11 comments/ 36756 views/ 12 favorites A Wife for Owa Ch. 01 By: shiresa Arrows fell like deadly rain as Owa and nine other orcs hurled themselves and the ram at the gate. Around them attackers fell left and right as the deadly barbs fired by the desperate defenders found target after target. They reached the Goal with a thunderous crash. The first blow from the ton of iron-shod wood shattered the gates and sent the pieces flying in among the defenders gathered to bolster the gates. Elves, men, and dwarves gathered to give their lives to give their women and children a few more minutes before the rape and torture commenced. Snarling in fury, Owa smashed left and right with his maul, the heavy steel spikes throwing off a rain of blood crushed from the bodies of his fallen foes. An elf dodged inside his reach using his lighter sword to slightly deflect the almost unstoppable maul. With a triumphant feral grin on his face he drew back his sword to stab the much larger orc from inside his guard. Owa released his maul with one spiked gauntlet and In a wet crunching smack drove a lighting fast punch into the elf that came away with most of the face stuck to the spikes. Reinforcements came down from the wall to try to hold the orcs at the gates. But that weakened the defense on the walls and another wave of orcs ran forward with scaling ladders. With enemies inside the defenses while more and more breakthroughs from outside making them unable to respond, the defenders were quickly overrun. The remainder of the orcs from the ram charge fought to the door of the castle and held the ground the defenders had planned to retreat through. With no one left to sally from the castle to clear the path and nowhere to go the defenders were doomed and died to the last man in minutes. Now comes the hard part, thought Owa as he saw the rest of the army realize that all that stood between them and the pleasures and treasures of the inner castle was a door and the Orcs that stood guard on it. They all knew The Warlord would want to be the first to enter and select loot, but with the fiery lusts of battle and greed in their veins they were sure to charge the door if he didn't come claim his rights very quickly. It was Owa's duty to stop them The sound of the war horns outside the gate brought a sigh of relief to Owa. He knew that The Warlord would use the horns to make his entrance into the city as impressive as possible. An army of orcs was dangerous to anyone while still in battle rage but especially to anyone trying to give them commands. He had worked long and hard to get any semblance of order to his army, and it had paid off in new land for orcs and eventually in scouring the hills clean of the horrid elves, dwarves, and humans who had hunted them so mercilessly for so long. But in battle frenzy even his most ardent supporters would attack him if they saw weakness. With another great cacophony of horns Garak Baranson the Warlord, commander of the combined forces of all the orc clans rode through the fallen gates surrounded by his advisors and cronies. Garak had been Warlord for five years now and it was thought he would be the next Overchief when old Horgrun stepped down. He had rammed through many innovations, not just in warfare, that had many of the older orcs against him. It was, as well, his overwhelming success had made him almost untouchable politically. And in personal challenge he had defeated twenty-four orcs who had disagreed with him strongly enough to make it a deadly matter. Garak was a glowing barbaric sight covered in gold and gems with his legendary great sword, Thunder, slung across his back. He was mounted on the back of the great brown-gold stallion that had been ridden by the Khan of the Harderi horse lords when they had come from the southern plains to aid in an attempt to put down the orcish army three years ago. Just at the peak of his prime, the orcs could look forward to him leading them through many years in his plan to create an orc homeland where they could be free of the hatred and attacks of the other races. "Orcs of the hill clans" Garak began quietly. "We have won today, a great victory." In a louder voice full of pent up suffering and regret he continued "No more shall we fear the so called 'adventurers' of the other races coming into our homes and killing our people with no provocation." Growing louder still to a stirring shout. "No more shall we be at the whim of other races' dark lords and evil wizards." Roaring loud enough to be felt through the stones of the ground "No more shall we be landless wanderers forced to live hand-to-mouth and own only what we can carry. We are free by your hands! I give you my share of the spoils of victory this day, my warriors! Inside this castle are the last of our enemies in these lands. Our war is almost over, and I call upon you to." A pause and then in a voice that shook the air like thunder "END IT NOW!" As the Hundreds of orcs cheered him he strode up to the door of the castle and with one mighty blow of his great sword he cleaved the door in half, bar and all, and the orcs set forth into the castle, slaughtering the few old and wounded who had tried to hold the hall inside the door, intent on revenge on their ancient enemies. And Owa led the way with fire and hatred filling his veins from the Warlord's inspiring speech. Across the great entry hall and up the stairs Owa ran, a flood of orcs spreading into the castle behind him. He had no idea where he was going but something seemed to call him from further inside the castle. Up a spiral stair he climbed, taking several steps at a time in his haste. At the top of the stairs he emerged into a large room, a room out of an orc's fondest dreams. Violet eyes stared back at him in an oval face framed with golden hair from atop the pile of treasure where an elf female sat. A roasting pig was turning on the spit over the nearby hearth. He looked around at the rest of the room wary of traps, but saw no one else there and nothing that looked dangerous. The elf spat some words in a strange language at him. Seeing nothing obvious to harm him, Owa stepped further into the room. ............................................................................................. From where she sat on the pile of gold Anna watched the green skinned brute enter the room. He was a big monster, nearly eight feet tall and armored all over in glimmering plated mail. He was hugely muscled and in one hand he carried what looked like a tree trunk that had been bound in spiked steel. She felt a chill go through her as she saw his glowing yellow eyes fix on her from inside his helm. Taking a deep breath she challenged him, "Come and take me then you . . . orc." I really should have come up with a better death speech she thought to herself. But if this idiot, Brend's, plans works we might have a chance to get away and I can work on another. ................................................ The flash of movement from the corner of his eye was all the warning he got as the world went hot, bright, and full of pain. He saw the lightning that had struck him continue on and shatter a chest full of gold coins a few feet to the left of the elf woman. Staggering around he saw, about five feet away, an old human in robes waving his hands and chanting strange words, obviously readying another spell. From time before memory of even the earliest tales the orcs had been the playthings of sorcerers and wizards. And those wizards had not been content to just command. They had changed the orcs. Thousands upon thousands of years Orcs had been slaves to this or that dark wizard. All of them thinking that orcs would be so much better if they were just a bit stronger, or if they bred faster, or a thousand other little changes. The orcs remembered the tortures of those changes, remembered the horrors of the breeding pens, and the pain of the transformations. The orcs remembered, and they hated. As they had for ages beyond count, here was a wizard trying to hurt him, trying to control him, trying to make him die. With a roar of fury, Owa Charged. The wizard's chanting ended in a squawk as Owa's hand closed around his throat. The wizard darted a hand to his belt and drew a wand. Glowing bolts of energy shot from the tip into Owa's chest, bolts that suddenly rebounded and destroyed a shelf of books behind the wizard. Yes, wizards had changed the orcs, sometimes in ways that weren't particularly wise. The muffled cracking of the bones of the wizard's neck, and the drumbeat of his feet on the floor as he spasmed in death almost covered the light steps of the elf trying to creep silently up behind him to. He waited till he judged her to be in range and spun, using the corpse he held to knock her across the room and onto the pile of treasure they had used to lure him into the room. Gold and gems went flying everywhere and a large bottle of wine was knocked into the fire breaking and putting out the flames, probably poisoned he thought wryly. Dropping the body, Owa advanced upon the elf. His hands shook with the rage he felt at this creature that had lured him into this trap. His skin flushed almost black and his pulse raced as his anger grew, feeding on itself and driving Owa to hurt this being that represented all the death and suffering he felt. As he reached her and stood over her she regained her senses. She saw the orc standing over her and cowered. Owa saw her draw up to cover herself and saw her eyes pause and flinch as they passed over his codpiece. "So that's what you fear." He growled, "Stories of orc rapists are your nightmares? Then let them be real for you as they never were for those that told them." The elf was dressed in a simple yellow linen dress. Owa reached down and grabbed her golden hair lifting her into the air. With his other hand he grabbed the bodice of the dress and ripped it down past her waist. The shredded remains fell in a heap to the floor. Two more tugs and rips and she was naked before him, hanging in the air by her hair, shock and fear paralyzing her. She was a delicate little thing. Skin like ivory, smooth and flawless, hairless every place but her head. Hair that looked like spun gold but soft and silky to the touch. Deep violet eyes in an oval face, a face slack with terror. Owa saw that she was so frightened she couldn't move, so he reached out and slapped her, not hard enough to really injure, just enough sting to get her attention. Then he tossed her to the floor and reached down and undid the clasps holding his codpiece on. His revealed cock was already hard as stone. It was large but not outside of human range and it had none of the spikes or scales he was sure she had expected from the stories. Orcs were enhanced for reproduction but none of the other races had any clue what that really meant. He was about to show this elf woman. He reached down and grabbed her hair lifting her into the air by it again. She screamed, but he ignored her and grabbed her with his other hand almost completely encircling her tiny waist with his overlarge hands. He released her head and she struggled to bite his arm, the only piece of him she could reach. He saw her grimace in pain as she bit into his mail and realized she couldn't even hurt him. Her hands beat against him but he was beyond feeling pain at anything such feeble blows could do. She tried to kick him but he grabbed both legs below the knees and turned her face down and pushed her into the pile of treasure, her ass in the air. He forced her down on her knees so he could mount her like the animal she thought he was. She screamed as he entered her forcefully and began rough strokes that had her screaming and sobbing in pain. Then Owa felt the magic start flowing through him, and her cries changed from pain to startled pleasure. ............................................................. Anna was wishing she could just die and end this horrible tearing pain inside her when suddenly she felt a tingle and things . . . changed. A spike from his gauntlet was carelessly driven into her side as he gripped her by the hips and pounded harder, but the pain was . . . good. He removed the gauntlet and reached around to cup one of her small breasts and squeeze it in his strong hands with bruising force, but it felt . . . wonderful. There was no more pain and somehow the rough tearing strokes pushing her into the piles of gold now felt smooth and pleasant . . . better than pleasant . . . her first orgasm rocked her and had her somehow wanting more. She was no wanton light skirt but this was . . . too good. It was far better than anything she had ever felt before. She heard her voice pleading for the orc to go harder and faster, Begging for more and more. Something was wrong, very wrong but she couldn't focus anymore in the sheer pleasure her orc lover was giving her. She felt her fourth and fifth orgasm go by in a continuous flood of passion and heard her orc lover grunting as he neared his own climax. Her passion built and the raging storm of pleasure she was trapped in grew. Now all that was left of the rational Anna was a tiny voice in a far corner of her mind repeating, this is wrong over and over. It was drowned out by the screaming pleasure of her sixth orgasm as her orc lover finally orgasmed and sent her over the top in crashing waves of almost painful pleasure that carried her off into darkness. ................................................. Yes, the wizards had changed the orcs in many ways. One wizard at some point in prehistory added magic to the orcs reproduction so that they could enslave captives to increase the breeder pool, and give his army plenty of willing sex slaves to keep them happy and loyal. Orcs could reproduce with almost any humanoid. And the children of these unions would be orcs with some characteristics of the other creature thrown in. Owa woke in his pile of gold with his new elf wife huddled against him. It was orc tradition that sex was marriage, as any female that had coupled with any male orc was bound to him with unbreakable magics, he could treat her however he pleased and she would never be able to do anything but love him. Orcs frowned on abusing wives but it happened often enough. He was sure several orcs had come up to the room and looked in on him, but none had woken him and for that he was grateful. Now he had to figure out what he was going to do with the elf. By claiming her like that he was now obliged by orc custom to care for her and he had no idea how to go about it. He was reminded of an amusing although surely untrue story about a foolish orc who had drank himself blind and satisfied himself with a handy goat. This orc was astonished to wake in the morning with no recall of the events of the night before, but a goat following him around wherever he went bleating at him in obvious love. Five months later he had two new sons who were amazingly good at climbing things, but couldn't wear normal hats or helmets. He wrapped her in a fine gold embroidered red woolen cloak and gently carried her down the spiral stairs without waking her. He had gathered the finest of the gems and a few of the least damaged books in a bag and slung it over his shoulder. He wasn't worried about another orc seeing her naked and wanting her, for she was permanently taken now, but it was quite cold and the little elf didn't look like she would fare very well in harsh weather. Looking at her face in the sunlight of the morning he decided that she was actually rather attractive, even if she was tiny. Her hair was glowing like a golden fire in the strong morning sunlight, and her face a bit bruised and smeared but with perfect symmetry and full red lips that begged to be kissed. As he stared at her face her violet eyes opened and she gasped out a few words he couldn't understand. Unable to resist in this perfect moment he bent down to kiss her. A sudden pain bloomed in his face as she sank her teeth into his nose. .................................................. Anna opened her eyes to see a large green face staring down at her. "What the . . .?" She yelped. "Where am I?" And then she remembered. The big green face she had never seen before came slowly toward her. She saw the lips open slightly obviously intending a kiss. Not wanting to be kissed, she waited and when it was close enough she snapped out and bit it on its big nose. She bit down as hard as she could, trying to bite a piece off, but his reflexive jerk got him back and out of reach before she could get a solid hold. She tried to kick but whatever she was wrapped in had her arms and legs pinned. All she could do was wriggle and scream her fury as the orc easily tucked her under one arm. She heard howls and snarls from the other orcs that had seen her bite. Some of the orcs were yelling in their foul incomprehensible language. Probably offering to help him beat me for biting him. Or maybe sharing recipes for filet of elf. Looking up at the big face with its bleeding nose she suddenly realized the eyes she had seen in the helmet were the same as the ones on the orc holding her. Could this be him? The only parts she had seen uncovered were his hand and his . . . better not to think about that she thought as she felt herself blush, not entirely in anger and shame. Oh yes definitely better not to think about that. As the realization hit her that this must be the same orc she felt a strange warmth pass through her. Suddenly she felt ashamed of her ambush on his poor nose. What? That orc raped me and now I feel sorry for him? But yes she realized she did indeed feel sorry for him. He yelled something back to the other Orcs with a smile on his face and they all looked strangely happy. She had never thought of orcs having that contented happy look. ............................. Owa put one hand to his bleeding nose and looked in amazement at his little elf wife as she struggled inside the cloak. It shouldn't be possible for her to attack him. By all he knew she shouldn't have even been able to think about it. "Hah! Owa has a live one." Gruntruk, an orc from his squad jeered. "Whatsammater did you do it wrong? Maybe that little elf needs a real orc to show her what's what. I could even help you beat her for biting you if you can't handle such a big strong elf on your own" "Hey Owa" shouted Jorg, another squad mate. "When I saw you cuddled up in that tower with that little elf I figured you had a good piece of elf tail. Now I figure she had herself a piece of orc. Did she bite the whole thing off or did she leave you enough so you could at least still piss standing up?" "Shut your ugly mouths you bunch of greedy bastards" Owa shot back as the bundle under his arm stopped squirming. "Get back to loading all your loot up so we can get headed home." Hearing that word 'home' brought a warm smile to the orcs. Most of them had been with the army the whole five years it had been out trying to clear some room for an orc nation. Before Garak started claiming land, an orc's idea of home had been some cave or ruined keep where they could hide out for a few weeks till the 'adventurers' found them and they had to run again. Now home was a safe place where children could play and orcs could live without constant fear. A place where it was possible for an orc to be anything he wanted to be. It was a center of learning and commerce for the orcs to learn how to live as civilized beings. It was still small as most nations reckoned these things but in the eyes of all the orcs he knew Orchaven was the future and the most beautiful city any of them had ever seen. The elf he now had tucked under one arm was looking up at him. A bit of his blood smeared on her mouth. Seeing that he was looking at her she said something in her strange liquid language. Something soft and, was that sorrow he heard in her voice? A Wife for Owa Ch. 01 Owa decided he had spent enough time on her this morning. He had many things he had to do or get done before they left and he hadn't been joking about wanting to leave at noon. He took her out the gate where someone had set up a place for the newly acquired wives that many orcs had taken. It wasn't the kindest thing to do. They simply didn't have the time to deal with all that was needed to take care of the new wives separately. The women would be able to help each other with cleaning up and getting prepared for the march. It was a strange kindness the orcs had done in taking them. They were still the same women they had been except they were now devoted to their new husbands. It was often argued whether or not it was the right thing to do, but the only other option was death. The orcs did all they could to prevent any word of what had happened from reaching the ears of the other nearby kingdoms. And if the orcs didn't kill them, the other creatures of this land would. They had, of course, not been able to stop every word from getting out, but the less the nearby kings heard of the war the better. The kings heard so little they were able to ignore and discount the tails of what the orcs were doing. It seemed strange to Owa that the nearby kings would actually want to ignore the war but it seemed that it was true. Owa dropped his new bride off in the care of the orcs guarding the new wives. With them were the females who hadn't been taken as wives. They were young enough to make the trip and might be suitable as wives for other orcs. Yet again he thought, it wasn't nice or good, but it was better than being dinner for a dragon. At least he hoped it was. As he set her on her feet and started to leave she suddenly grabbed him, clinging to him like a scared child and babbling away in her strange fluid tongue. Her forgotten wrapping fell away and exposed her naked skin. As he tried to pull away again, her eyes flashed like violet fire and she began shrieking at him angrily and slapped him hard enough to get his ears ringing and start his nose bleeding again. Then, just as inexplicably she stomped over to the other side of the room refusing to look at him. He felt a useless great idiot as he heard her trying not to let him hear her cry. "She thinks you are leaving her for good because she bit you on the nose." Came a voice from behind him as an obviously amused old healer came in. His skin had faded almost white with age and he leaned on a cane, but bright amusement twinkled in his eye as he said, "Then she called you a coward for running away from her." He went on. "Such a fierce pretty little thing. Did you know about elves and our magic when you took her?" "Our magic doesn't work on elves?" Owa asked in confusion. "I was always told it works on everything. There is even that story about the goat." "Oh it works, though that story is a fable, it works on any humanoid" the old healer answered. "But in this case it only worked halfway." He held up a hand forestalling the next question. "You see, elves are magic also." The old orc continued. "Our magic is love so strong it forces obedience. No race is immune to love. But a rare few elves are totally immune to magical commands. So you see. She loves you but isn't bound at all by that love to do as you say." Owa was struck speechless. All he had ever heard about this magic had said that it worked to make anything female into an obedient loving wife. He had seen his own mother die when the news came of his father's death. They told him the magic was just that strong. Most wives starved or died of self-neglect, but a few of them just fell over as soon as they believed their husband was dead. That was why it was often referred to as a curse. The wizard had given the orc males this power with no way to avoid using it if they ever had sex, but he hadn't given the orc females any way to resist it. Fathers saw their beautiful independent daughters become someone else as soon as they were married. The knowledge and memories were the same but they lost any drive to do things for themselves. They could still be happy but they could never be the same people. And the only way to avoid it would doom the orcs to a slow death. "Tell her. Explain to her what has happened." Owa said his thoughts reeling with implications. "And tell her I will be back as soon as I can." With that he left to find the Warleader and finish his duties so he could think on this mess. As he wandered away half dazed, he didn't hear the Old orc say, "You are an incredibly lucky orc Owa Baranson. And I wonder how long it will take you to realize how lucky you, and your future daughters, truly are." ............................................... Standing across the room facing the wall and trying not to sob Anna didn't notice when Owa left. She had no idea what was wrong with her. When the orc who had carried her in started to leave she had been certain that he was leaving her for good, giving her to some whoremaster to be used by all the orcs. She had begged him to keep her. She had offered him anything she could give. Then when he had tried to leave again she had suddenly felt such fury she couldn't stop herself from hitting him. She had cursed him as a dog among men. She belittled his manhood. Then she had stalked in a towering fury over to the other side of the room and cried in utter despair that he was leaving. "He will be back as soon as he can." A strange voice behind her said in perfect elven, but no elf ever had a voice that rumbling deep. "He asked me to tell you that, and to explain what has happened." "Why am I feeling these things?" Anna whined, hating that she was whining but unable to stop herself. "What did he do to me?" And then going on in a hopeful tone she hated even more. "He will be back?" "Yes, he will." The voice behind her reassured her. "And as far as what you are feeling. It is something almost all women of any race feel. You are in love." "What!" She yelped, turning finally to see an old orc in blue robes regarding her. Regarding her, as she stood naked before him she realized. Darting over and snatching up the red cloak she had been wrapped in earlier, she quickly covered herself, blushing furiously. She heard the old orc's chuckles and blushed even more, but she had to go on. "I can't be in love." She was whining again as she fought against her realization of the truth of his words. "He is an orc. He raped me. Oh, what am I going to do?" She raced across the bare room and into a corner trying to hide there, sobs wracking her small form. "Here now, no need for that." He said behind her. "Yes, I know it is a terrible spot you think you are in. Think about it though, what do you really know about orcs? Forget all the horror tales and propaganda. You are smart enough to know them for what they are. Do you really know anything at all about orcs?" "I know he raped me!" She said, with venom in her voice. "I know he killed the wizard protecting me and raped me." "The wizard protecting you?" The old orc asked in a mild voice. "You mean the wizard using you as bait for a trap to kill orcs?" He continued in a scornful tone. "Isn't this how it went? 'With gold, food, and your lovely self, my dear, the brutes won't even know they are dead till they hit the floor.' Isn't that what he told you?" "How can you know that?" Anna asked in shock. "How can you know the exact words he used?" "And the poisoned wine and food that foul wizard had laid out in case his plan failed?" The old orc went on savagely. "Did you know about that part?" "We had no choice." She said in a whisper. "The orcs were attacking us for no reason. They were coming to kill and enslave us. We had to kill as many as we could so they wouldn't be able to catch and kill the women and children we sent ahead." "There was no one sent ahead." The old orc went on in a tone of disgust. "They had them all killed so the Warlord's scouts wouldn't find tracks of them leaving and send some of his forces after them." he went on. "And the orcs were provoked. A force was sent into the hills to destroy any orcs they could find and lure the army here. Brend wanted all the orcs here in the castle so he could spring his final trap." ........................................ "It's not poisoned? That doesn't make any sense." Owa said. "Why not poison the food? You are sure they didn't just leave some unpoisoned food on the top so we would think it was all safe?" "We have checked it all with magic and by eating from all containers when magic detected no poison." Gron replied. Gron was in charge of the army's logistics. Anything the orcs used, the clothes they wore, and the food they ate, came through his hands. He was incredibly organized, and his scroungers could find food or gear in places no one else would think to look. "And the runes that had been set on the walls? I don't understand why they didn't set them off. You say they would have burned everything inside the walls, including the stones?" Owa asked Garak. "I don't have your knowledge of magic but why would such a deadly trap remain unsprung?" "Something prevented it is all I can tell." The Warlord replied. "When you snapped that wizard's neck they should have gone off and fried us all into cinders." He continued. "When he died something grabbed the trigger spell and held it until we were able to break the runes and disable the spell. It must have been something incredibly subtle, as we can't trace it." "As I have told you Garak," said Jerd, the head of the healer priests that accompanied the army. "You, and your family" he glanced at Owa. "Are marked by a great destiny. It will defend you as long as you stay true to its plans." The gathered leaders of the army muttered uneasily at this mention of something controlling their fate. Orcs had long ago had enough of powers they didn't understand leading them down paths they would not have chosen for themselves. "Be that as it may" Garak said. "The war is over. And we must return home. Owa, I want you and your men to stay behind with a few of our mages and priests to make sure that no stone of this castle is left standing." For as long as was remembered orcs had lived in caves or ruined building built by other hands. It was a mark of their new freedom that they refused to live in buildings abandoned by others. They preferred to build things for themselves now. "As you say, Warlord" Owa addressed his brother. "But I don't need all my men to protect us. Can I send those who have families waiting on them ahead with you? I would still have a good thirty men with me and you all know that six fists of my orcs are a match for anything this land can throw at us." Owa's men were the elite of the orc infantry. They were always the vanguard of any attack and they were the best armored and equipped of any of the units in the orc army. His men were matched only by the warlord's own heavy cavalry and a healthy rivalry existed between his and Garak's men. He was not wrong that even a third of his hundred-man unit was a match for anything this land could throw at them, and Garak knew it. "Any who want to go ahead can do so brother." Garak said with a smile. "But I think you will find that they will be content to stay with you and take the long lazy way home." "Lazy are we?" Owa replied with a smile of his own. As the others present chuckled and grinned "We can march those nags your lazy men ride into the ground without breaking a sweat." Garak's cavalry was mounted on fine Herdani horses that had been left when their former riders had no use for them. They had stamina and speed that was legendary. Owa knew Garak had plans to set up a breeding program for them so that one day the orc's own horses would be as famed. With a few last taunts back and forth, arrangements were made with Gron so his men would have any supplies they needed for the trip. The meeting broke up and Owa headed over to tell his men about their unwelcome duty. ........................................................................ Anna had sat through the morning talking with the old orc in the blue robe. She now had a few sets of clothes although she had never before worn pants, but at least they were clean and covered her. The old orc helped her find a place to wash and brought her the clothes then set and talked to her as she bathed, kindly facing away and guarding the door for her. He was strangely persuasive with his old face, young merry eyes and calm deep soothing voice. Now that she thought about it she had never caught his name. He had explained her situation to her and reassured her that Owa's brutal attack on her was truly against his nature. It had been pain and fury at the attack that had sent him over the edge and made him take her as his wife, but it has also been the certain knowledge that if he didn't do it another orc would. And once she calmed down she agreed that it was probably kinder than death. After all it was a basic tenet of elf lore that as long as one lived, hope could live also. She felt a bit strange that she would trust the old orc so completely after such a short time, but when she looked up from dressing and saw him gone she found she wanted to talk with him more. There was something about him. She found her way back to the room where she had first met him and was trying to think of where to look for him next when a blow to the side of her head sent her spinning into the corner. As she looked over to see what had hit her she saw an orc advancing on her. He was not nearly as big as her orc, but still far larger than she was. As he advanced he was growling and barking out words in the strange orcish tongue obviously enraged for some reason she couldn't understand. She tried to run past him and he caught her and threw her back into the corner. She hit her head hard on the wall and colors flashed across her vision. He grabbed her by the arm and slapped her across the face still keeping up a steady stream of incomprehensible words. She was dazed and reeling he slapped her again. Then she felt him reach up and grasp her tunic and rip it away, he grabbed her breast in a painful grip and a new terror shot into her. Not again she thought "Never again!" she shouted and the words came forth as an impossibly loud earsplitting shriek that sent the stunned orc staggering back across the room. ........................................ The scream echoed inside the castle. An incredibly loud scream of fear and anger that Owa somehow knew came from his strange new wife. He barreled straight through the room he had been having a meeting in, sending a table and all the papers on it flying. She begged me not to leave her was all he could think. Hearing another deafening scream he raced out and jumped down the stairs clearing fifteen feet of steps. He came down on the floor running. The silence where the screams had sounded before brought a chill into his heart. Something has killed her he thought to himself and felt his heart clench. Out the slashed door and across the paved courtyard Owa ran. He jumped the short stairs and ripped the door open. He dashed into the room where he had left her, and stopped in stunned amazement. The little elf stood over an orc who was lying on the ground unmoving. Again and again she kicked him between his legs. She was flushed red with fury, naked to the waist, and spitting out what were obviously curses. He didn't know elven, but if his ears were any judge she went on for an impressively long time without repeating herself. As she moved around to start kicking the unfortunate orc in the face she caught sight of him as he stood panting in the doorway. From the fury in her eyes at first glance he was sure she was about to come over, knock him down and start kicking him. Then her eyes softened and her raged faded. She ran the short distance between them and jumped up hugging him around the neck and sobbing into his shoulder. Her words flowed in a hoarse, teary voice and even if he couldn't understand them, he heard the misery. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as her feet swung a good two feet above the floor, and took her across the hall to another room and sat on a chair holding her in his lap and stroking her hair. "Its all right." he said in as gentle a voice as he could manage. "I don't know what you did to him but that orc won't be coming near you again. At least not if he has any sense." he said with a chuckle. She looked up at him obviously thinking he was laughing at her and he saw some of the anger come back into her tear-streaked face. "No, I am not laughing at you." he said trying to contain his mirth. "After seeing what you did across the hall I would be a fool to do that." She looked so fierce, this tiny woman in his lap glaring up at him. Her pouty frown and glaring eyes fit to knock him dead. "Ah well can't say I was ever overly fond of my nose anyway." he said and bent down to kiss her. ................................................................ Anna was startled when he kissed her. Sitting in his lap like this, her face was very close to his and she didn't have a chance to see it coming. She was even more startled at the warmth that ran through her at the kiss. Before she had time to think, she found herself kissing him back. She felt a strong tingle all over her body and felt her nipples stiffen on her, she suddenly realized, naked chest. Also sitting in his lap like this she could feel something else stiffen underneath his pants. She pulled away gently and pointed to his chest saying in a husky voice "Owa". The old orc had told her his name. "Anna" she said pointing to her own chest. "My name is Anna." He looked down at where she pointed and said something else in a rumbling chuckle, but she could hear the lust in his deep voice and knew he wasn't laughing at her this time. .......................................................... "So what is the other one named?" Owa asked with a chuckle after she pointed at her left breast and said 'Anna'. Of course she didn't get the joke but he would remember and tell her once he taught her how to speak properly. "Anna" he said and bent down to kiss her again. ............................................................... It sent a thrill through Anna when Owa said her name in that deep lust filled tone. She responded to the kiss passionately, reaching up and grabbing his ears to pull him back when he started to pull away before she was ready. Finally she released him and caught her breath. She caught him looking down at her breasts and took his hand in hers and placed it over them. She shivered as he gently stroked her nipples with his rough calloused hands, and reached back up to kiss him again. Something was definitely stirring underneath her and she decided she should finish what she started. She did love him after all, she admitted to herself. And if she had no choice in the matter she should get all the pleasure she could out of the situation. ............................................................ Owa was startled when she swatted his hand that had been stroking her breasts. She had looked like she was enjoying it immensely. He dropped his hand and she hopped up off his lap and turned to face him. He was surprised and very happy when she grabbed his belt with both hands and started trying to unbuckle it. He left her to it and unlaced the front of his tunic so he could get it off over his head. She paused, watching him undo the ties and as he started pulling it up over his head he felt her hands slide across his chest. With a sudden weight as she leaned over his lap he felt her small mouth kissing up along his stomach. With the light, almost tickling, kisses running up his chest he found himself trapped by his own tunic. He had forgotten in the passion of the moment to untie his cuffs, and now he was stuck with his shirt over his head and his hands trapped inside his sleeves. He could pull the shirt back on but that would stop Anna from doing the wonderful things she was doing. A Wife for Owa Ch. 01 He gasped in sudden pleasure as she flicked her tongue across one of his nipples. He had never had a woman do this for him and he decided, trapped head and all, she could go on as long as she wanted to. He felt her mouth clamp down on his other nipple and moaned in pleasure as she started alternately sucking and flicking her tongue across it. When she bit down almost painfully hard on his nipple his arms jerked, ripping his best tunic in half and freeing his head so he could see her as she giggled and looked up at him and said something. The damage done she went back to tugging at his belt. He could see from the smile on her face that she was deliberately taking longer than she had to. But the anticipation added to his already intense desire had him panting. He was unsure how much longer he could take the now painful pressure of his trapped manhood as it tried to straighten out where it had no room. Finally she undid his belt and tugged at his pants. She couldn't pull them off with him sitting on the bunk so he stood and stepped out of them as she tugged them down to the floor. He reached out for her but she slapped his hands away and pointed back to the chair saying something in a teasing voice. He sat back down and waited patiently. He figured he owed her as much play as she wanted after what he had done in his rage yesterday. She walked away across the room and slowly untied the knot holding her pants on. It was almost a dance the way she pulled the pants down just a tiny bit at a time until he could see almost all he wanted to see, then turned around and let the pants drop to the floor over her round smooth bottom. She turned back giving him the view he had wanted and walked back across the floor to where he sat on the chair, not so patiently waiting. His cock was standing straight at attention as she bent over and kissed it on the tip. She pushed his knees apart and kneeled between his legs. She pulled his manhood down to her face and took it into her mouth. ........................................................... Anna wasn't a light skirt, but she had been alive long enough to have some experience with sex and she was doing all she could to drive him crazy with desire. It was a fun game, seeing just how long he could keep his control, but every time she touched him she felt that tingle now, and she wasn't sure how long she could hold out herself. .......................................................... Owa watched her head bob up and down and felt her reach up with her hand and play with his balls. He hadn't thought she would be able to take much of him into her mouth, but she had worked her way about halfway down and was going a tiny bit deeper with every bob. He could feel the warm wetness inside her mouth and throat sliding around him and he decided he couldn't hold back anymore. ........................................................ Anna gave a startled squeak when he reached down and picked her up. She had been focusing on what she was doing and enjoying the warm tingles she felt anywhere her skin touched his. She was amazed at his strength as he gently picked her up and surprised when he turned her over and grabbed her hips leaving her hanging upside down facing his chest. Then, when he changed his grip and spread her thighs putting her knees on his shoulders she got the idea and eagerly took his conveniently positioned cock in her mouth. Anna gasped as he kissed the inside of her thighs slowly working his way to the middle, and moaned when she felt his tongue start licking and flicking where she wanted it so bad to be. She orgasmed almost instantly moaning and groaning around her full mouth. She had to stop to breath, but just as she had almost caught her breath another orgasm had her gasping. She caught what breath she could and started back to work using every trick she knew. ...................................................... The vibration of her moans on his cock as Owa used his tongue on her had him just about at the edge of his endurance. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she stopped and gasped to catch her breath. He kept right on going, hearing her next panting, and moaning orgasm. When she took him back in her mouth he decided it was time to end it. ..................................................... Anna had just stopped for breath again when she felt him change his grip again. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her over so they were face to face. Holding her in the air he pulled her to him and kissed her. As he lowered her, she reached down and guided him in. The healer had healed her but she still winced a little when he entered her. Straddling his legs she felt him pull her slowly down. As more and more of him went inside her she felt the raw lust of the magic take her and leaned over and kissed him. She felt his cock bottom out just as her weight settled on his legs. His hands tightened a bit as he started lifting her and lowering her slowly. She bucked against him trying to make him go faster. He slowly increased his pace as she gasped through another orgasm. She kissed him every place she could reach. His mouth his chin his chest, her hungry mouth moaning and sucking as she bucked against him. He sped up to a driving pace lifting her and pulling her down slamming his cock into her again and again. She screamed out another orgasm and begged him to go faster and harder. Her hands wrapped in his hair pulled and pushed, forcing him to go faster. She heard him start to grunt with exertion and nearing climax and she changed the kisses and sucks to bites. She took her hands from his hair and started clawing at his shoulders and arms; anything to keep this going, anything to make him last just a bit longer. With a final grunt and shudder he exploded into her and the rush of his cum filling her sent her over the top groaning out a massive orgasm. Her eyes rolled in her head as she rode him, now pulling herself up and down, as the orgasm seemed to go on and on. A while later as she sat feeling boneless and full of happy afterglow she reached up and kissed Owa, her orc husband who she loved, even if she had no choice in the matter. A Wife for Owa Ch. 02 The great smoking wreckage of smoldering fires and tumbled stones was all that was left. The city of Arme had stood on the ground that was now covered with rubble and obscured by smoke. The orcs had torn it all down. Anna looked out across the ruined city searching for any buildings left even partway standing. There were none. The orcs had done a thorough job of destroying her home. Anything that had been left standing had been destroyed. Orc mages had sent fire and explosion into the city, blowing the castle into half-melted slag and rubble. Arme was no more. She now knew that the orc attack had been provoked. A raid had been sent into the orc lands, and an almost defenseless village was destroyed. The orc that had attacked her in the barracks had lost his wife and children to that raid. A raid sent by her allies to draw the orcs to attack the city. The food that she had seen the wizard Brend order poisoned had been taken and loaded onto wagons along with many other supplies that had been stockpiled for the siege. She had tried to warn them about the food, but one of the orcs that spoke a bit of the trade tongue had assured her it was not poisoned. The remaining wagons had been loaded with another sort of freight. They were loaded with women who the orcs had thought looked capable of being useful as 'wives' back in their home city. Women who were or would be enslaved by the orc magic. Women like Anna. "Anna?" She heard Owa say. "Dog?" Pointing at the horse he had given her to ride. "Horse" she corrected him. "And no I would rather walk for a bit." He was actually picking up the elven tongue far faster than she had expected. In the two days they had been working at it Owa had learned quite a few words. His accent was horrible and many of the words he had learned were not something he would use with anyone else. At least if he values his life he damn well better not, she thought. .................................................................................. And now she is mad at me again, Owa thought. I ask her if she wants to ride rather than walk and she glares at me. I will never understand women. The old blue robed healer was another problem. He apparently didn't exist. When Owa had gone to ask Jerd, the head of the healer priests with the army, if the old orc could be left behind to accompany them he had said there was no such priest. After asking around, Owa discovered that no one else other than Anna had ever seen him. He also found out that there was no order of priests who wore blue robes. There hadn't been one for centuries. A young priest he had asked about it had warned him from further inquiry into a matter that was the business of the church. Seeing him lost in thought Gren, Owa's second in command, walked up and clapped him on the shoulder. Gren with his short stature, broad shoulders, and brutish tusked face, was the classic nightmare orc that human mothers scared their children with in stories. He was also the best strategist Owa had ever met. Gren was not a leader, but the mind behind that ugly face was brilliant. He had organized the men into scouts and guards for the march home. There were no enemy forces left to worry about, but this area was still on the frontier. Dangerous creatures and wild magic abounded here. And this man is one of the most dangerous. Owa thought to himself. "Gren", Owa acknowledged the greeting, and then asked, "Are we all set to begin the march home?" "Yes sir we are ready." Gren responded. "The scouts are already out and the guards are assigned positions and responsibilities. Except those cream puffs you call a squad that is." He continued with a snort. "They say that if I assign them away from guarding your back you would just go racing off to get yourself killed. That's probably true, but I just think they want to watch that little elf woman in case she bites you again. Half your squad missed it." He continued with a chuckle. "I even heard Lark was seeing if one of the translators would ask her to do it again. Seems they have a bet about it." "Can you blame a poor orc for trying to win a bit of coin?" Asked Lark from behind them. "But just imagine all the free drinks we can get for the story." Laughing, the rest of the squad followed Lark up to surround Owa. They were officially his bodyguards, but given Owa's tendency to rush into battle when he saw an opening he could exploit, they were more accurately described as heavy assault infantry. Owa had a talent for seeing the exact time and spot that a little extra force could break an enemy. The problem was that he insisted on leading those charges himself. Orcs varied greatly in physical appearance and traits. His 'bodyguards' were the biggest, fastest, strongest, orcs he could find. They had to be just to keep up. "Don't look now", chuckled Jorg. "But from her expression she is ready to taste a bit more of our beloved leader's blood." "What?" Teased Gruntruk. "Ruin such fine beauty? That would be a real tragedy." Gren fully bared his sharp up thrust tusks and yelled. "You lot should learn to respect your betters." And then with a grin, "Ladies never bite. But if someone would lend her a dagger . . . " ..................................................................................... Anna was confused. A truly hideous orc who had been talking to Owa had just walked over to her laughing. He now held out a sheathed dagger, gesturing for her to take it. The other orcs were all laughing now and pounding Owa on the back and shoulders. She reached out and took the offered dagger and the orcs all cheered. All but Owa, at least, who looked more than a bit put out with all the merriment that must be at his expense. Putting the dagger on her belt, she figured Owa had suffered enough. Gathering her courage, she began walking over to him with as slow and sexy a strut as she could manage. She swayed her way up in front of him, grabbed the front of his armor, and pulled him down so she could kiss him. It was a long, hot, hungry kiss. She could feel the eyes of the other orcs upon her as the kiss continued and she felt an unexpected sexy thrill at the feel, but decided that the show had gone on long enough. Ending the kiss she turned from her stunned lover and walked back over toward her horse. She had made it about five steps in the stunned lust-filled silence when a cheer far louder than the one before came from the gathered soldiers. Turning she gave a playful wink and blew them a kiss. Owa was still bent over, staring at her, as she swung up into the saddle. ..................................................................................... With a shout and the groan of axles, the heavily loaded wagons and their escorts moved out. Owa walked to the front of the column, easily outpacing the carthorses, and took his spot in the lead. As his men came up around him, he noticed with pleasure that Anna had come alongside him and taken a place riding at his right. His men made a spot for her and her horse without a word. Mounted, he noticed, she was at the perfect height to meet his eyes. He decided that he liked having her at head level, where he didn't have to look down to see her. Meeting his eyes, she gave him a smile and asked, "word?" Pointing to a wagon. "Wagon" he said. Then he asked "word?" Struggling to make the elven word sound as musical as it was when she said it. "Why do you bother with learning it that way?" Asked one of the mages riding nearby. Mages were orcish magic users, never to be called 'wizards' as to orcs that was a foul word. Orcs, as a rule, had a strong aversion to magic in any form, but many were born with the gift to use it. The problem was that having strong talents and not knowing how to use them was a good way to end up dead. One of Garak's first and hardest fought innovations had been the founding of a school to teach them how to use it safely. "What do you mean?" Owa replied. "Learning her language?" "Since you are already magically linked, it would be easy for her to learn orcish in a few moments." The mage answered. "And you could just as easily learn her language." Owa's ingrained distrust of magic warred with his desire to actually be able to talk to Anna. With some dread of what she would say when they could actually talk to each other, he asked the mage if it could be done when they stopped for the night. The mage stared at him for a moment, then at Anna as she rode by his side. "It is done." He said. ..................................................................................... As the robed orc that had interrupted the conversation stared at her, Anna felt a strange surge of ideas and images cross her mind. It was like having someone speaking very fast in a foreign language inside her head. As this soundless babble grew in volume, she began understanding the words. They seemed disjointed and unconnected but she felt the meanings. "It is done." Said the strange orc. Owa turned and stared at her with a strange expression on his face "Hello" he said. "Do you understand me?" She had never heard him speak elven so well. Then she heard what he had said again. "I understand orcish?" She gasped. "This wizard has used magic to teach me orcish? But I thought that was impossible." "I am not a wizard." The young mage snapped back. "I am Barwen, a mage. Among our people calling someone a wizard is a grave insult. I suggest you unlearn that word quickly." "But how was this done?" Anna asked. "The mightiest wizards in the five lands have said that such a thing can not be done." "Maybe we know some things your wizards don't." Barlen said, and rode away looking offended. His abrupt departure and his condescending manner infuriated Anna. She let loose with string of curses she hadn't known she knew. "Um Anna?" Said Owa feeling ignored. "Are you not happy that you can speak my language now?" She looked at him and thought about it a moment. "Yes I am." She said. She stared up into his eyes and said, "Lean closer to me Owa." He did as she bade, more than willing to share another kiss. And was almost knocked off his feet as her full armed slap landed on his face. "You complete bastard." She yelled. "You raped me. You destroyed my home. And worst of all . . . you made me love you." She finished in a small, wounded voice. His head still ringing, Owa was ashamed at the hurt in her voice. He knew that what she said was true but there was no way to undo what he had done, even if he had wanted to. Yes, he had raped her. In his burning hatred, he wanted to bring her nightmares to life. But now that hate was gone. "Sometimes we have to choose between bad and worse." Owa said in a gentle voice. " I can't claim it was a good thing for you that I took you as my wife. But you were either going to be an orc's wife, or a corpse." He felt shame for what he had done, but he would not give her up. He had come to love his small fiery wife in the short time he had known her. No orc in ages has known a wife who could disagree with him, and he wanted that. Anna would be a wife who could be a partner, not a slave. They would argue, fight, and disagree he had no doubts, but he actually looked forward to those fights. Having grown up seeing all women slavishly devoted to their husbands, he had found something he hadn't even known he wanted. "I am sorry." He said. "But I would not undo anything I have done if it would mean not having you. You do not know enough about what a normal orc marriage is like to see the truth of what I say, but I do love you. Even if we started out in hate trying to kill each other, I do love you." Looking around he saw that his squad had backed away to give him room. It was ingrained in orcs that what passed between a husband and wife was no concern to others. Even if a man took his wife out on the street and beat her in public. Someone trying to intervene would find the wife ready to defend her husband who had just been abusing her. Owa was willing to bet his men had never seen a wife beating her husband. Lost in thought they moved along with the wagon. Owa was trying to figure out what he could say or do to make her happy. Anna was sorting through all the conflicting emotions she was feeling. Owa's men were spread out giving them room for their thoughts. So no one was close enough to react when what had seemed empty air shimmered and a dragon appeared. The dragons of the frontier, unlike their cousins in the wilds, were neither huge, nor particularly smart. They were extremely dangerous, but a beast thirty meters long and about as smart as a normal being is much preferable to one three hundred meters long that is smarter. They could breathe forth magical fire hot enough to melt stone and they commanded many useful magics. This one was tiny at a mere ten meters, but it flew down at Anna and Owa far too fast for any reaction. Looking up in startled surprise Owa started to shout "Lus-" when the dragon rammed into him, knocking his breath from his chest and bearing him to the ground. It then wrapped around him and raising its head, it roared down at him. Anna leaped from her saddle onto the top of the beast. The dagger she had might not be much help but she might just buy the time for the guards to get to them and kill the beast. As she landed, sinking the dagger in between scales in the side of the dragon's neck the beast gave forth a pained shriek. It whipped its head up and flinging her through the air to crash into the side of a wagon, knocking her unconscious. ......................................................... "Owa?" said Luskleor, the dragon. "I am so sorry." Owa was sitting in a tent set up for the evening camp. Luskleor had his body curled up outside the tent and his head stretched inside so he could talk quietly. Luskleor was a young dragon, barely out of babyhood by dragon standards, whom Owa and his brother had saved from certain death when the pack of wyverns they were hunting had caught his mother and him on the ground. The friendship that had followed had led to an alliance between the orcs and the dragon clans of the area. The dragons weren't really suited for massed combat, being large enough to make an excellent target for elven longbows, but their magic and speed had saved the day in several battles in the just passed war. Dragons got many benefits out of the alliance. They now had humanoids they could depend on to help fight off the persistent attacks of so-called adventurers. They now had people to trade with for the works of art they so greedily hoarded. And most of all, they now had people to play games with. Dragons loved games. Cards, dice, chess, anything, any game that involved luck or thought they found incredibly addictive. "The priests said there is no real harm done Lusk." Owa replied. "You didn't mean to hurt her. It's at least as much my fault as yours. If I hadn't been letting you look like you were winning our wrestling match she probably wouldn't have stabbed you." "You were letting me win?" the dragon responded. "You were not! There's no way! I was crushing your little green body into jelly!" Owa shushed him and answered, "Not going to talk about it now. Go grab some food. I know the wagons have plenty. I will just stay here. I want to be here when she wakes." then with a grin, "I would hate for her to sneak out and attack you again." The dragon gave a slightly scared look at the tiny elf where she lay wrapped up in blankets. "But you will tell her right? That I wasn't trying to hurt you? Elves kill dragons. We all know that. You will tell her not to kill me. Won't you?" "Of course I will." Owa reassured him. He was having a hard time not laughing at the young dragon. "You just go get something to eat. I bet if you look around you will find some of the men playing cards or dicing." With a slightly worried look at Anna, Luskleor pulled his head out of the tent and left in search of food and games. Owa sat there watching her sleep for hours. Most of the camp was asleep when she finally opened her eyes. She looked up at him with a puzzled sleepy smile. Her smile disappeared as she remembered the dragon. Eyes going wide she jumped out of her blankets. "Are you okay?" She asked her eyes searching him for wounds. "Did the guards kill it?" "I am fine." Owa answered. His eyes were looking her over also, but not for injuries. She had been naked under the blankets. "And no we didn't kill the dragon, he is a friend of mine. His name is Luskleor, he is very young for a dragon, and he wanted to surprise me into a wrestling match. Instead he was surprised when you jumped on him and drove a dagger into his neck." Owa laughed. "He is rather scared of you at the moment, but no real harm was done." "A dragon is scared of me?" Anna asked incredulously. "A baby dragon? And he is your friend?" "Yes, yes, and yes," Owa answered. "It's a long tale how we ended up friends but I have known him almost ten years now. Just remember when talking to him that he knows many things, but is still just a child." "I will try." Anna promised. Then realizing she was standing naked for anyone walking by to see she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself. "What is it with orcs taking my clothes off?" She grumbled. "We just appreciate beauty." Owa said, reaching over to close the flaps. "And you are beautiful, like a small statue of some ancient love goddess." As the flaps dimmed the light from the outside Anna came to him. He reached down and kissed her. As they sank down on the pile of pillows and blankets, she let the blanket covering her slip away. "This is hardly fair." Anna said with a grin. "Here I am without a stitch on, and you are fully dressed." Owa quickly pulled off his tunic, while Anna undid his belt and pulled his pants down. As he struggled out of his clothes, she reached up and stroked his manhood. After a few moments of this, it started to respond and she took him in her mouth. She gently pushed him over onto his back and continued the wonderful things she was doing. She scooted her legs around so that she was facing towards his feet. Seeing what she wanted, Owa reached over and pulled her on top of him. He couldn't reach her with his tongue laying on the floor like this so instead he stroked his hands along the inside of her thighs, feeling her faint trembles of anticipation. Anna gasped as he stroked his fingers across her pussy. He felt her buck her hips a tiny bit, trying to push his fingers inside her. The view of her, bent over with her legs straddling his chest combined with the feel of her mouth working it's way up and down, had him already needing to hold himself back. The moans as he put one, then two of his long thick fingers inside her had him boiling. Realizing he couldn't hold back anymore, he started to pull her off him, but she held on. He let her stay since it was really what he wanted anyway. As his climax started shooting into her mouth, he could feel the suction as she swallowed repeatedly. ............................................ Feeling Owa's cock start shrinking back to its normal size in her mouth, Anna gave it one last kiss and scooted back to give him a chance to use his mouth on her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back a bit further, kissing his way along her thighs. Anna gasped in pleasure as he brought her pussy up to his mouth and thrust his tongue as far as he could inside it. Then he lifted her back up a bit and went to work licking and flicking her clit with his tongue. She wasn't sure how many hot and sweaty minutes later it was, but looking down she saw life had come back into his cock. She decided that was what she really wanted. Pulling herself off his face, she climbed around on top to where she was facing him, and took his cock in one hand. Using that hand to guide him inside her, she slowly started rocking back and forth. Owa reached up and grabbed her around the waist. He rolled her over so that he was on top and began to thrust into her. She felt the magic start coming into her and welcomed it. The tingle she felt whenever they touched turned into a torrent of pleasure. She started bucking furiously against him. A Wife for Owa Ch. 02 "Oh faster Owa," She begged. "Faster and harder, please love, faster." Owa began thrusting faster and faster. He didn't fit all the way and was probably bruising her terribly, but so far, the magic had taken care of all the aches and hurts. After all, he supposed, leaving rape victims broken and bleeding did nothing to increase the army of whatever long ago wizard it had been who made this change. With her voice hoarse from all the moans and panting, she cried out in one last climax and with a rush of lust and love she felt him orgasm inside her. Dropping down beside her on his back and panting from the orgasm and the effort, Owa reached out and pulled her over against him. Soon they lay asleep, her head on his shoulder. Neither of them stirred when the tent flap was pulled aside and a large scaled head came into the tent and observed them. "Fascinating" said Luskleor. "The old priest was right." A Wife for Owa Ch. 03 Waking in the morning Owa found he was alone in the pile of bedding they had slept on. Hearing voices from outside the tent, he got up and looked out between the flaps. Anna was sitting on a blanket by the fire talking with Gren, Barwen, and Luskleor. A delicious aroma told Owa that breakfast was ready to be eaten. Dressing hurriedly, he went out to join them and get some food. "Good morning." Anna called as she saw him come out. "I was wondering if you were going to sleep all day." "This is fascinating Owa." Luskleor told him. "Did you know that Anna knows quite a lot about elven magic?" "No" Owa answered him. "We had only had about a minute to really talk when you knocked her unconscious." "Well I did stab him." Anna said with a grin as Luskleor hung his head. "It's ok Luskleor." She reassured him. "We have already forgiven each other," she looked at Owa, "and Owa should just be happy I didn't stab him." The fire that flashed in her eyes as she said this last had Owa feeling that maybe Luskleor wasn't wrong to fear her a bit. She knew about elven magic did she? Garak and the mages at the school would want to question her. Owa still didn't like magic, but it was information the orcs needed if they wanted to survive. Anna having something to contribute to his people's struggle to make a homeland made him feel strangely proud of her. They finished breakfast and packed up to head out for the day. Owa was pleased to be back on the road with Anna riding by his side. He had never had anyone at home to miss. His first wife had been killed in the first year of the war. A large group of the enemy had come to stomp the newly formed and disorganized orc army into the ground before they could become a threat. By blind chance they had stumbled upon the village where the wives and children had been staying. Before the orcs knew they were in the area, they had killed every man, woman, and child they could find. When the orcish army came upon the human force amidst the burning huts and battered corpses of the ones they had loved, the slaughter had been just as horrific. Blind with rage and hate the orcs had swarmed into the enemy, catching them by surprise. The human army had been killed to the last man. The next day the first human fortress had fallen to the orcs. It had been a long hard road since that day. Owa had fought in more battles than he could count. He had been stabbed, slashed, and crushed. Twice his men had dragged him, broken and bloody, from the field to the healers so they could put him back together with their magic. He had lost many friends and killed hundreds of enemies. Owa was tired of war, but he wondered if he was capable of anything else. They made good time that day and the next. They were one day out of Orchaven when Luskleor came to talk to Owa. "Can you come somewhere with me Owa?" Luskleor asked. "I need to show you something. Leave Gren in charge and bring Anna. She should see it too." "I suppose so Lusk." Owa answered. "But what is it? And why do you need me to see it?" "I can't tell you," he said. "It is something you need to see though. That, I promise you." Puzzled by the uncharacteristically solemn dragon, Owa worried about what it could be that the dragon wanted him to see. Luskleor had never been able to keep a secret in his life, but this he simply would not talk about "I trust you Lusk." Owa finally said. "I will come." "I will come as well." Anna added. "I can't trust the two of you to not get in trouble without me." His bodyguards didn't like it, but he decided to leave them behind. This close to Orchaven there was little danger, and he wanted some time alone with his new wife. Luskleor would show them whatever it was and they would head into the city on their own. Luskleor was acting very strange. They made arrangements to go. They now had two packhorses and enough supplies to stay out a couple days. Then he had waited until everyone had moved out of sight before he pointed the way to go. He took them west, toward the nearest of the mountains. Owa knew some of the dragons lived in those mountains, including Lusk's mother. But when he asked, the dragon refused to answer. They traveled the rest of the day and into the night. As Owa was about to tell Luskleor that they had to stop, the dragon looked over at him. "We are here." Luskleor said nervously. "No one must ever know of what you see here, or where you saw it." "Agreed," Anna assured him. "I see nothing but the side of a mountain though." "I think I know where we are." Owa said. "And I will tell no one." Luskleor looked at them to make sure he held their attention, then he concentrated for a second and a cave opened in the side of the mountain. As the dragon led them into the cave, the entrance closed behind them. All three could see in the dark, at least somewhat, but Owa felt much better when a warm glow of real light began to shine from up ahead. As they came into the lighted chamber, Owa saw where they were. It was a dragon's horde. Sculptures in more materials than he could name were arranged around the floor of the chamber. Paintings and tapestries hung side by side around the walls. It wasn't the sprawl of jumbled treasures that the old tales spoke of. It was arranged so that every single statue or painting in the enormous chamber could be appreciated by itself. There were statues of all shapes and sizes. As they entered, they passed near a granite statue of a man and a woman that made Owa blush and Anna grin. A bit further in, as Luskleor led them along, they passed an enormous gold statue that appeared to be a giant phallus. Anna reached out toward it, but Owa slapped her hand away. Luskleor stopped ahead, but Owa was engrossed by a small sculpture of an orc. As he watched, it was slowly changing shape. The orc was shrinking and becoming something else. Hearing Anna gasp, he looked over at her. She was staring at the wall where Luskleor was pointing a talon at a painting. Losing his train of thought about the orc, he stared. It was a painting of them. All three of them. They stood in the frame against a dark background. Owa in his armor and holding a battleaxe, Anna holding a sword in one hand with her other hand upraised with a light of some sort shining from it, and Luskleor far in the background. The perspective making him seem small as his scales flashed in the light. "That painting . . ." Anna started. "It's a painting of . . ." Owa went on. "Us." Luskleor finished for them. "But when I asked my mother about it, she said it had been here for as long as she could remember." Seeing the other two had not really understood the point, he added. "Mother is almost two thousand years old, and dragons never forget a work of art." "But how?" Anna asked. "How could a painting of us have been painted two thousand years ago?" "I felt it had to be just a strange resemblance at first." Luskleor said. "It wasn't unknown for dragons to have servants from among the orcs, and this could just be a painting that happened to uncannily resemble us." He nodded at Owa. "But when I met Anna I knew it had to really be. The odds are just too improbable." "Hey if you look close." Owa said, pointing. "The light isn't right, it shouldn't reach . . ." As his finger got close to the painting a spark shot out from it and knocked him back onto the floor. "Why did it shock me?" Owa got up shaking his head to clear it. "That hurt." "Think about it Owa," Anna said, scolding him. "Luskleor said this painting had been here at least two thousand years. Did you think it would stay that bright and clean this long without magic protecting it?" "Thinking has never been his strong point," Luskleor said. "And now I think we should be leaving. This is a kind of community horde, select items left in this place by dragons when they died. And now they know someone is here. It would be painful for me should we be found. And quite possibly deadly for you." "You brought us here without permission?" Owa couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Stab him Anna. He really is trying to kill me." They hurried through the tunnel and out of the cave mouth as it opened. They were streaking across the field, Anna back on her horse and the packhorses trailing, when they heard the other dragons come out in pursuit. "Keep running," Luskleor yelled at them as he turned to fly back. "I will go back and turn myself in. They won't hurt me. Well, they won't injure me at least." With that, he was gone. Owa knew the dragons would never really hurt Lusk. Pain was a teaching tool they believed in, but not torture. He would get the equivalent of a spanking, just like one used to teach an orc child what was wrong. But Owa couldn't help feeling that he was leaving his friend to face a grim fate. When they had made it out of the mountains without a dragon popping out of thin air and burning them into cinders, Owa decided they could stop for the night. Rather than set up a big camp they put down bedrolls and curled up together without a fire. A quick meal of jerky and cheese and they were ready for sleep. ................................................................................... Anna cuddled up against Owa feeling warm and safe as he wrapped his arms about her. She thought about it for a minute and decided she was too tired to play around, unless Owa wanted to. "Owa?" She asked. "I am feeling really tired. Are we going to sleep?" Snores were all that answered her. "Owa?" She poked him. "Owa!" "Hmm? What?" he yawned in a sleep-muddled voice. "Oh, sorry, I fell asleep." "I am feeling really tired." Anna said again. "So unless you really want to do something I am going to just sleep." "Oh," Owa said sounding a bit puzzled. "So I can go back to sleep?" "Well maybe just something fast," she answered with a glare. "Since you think I am so irresistible." As he finally got the hint, she felt his hands reaching up under her tunic stroking her breasts. He pinched a nipple with each hand and started gently pulling and twisting them. At the same time, he started kissing the back of her neck, sending tingles down her spine. As her breath quickened and her skin flushed, he reached down with one hand and untied her belt. She felt him reach inside her pants and stroke her, feeling that she was hot, wet, and ready. He let her go for a minute, fumbling with his pants, she guessed. He grabbed her by the waist and she felt him enter her from behind. The magic started, changing the tingles and pleasure she felt into a roaring torrent of lust. As he started to move in long slow strokes, she began to gasp and thrust back against him. He answered her need by pushing harder and faster. The slapping sound of him smacking against her from behind started and accelerated. She felt her climax coming and heard Owa begin growling as he neared his own. With a cry that was likely heard miles away, her orgasm swept over her. She was faintly aware of Owa growling out his own cry as his release came at exactly the same moment. "Is that all you humanoids ever do?" Came a small high pitched, but strangely familiar voice. "This is all your fault and you aren't even worried about me." In a movement faster than she would believe, Owa had jumped from behind her, his seed still spewing. He grabbed his huge steel-headed maul and was standing over her, the last spurt from his cock landing on her amazed face. "Who goes there?" Owa bellowed in startled rage. "Come meet your end if you would mock me, or my mate." "Oh calm down," said the voice. "I didn't plan to bother you, but I had no choice." With that a tiny winged form flew out of a nearby tree and down toward them. In the twilight she couldn't see what color it was, but it was a tiny thing with four legs, a body like a snake and batlike wings. As it got closer, Owa gave a sudden grunt, made a gurgling sound, and fell to the ground rolling around as if he was choking but beating at the ground with his fists and heels as if he was demented. "Owa?" Anna asked, while pulling her dagger and snatching the snake out of the air. "What did you do to him? You tell me now or so help me I will skin you and make a belt out of your hide." With a great gasp of breath and obvious effort, Owa yelled, "No." gasp, "don't hurt," gasp, "Lusk." With that, he was howling and rolling on the ground. "Laugh it up," the little snake said. "This was my punishment for helping you get away." "Luskleor?" Anna looked at the meter-long snake that she had last seen as a ten-meter dragon. "What happened?" "The elders did this to me," he replied in disgust. "For bringing you into the horde of the ancestors." "Probably made you cheaper to feed at least" Observed Owa between fits of chuckles. "You haven't heard the punch line to the joke yet," Luskleor spit at him with a pained voice. "What's that?" Anna asked him "Your punishment for trespassing," boomed a big deep voice as a dragon easily fifty meters long appeared near them. "You are to be punished as well." An image formed in Anna's head of herself and Owa having to find the way back to the city as tiny figures a few inches high came. She said, "but that would surely kill us! Some farmer's cat would come along and eat us, thinking we were mice." "Your punishment is not to be the same as this ones," the dragon boomed, flicking its tail at Luskleor. "Your punishment is to be a geas." "What do you wish of us?" Anna asked "What is a geas?" asked Owa "You will be magically bound to do a task for us," the dragon answered him. "Part of that task will be taking care of Luskleor. He shares in your geas, and we ask that you protect him as well as you are able while you travel together. The rest of the geas requires a bit of a story." "It seems we might have been right," Luskleor said. "That painting I showed you has a legend behind it. The painting is apparently referred to in a prophecy or at least the elders think it is." "An image of the past shall show the saviors of the future," the dragon recited. "In the treasure of the dragons shall they find illumination." "They say that means we proved we were these ‘saviors' just by being there." Luskleor interrupted. "Just wait till you hear where they want us to go." "They must unite all peoples in defense of the light, or darkness shall fall on this world," The elder continued. " It was an old prophecy and not well understood. So that is to be your geas. You must go find what these words really mean. Deep in the northern wilds lives an ancient seer. You will go to him and seek his council. Now come touch my claw." Still unsure about what was happening Anna walked up and put her hand on the claw he held out. With some hesitation, Owa did the same. "Now you simply say that you accept the geas," The elder said. "Neither elven immunity nor orcish resistance will protect you from a pact that you agree to." "I accept the geas," Anna said, and she heard Owa and Luskleor reluctantly echo her. Expecting some sort of reaction, Anna was disappointed. There was no great flash or bang. No choir of voices singing of her doom. Nothing. "Well that was impressive," Luskleor said sarcastically. "Did anything actually happen?" "Are you planning on abandoning your quest?" asked the elder dragon. "Only when you try to avoid the path we have set will you see results. At least you will see them for the rest of your life, which will be a rather short one." "First we need to go into Orchaven and get supplies and such," Owa said. "Will that cause a problem?" "As long as you think you need to do it, you can," It answered. "Now I shall depart. Fare well in your travels. And take care of that rascal," with a tail flick at Luskleor. ...................................................................... Owa wasn't sure that the dragon had done anything at all. But he really wanted to know about that painting so it didn't matter. They slept through the rest of the night and in the morning they set off for Orchaven. Surely, Owa could count on his brother for help in this strange quest that had been forced upon him. Something was wrong with the city. The banner of the Warlord, that should be flying to celebrate his return, was nowhere to be seen. Looking at the guards on the gates he saw that the badges they wore were not the symbols of any clan he knew. As he approached the gate, he saw one of them run into the city, while the other lowered his spear and advanced toward him. "You there," shouted the guard. "You are Owa Baranson?" and when Owa nodded, "Your arrest has been ordered for desertion." "By whom?" Owa asked. "Has old Horgrun lost his mind?" "Horgrun died two weeks ago," he replied. "Keran is the King now. And he has no tolerance for traitors like you and your brother." "Traitors?" Owa growled. "You dare call my brother a traitor?" "His head will be rotting atop the traitor's tower soon," the guard answered. Prodding Owa in the chest with his spear, "As will yours." Seeing that a squad of guards was headed this way. Owa decided that if he wanted to act, it had to be now. He hated the idea of hurting or killing his own people, but if his brother had already been taken he would need someone to free him. He would be no help to anyone locked up in a cell. Then he saw that Anna had her hand on her dagger, ready to aid him if he decided to fight. He admired her courage and determination, but realized that if he started a fight here, surrounded by orcs, she would most likely die. "Don't fight," he whispered to her, pulling her close. "If my people see an elf fighting the guards, they will mob us. Let them take me and follow along. Pretend you are my devoted slave and you might be able to help free me." "I am going to fly for it," said Luskleor from his perch on Owa's shoulder. "I will try to find help." With that, he flew away. The guard didn't seem inclined to stop the tiny dragon. Dragons were not bound under the rule of the orcs and hurting or imprisoning even one so insignificant might draw their wrath. Even the orc army didn't want to tangle with the dragons if it could be avoided. Dragons might be too few and too large a target for battlefield work, but they were masters of fast brutal attacks from surprise. They had proven this repeatedly in the recent war. "I will not fight," Owa told the guard, reaching behind his back and dropping his maul to the ground. "But when my brother and I are proved innocent I will remember how I am treated." Seeing the casual way that Owa handled the extremely heavy weapon, the guard lightened his tone. "I will do you no harm Owa," he said. "I am merely following my orders." With that, the other guards arrived. After a quick consultation with the first guard, they began escorting him across the city to turn him over to the jailers. ........................................ Anna was left to follow in the wake of the guards as they escorted Owa across the city. One of the guards, seeing her follow, turned and asked Owa if this was his wife. "I have heard about her," he said. "Yes she is the one that bit me," Owa answered. "But I have her pretty well trained now." With an effort, Anna kept her worried expression. Trained am I? She thought. Let us get out of this mess and you will pay for that little comment. "Trained is she?" the guard replied. "The jailers will appreciate that; less work for them. They will have her see to the cleaning and cooking. And she is pretty enough to have other uses." "Other uses?" Owa asked with a low growl. "If one of them so much as touches my wife I will kill him. Even prisoners are allowed challenge against such affronts." "Keran himself has your pretty niece Josa chained to his bed," the guard answered smiling as they arrived at the tower. "I might even stop by and try your elf's charms myself. The jailers don't charge much, and she is such a pretty thing." A Wife for Owa Ch. 03 Staring the guard in the eyes, Owa reached out and grabbed him by the throat. "I think not," Owa said in a deadly whisper as the muted cracks of the guard's neck bones breaking punctuated his words. In the deadly silence that followed, Owa turned and entered the tower. The other guards said not a word, and quickly cleared a path as Anna hurried to follow.