The Realm of Order and Chaos Pt. 03

Cirdan regained his composure, sitting with some decorum on the cold stone floor. "My queen?"

Kilroy and Aravaris locked eyes now, the Orc naked and erect while the princess sat next to the fire fully dressed in her regal armor, her cheeks slightly red. "While I'm sure Cirdan would be... accommodating, I'm not sure I understand why you think he's the one to make the decision."

Kilroy glanced at Cirdan's curious expression before returning the fiery glare the princess gave to the chieftain. "In an Orc clan, Cirdan is a warrior, free to make his own choices."

Aravaris knew a little about Orc society. "I think I'd rather join your clan as a warrior, and Cirdan can be my... bottom, is it?"

Kilroy smirked. "He could just as well be a warrior himself. If he handles swords half as good as cocks."

Cirdan's cheeks got embarrassingly red. "Hey, fuck you, alright?"

Aravaris and her queensguard exchanged a look. "He is still bound to my services, if I am to... retain control of him in your society, well then I see no easier way."

"Very well..." The Orc alpha tried to let it go, but only letting an Orc cum once was a form of blue balls humans wouldn't be able to tolerate. "Most chieftains would have raped a baby into you by now."

The elf princess held a steely gaze. "You are not most chieftains. This I already know."

Kilroy grabbed his horn of ale, Lyra and Orien's coupling catching the corner of his eye. "Perhaps you are right." He finished what was left quite easily, ale dripping through his beard. "There are better things to discuss. Like how we're going to stop Lyra's clan from doing exactly that." Perhaps if Lyra wasn't inside of Orien, she'd have something witty to say.

Cirdan and Aravaris both perked toward the chieftain once his meaning became clear to them. "I can't say I disagree." The elf princess wrung her wrist nervously.

Colborn had a small frown. "Does that mean you don't need lube, Kilroy?"

Kilroy waved his fears away. "Later, I promise." He sought out the comfort of his bedroll, next to Colborns which he gravitated toward as well. The chieftain sat cross-legged, back up straight but leaned toward the fire, his dark green skin flickering against the light of the dancing inferno, looking toward Aravaris sat across from the fireplace. Colborn moved closer to Kilroy, resting the side of his head against the back of his shoulder, wrapping his lime green arm around his emerald shoulders, laying on his collarbone, forming an embrace without interrupting.

Cirdan felt silly sitting naked on the ground, his face three different shades of red, still stunned he had given in to his hidden desires so quickly, so easily, in front of his queen of all things. Her firm tone snapped him out of his daydream.

"Get dressed, Cirdan..." It almost softened at the end, sending his heart fluttering while the exhilaration of her order woke him up.

"Of course, my queen." Cirdan found his underclothes and got himself decent before sitting next to her, much more relaxed than the hulking naked Orc on the other side of the fire.

"Then again," Kilroy started. "It's not nice to deny sharing what is yours when your chieftain has asked it."

If Aravaris was intimidated she did not show an inkling of it. "You've had your little taste. Besides, you haven't asked, with words that is. And as you said, there are more pressing matters to discuss."

The orange pupils of the Orc alpha shimmered, reflecting the fire. "Colborn..." He murmured, resting his empty ale horn against his lime arm. Colborn took it and went off to fetch him more, his thick, smooth ass obvious in the glow of the fire but faded as he stepped deeper into the cave. Kilroy took a long glance before returning to the conversation. "I came to these mountains to live a peaceful life, lead a small clan. I have no desire to breed Orc til they're teeming out of the trees."

Cirdan gained back the air of a man performing the serious duty he was charged with, as his queen fought a battle of words. "As the future queen of this land, I'd have to agree."

"I cannot guarantee your safety. Unless you've got five or ten more cocksucking queensguard hidden somewhere." Colborn returned with ale for Kilroy and himself, this time sitting beside Kilroy on his bedroll.

"It was funny the first time..." Cirdan sharply retorted, glaring daggers at the giant Orc. Kilroy couldn't stop smirking while Aravaris grew noticeably frustrated.

"You will refrain from sexually harassing my soldier." She looked angry enough to back it up with a fireball spell.

Both Kilroy and Colborn almost spit out their ale before bellowing laughter. "You have a lot to learn about the society you just plopped yourself into. Harassment of all kinds, but especially sexual, is part of the package." Kilroy explained with as much tact as he could muster. "You can swing your dick around all you want, your highness, but you won't force your pompous culture on us."

Cirdan was shocked, but didn't let it show. I wasn't exactly expecting an intellectual debate with the Orcs...

"I'd hardly say a call for decorum is pompous." I'd take this over elvish court any day of the week. Aravaris would be sure to remind her future adversaries next time they acted... Orcish. "Just... I would appreciate it if you wouldn't."

Kilroy looked between all three of them, ignoring the two still fucking in the background. He took a sip of ale and settled back on the princess. "It's obvious he's receptive to it. He already knows better than you how to deal with it; respond directly and give back the disrespect that's paid, and in turn, earn something in the process. That's why I like him."

Colborn broke his silence. "A blowjob from a cute boy doesn't hurt either."

Kilroy shrugged while he downed more ale. "Hey, you're not wrong. Maybe in the name of diplomatic relations, the queen might repeat this success." He trailed off, smiling to himself.

Aravaris stood on her feet. "I suppose when an Orc gets angry with another's words, they settle it with their fists."

Kilroy barely looked up to meet her eyes. "Good guess. But not with the chieftain, not unless you want to fight to the death. So as for now," He sat down his empty horn after polishing off the last of it. "You'll just have to deal with my smart mouth."

Colborn put both of their horns away from the fire and their bedrolls, before joining Kilroy on his, running his fingers down the rippling physique of his alpha's back. It didn't take long for those hands to wrap themselves around his tensed shoulders and rest on his chest, ruffling the jet black hair covering Kilroy's body.

"I will only tolerate so much, even from the chieftain. My title demands respect, even from an Orc." The elf princess would not budge an inch.

Colborn's hands held onto Kilroy tightly, even as Kilroy threatened to stand. "Hey." The bottom whispered.

Kilroy stopped only at the request of Colborn. "Fine, I will bite my tongue next time I think of another humorous reply. But Colborn can say whatever he likes."

He took the opportunity gracefully. "Well, I'm not a dick like you Kilroy. So we won't have anything to worry about, will we?" Colborn's hands traveled over his thick shoulders, pulling Kilroy's back into his chest. He rested his head against the left side of Kilroys, hugging him lovingly in an embrace.

"There's an unspoken rule in my clan." Kilroy said, resting his right hand against Colborn's face, cupping his cheek. "No fighting at fuck time."

"Unless it's part of fuck time." Colborn kissed Kilroy.

"A small addendum, practically implied honestly..." Kilroy noticed his erection was returning.

"I'm glad you reminded your friend there of our little promise." Colborn now had captured Kilroy's attention entirely.

Before long, Cirdan and Aravaris realized they were no longer part of the conversation, and the Orcs could not be pulled away from each other much like Lyra and Orien. Aravaris, still standing, motioned for Cirdan to follow her as she took a few steps out of the mouth cave. He strapped his sword to his hip and hurried to her side.

The queen finally let her guard down, confident they were for all intents and purposes, alone for the moment. She examined Cirdan in the moonlight, even put some of his longer bangs behind his ear. "Ari?" He murmured.

"I... didn't know you were interested in boys." Suddenly they were teenage friends again, despite reality. Aravaris let her own platinum blonde hair hide parts of her face.

Cirdan felt like a schoolgirl blushing so much. "I'm not sure what I'm interested in half the time." It was only a white lie, but it felt better than a black truth. "I'm... sorry if I behaved poorly, your Grace."

"If I had known, I'd have said something sooner, but the surrealness of it... caught me off guard is all." She hugged her childhood friend. "You seem to be fitting in better than me, at least." Aravaris couldn't help but giggle, the last day was just a blur in her mind, and sleep was calling to her. Still, she knew they should talk.

Cirdan didn't know if he had dodged the arrow or not, but at least she wasn't that mad at him. He was curious about one thing, and the more he thought about it the more it spun itself bigger and bigger. "So... I'm your, bottom?"

"A mere formality." She almost believed it herself. "It stopped them from splitting you in half."

Cirdan tried to ignore the fact that he was drooling thinking about it. "Yes, um... you're right. Thank you." She was always bad at hiding concern, and he was always seamlessly spotting it in her face. "What's wrong, my queen?"

"If I didn't know you better Cirdan..." Aravaris looked to the moon in the sky briefly, enjoying the glow, before staring him down with the same fierce gaze she gave the Orc. "I'd say you looked happier in that cave just now, than you ever did in my bedroom chamber."

Cirdan gulped, hard. But he still came up with little to say, and even less as the silence filled the night. It was starting to get chilly in the northern forest they found themselves in. "I-I do... like girls, if that's what you're implying."

Her gaze did not relent. "You know what I'm implying."

Despite a lifetime of combat drills, training, and being humbled in duels with ancient swordmasters, he never felt more embarrassed than now. "Let's say I don't know. What are you implying?"

She made it obvious how angry he was making her. "Well, I did suck your dick for a reason, Cirdan. And it wasn't just because you came with me."

He couldn't help himself on that note, and started fiddling with his long golden hair, staring at his feet. "I'm sorry, Ari. I... didn't realize." He looked back up to see her hardened gaze soften.

"Oh, Ciri, you stupid idiot." She grabbed his face and kissed the boy. The butterflies in her gut must have flown into his belly, because after she felt his body melt in her touch, the fear that she lost him disappeared. "I'm afraid your queen needs more than a guard, my loyal subject. I need you to be mine." Her arms held him close, squeezing her body against his. She only loosened her grip to caress his pale elven face, waiting for his response.

Cirdan's head was spinning, swimming with feelings, one he couldn't sort out from the next. It was overwhelming to put it mildly, that was before her body squeezed his. His linens were soft and pliable, while her armor hardly felt like her true shape but still conveyed an abstraction of it. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be yours." He struggled to maintain eye contact. The sudden intimacy from the woman he sought it from all his life, all gushing out at once, it overrode all other parts of his brain.

"There's a little more to it than just that." She pressed her forehead into his, gently.

"Tell me." He couldn't nervously look away now, instead both of them locked eyes and dared the other to blink.

"When I say you need to be mine, I won't lie. I need to know I will always have your obedience, in all things. It's more important to me than you know. Our togetherness, it's all built on that one, single promise." She moved the tiny strand of hair that moved into his eye, back behind his ear. It was as if she couldn't stand, or wouldn't allow, a single piece on his head to be out of place.

Cirdan felt an immense weight on his next words. "I promise Ari, I will obey any order, even if it means my death."

"You are far too precious to me to speak of such things. This vow is between man, and woman, not a queen and her queensguard. You must learn to separate your duties." She sounded maternal in a strange way.

"Certainly making them more complicated, almost every day." This is something he's wanted for longer than he imagined. Even if his curiosities led him down different roads, he couldn't be happier following her down this one.

"Yes, it seems we both have that talent." She kissed him again, softly and slowly. There was one tiny thought in the back of her head urking her. Aravaris was not the type of woman to leave it alone, so she threw it into the light. "If you feel like... you need to explore this other side of yourself..."

Cirdan's heart fluttered with panic. "I couldn't do that to you..." He whispered.

Aravaris put her finger against his lips. "All I ask is you tell me. There are no secrets between us anymore. There's no need for them." She looked so much more beautiful to him than he remembered. He never expected such affection, trust, and understanding.

"I don't deserve all this." Cirdan felt his stomach turning, knowing she watched him with the Orcs.

"Alright... I lied. I want more than you to tell me." She paused, a sultry look in her eyes. "Next time, I'll decide exactly what you're allowed to do. I'll admit Ciri, I never would have known if it hadn't just happened, but I was plenty wet watching you suck that cock. But do you know why? It's because I knew I could stop it whenever I pleased." That fiery fierce look in her gaze returned.

Cirdan squirmed, trying to hide the stiffening member in his pants. "I guess... I am your bottom, in a way." He couldn't muster the emotional strength to hide anything at this point. Aravaris went from friend, to princess, to queen, to God in one conversation, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction he never knew existed.

It's like there's an invisible leash around his neck, and it's forever in my hands. Her insides flared with warmth and tingles filled her belly. "You have no objections, my love?"

He kissed her soft pink lips, his hands hesitating before resting on her shoulders. "We're crazy enough for each other, it turns out. My head is spinning..." He seemed drunk, which he partially was. One part alcohol, one part emotion.

"Let's get some sleep." Aravaris kissed him again, not caring how long or short it was, savoring the moment. "We'll talk more tomorrow."

They walked back into the cave to find both pairs cuddling, covered in sweat in a post-cotius bliss. The chill from outside was replaced with the heat of the fire and the smell of love. Suddenly neither of them cared very much if anybody knew the truth, and after Aravaris finally took off her armor, the two curled up together on a single empty bedroll, letting the darkness take them with arms wrapped around each other. Just as one thought the other had fallen asleep, Cirdan whispered. "I love you too."