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.