Chapter: 5 The Oncoming Storm,

  Brax woke, thunder sounding over head, it had been a clear night, but now, his Orc nose told him what his Orc ears had just bothered to mention. A storm was coming, a cold nip had taken to the air, it may still be hours away, but Brax knew a storm was brewing, coming from the north. Brax awoke, not knowing how long until morning. The fire was out, so everyone had to still be asleep. Brax grabbed some kindling and began prepping a fire, blowing on the embers. Brax felt a chill down his spine, he could feel the air change around him, he looked up, around at the sleeping bodies in the makeshift camp. No one had put up a tent, not the weather had changed, Brax felt something he had not felt often in his life. Urgency, what worried him most, was that he didn't know why. It was just a storm, but he felt compelled to pack up and move. Brax didn't know why, but he needed to stop everything, and leave now, head north. Brax stopped blowing on the embers of the dying camp fire, and grabbed his belongings, waking everyone as he had attempted to be silent. They woke, and as they did they each noticed his movements, and each noticed the chill in the air, the moist air. Brax apologized, but said he had to leave and leave now. They asked him why, Brax ignored them, Tossing his possessions roughly into there packs, bags and trunk. Brax noticed the others had gathered up their possessions as well, and were coming with him it seemed. Just as Brax began to say, no, a rain drop plopped down on his nose. Brax felt his heart thump. He had to be somewhere, but he didn't know where, or why. The feeling that came over him was too strong, almost a panic. Brax looked around and realized no one else had a horse, so he lashed his pony to his mule, his mule to his horse, and lead the horse out of the wooded grove by the stream, and onto the road, Brax paused, waiting for the others. Speaking in a low, deep voice, Brax said, I am heading north, and I feel the need to move quickly. Something tugged at his Orc instincts, something he had only felt when he had watched his Orc comrades race headlong into battle with the Ogres at the pass. Brax looked up, there was an oncoming storm, he needed to move.

  The shieldmaiden Lorna, a Bugbear, walked steadly behind Brax, Brax had been watching from the corner of his eyes. The Kobold scouts darted back and forth crossing the road, wet head to toe, they had not even bothered to put on any additional clothing, running about in the heavy rain almost naked. Brax was feeling the rain coming through his heavy wool cloak, gust of wind driving cold rain like needles into his clothes, and his chainmail was of no protection. Brax was feeling twenty pounds heavier, being soaked through and through. Brax watched as Lorna pulled her cloak tighter about her, Brax knew that her leather was doing far more to protect her from the cold rain and and gusting winds than his chainmail shirt. Brax squinted his eyes and glanced side to side with a shift of his eyes, keeping his head straight ahead. Brax noticed that both Kobolds had disappeared from his sight, he did not like that. Brax slowed his pace as he lead his horse, mule and pony, allowing Lorna to catch up, without saying a word, he could tell from her face that she noticed it too. Brax had a nagging feeling, now the nag became a worry. They walked further down the muddy road, and within half a mile, a bush shaked slightly out of sink with the gust of wind. With in a few dozen feet, Lorna narrowed her eyes, and reached out and touched Braxs' arm, Lorna stopped. Brax glanced rightward slightly. Lorna had her gazed fixed to a tree, Brax searched, but saw nothing, the tree was just passed the bush that had shakened moments before. Brax whispered, "what do you see"? Lorna sighed, "Glyphs", Lorna lowered her voice, "a group of glyphs, one for danger, one for serpent, one for thieves". Brax, squinted, and softly said, "where?". Lorna said, "it doesn't say where they are". Brax blinked slow and hard, saying, "I mean, where are these glyphs"? Lorna, smiled, "on the tree silly". Brax looked hard, he squinted, he strained to see, and he saw nothing. Brax looked at Lorna, "I don't see any, GLYPHS"! Lorna, laughed, stiffeling an outburst, she calmed herself and said, "of course not, they are BugBear glyphs, only my kind and see and read them, though I think Kobolds can see them, or maybe some Kobolds can, but no one other than my kind are ever taught to read them, it is a secret". Brax rubbed the rain from his face. "Well then, what does them mean?" Brax asked, "what kinda danger, what does serpents mean, and thieves, what about them"? Lorna exhailed, wipped her face with her wet hands, "It means that we are close to a dangerous place on this road, a place that has thieves, and serpents, which would mean Sir Brax that somewhere nearby, we should expect to be ambushed but serpents who are thieves, which would mean we are facing" Brax cut her off with his slow, deep voice, "Naga Hamdal", Brax looked around, reached for his spear, and said, "I hate snake men, I really hate them".

  Brax thought back to the first time he ever encountered a Naga Hamdal, he was a child, in his village, the local warriors had brought a few captured snakemen back after a raid in the forrest. Over fifty Orcs went out, and thirty-six returned, bearing the dead, and four prisoners, only a dozen Naga Hamdal were encountered, most were younglings, hatched in the past few months. Brax had watched as a couple of Orc childeren got too close and paid for it with their lives, being biten. He had watched with grim delight and each Naga was killed with fire, burned alive. Brax recalled, he had, had nightmares for weeks afterward about the Naga. Snake people, struck Brax as unnatural. Brax spoke, "I am open for suggestions Shieldmaiden, what do you think we should do"? Lorna looked around, "the Kobolds scouts are searching, if they see anything, they will alert us with a yelp", Lorna paused, "I wonder if Nagas can hear the high pitch yelps of Kobolds?" Lorna gulped at the notion, "I know that my kind can hear them, though only few of us ever learn more than a few words of it, and even then we Bugbears can not really speak it, at least not in their high pitch, only Kobolds, Bugbears, dogs, and horses can hear it, but I don't know Sir Brax, if a Naga can hear those high pitched sounds, I just don't know". Brax felt like calling out, but knew that if they had not been noticed yet then calling out would be bound to tell everyone where they were, bad idea, a very bad idea. A gust of wind came along and snapped tree tops out of some of the trees nearby, Brax leaned into the wind, and Lorna slipped and grabbed him by his arm. Lorna steadied herself, and Brax smiled, he liked her touch, he noticed his heart skipped a beat, Brax liked her touch a lot. Lorna regained her balance and spoke, "Sir Brax", Lorna raised her voice, the wind whistled, and thumped, "I don't think any Naga would be out in this weather, not even the Naga Hamdal" Brax smiled, Lorna was right, no snake men would ever be caught out in this kind of cold rain. Brax laughted out loud, startling Lorna, "you are right about that I think", Brax struggled to say loud enough against the noise of the storm.

  Kefffa the Kobold female stumbled out onto the road, the wind was so strong that she could not stand upright anymore, and dropped down onto allfours like a dog. Brax noticed her first then Lorna, Lorna wrapped both hands around Braxs' arm as they moved forward towards the little Kobold female. Kefffa wrapped one hand around a sappling and straighted up slightly, Kefffa chirped a few barks out to Lorna, and Lorna leaned in close to translate to Brax, it was getting very hard to hear, well hear anything except the wind that was. Lorna strained to be heard as she said, "Sir Brax, Kefffa says that her mate Arrffaa has found the Naga Hamdal lair" Brax made a mental note to how Lorna had spoke their names, he remembered last night, now that he thought about it, each had grunted, growled, barked, and yipped something like that when they introduced themselves. Now he knew their names, and would know what to call them the next time, if there was a next time, that he got to have a go at the little Kobold hound, lizard, thingy, female. Brax was inwardly confussed, and aroused. Brax shook his head, Keffa was yipping again, and Lorna was straining to listen. Lorna spoke, "they are in a cave, most didn't make it back before the weather turned, about a dozen, but it seems that some are too cold to move past the entrance of the cave, only a few are inside, and the ones at the opening are too cold to be able to stop Arrffaa from going in, he seems to have been able to pass by them, get inside, and take a count, two females inside, and six hatchlings, and four males at the opening, unable to move, but they are awake, he also said two males have tails, and two have legs", Lorna stopped, "I don't know what that means". Brax knew, from when he was a child, the Naga that had been brought in were of two kinds, leggless, and legged. The leggless had arms like a man, but a body and tail of a giant snake, but the legged had scaled skin like their kind, but walked upright, and moved like a man, but they both had fangs and both were snakelike. Brax noticed that Lorna was speaking again and that he had missed part of it. "at the hill turn the corner, cross a dead tree and a small creek comes out of it, a tree hangs over the face of it, and part way out of the creek is the first one, tailed". Brax got the jist of it, the little Kobolds wanted to take them out while the weather was against the Naga, Fine, they would do this. Brax sucked up a lung full of air and spoke low and clearly, "Lets go collect some Naga Hamdal heads"!

  The storm raged on, and the wind was stronger now than before. Brax, Lorna, and Keffaa moved alond the forrest, the rain pummled them as the walked, no need to be silent, the wind and rain drowned everything out. Keffaa the Kobold female moved along on all fours, her tail straight back, it wasn't a big tail, about five inches or so, and it normaly would be hid under the very short skirt she wore, but now that she was walking on all fours, it showed. Lorna was like Brax, shin deep in mud every step, seldom had Brax been so hard pressed to walk, and the wind even dilluted by the trees, was pusshing them hard with every gust. Brax rounded a coner, and there it was a tree hanging over an outcroping, a dead tree to cross over, and the small creek that flowed out of the cave. Brax cringed, spear, sword, shield, and knives. Brax hopped the horse, mule, and pony would all still be tied up and alright when they managed to make it back. Brax, chuckling, smiled, not if, but when, he liked that, no doubts. A flash of fur caught his eyes, Arrffaa, brax thought, up over the entrance, by the tree, that must have been where he was doing that high pitched yelping, that he couldn't hear, from. Brax, for the first time wondered how come Lorna knew all of this, and he didn't. Lorna spoke, "Arrffaa says that we should strike only at the heads, not the bodies, the scales are weakest at the throats, and near the eyes". Brax could see that, made sense to him, but still, what did it matter. Brax and the others slowly approached the entrance, Brax noticed that as they got closer, Kefffa dropped back, and Arrffaa stayed put, Brax grew concerned.

  Brax and Lorna were at the point of no return, and the tailed Naga, moved it eyes, but, not it's body, it tounge sneaked out, wriggled slowly, tasting the air, it's muscles pushed had and very slow, it knew it was in danger, but as Arrffaa had said, the Naga appeared to be unable to prevent what was about to happen next. Brax brought his spear to the neck, and with a hard shove pushed it straight into the neck of the Naga. Brax twisted and turned the spear, and blood oozzed out, much less than he had expected. Lorna had moved forward and brought her short spear to side ways into the neck of the other tailed Naga, Brax looked at her as she did so, and was startled when his spear went down and brought him with it. Brax landed on a knee, heart pumping Brax struggled to stand upright, but realized that the Naga had just collopsed forward, dragging the spear and Brax with it. Brax was wide eyed, and the sound rushed back to him, the rain pelted his face, it was colder now than before. Brax wrestled the spear out of the body, and moved onward into the cave, glancing back at the slain Naga, he noticed that both Kefffa and Arrffaa now desended upon the Naga, with long sharp knives in hand. Brax moved on to the legged Naga and from behind, slipped his spear into the neck, more blood sprang from this one than the other, Lorna had already dropped hers, and was looking at Brax. Brax slid his spear free, and the Naga dropped. Lorna asked, "now what"? Brax furrowed his brow, what did she mean he wondered. Brax raised his eyes open, right, inside the cave was more Nagas! No cold advantages now, these would be female Nagas with young. Brax frowned, and spoke, "inside the cave, our long swords and spears won't work well", Brax sighed, "we will need a torch, and our long knives". Lorna scruntched up her face, "a torch? what for?" Lorna pointed out to him with her finger, first to her eyes, then towards the two Kobolds, then to Braxs' eyes, "we can all see in darkness, can't we"? Brax stopped, blinked hard, thought about it, Orcs and Elves had a simalar ability to see in darkness, but it required some light, even just a star gave some light, Dwarves, Gnomes, Goblins and Hobgoblins could also see in the dark, but it was different, they saw the heat of things. Kobolds and Bugbears can see in the dark too he wondered. Brax asked, "I don't know, can we"? stating next, "even then I need some small measure of light, like an elf" Brax then asked aloud, too loud, "How well can Kobolds and Bugbears see in no light"? Lorna paused, "Well both our kind can see better than then Dwarves, we both can shift our sights, day, night, or no light, I think we can like all of the others can, we shift our eyes". Brax was once again confused, it didn't feel good.

  Brax in in total darkness, but the other three seemd to be moving well enough along. Brax had his hand out stumbling along, making so much noise that Lorna final stopped, and said, "Sir Brax, we will go on ahead, but you need to turn around, you can't see at all in here, I shouldn't have let you come". Brax wanted to protest, but being honest to himself, he knew he would only be in the way, but still his pride was hurt. Brax stopped, nodded his head, hoping they could see it. Lorna and the others moved onward, silently into the cave, somewhere in the darkness, there were Nagas, and Brax was worried for his new companions. Brax slipped back towards the light unseen, somewhere the direction he came from. Brax heard sounds, but couldn't make out where from or what they were. After several minutes, a voice called out to him. Lorna spoke, "you have got to see this Sir Brax"! Kefffa slipped by him, Brax asked "where", but then she was gone before he could finish. Arrffaa walked by, yipped a few barks, and growls and proceeded to drop down and start skinning the Nagas. Lorna spoke, "Kefffa is going to get your animals and bring them here to the cave opening, and out of thsi storm, Arrffaa ia going to collect the skins, and before you ask, no I don't know why". Lorna smiled, "Sir Brax, come here, it seems that you could have come on along anyway, once we went a little deeper in, there is light".

  Brax was amazed, moss showing light, like the half moon. The water had turned, and the path split, once away from the water, moss began to grow on the cave walls, and in a large den, lay busted eggs, dead Nagas, and a well lived living space that had been a home for the Naga Hamdal, Snakeman Bandits. Brax was smiling as much as Lorna was, these thieves had done well robbing the local road. Brax wondered how many had been killed by them to have piled ups a couple of chest of gold, silver, pewter, and coins of this nature. Most was rings, and jewlry, but it didn't matter. They were going to be well off, they would all get a nice share. Brax had never felt so lucky, and so alive. This is the kind of loot that he had dreamed of when he joined the Army, but all he had ever been given until his Knighthood was a uniform, weapons, and bad food, and little pay. Brax was so happy, he grabbed Lorna and kissed her. Lorna pushed away, and punched him in the gut. Brax sighed hard, and looked very confussed. Lorna, stepped back, stuttering, "Sir, Sir, Br, Brax" Lorna calmed herself. Breathing slowly, speaking, "I'm sorry, Sir Brax, but you shouldn't have done that". Brax stood up, "it is alright" Brax was confused, he liked Lorna, "Come here, I'll be gentle". Lorna frowned, "Sir Brax" Lorna paused, "I don't believe that I will come there". Brax still confused, spoke, "it's ok, I won't hurt ya, I gots carried away in tha moment, It's ok". Lorna said, "good", all she could think to say since she could be put to death for having struck Sir Brax, and maybe it had just been the moment, the shock and overwhelming happiness of such wealth at their feet. Lorna wanted to be sure he understood why though. Lorna said, "my husband will be pleased with my share". Brax, startled, eyes opened wide, then wider in realization, "YES! I would bet so." belted out of his mouth. Brax, was now very unhappy. For some reason, all this loot, meant very little to him now. Brax sat down on the nearest thing he could find, lost in his thoughts, Brax could hear outside the ragging storm. Lorna turned and looked at Sir Brax, sitting a dead body of a Naga Hamdal female, at his feet lay the younglings that she and the Kobolds had slain easily. A horse bayed at the opening, Kefffa had returned, and the storm ragged loudly outside.

   Hal traveled down the muddy road. Rain fell heavy, he dragged his left foot along beside him. His left arm in a sling ached. The rain was cold, and the wind was not kind. His bones ached, and his left legs muscle throbbed. Hal squinted his eyes in the downpour, his hat offering little protection as it lay soaked through and through. His right arm pit was raw from the crude crutch. His hand faired little better. Each step was pain, and each pain was a reminder of his wounds. Hal dragged himself along, drifting back to that day, a few weeks ago. His camp of Halfling Archers, The Bowfordshire Bowmen, was part of a three company detachment camping at the Three Bridges Ford, though two bridges had long since fallen into the river, they were to guard the bridge until the whole army arrived over the next few days. A company of Orcs camped several miles south, he had been told they were about 12 miles or so away, he would find out later they were actually about 20. The Orcs were rumoured to be some of the best Long spearman Infantry in the kingdom. They were guarding Soders Gap, the only pathway around the bridge, withing 50 miles in both directions. Though just about anyone could cross the river by wading it, the river became very deep in parts and crossing it during rainy season was paramount to slitting ones throat, you might survive, but you were more likely to die. The Ogre Army had massed along the border, and slipped across, raiding, looting, and heading towards the Bridge two weeks earlier, and The King had ordered an emergency call to arms, and several companies of militia had heeded the call. The Militia was amassing forming an Army, three hundred guarded the bridge, a Company of Halflings, a good hundred strong, finest Archers one and all, a Company of Halfling Slingers, sure eyed, and true shots, could hit a wild hare on the run, with each sling shot of a stone. A Company of Dwarves had settled in and Heavy Infantry, they had made Hal feel better, just knowing they were there. Hal, blinked, he had been very wrong to feel safe just because the Dwarves were there.

  Hal had been brought back from his memories, he was hungry, so very hungry. His stomach ached, grumbled, rattled, and quivered. He thought back to his wifes cooking. By goodness, she was a terrible cook, meats were barely warm, breads were burt offerings to some unknown gods that she apparantly worshiped behind his back. Daily offerings he called them. Hal had dreaded the foul smell of her cooking as he came home from the fields. Her cooking was so bad, that his friends had long since given up coming to vist, out of fear that HIS wife would offer her cooking to them. Hal loved her deeply, had since she and he were children, but her cooking was the worse. Hal would love to have even a tiny morsle now. His hunger was growing and his weakness was too. Hal stopped, Opened his empty water shin, and knelt down along the side of the road, dipping his waterskin into the least murky part of the water. It wasn't clean, but he had to have some. Hal drank, and it did not taste pleasant. Greatful for some water, sad that he had come to this.

  Hal began to walk, dragging his wounded leg as he went. His crutch sinking deeper into the muddy road with each passing step. Hal was once more loosing himself in memories. The horn sounded the alert, waking him from his sleep. Three deep blast, three deep blast, three deep blast, over and over. Hal grabbed his shirt, pulling it on, grabbed a boot, and tripping over the other, laying half sitting upon the ground, pulling one boot one, then the other. Sounds of battle came to his ear, sounds of screams, metal clashing, arrows singing. Grabing his leather jerkin, running out of the tent, bumped into by dozens of soldiers scrambling by. Hal was shocked, his eyes widened, Ogres, so many Ogres. Quickly throwing his arms into the sleeves of his leather jerkin, a knee length, half sleeved, coat like armour with brass rivets to help protect the wearer. Hal grabbed his bow, girded on his short sword, and ran towards the bridge. Hal forgot his arrows. Hal arrived running at full pace, a fifty yard sprint, reached for his quiver of arrows, and cursed. No arrows, looking around he saw many dead archers, reacing down, grabbed a hand full of arrows and let loose without sighting a target.

  Hal wathced in horror as the arrow struck a Dwarf in his shoulder. Hal froze, he felt his pants warm, standing it shock over what he had just done. Hal watched as the Dwarf was stabbed in his left side by an Ogre spear, if Hal had not shot him, the Dwarf would have been able to raise his shield and block the blow. Hal felt his pants get wet, Hal blinked, realizing he had just pissed himself. Hal shook his head, breathed, and promised himself to avenge his foolish mistake, Hal steadied his nerves, gained control over his own body, notched and arrow, drew the bow string back, sighted a target, let loose. Hal watched as the arrow flew into an Ogre, catching him in his arm, the Ogre dropped his arm, and a Dwarf let him have it with an axe, right into his gut. Hal breathed, notched another arrow, and let, loose arrow after arrow, and when he ran out of arrows, he found more amoung the dead. This would continue, until he had to draw his short sword. That would be all too quick. The Company of Dwarves stood their ground, until an hour after sunrise, after that, there were no more Dwarves to stand, only the Halflings, and they were out of arrows well before the last Dwarft feel. Hal cursed himself as pain filled his body, pain wretched throughout his limbs as he found himself falling into the ditch. The muddy ground having given way under his feet. Hal tumbled face first into the muddy ditch. His armpit screamed with pain, the crutch digging in as he hit the ground and slid. Hal struggled to get up. Wipping away grim and water from his face.

  Hal, feeling soaked to the bone, got up, grunting and moaning with each movement. gasping for air, Hal struggled to regain his footing. His upper left arm, offset, once more, rebroken. Hals' leg bleeding more now, then all day, blood seeping upon the ground. Hal began to move, limping, grunting and sobbing with each painful step. Hal looked, ahead, up the road, houses, and smoke from chimneys, a tall chimney that had to belong to an Inn. Hal mustered the strength, and marched forward. Pain, aches, memories, haunting his every step. Hal opened the door, water dripping from every inch of him. The Inn was shabby, smelly, and dirty, but it looked dry. The sign above the door was old, tatered, and peeling. A bright red pony rearing up on hind legs, standing over top of a mug of stout beer. Hal wondered, was it a drunken pony Inn? A drunken red pony Inn? Hal didn't care, he just wanted to be dry. Hal entered the Inn, looked around, it was full of wood smoke, the smell of Read Ale and Dry Beers filled the place, with a hint of piss. Hal didn't care, it was dry. Hal stubbled to the bar, the barkeep, looked at him. Frowning, the HobGoblin grunted, what will it be? Hal realized, he was out of money. Hal coughed, now realizing that though he was soaked to the bone, his throat was now most dry. Hal began, sir, I don't have any money, I am a Soldier returning from the war, if ya coul.... Hal didn't finish the word, the Barkeep had slapped him. The Barkeep screamed, I don't care, if ya ain't got coin, I don't gotta serve ya! The HobGoblin smiled, looked at the local crowd that filled his place, Lads, this one here ain't got no coin.... beggin' for charrrr I ty, drawing out the last word, well why don't ya lads teach dis' worrrrr hero a lesson, orrrr two..... Hal looked around, feeling helpless. Hal said, I just want a dry room, maybe a meal, I'll work for it. The barkeep smile, yellow teeth showing, Yah Halfer ya goona earn it, dez boyz here, gonna make ya earn it. Hal, saw the first punch coming, but there was nothing that he could do. He hit the ground, and then all he could do was feel the kicks, and the off timed punch, sometime later, he woke.

  Hal, lay in the mud, his backpack missing, his crutch gone, his shirt ripped even worse, his waterskin as it was, lay nearby, a shadow in the dark. Hal began to crawl, one good arm pulling him through the mud. Hal sobbed, moaned, and bleed. Hal pulled his way forward. Every now and again, Hal would wake, realizing that he had passed out. Once more he began to crawl. Hal didn't know how long he crawled, but when he wkoe, he was in a wet ditch, by the road, and it was daytime. The clouds still dropped a steady flow of rain, and Hal was still in pain. His Left arm was now, just not broken, but the bone now stuck through. Hal had seen wounds like this before, it had not boded well. Hal was certain that he would die, before he ever made it home. Hal missed his wife, he missed their kids, Hal missed his life. Hal, went to sleep, in the rain, in a ditch, by the road.

 Chapter: 3 Along The Roadway

   Brax had been on the road all day, as night approached he began to wonder if he

had taken the wrong road, he should have arrived in a small hamlet by now, but not

even a farm had been pasted in the past several hours. Knowing that night was

coming on fast Brax decided to find a little place just off the road. Listening with his

Orcish ears he could hear a stream off to his right, and he continued on until he

came around a bend in the road. There he dismounted his horse and lashed it to a

tree limb, Brax stepped into the wooded area, there he could feel the dampness of

the water in the air. Brax didn't have to go very far, not more than 20 steps had been

taken when he found the stream, and there, not far away was a very small clearing,

just up stream from where he had been, and at the base of a very small mound of flat

rocks. Trees covered the mound, and the water came down off of it like a water fall

but it wasn't even head high, but a little more than waist high. Brax walked back out

and lead the horse mule and pony into the woods and tied them to a guide line he

had just tied up. Once tied he unsaddled, and unlaiden the pack animals. Then set

about gathering fire wood. While walking the wooded spot he began to get the

feeling that he was being watched.

Brax gathered several arm loads of small wood and took a hand axe to cut a few

lager ones for the fire. Brax kept his ears open, but could hear nothing to back up

his gut feeling. Between hacks on a fallen tree he paused and took a deep breath,

hoping to catch a scent, and yet, nothing. The hairs stood up on his muscled neck,

his instinct nagged him, but neither his eyes, ears nor his nose could confirm that

feeling. Brax returned with hi third load of much lager wood, and set stones in a

circle from the stream. He went to his supplies and gather his tender box, and with

flint and steel made sparks and fire quickly spread from the tender, and he layed the

small twiggs and they burned nicely. Brax smiled, the smoke filled the air and for a

moment his gut forgot about that nagging feeling.

Brax had now brushed the horse and moved onto the pack mule, rubbing it down so

it could relax from the days journey. Bugs were gathering but the smoke managed to

keep some away. The mules ears twitched, and now so did his, Brax had nice

pointed ears like all Orcs, but he could manage to angle them only slightly. Brax

had that feeling once more. Now he knew something was out there, the mule, the

horse, and even the pony all twitched their ears, all bending then too and fro

searching. Brax strained, but heard nothing. Brax frowned, nothing, not a sound,

except the stream, not a single other sound, not even a bird. The last light of day

faded as Brax stood at the mule, brushing it down. Brax had a feeling that what ever

was here, it was good, very good, at not being noticed.

Brax had finished with the pony, and sat down near the fire, placing his hand axe by

his side, and now he sat to warming his dried meats and dried vegitables in water to

make a make shift stew. Placing his three legged iron pot just inside the circle of

stones to warm it to a gentle boil, he sniffed, and other than the stew, nothing. Now

that it was night he switched to his Orcish night sight, he could control his pupil

dialation as all Orcs could do, and once he opened them to the fullest he could see

shadows in the trees, but not together. One was across the stream, and who ever

they were they were very good. Two others were up on the little mound, and only

their heads were clear to be seen, and maybe they were the better, because they had

got to within a few yards of him and he had never smelled, heard, nor seen them.

They were good. He smiled to himself, breathed deep and exhailed slowly.

Brax spoke loudly and deeply, "I have a warm fire, and plenty of smoke to keep the

bugs from bighting so hard, if you be friendly, speak, and come join me, if you not

be friendly, attack now, before these mosquitoes bleed ya dry". Chattering teeth and

dog like yelps followed, and then slowly a small figure then another rose to Braxs'

right, up on the mound of stones, Brax could now see two Kolbolds about three feet

tall or just over that, one was a male, and the other a female. As with their

traditions, both wore only a loin cloth, and nothing else, except a leather satchel

and leather sandles. Otherwise a leather belt held on a very thin loose cloth. Brax

shrugged his brow, well that explains how close they were able to get to him.

Kobolds were natural trackers and scouts. They had been highly sought after in the

recent war. Kobolds could speak to each other over very long distances in a voice

that could only be heard by dogs, horses and other Kobolds. He chuckled to

himself, they could also sneak into an Ogre camp, slit a few throats and be gone

before the blood was noticed. They had a bad reputation for sex though, Kobolds

would stop to have sex with anything that moved, be it animal, eachother, or

themself. If the mood struck them, they did it.

Brax spoke once more, "come and join me" and he kept his eyes on the woods

acroos the stream and the corner on his eye on the Kobolds now coming down off

the mound. Brax spoke, "is that your friend out there?" nodding towards the woods

across the stream, "I know you are there by the trees". The Kobolds looked and the

female yipped once more, and now in the darkness a figure moved. It was large, and

looked well built. Brax wondered if maybe he should reach for his hand axe, but

decided against it. At the edge of the stream a long haired Bugbear now stood, and

Brax felt his jaw drop, she was beautiful. She lowered to a stoop at the bank and did

not cross. She dropped her pack and cupped her hand for a drink of water. She was

wearing leather and chainmail, very much like he had worn in the war.

It had been a few hours and introductions had been made and as it seemed to be

common place now adays, they all knew of Sir Brax the Orc Knight Errant. Brax

now felt at ease with them for they all had just been released from the Army and

these were his fellow soldiers, returning home once more. Laylak the female

Bugbear had been in service as a Shieldmaiden and had seen the last battle. The

Kobolds were now a couple and had served as such and together in the Army, they

had been messangers and scouts. They had been at the last battle as well but had

been along the bridges, but they knew about the Battle of the River Pass. Sharing

his fire and some of his food Brax felt at ease, and with a smile made his call to

good nights sleep. Wrapping himself in a blanket, and laying upon his bedroll, he

rested his head upon his pack and wished them all a good sound sleep. Closing his

eyes, he could hear the Kobolds across the fire, opened one eye, and yep, they were

a couple, and their kinds reputation for sex anywhere was well founded it seemed. 

The Kobolds were mostly nude anyway, and they didn't bother to undress, the little

guy had a hand wrapped around his cock and was working to a full hard erection,

the little gal was rubbing her clit getting it ready to take her mate. She bent over and

he quickly went to work no forplay here, it was all bussiness he supposed. He was

behind her and she was bent over legs spread and her hand on the ground. Brax felt

his own cock growing and after a minute or so slowly reached his hand down to rub

on his growing cock. he lossened his belt and slipped it out but kept it under the

blanket. The little guy was pounding his little cock, well little compared to an Orcs,

but for a Kobold, normal he supposed, about 4 inches perhaps, into his little

Kobolds pussy and a feverish fast pace, like he was in a race and was determined

not to loose. Brax stroked slowly but steady, trying not to be seen. Soon the little

guy finished, and he pulled out and sprayed all over her pussy, it ran down both the

insides of her legs, they both yipped and yupped, he wrapped an arm under her and

pulled her up, and hugged her from behind. Licked her check with his dog like

tounge. Then Brax noticed, they both were looking at him.

Brax stopped stroking his cock under the blanket, but it was too late, as the little

female Kobold crossed the fire and lifted the blanket, and Brax grabbed at it, but

too late. Her wolf like fangs showed in the fire light, and her mate soon stood over

him too. Brax wasn't sure what they were saying, since all he could hear was yips

and little barks. With a nod from her mate she bent down and grabbed Braxs' cock

and pulled it towards her, Brax was a little scared by those teeth or hers, and not

sure about her mate standing right there over them. Soon that concern left his

thoughts, she pulled with her tiny clawed hands and after a minute she used that

dog like tounge in ways Brax had never imagined. She used long licks and from the

base to the tip lapped at his cock. Brax rolled over on his back and she continued

for several more minutes, then she raised herself above him and crossed one leg over

to straddle him. Brax was unsure how she would ever fit his Ocrish cock into that

tiny Kobold pussy, but she slipped the head right and and with just a few ups and

downs he was balls deep inside her, he wrapped his Orc hands about her waist his

thumbs meeting at her belly button, and his middle fingers touching at her back, she

was so tiny. She moved up and down and Brax noticed that over him, still standing

was her mate, he was hard once more and was stroking his cock watching

everything.

Her mate was stroking fast and hard and as she moved her hips riding the Orcs cock

she looked up at her mate and knew he would soon explode, she reached out with

her left had and took her mates' cock and licked it, all the while riding the Orc. Brax

was impressed, the feel of her pussy was tight but so wet and silky as she moved her

hips. Still holding her waist, feeling the rough scales about her body, each scale was

like that of snake, but more soft leathery in touch, and each scale had a single hair

coming from the tip end.  He could see that her mate was releasing his jism and she

lapped it with her tounge, some still feel on her chest. She continued to hold her

mates cock in her hand as Brax felt his own release build and as he began he held

her firmly with both hands. Brax grunted and let go as the last of his jism pulsed out

of his cock into the tiny Kobold. Once his cock went limp the Kobold pulled herself

up and off of Brax, her mate and her began to lick eachother. Brax now free and

clear of the Kobolds looked over and saw the female Bugbear, she raised her

eyebrows. Brax slumped his head back deep into his pack that he was using for a

pillow, he had forgotten that she was there. Brax breathed deep and tried to ignore

the fact that the Kobolds were at it once more. Brax closed his eyes and rolled over

away from the fire.

Chapter; 2 A Troubled Mind Knows No Rest

"Sir Brax" Spoke the stableboys, as Brax walked into the yard. They bowed slightly,

they had seen Orcs before, but never like him, most Orcs were greenish yellow, but

Sir Brax was greyish. "Is my horse and mule ready?" Brax asked, with a small grin.

A stableboy said, "Yes sir!" with a too eager voice, "your horse and mule, and we

were told to pack up a pony for you too!" Brax furrowed his brow, "and who told ya

to do that?" Brax asked, "I don't ever recall owning a pony." The boys paused, then

one spoke slowly, "the stable master told us Sir", the boy unsure of how to handle

the question, "honest". "Go fetch me the stable master then" Brax spoke just as

slowly as the boy, "I need to make sure I'm not taking anything that I'm not suppose

to." Brax stood and waited.

Soon a sourly older Bugbear appeared, "Is there anything wrong Sir?" in a deep

voice, sounding like a drum of war, "I have made sure everything was packed,

including your trunk, did we miss anything?" The Bugbear stable master tilted his

head, unsure of what he may have done wrong. Brax spoke, "the boys mentioned a

pony" The Stable master smiled, "Yes Sir, we were instructed to provide you with a

pony, not all of your belongings would fit on the mule" Brax paused, then said,

"Very well, and could you thank whoever it was for me, I feel the need to go, in a

hurry." Brax started to turn towards the animals now being lead out of the stables.

The Bugbear spoke, "Sir, if I may?" now pausing, the Bugbear not certain of what he

was to say, "I just wanted to tell you," He hesitated, "Thank you" the old Bugbear

being more uncertain by the minute, "At the Pass, what you and your kind did, it

was," the aged Bugbear at a lost for words paused once more, "I had sons there, four

sons, the oldest not more then 16, and the youngest was but 10, if it hadn't been for

you'alls stand, I would hate to think about what might have happened, if them Ogers

had gotten through like that, they would've surprised the camp." Brax put on a stern

face. The stablemaster continued his voice getting deeper, "You'all saved the Army,

you saved them all, my sons, they all got to come home, thanks to you, and I just

wanted to say, Thank You Sir Brax!" Brax stood firmly, a gentle nod, barely

noticable. He spoke, " It was our duty, you are welcome, and please give to your

sons my regards." Brax turned, walked to the Horse.

Brax felt silly, as he stood gentley petting the nose of the horse. He felt silly with all

this attention, silly for all the thank yous, silly because of these new clothes, silly

for the way he looked, and silly because he didn't know what he was suppose to say.

Brax thought, time to feel less silly, going to the chest, now strapped upon the mule

along one side, and another chest upon the other, poor animal Brax thought quitely,

He reached inside and pulled out the chainmail shirt, slipped it over his clothes. It

was shortsleeved, and barely knee length. A split ran down the sides of both legs,

Brax squinted, unsure of how effective it would be in combat. All of a sudden he

noticed just how well it fit him, they measured him for new clothes, so maybe they

fitted him for this new armour too, it would make sense. Out of the chest he brought

out a new sword, looking at he noticed that it was a match for the sword he had

been presented the day before. Except this sword was shorter and not as broad. Not

a short sword, but not a long sword either, he sinched it to his side gearing it on.

The other sword was a larger version of this sword, but broader. He would check it

better later. He secured the truck lid and lashed it down good and tight. His very

large two handed sword that he had been presented the day before was strapped to

his horse.

He began to mount the horse when a cry came out from the gateway. "Sir Brax a

word, if you would please." shouted an elderly Elf Lord, "I would have a word

please, before you set off". Brax didn't know him, but by his cloathing and the

Badges he wore, he knew he must be important. The Elf, out of breath, paused part

way there, "My Sir Brax, if you would a word please". Brax moved to cut down the

distance between them, as he moved he saw the Elf was of considerable age, and not

in the best of health. Brax spoke, "stay your ground My Lord, and I will come to

you".

Brax moved slowly, unsure of what this may be about. As Brax closed the distance,

the Elf Lord was made more clear, he was a Duke, by the look of his crest in the

Badge. As soon as Brax was in earshoot, the Elf Duke began to speak, "Sir Brax, I

would ask you for a word". Brax nodded, "Of course, My Lord, how may I attend to

the Duke?" A relieved look, from the Duke swayed Brax, seldom had Brax ever seen

such a look of torment, saddness, mixed with regret. The Duke spoke with an aged

quivering voice of desperation, "It is about my son" The Duke closed his eyes, pain

upon his face, "I would ask you first for your forgivness, it was my eldest son who

command the Army in such a disgraceful fashion that lead to a near disaster." Brax

cut him off, "My Lord, he was young and over eager, such a mistake can be easily

overlooked" The Elf interupted him, "No! It can not!" An angry look replaced the

expressions from momnets ago, " I will have to live with that disgrace for all my

remaining years, I made so many mistakes leading up to that day, and THAT child is

my biggest!" the Duke grimmaced in possible pain, Brax was unsure of what to do,

yet again. The Duke pressed on, "accept my apolagies, for all the lives that were lost

because of his ill planning, and know that the gift of the slave girl that I sent to you

last night is just one of many?" Brax was not ceratin if the Duke was requesting his

acceptance of demanding it now. Brax raised his head, and said, "of course My

Lord"  Brax had not been aware that the young Elf Maiden last night had been a

slave.

The Elf Duke then looked sad once more, "Sir Brax, a request," the Duke speaking

softly once more and with a slight weezing and cough, "I have a deliquit situation, a

matter of an old indiscreation from many years ago, and I would intend to have you

to perhaps set it right for me." Brax was confused, and he now had the feeling that

this would become his daily norm. Speaking softly, the Duke said, "You know that

upon the same morning that your Company made it's stand at the Pass, that another

group made up of 3 Companies held the Bridge to the North?" Brax nodded not

sure where the Duke was going with this. The Duke continued, "Though the Bridge

did fall, they did make a valiant stand, they bought the time that was needed to

bring up from the rear more troops, and among them was a young Elf, a Half Elf, he

survived but was wounded many times that day" the Duke paused, "He was my son,

my son, but not from my wife". Brax didn't know why the other species had such

notions like this, amoungest his own kind such births did not offer such

embassments. The Duke found his voice once more, "I know him to be brave, and

true, I never acknowledged him, openly, I seem to have failed in which son to

mentor and which one to cast away, but I would now ask you Sir Brax to set it

right." The Duke clearing his throat, "Would you consider finding him and making

him your Squire?" 

Halbrandt walked slowly, with a limp as he approached the village farm houses

along the road. His leg ached, and had been bleeding all afternoon. He hobbled

along with a crude crutch under his good arm, his left arm was still in a make shift

sling. He stopped and raised his head, looking about to see if he reconized anyone,

or anyplace. He didn't. Letting out a breath and inhailing deeply he mustered up te

strength to carry on a few more dozen yards to the first house, to beg for a night in

the loft of the barn.
 
Halbrandt dragged his wounded left leg forward until he could reach the door, once

there he knocked, took his hat in hand and wished for kindness. Remembering a bit

too late to dust off his clothes, for as he started, the door opened. Standing at the

open door was an older gruff looking Goblin woman, with large jowles and an

overbite. She looked as if gauging him, as if trying to figure out who or perhaps what

he was. "What do ya want" she asked in a gruff, crackling voice, "What are ya?" she

wrinkled an eye. "You can call he Hal, mam'm" Halbrandt spoke, "I'm a soldier

returning home from the war" He paused, "as for what I am, I am a Halfling". She

grunted, "You don't look like most Halflings that I've ever seen," The old Goblin

woman inhailed sharply, "ya told me who ya are, but not what ya wants." Hal

opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he was interupted. "I suppose you

be asking for some charity?" She said, "I don't have none". "I just need a night in

Your barn mam'm" Hal spoke, "Just a night, to rest my leg", Hal then added, "you

are correct too, I'm not much like the other Halflings, I am part Elf."

Hal had a rough time climbing the ladder into the old loft of the barn. Now settled

in, he pulled out a bit of his old rations from the Army, and had a bite of dried meat,

and sampled his dried fruit. He reached for his wine skin, only to find it mostly

drained, much as he now was. He choked down the last few drops, wrapped himself

in his worn, tattered wool blanket, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

Hal felt the warm lips press against his, waking with sun drifting into his window, he

smile, as the soft voice whispered, good morning. Then her body was against his, her

 ample breast teasing him through her night gown. Hal grabbed the beautiful

Halfling and pulled her close. Soon he had her breast out and began to kiss and

suckle them. She moaned with pleasure. Hal worked his way down and pulled up

the end of the gown, kissing then licking he wet pussy. He began to work his way

around the clit then began to take turns kissing, then blowing and then kissing. She

moaned as he licked and she quivered and came. Now she was on top and he was

laying propped up against the bed rail, she had his cock in her hand and she slowly

pumped his cock as she sucked on the head. Her other hand slipped into his ass

checks, he could feel her slip a finger into his ass as she gave him head, slowly

pushing her long nailed fingers into his ass, and searching for that spot she knew all

to well.

Hal closed his eyes and she pushed two fingers into his ass, working his cock with

her other hand, and sucking just the tip of his cock. She looked up at him with those

beautiful brown eyes of hers, she knew he would be close, but she wanted him to

know what she was thinking. Hal could hold off no longer, she could feel his

impending release, she pulled with both fingers into his groan, pumped faster with

her other hand, and sucked hard on the head of his cock, as he looked into her eyes.

Hal could hold it no longer, and released hard, she pumped her hand, and squeezed

every drop of Hals' into her mouth. Then backing off his cock, but keeping her

fingers in his ass, she raised up and kissed him hard, slipping every drop of his cum

into his mouth. Hal kissed his wife deep and accepted her gift to him. and began to

relax. She pulled her fingers out, and lay beside him.

Hal woke up with the sound of rain, he felt cold. The dream of the last day with his

wife was fresh on his mind. Hal missed her so much, no woman had ever been able

to please him as she had. That had been so long ago, before the war. Hal just

wanted to get home, to once more hold her. He wrapped himself up tight in his

worn blanket. It was still dark, his wounds were still very sore. The rain pounded

upon the roof of the old, now leakey barn. The air had the chill in it that it had not

had a few hours before. His bones ached, and now after that dream, so did his groin.

He ached for his wife. Hal, now found sleep, a hard to find objective, his mind to

full of memories.

 Chapter 1; Night of the Orcish Knight

 The Orc stood looking in the looking glass, not certain at what he expected. Never

had he worn such fine clothes. They had insisted ofcourse. He wasn't certain if he

were to return them now that the cerimony was over, or were they a gift. He looked

once more, the Badge of Knighthood stood out upon his chest, golden glimmer

against an all black shirt made of the finest linen he had ever worn. He didn't like it,

wool suited him better, linen just seemed to unnatural to him.

Sir Brax!, spoke the Chamberlain, The King wishes you to accept these gifts. A

chest was brought in, carried by two young pages of the Court, they sat it down near

the middle of the room and bowed their heads as they departed. The Chamberlain

stood, looking, raised his eye brows, then coughed. Brax stood for a moment, then

crossed to the chest, slowly opened it. Inside were more clothes, all black, stacked

neatly to one side. Then he noticed the lid, built into the large chest were hangers

for three swords and there neatly within were his swords, except the one he now

wore. His hand went out to touch them, then he looked down, to the other side of

the chest. A helm, resting atop chainmail, and palderon, vanguards, a chestplate too.

Such armour he had never had, but he had seen many of a Knight wear it upon the

Fields of Battle that he had shared with them. Now, he too was amoung the Noble

Knights. Ironic he thought; an Orc from the western ridges, the Lowlands in the

shadows of Vandmoore Peak, now a Knight Errant. All it had cost him was,

everything and everyone he had held so dear.....

Will the Sir be staying another night? asked the Chamberlain, "or should I prepare

the Sirs' horse and pack animals? Brax was not sure what to do, he straightened up

and looked at the Chamberlain, he was short, staut, a heavy beard, dark and grey. A

dwarf, with slightly pointed ears, not unlike the Elf folk, but not as long and

narrow. Brax twisted his lips, unsure still yet what to do. The day had been

overwhelming. Narrowed his brow, puchered his lips, and spoke, "it is too late in

the day, I will take a nights rest, would you arrange to awake me at sunrise, and

have the stable prepare the animals for just past sunrise?" Ofcourse Sir Brax", spoke

the Chamberlain, "I will prepare it for you." the Chamberlain paused, "is there

anything else the Sir requires?" Brax, still unuse to his new Title, "could I have my

meal brought up to my room?" Brax turned, "it matters not what it is, about sunset

perhaps?" "Ofcourse", said the Chamberlain, "if there is anything else, let me know

Sir" the Chamberlain then bowed his head slightly, as he headed for the door.

Pausing the Chamberlain spoke, "Sir, on a personal note, if you do not mind me

saying, thank you for what you did." hessitating, "at the Pass of Soder Gap" Brax

looked around, grimmaced uncontrolabley. "I had two sons in the Camp of Lord

General Blaine of Murfordshire" the Chamberlain swallowed hard, "if it had not

been for your Orc Company standing your ground the way you all did, I suppose the

entire Camp would have been overrun." Brax looked toward the window, not

knowing what to say. Nodded, and lowered his head, remembering; the cold water

to his waste, water flinging about his head, metal clashing upon metal, screams, both

Orc, and Orge as they clashed in a narrow gap between two large boulders at the

base of a mountain, and a river. Brax inhailed sharply, not realizing that he had

been holding his breath, a Company of Orcs just over one hundred strong, guarding

alone as a Brigade of ten thousand squeezed into a pass no wider than two small

houses. "Thank you" came of of Braxs' lips", unsure of what really to say, "I..." Brax

turned, "we", Brax seemed to loose his voice, "We did our duty", Brax felt empty.
The Chamberlain turned and left. Brax turned once more to the window of his

room, crossed the distance and looked out upon the Court Yard, thought back to

the blood and screams, shook his head, and softly spoke, "I don't know how I will

ever live up to this, or how I will ever live this down." Brax closed his eyes tighly as

if to shut out the memories. But, there they were, he fely sick to his stomach.

Sharply inhailing, he had stopped breathing again. He didn't want to open his eyes,

but he did want to look upon the faces of his, brothers, his cousins, his friends, all

screaming, blood soaked, all now dead. His hands shook, he stiffled a small scream,

it came out a gunt, a mild wimper. He cleared his throat, opened his eyes and took a

deep breath. "I am not returning home", he spoke aloud, "I will head North, along

the border", for no one to hear.....

Brax awoke with the turn of the door knob, the click was loud in the darkness of the

night. A light shown into the room, a candle flickering, he opened his eyes slowly,

unsure as to what to expect. Across the room stood a short, slim figure, golden

reddish hair glistening by the light of the candle. Brax spoke, softly, as softly as an

Orc could at least, "what is it?". A quaking, nervous voice cracked in the night air,

soft, and whispery, "My Lord has sent me to you, for the night", a hint of

unsuredness crept into her voice, "I am told to do as you bid me to do." Brax, rolled

onto his elbow, to get a better look, "Come closer, let me see you", she latched the

door, and moved with tiny steeps closer, "You are a pretty little Elf Lass aren't

you?" spoke Brax. "Your Lord sends you to me, for what purpose?". The Elf girl

looked at him, he was so big and strong, his eyes shown in the night, "He bade me to

do as you liked, to serve you tonight". Brax smiled, she was cute, and small even for

an Elf girl. Brax felt a heated desire stir within, smiled, and said, "set the candle

down, and take off your gown, we wouldn't want it ripped and torn now would

we?" She did as she was told, but was shaking, scared Brax supposed.

She stood now naked, her very white skin in the darkness, he motioned with his

hand for her to come to bed with him, she moved her hands to cover herself, not

that it did anygood. She was so small compared to him, as she climbed into bed

with him, she had to climb over him, for Brax didn't move from the corner, he felf

her skin and she was cold to the touch, once she crossed over his body, under the

quilts, he rolled to look at her. Brax laid out his arm for her to lay on, he was warm

to the touch, her hands we cold. He smeeled deeply and his Orc sense of smell

could tell she was not ready to take him, yet. He looked into her face in the dark

and began to gently touch and feel her. She quivered as he did so. Her breast were

small, and her waist was tiny. Her hair was gathered about her neck. Brax kissed

her, she was shocked when his tounge slipped into her mouth, his Orc teeth rubbed

sharply against her lips. Brax moved his left hand down to her clit, and began to

rub. The Elf girl moaned, and Brax could feel her tightness, pulling his mouth from

hers, he stared. Brax spoke, "have you ever been kissed before?" The Elf spoke

whispering, "No", "I", she paused. Brax understood, and smiled to himself in the

dark, by the candle light.

Brax needed to release, he was hard, and throbbing, he moved her head down to his

cock, she looked unsure as to what to do. Brax said, "take it into your mouth, and

kiss it, and suck on it". The Elf did as she was told, she opened and wrapped her

lips around the head, barely able to fit his cock into her mouth. Brax spoke, "take it

in hand, Elf Maiden, hold it tight, and take as much as you can into your mouth"

The Elf did what she could and she beagn to push down onto his cock, then pull

her lips back up, and then back down once more. She tried to go down a little

further but would choke and gasp for air. She kept going, after several minutes, she

felt the large Orcs' muscles tighten and his hips thrust upwards repeatedly, and then

he moaned and as she went down, she choked and he released into her mouth. She

choked and spat as she come up for air. Brax smiled, he gushed over her hand, and

onto her face. The Elf, exclaimed "What was that?" Brax braethed hard, and said,

"don't worry, you did good." Brax pulled her up to him, his jism covering her jaw,

and lips. Her grasped the back of her head, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. This

time as his tounge entered her mouth, she beagan to slip her tounge into his, the

taste of him turned her on. A burning grew in her, desire, replaced her fear.

The Elf through her arms behind her head, and Brax used his tounge to tease her

virgin tight pussy. He sucked, licked and slipped his tounge into her, he tasted her,

and was becoming excited once more. She thrust and rolled about but finaly she felt

something coming, something she had never experienced before, and her muscles

spasmed, her legs wrapped tight about Braxs' head. Brax felt her orgasim build and

when she erupted, he lapped it up, showing her no mercy as he drove his tounge

into her. He was once again hard and throbbing, as she lay there he rose above her,

offering no time for her to recover. He plunged into her, she screamed, she was

certain she had been torn, ripped open. Brax showed no mercy as her pushed his

cock into her tight pussy. The Elf realed her eyes rolled back into her head, Brax

was doing full thrust in, and drawing out almost all the way, leaving just the head

inside her, then hard full thrust, not fast, just steady, building a rythem. Her legs

raised up as he thrust, she was trying to spread as wide as she could, Brax could feel

her tightness from were she had just climaxed minutes before, she was still realing,

and her muscles could not take the strain it seemed. He thrust quicker, and harder,

she seemed to have passed out as far as Brax could tell. He continued, harder,

faster, and building for a second release for the night. Brax moaned loudly,

Thrusted deeply, and released as deep as he could get into her. after a moment, he

rolled them both over so she was laying on top of him, he made sure to do so, in a

manner to keep his pulsing cock inside of her. She lay upon him, a little pain

coursing through her body. She beagan to cry.

Brax didn't know how long he had slept, he awoke with the Elf trying to roll off of

him. Brax wrapped his arm around her as she slipped down to his side. He reached

down and rubbed his cock, to see if there was any chance to bring it back to life.

The Elf lay slightly on her stomach. He rubbed and tugged and began to feel it grow

back to life. Brax pressed up against her ear, "wake up little Elf, I want a little ass

from you this time." She was not sure as to what he ment, she was afraid of what he

could mean, did he actualy mean he was going to fuck her in the ass? She felt his

hand rub her ass check, she wanted to roll over, but his hand grasped her, and

rolled her onto her stomach. Brax raised himself up upon his knees, wrapped both

of his hands around the little Elfs waist and pulled her up onto her knees, she

whimpered. Brax pulled his spit around in his mouth, and when he gathered a glob

he spit it out onto her asshole. He rubbed it in using the end of his cock. The Elf

closed her eyes, and braced for the ripping and tearing to began. Brax pushed into

her asshole, his foreskin rolled back against the strain. He pushed in a little more,

then pulled back, then foreward again, repeating the motion slowly, and going a

little deeper with each thrust. She braced for a full thrust, but once again he pulled

out, then she felt him push into her again, just a little more each time. Soon Brax

pushed into her and his cock reached all the way into her. He pulled out leaving just

the head inside her ass, then with a powerful thrust he plunged into her and began

to push with more vigor, and faster motions. She cried out, more a scream of pain

then one of pleasure, she felt her flesh around her asshole burn, but not a burning of

desire as before. He plunged over and over, she pushed her head down and into the

pillow. She bit her lip, and grunted, her tears streamed out of her eyes, wetting the

pillow. Brax was loving it, he had never had an Elf before, he was greatly pleased

with her. He didn't feel himself growing to climax as before, and he began to slow

the pace, but continued to thrust hard, minutes went by, the candle burned low, and

he thrust over and over. The Elf found herself squeezing tighly to the pillow,

clenching it squinting her eyes and stiffling grunts and groans. Brax beagn to feel the

Elf loosen up, his thrust grew slightly faster, and he could build himself growing to

another climax, and he reached down and grabbed her hair pulling her up off the

pillow. The Elf was suprised by her hair being pulled, and opened her mouth to

scream, she flt the Orcs' tounge slip into her mouth and a hard thrust into her ass.

He pulsed and released into her. His hands both went to her breast, he had ignore

them all night, but now he rubbed them, and pulled her into his chest. Her back

could feel his muscled chest, and the heart beating in it. Her ass relaxed and she still

felt little thrust into her. It didn't hurt anymore. She kissed him back and as she did,

his half errect cock began to grow, she bagan to move her hips and he kissed her

with a tenderness that he had lacked before. Brax could feel himself coming back to

life, just minutes after he released into her. Brax was ready to enjoy this Elf Maiden

once more.