Orin The Great Ch. 08

When Orin walked into the Lady's bedchamber, he found that Oryala was not there. Her husband was.

"Where is Oryala?" Orin asked.

"Oh, she has gone out to visit her relatives." Patricio revealed. "She wanted to tell her extended family that she is pregnant before she announces it here."

"I see. That is good, isn't it?"

"It is very good." Patricio nodded. "Everyone agrees. Soon, we will have an heir to our fortune, thanks to you, Orin. There is a rumor that you are set on taking to the road. Is this true?"

"I am thinking about it." Orin nodded.

"Oh, you should stay here." Patricio replied. "We will treat you well here. You will have your stipend and your post. There is no good reason why you have to run off from us, is there?"

"This is a good life, but for me, also a slow life. There are things I still wish to do that I have not done yet. I cannot do them if I am only a sentry guarding a gate."

"Yes, yes, a young man craves adventure, doesn't he? Will you think it over? I want you here, and so does my wife. You are the most exciting man to come around these parts in a good while."

Patricio was studying Orin's face, the young man saw. Orin pretended he was thinking about the offer, but in his mind he was already set to leave. Perhaps the Lord suspected this, as he walked over to a shelf to pour out a drink.

"I have been saving this wine long enough." Patricio declared. "I thought to wait until my wife returned from her travels, but, ah, why wait?"

"What is it again?"

"Grape wine mixed with honey and almonds. It is a bit sweeter than the usual."

It would have to be, Orin suspected, to hide the taste of henbane and verbena. He had been wondering when the nobles would use that potion against him.

"Where is my other cup?" Patricio asked, casually motioning toward the one he'd just poured. "Go on and get started on it, while I find my other cup."

Orin stared at his drink. If it were as potent as Sundri had warned, it would make him fall in love with Oryala, or possibly even Patricio. He wouldn't want to leave the castle anymore.

As the lord ambled about, pretending to look for something, Orin wondered what he could do to hide the drink. He was answered quite unexpectedly, when one of Sundri's demons appeared and downed the entire serving. It happened quickly while Patricio's back was turned. The demon vanished a heartbeat after.

"Ah, you've drunk it all already." Patricio commented, when he came over to peer into Orin's cup.

The lord seemed to be watching Orin closely, as if expecting the potion to take effect in some way. Perhaps he had used it in the past, on someone else.

Orin stood up and went to the man, putting his arms around him and kissing him as if he really were in love. He didn't mind kissing Patricio, as he'd been doing so over the last few days anyway. He didn't mind doing this despite that Oryala wasn't there as she usually was. The two men caressed one another and took each other's clothing off, before they slowly made their way to the bed.

Patricio broke away, but only long enough to retrieve a small tin of grease. This is what he used to smother on his cock before he made love to Orin. Always, Patricio did this to Orin, and never the other way around.

"Let me do that." Orin said, reaching into the tin to scoop up a good handful.

Patricio expected for Orin to smother the lord's cock with the grease, instead of his own. "Orin, don't allow yourself to get carried away. I get to do that to you. You do not get to do that to me."

"Tonight, it will be different." Orin said.

"Oh, no, it will not be different." Patricio began backing up.

The man couldn't call out for help, as he was not supposed to have another man in his chambers in the first place. Patricio thought about fleeing, but Orin was fast enough to catch his arm and pull him toward the bed. They struggled, but Patricio was not as strong or as good at wrestling as the man he faced. Orin pushed him down face first into the bed.

Orin leaned over him, as his cock grew in anticipation. Patricio wasn't a plump man, but he had a full stomach and a meaty backside. "I don't understand. Why is this so different when you do it to me? I find pleasure from both ends of it. You are the first man to love me this way, and so why not let me be your first man?"

"I am the lord and you are the underling!" Patricio argued.

The man tried to squirm away, but Orin brought him back to the same place. He put his weight on Patricio. When his cock rubbed against the man's thighs and backside, it twitched in lust.

"I'll take away your knighthood, Orin!" Patricio threatened. "I will do it!"

"Tell me why."

"Because you are taking advantage of me!"

"I am not. I think I will like doing this to you, the same as you liked doing it to me. Have you never wondered what it would feel like? I did wonder this, and now I do know, thanks to you."

"No, Orin. You must not do this. No and no!"

Orin ignored the pleading. With his hand, he rubbed his cock against the puffy backside of that man. After having taken Bartram and Crispin, men who had skinny rears, this wide and fatter arse was a new treat to him. After a few more rubs, he pushed his way into that dark crevice.

"Orin, no!" Patricio protested. "Stop while you still can!"

The young man leaned closer, pushing the head of his cock into his captive and feeling the flesh on both of them straining. Even with the slippery grease on it, he found a strong amount of pressure. Patricio grunted and let out a long groan. The man growled as Orin pulled away, and growled again as Orin pushed in for a second time.

Slowly, it came to Orin why the lord was making such a fuss. It was because his cock was smaller than Orin's, and so Orin had not been in the same distress. Patricio was grunting because was not expecting to have a man of Orin's girth prodding around back there.

But he was there, Orin thought. This was a new pleasure because he was doing this with a new man, and not an experienced man like Bartram or Crispin. Orin wanted the pleasure to continue, and so he pushed his cock halfway into Patricio. He found he was stuck there.

"Should I stop now?" He asked. "Am I hurting you?"

Patricio turned at the waist, looking back at the man impaling him. The lord stretched out even his neck in trying to get at Orin's lips. The younger man brought his mouth up close, kissing Patricio.

"Do it, be my first man." The lord nodded. "Go on and do it."

And so, Orin held the main by his thick waist, and pushed his cock enough times to loosen up that tight cavity. Patricio pushed himself up with his arms, and gasped out loud over and over, when Orin seemed to tickle a certain part of him. The man groaned and let Orin's heavy body slap against his thighs and legs, and his buttocks.

Finally, Orin burst, and soon after he collapsed on Patricio's back. His chest was sweaty over the exertion, and so was his lover.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Patricio guessed. "My wife will be angry with me, but so be it. Tell your ugly friend I have decided to let you go."

"You mean Bartram?" Orin asked. "Is he so ugly?"

"No, I mean that bad spirit that had been watching me." Patricio pointed across the chamber. "That thing has been here ever since I gave you the drink. It has angry eyes. I think it wants you to leave this place. Go your way, Orin, and take your spirit with you."

Orin looked, seeing Sundri's demon standing there in a wispy white. He wasn't ready to walk out yet, however. Orin went to kiss Patricio's side and arm, until he turned that man around and kissed his lips as well. The older man was aroused enough to make love to Orin, despite the other strange presence in the chamber.

Enough touching and kissing took place that it caused Orin to harden up again. This time, he set Patricio on his back and lifted that man's legs into the air. Orin found the mark, easier to navigate through than before, and he thrust into that wealthy and powerful man with such vigor and want that he was sure Patricio would never forget him.

Finally, Orin strained his body up against the nobleman's hips, letting his inner dam break and his essence shoot out of him. Patricio cried out, and so did Orin, until it was all over between them.

A few days' ride to the north, we come to a nameless town with a nameless wooden bridge crossing over a slow river. The town had no name because no one lived in it; a great plague killed off half of its residents some time ago, provoking the other half to leave in haste. For the last couple of days, two women have been haunting that dead town. At the present moment, both of them were standing on the bridge, leaning over the thick beam rail and watching the lazy current pass by below them. They were waiting for a carriage or wagon to come by, as those vehicles sometimes did when using that particular road.

A passerby might remark at how pretty these young maidens were. One had raven-black hair and had the look of a common girl. She was the more fidgety and nervous of the two. The other girl had hair in a radiant blonde shade, and even more natural beauty. It might be guessed, and guessed correctly, that this second girl was high-born. This was plainly evident in her veiled circlet, plackart and kirtle, while the dark-haired girl wore a plain cloth wrapped over her head, and a servant's apron over her kirtle. What was definitely clear, however, was that both maidens were of approximately the same age.

"Are you sure someone will come by pick us up?" The girl with the dark hair wondered.

"Yes, Miriam." Her companion replied, not for the first time. "I've told you a dozen times now. Nobody will stop here, but they will happen by because of the bridge. It is a shortcut in these parts."

"Well, we've been here two days and we haven't seen anyone yet!"

"You well know the reason for that, Miriam." The pretty blonde replied. "The magic had to run its course." She peered over the rail, glancing down at her blurry reflection in the water below. "I would say the spell has worked wonderfully. Wouldn't you?"

When the blonde's piercing eyes glided over to stare at Miriam, the dark-haired girl felt the apprehension building up inside of her again. Miriam had never heard of magic like this, had never even contemplated that it could be possible. Despite the improbability of it, he results standing before her could not be denied.

"I do hope Orin likes what I have done to myself." The blonde smiled. "He is like a dream come true for me. I can't wait to see him again!"

While her mistress was preparing the magic spell, Miriam had made a clumsy error in the handling of certain powders made from the bones of infant girls. Her mistress had become so angry at almost losing the prized material, that she had sent Miriam far out to sea. Miriam had screamed at realizing she was about to drown, inadvertently swallowing up a mouthful of water. Fortunately, her mistress had relented and brought her back, or else Miriam would not be there now.

Miriam was afraid of her mistress, very afraid, but she was still a little assertive, and careful mind you, when she next spoke. "Are you going to tell him?"

"You mean Orin? Tell him what?"

"How old you really are." Miriam replied.

The blonde snickered. "Oh, he won't believe me if I do. Perhaps I will ask one of my demons to give him a hint. As the demons have said, I am an ancient woman. But, thanks to what I have done, I don't look so ancient today, do I?"

Miriam considered her mistress. The blonde was beautiful and shapely. She gave off so much charm and sensuality that men would probably do anything she asked them to.

"No." Miriam admitted. "You don't look ancient at all."

The blonde maiden sighed. "Soon enough, a wagon will come by and we will be on our way south again. I will send a demon ahead to tell Orin where he and Bartram are to meet us. Once we are together, we will find adventure. Oh, so much adventure is out in the world, just waiting for us to find it! Orin was good before, young and good, but also reckless and bullheaded. Do you have any idea what I envision for Orin's future?"

"I can guess." Miriam said. "You want to marry him and snare him to you forever."

That vibrant smile was seen on the blonde's face again. "Oh, yes, to be married to a man like that, when he is truly a man and not a boy as Orin is now. I won't just make him great, Miriam. Oh, no, I want more than that for our Orin. I want to make him a grand champion such as this world has never seen in many, many centuries. It is time we had a new champion, don't you think, so that the bards and minstrels and troubadours will have new songs to sing and new tales to tell?"

"You're using him." Miriam said. "You're using him to get what you want."

"Am I?" The blonde laughed. "What does Orin want, do you think? Why did he leave a common girl like you, which he did like upon first meeting you, and keep to the road with an ancient woman like me? You are always concerned about Orin having a girl his age, but that's not what he wants, and that is what bothers you the most. He wants me, Miriam, and no other woman in the world. Well, there is one other, but you haven't heard that story, have you?"

"Another woman?" Miriam thought back. "No, I don't believe he's mentioned one."

"That's because she was a ghost." The blonde revealed. "Yes, Orin was a virgin, and it was a ghost that first made love to him. Her name was Rohanna. She was... a plump girl, but she was very pretty. Her breasts were as big as melons, and her buttocks even bigger..."

Miriam noticed the way her companion was growing hot. "You're not jealous of this woman, even if she was a ghost?"

"Since we have plenty of time on our hands, I will tell you the entire story of Rohanna in a short while. But no, I was not jealous of her. Orin stepped into another dimension then, where he made love both to Rohanna and to her lover, a man named Cyrus. While Orin was trying to get these two ghosts released from the sorcery that bound them, I ended up in that same place. They made love to me, Miriam, this Rohanna and her Cyrus. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. How could I be jealous of that ghost if it was thanks to her that Orin met me?"

"But you are jealous of me, and of Bartram. Go on, admit it."

"I'm not ancient anymore, am I?" The blonde asked. "What do you think will run through Orin's mind, when he sees what I have done to my appearance? I must tell you. There are things I know, that no other living sorcerer knows. I can help Orin find that ghost. I can help him to find Rohanna."

Miriam shuddered. "You mean to claim her from the underworld? Will the gods allow it?"

"I will need to make a sacrifice." The blonde decided. "You, Miriam, you will be that sacrifice. After this trade, the god of the underworld will gladly give me Rohanna."

Miriam's face was twisted into fear. The pretty blonde started laughing at her. Miriam didn't know whether her companion was serious or not.

"No, I can't do that." The blonde said. "If I did, Orin would be cross at me. There are other ways available to me. Not many, but one or two. I need a servant, even if you are a clumsy girl with two left feet. I'll keep you around until you prove to be too troublesome."

The mistress reached over to touch Miriam's arm. Miriam shied away from her.

"Come closer, Miriam." The blonde purred. "Kiss me and make love to me, so that I might keep you for a longer time. I know what you did with Bartram, because my demon has told me about it. You wanted to impress Orin, but that didn't work so well for you, did it? Impress me, Miriam, and you will go far in this world. I promise you that."

"I am in no good mood to impress anyone!"

"Oh, but you are." The blonde waved her hand, causing a small amount of powder to float into Miriam's face. "This is fairy dust, coated with my warm intentions. Do you want to kiss me now?"

Miriam looked to the empty road past the bridge, and thought of how long they'd been standing there waiting for a ride. She suspired. "Yes, I will kiss you. I don't want to find myself drowning in the ocean again."

"Then don't be stupid enough to make so many mistakes. Learn to be careful and follow my instructions to the letter."

Miriam bowed her head, but she did move closer to the other woman. In a moment, she had the pretty blonde in her arms. The two women embraced and kissed, while in their heads they were both thinking about Orin, and about what would transpire in the future, when they had that handsome young man in their company again.