Orin The Great Ch. 08

"In three days, the moon will be full." Bartram mentioned. "Are you ready to cockle the Lady, Orin?"

"I don't know if I am." The young man admitted. "Sundri thrust me into her plot. I had no idea about it until she told me. I wish she would have told me her plan from the start, as I'm sure she has more in store for me, if and when I am declared a knight."

"If you ask me, she has done this once already." Bartram suggested. "I believe she has taken these very same steps with another man."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I can't prove it, but yes, that is what I think. Is that what you want, for Sundri to mold you into whatever fantasy she has in her mind?"

"But she knows so much more than I do." Orin frowned. "And so do you, my friend Bartram. You have both helped me out so much already. I do want to find greatness in my life, as my father did before me. I believe Sundri has the best of intentions. As long as her plan goes along with mine, then yes, I want her to help me. But is it cheating for me to gain knighthood this way, through skullduggery and magic?"

"Orin, what do you know about court politics?"

"Nothing."

"Do you think every knight earns his title because he is pure and ethical?" The archer grinned. "That is naive thinking. Most knights are named for political reasons. A minor lord can name all of his friends as knights, so he can brag that he has a dozen men at arms at his back. In some royal courts, I have seen play actors and singers knighted, which is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of, as those men have never held a sword in their safe and soft lives. You, Orin, you look like a good squire already, and you also carry yourself that way. After your performance against the sons of the nobles you put on, you can see that you well qualify to be among their number, as all of those men are official knights already. Sundri is giving you a chance that you would be hard-pressed to find anywhere else at your present age. Take the chance, Orin, and make something of yourself that most men will never achieve."

"By putting my cock into Lady Oryala?"

"Well, if you don't do it, I will!" Bartram laughed.

"And what is so funny?" The young and handsome Crispin stepped into their private room. He wore a beige robe with blue markings on the edges, shucking the item off as he reached the edge of the bath. Revealed to the two bathers was his lean and taut body. "I was busy with another client, but no longer. That was only an oil massage, mind you. Now, who wants me to cuddle with them, the older man or the younger? Or do you both want me? It will cost you extra!"

Orin observed Crispin's semi-erect cock, as he eased into the bath. "I will have you first."

"Oh?" Crispin flirted back. "And can I have you as well?"

"No, not yet." Orin refused softly.

Crispin rolled his eyes at Bartram. "Your friend likes to poke, but he doesn't like to be poked. Not yet, he said. I think we should both take him, one right after the other. Turn around, Orin. Let us see that plump backside of yours."

"Let him decide, in his own time." Bartram said, evenly.

"Don't be angry, I was only joking." Crispin chuckled. "Very well, Orin. Take your cock and put it in my arse. When you finish, you can watch me do the same to Bartram."

He really was handsome, Orin considered, as Crispin made his way through the water to him. This time, Orin didn't mind kissing the other man, or feeling the flesh of his body as Crispin was doing to him. When Crispin touched his cock, Orin was ready to return that touch. Crispin was as long as Orin, but thinner slightly. Not for the first time, Orin wondered what it would feel like to be bedded by another man. Perhaps next time, he might take that step.

Orin turned Crispin around, making that man lean over and stretch his arms out to either side. He pushed his cock into that man's backside, while Bartram watched with hungry, wanting eyes.

Far away from Castra Devana, and in a secluded forest, Sundri and Miriam were seen exiting a carriage. The sorceress had already paid the driver ahead of time, and since the women carried no luggage, she straightaway led the younger girl along a narrow dirt path. The driver called out to his two horses, prompting the carriage to kick up a small cloud of dust as it set off.

"Where are we going?" Miriam asked. "You've been tight-lipped about it ever since we left the castle."

"No one can know where we have come from, or what we are doing here." Sundri answered. "This cannot get back to Lady Oryala. The apothecary at the castle told me about this place. It is a colony for witches. It should be found a short distance from here, along the coastline."

"A colony of witches?" Miriam inquired. "Why would you come here?"

"They have a few ingredients that I need."

"What ingredients?"

"If you must know," Sundri relented. "Pith and crushed glass to absorb and hold magic, bones from an infant ground into powder..."

"Bones from an infant? What possible use would you have for that?"

"An infant that died from natural causes." Sundri deflected the query.

"What are we doing here, Sundri?"

The sorceress gave her apprentice an impatient glance, before she set off walking again. They came to the end of the copse of trees, mostly beech and birch, before they found the start of rows of dunes made up of white sand. "Good, the apothecary said it would be close."

The two women strode past a dozen huts made of simple wattle and daub, with large, dried leaves for roofing. At the water's edge, they observed seven witches in black and brown robes standing and chanting. One witch held a black cat up in the air, before she tossed the feline into the waves. Naturally, the cat splashed into the water and right away began crying out and swimming back to shore. A scramble ensued among the witches, as they hurried to catch the cat.

"What exactly are you women doing?" Sundri announced, causing several of the witches to turn and look at her, and at Miriam standing next to her.

"It is a banishment spell." One witch revealed. "We are trying to be rid of our bad luck by throwing the cat out into the water, but it keeps swimming back."

"What a lot of amateurs." Sundri scolded the entire bunch. "Can you even boil water in a cauldron without burning it?"

"Can you do better?" The same witch asked.

"Of course I can. Leave the cat be."

The moment the witches stopped chasing the feline, Sundri waved her hand in the air. The cat saw this and came trotting over. She picked it up. "How far do you need this cat to go?"

"As far as possible." A witch replied. "We don't want our bad luck to return, do we?"

"These witches are as competent as you are, Miriam." Sundri huffed. She threw the cat in the air, causing it to disappear. "There! It is done. That cat will never come back this time, because it is too far into the ocean. It will never be seen again. As fate would have it, your streak of bad luck is indeed over, and that is because I have arrived. There are a few things I need, and I will pay you very handsomely if you were to get them for me. Who is in charge?"

"Why are we here, Sundri?" Miriam asked. "I don't understand why we left the castle in the first place. What if Orin gets into trouble? We should go back!"

"Keep your mouth shut." Sundri demanded, giving her apprentice an icy stare. "Why would you think you are going back? Don't try my patience here, Miriam. If you do, I may just toss you out as far into the ocean as I did that cat." She turned away. "Now, as I was just asking, who is in charge here?"

Not knowing what to expect from Sundri, Miriam thought it wiser to keep quiet.

Back in Castra Devana, on the night of the first full moon, a servant of the Lady gave a message to Bartram. In turn, the archer passed the message on to Orin. The young man was to wait for a knock on his chamber door. A servant would then lead him to the Lady's chamber, where he was expected to perform his duties with her.

"Are you nervous, Orin?" Bartram asked, while both men waited in their chamber.

"To be honest, I have grown weary of being here. There is nothing exciting to do past finding new partners to bed with. Is court life always like this?"

"In times of peace it is." The archer nodded. "Enjoy the moments with Oryala. It is not often that a commoner such as yourself gets to cockle a woman that has aspirations to be a queen. If all ends well, your son will be a prince."

"My son?" Orin frowned. "No one will ever know he is my son. He will never know I am his father."

"Don't think of that. Think of what your new title will be. Make way for Sir Orin of Castra Devana! Can you imagine the crier announcing that whenever you ride by? I promise you, it will all be worth it."

"I suppose." Orin turned toward the door, when he heard the knock. "There is the signal, Bartram."

"Orin, when you are bedding the Lady, will you think of me?"

"What?" The young man asked. "What kind of nonsense is that?"

"I only meant that you might imagine it is me bedding her, instead of you."

"Oh, I see now. I thought you wanted me to imagine your scrawny arse in the place of the Lady's ample one. Fine, I will pretend I am Bartram when I am on top of her."

The knock came again.

"Let me go to perform my duties." Orin said, before he walked out.

An old and trusted servant took the young man to the Lady's chamber. In a discreet manner, she opened the fateful door and ushered Orin inside, before shutting the door behind him. Orin stepped in, seeing the room well lighted and showing regal tapestries, furniture of polished dark wood, and a number of expensive collected items. What Orin did not expect was to see Lord Patricio sitting on the same wide bed as his wife.

"And there he is." The Lord grinned. "The man who is about to invade my bed and romp with my woman."

"He is quite a catch, isn't he?" Oryala asked.

"Oh, I would say that he is. Ever since he first arrived, I have been watching him compete with our knights, and spar with them and grapple with them. From all accounts, this is a strong and capable young man." He directed the next comment at Orin. "I've also heard that he has the tendency of visiting the bathhouse for men. Whatever do you do at that place, young man?"

"I take a bath, obviously."

"Of course you do!" Patricio laughed. "And you always ask for the same attendant, according to the manager there. A young man, is it, the same as you?"

"He is a good masseuse." Orin admitted.

Patricio slid away from the bed. He was dressed in a robe of light blue, and walked barefoot over to a chair and desk. Orin had seen the man a few times before, and he'd been told the lord had a great enthusiasm for athletic men, and especially hunters. The lord must have been greatly impressed over the ogre hunt Orin had participated in, as he was heard asking about that frequently. Physically, Patricio was not an imposing man, as he had a round head and a soft paunch in the middle. Orin assumed the lord's marriage to Lady Oryala was a political agreement, as she seemed much too assertive compared to her husband.

"Go on, young man." Patricio motioned toward the bed. "I've left my side warm for you. Let us see if my wife can fight you off."

Oryala wore a robe in creamy yellow, which she opened up for Orin's delight. Her breasts and hips were soon revealed. Orin took in her form, finding it pleasing. He began to wonder where Oryala would be placed in his ranking of seduced women.

"I am waiting for you, Orin." Oryala said, sweetly, softly.

Orin went to stand by her bed, while across the chamber, Patricio eagerly looked on. Truly, the Lady was an attractive woman. Orin undressed, before he climbed on the bed, and on top of her. Earlier, he'd thought to rush through his task and leave right away, but now that he saw her beauty up close, he changed his mind. Orin kissed the lady, fully on the lips before he moved on to her cheeks and neck. He kissed her throat as she set her hands on his sides and back and caressed him.

Oryala was a soft woman. Instead of pushing Orin around or prodding him, she simply lay there and allowed the young man to explore her. Orin enjoyed the feel of her legs rubbing against his sides, as no other woman had done that to him before. He was also enticed by the way she opened her eyes, whenever he looked down into her face.

When Oryala reached for his middle, she gripped his cock and moaned, as if it were already moving inside of her. This tantalized Orin much, as she was fantasizing so strongly that it elevated their tryst to new, more sensual levels. In return, Orin pushed his finger into her, and later two, giving her a taste of what was soon to come.

When Orin finally pierced her, it was Oryala who lifted her hips and rocked into him, while he merely kept his place. The Lady was rubbing her insides on Orin, gifting the young man with another new pleasure, while at the same time her cries were heard becoming louder. All by herself, Oryala found her bliss, moaning and squirming below her new lover. When her energies waned, Orin took over, plunging his cock into her soft and wet place until her bliss was renewed. His endurance was good, especially when she was already at her climax, and it kept her in that same blessed state until he burst into her loins.

Patricio was heard clapping, as Orin panted and leaked his seed into that man's wife.

The next night, the knock was heard again at Orin's door. He went quietly, led to the lady's chamber by that same trusted servant.

This time, he took Oryala from behind. At first, she did all the work, as she rocked back into him and turned her hips in a circle. Her breaths tumbled out of her, stimulating enough that Orin nearly burst ahead of time, as her body grazed over his manly length and defied him to keep still. When Oryala found her climax, Orin gripped her waist and wildly pummeled into her, his flesh clapping against hers, while her hair and breasts were jostled about, and ripples of force were seen cascading from her backside onto her back and the rest of her.

This time, Patricio went to the side of her bed. He opened up his robe and stroked his cock, so that soon after his wife and her young lover climaxed, he did too. His seed was seen spurting out of him and landing on his silken bed sheets.

Every night for that next week, the knock was heard at Orin's door, and every night, he paid Lady Oryala a visit. He would mount her, or she would mount him. She would wait on all fours on the bed, or lean over the edge. Every night, Orin spilled his essence into her body, while Patricio watched, and when it was over, he always celebrated by cheering and clapping.

"Oh, Orin! Orin!" Oryala screamed his name, one night when she was on her stomach and Orin was lying on top of her.

He had been thrusting into her for a good while by then, so it was no surprise that he could no longer hold it in. Orin's cock rumbled first, before its will broke and all of his pearly fluid shot out. He gasped into the back of the Lady's head, into her hair and neck, even as she cried out and shook for him.

Most times, when the act was over, Oryala would leave the bed to catch her breath. It was understood that the act was over. Orin had a few moments to clean his body with a small towel, before he dressed and left the chamber. This time, Oryala did not leave, but she turned her body around, holding him and kissing him.

"I think I am pregnant now." She admitted. "I saw the sign I was waiting to see."

Before Orin could ask what this sign was, he felt Patricio climbing onto the bed behind him. On several nights, Orin had wondered if that man might attempt to seduce Orin, as Patricio seemed too excited in watching his wife in bed with another man. Now that Oryala had her arms holding Orin in place, her husband sidled up close to him.

Orin had seen Patricio's cock numerous times by then. It was smaller than his, but he never truly imagined it would be going into his body. Oryala continued to kiss him, while her husband's cock poked into Orin's thighs. After he'd bedded that man's wife so many times, Orin decided he would go along with this new wrinkle. Patricio's cock was wet and slippery, as if he'd put some slick substance on it. Orin had been working up to allow Bartram to do this to him first, or that man Crispin, but it was the lord of the castle whose cock inched its way into his backside.

Orin grunted as he was impaled, glad it was a smaller cock than his and not something he might truly be afraid of. He felt it struggle into his body, and even get stuck for a moment, before Patricio slowly picked up a rhythm with it. That man's belly was rubbing against Orin's back, and his hands were caressing Orin's chest. Oryala kissed him, possibly still wanting to distract Orin from what was being done to him, but Orin was willing to accept his fate. The young man didn't think he could find the same sort of bliss he reached when sleeping with a woman, but he was wrong. Patricio discovered some hidden part of him that caused Orin to shake and moan. Orin clutched the woman until it was over, even as her husband cried out and climaxed at his victory.

Two sets of lips kissed Orin then, the Lady's and her husband's. He accepted them both, the same as some time ago he had slept with two enamored ghosts, and he returned the affection to both of them as well.

For a second week, the secret rendezvous continued. Orin would bed Oryala in any position she desired. When that was done, Patricio would slide in behind Orin. That man would lift Orin's leg up high and push into him, or climb on Orin's back, or lean Orin against the edge of the bed. Orin couldn't understand why he enjoyed Patricio so much. The way that man thrust into Orin's backside, and the way he breathed hot breaths at the back of Orin's head.

"I am officially pregnant." Oryala revealed, near the end of the second week. "The signs tell me it will be a boy. You have done what I wanted, Orin. Tomorrow, you will pledge your sword for me and I will declare you a knight. I will assign you to guard the castle gate, and you will pleasure my husband and I for many, many nights to come."

"We must think of a good name for the baby." Patricio decided.

While the noble couple came up with random names, Orin considered what the Lady had said. She wanted to keep him at Castra Devana forever, a place Orin did not want to stay in. There was not enough adventure to be found there, past the sexual ones he'd been having with Bartram, Crispin and the noble couple.

Sundri had thought of everything, Orin decided. Ahead of time, she had foreseen all of the possibilities, and she had formed a plan to put Orin where he needed to be. Orin knew well enough to trust the sorceress to get him out of this, and she would.

The next night, the customary knock was heard at the door.

"Go and entertain them, Orin." Bartram teased.

"I feel something might happen tonight." Orin dreaded. "But I don't know what."

"Oh, come on. I'm sure you have an idea, if you've been doing the same thing for two weeks now."

Orin had seen Sundri's demon floating across the chamber a couple of times, but he had not mentioned it to Bartram. The archer had not mentioned seeing anything at all.

"I have the feeling that we will be leaving soon." Orin said, as he left the chamber.

That morning, Patricio and Oryala had promoted him into a knight, in front of the other nobles and their sons. It was a minor ceremony, but very important to a youth who had never thought he would see such a thing in his life. Thanks to his new title, he could stay at Castra Devana, or he could go out as an errant knight to bolster his reputation and carry the name of his kingdom abroad. Orin did not have to stay at the castle as a mere sentry unless the nobles demanded it of him.