ready to scuffle with their hands, as they were not carrying their weapons at the time. They did not expect Sundri to hop back up right away and stand before them.

"Take me away from this hairy brute!" She demanded in a wounded tone. "These gypsy men are uncivilized savages! Take me into the hut, quickly!"

Bartram was ready to defend her honor, Sundri observed, but Orin, he had fire in his eyes.

She kept up her charade. "Orin, he's broken my arm! Look at how it dangles now!"

Finally, she distracted her two men enough for them to see she was playing the part. Bartram, being a worldlier sort, suspected a ruse, and slapped at Orin's arm to get the young man moving. With one man to either side of her, they escorted Sundri toward the hut they'd used previously.

"Blast and spit." The archer huffed. "It's as dark as the Devil's armpits in here. I'll have to go back out to snatch up a lantern."

"No need." Sundri replied. "Only stand next to the door while I weave a spell for us."

In less than three breaths, the sorceress had created an amber light directly in the middle of empty air at the level of her chest. The glow looked just as if it came from a normal oil lantern.

The sorceress was giggling. "Once, a very long time ago, I practiced as an actress. What do you think of my role that I entered for the benefit of those gypsy gossips?" She put the back of her hand against her forehead and cried out. "Oh, that man has pushed me so hard he has broken my head and my neck, and curved my spine and caused me to become bowlegged! Oh, my aching buttocks!"

It was only when Sundri began laughing that the tension of the two men was seen to dissipate.

"Did that man really push you or not?" Orin wondered.

"No, he did not." Sundri verified to him. "That was Yano. He came to give me a warning that the jealous women here want to start trouble with us, and that this trouble will not easily be stopped. Those women have gotten the men stirred up like hornets, and if the men don't come after us, then the women will."

"Let them come!" Orin shouted at the doorway.

"You are so cute when you're angry!" Sundri grinned at him. "I hope you have gotten as much of a look at a gypsy camp as you need, because I think it is time for us to head to the road. Gather your things quickly, while I see to it that we will not be seen."

The men had left their swords and sheaths in the hut, as the local custom was not to carry arms all over the normally peaceful village. Besides the weapons, they had their hats and cloaks. Everything else they owned was hidden away in Sundri's magic storage place.

"I'll go first." Bartram said. "Sundi will be in the middle, and Orin, you will come up at the last."

The young man nodded that he would.

Sundri stood in the center of the hut, waving her hands until soft blue trails were seen following her fingertips. "Both of you will have to follow me. Keep close to my tracks and don't reach out to touch anything. Orin, you especially need to keep your hands at your sides so you won't ruin my spell. If we are all ready, then follow me. And don't say one word until I tell you to!"

The sorceress was the first out of the hut, with the men close behind. Sundri still held her glowing light, using its subdued illumination to lead them away from the fire where the gypsies were gathered. She coursed around a few huts, and close to several villagers, before she found the path that would lead them out.

Several times, Orin and Bartram had to stop and glance at one another. None of the gypsies were paying any attention to them. The men and women were sitting together and talking as if the adventurers were not even there!

The only living creature that noticed them was an old dog. It lifted his head to watch them for a short time, until the three had traversed enough of the path to be obscured in the foliage and were no longer seen.