The Realm of Order and Chaos

Chapter 5

(MxM, MxF)

Cirdan awoke alone, laying half nude on the furred bedrolls inside of Kilroy’s cave. He was shocked at first, not knowing where he was. Soon the world came into focus. The Elf man found his clothes nearby and hurried to put them on. He even put his belt on, his longsword attached in its sheath, and walked out of the mouth of the cave, seeing no one around him.

“Hello?!” He shouted, and waited. Nothing answered him.

After a minute he thought he might be in a dream, but after inspecting the camp for a few moments, he realized there was no sign of anyone’s possessions. The pile of logs Kilroy was gathering was gone, there was no meat drying out or second campfire, only one bedroll by the fire.

“Okay… I’m not sleeping…” He said, not sure if it was true. He kept a hand on his sword, looking around his surroundings for some hint of what was happening.

Nothing changed, there was no wind in the air, sounds of nature were gone completely. Silence answered him in every direction. Cirdan drew his sword.

“Gods, show yourself.” He said, unsure if that would work. After a minute or two of nothing happening, Cirdan sheathed his sword and started walking away from the campsite, into the woods.

The time of day seemed to flicker forward in seconds, until it was nighttime. He stopped in his tracks, looking around as if everything was familiar to him again. A noise perked his ears, something was behind him.

Cirdan twirled behind him, Aravaris was leaning on him for dear life, as if she was unconscious. In front of him were three huge Orcs he did not recognize. His sword arm was holding his queen, and he doubted he’d be able to kill any of them with his free arm. So for now, he played the diplomacy route. “We mean you no harm.” He tried to remain calm but his tone betrayed that.

The larger, darker Orc took command. “Who are you?” He hefted a huge greatsword that could kill them both in one swing. Not to mention the two Orcs beside him with bows trained on the two Elves.

“I am Cirdan, and this is Aravaris, she is the rightful Queen of the Meadowlands. She has led me here, with the aid of the Gods, to form an alliance.” The knowledge of his speech only came after he spoke it.

All three of the Orcs exchanged looks, if discreetly. But only the largest spoke. “The Gods are devils.” Kilroy lowered his sword and took another step forward. “What do you know of Gods, Elf-man?”

“I know only what they tell me.” Cirdan didn’t know what else to say.

He sighed. “Are you sure you’re not under their influence right now?”

The Elf man paused. “I have a strange sense of deja-vu.”

All three of the Orcs looked confused. “What does that mean?” Kilroy asked.

“I’m not sure myself now that I say it. Basically, like this has happened before.” Cirdan struggled to stay on his feet.

Kilroy nodded. “We were interrogating an agent of their influence before you arrived, and he disappeared in the middle of it.”

“Disappeared?” He asked, almost falling over with his faltering strength.

“Maybe you should sit down.” Kilroy said, taking the weight of Aravaris off him.

“Okay, fine, just no funny business, Orc.” He was barely aware of his surroundings, sitting down on the ground in a hast. “Tell me more about this, agent of the Gods.”

Kilroy put Aravaris’s back on a nearby tree, making sure the sleeping woman was steady. “I recognize this Elf.” He turned back to Cirdan. “Alright, Cirdan, how did you find our camp?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t remember.” He spoke the truth, though it felt like a lie.

“Kilroy, do you think it’s a coincidence they appeared just as Peter disappeared?” The other male Orc spoke, he was shorter and a lighter shade of green than Kilroy.

“I’m not sure what to think.” Kilroy was honest, though it did nothing to calm or solve the situation.

Cirdan insisted. “What about this agent of the Gods?”

Kilroy looked at him curiously. “Who are you talking about?”

The Elf man furrowed his brow. “He-He was just talking about him.” He pointed at Colborn. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

The large Orc turned his head at him. “I’m not sure if I do.”

What the fuck is happening? What the fuck is happening?

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Cirdan is awoken by Aravaris shaking his shoulder gently. “Wakey-wakey, Cirdan.” She said softly.

He opens his eyes to the cave ceiling, blinking at the harsh light shining in at the early hour. “Ari…?”

“Yes, we found the Orcs. We’re in their camp now.” She sounded happy.

Cirdan sat up, glancing around. There was Lyra, Colborn and Kilroy milling about the campsite, getting various work done. He looked back at her, unsure if he should continue to question reality, as each time he did, it dissolved before his eyes. “Are we safe, my queen?”

She nodded and even smiled. “Of course, Kilroy welcomed us into his clan already. I don’t see a reason to decline, do you?”

“I suppose not.” He was just happy to know what direction was up.

Aravaris was much more clear-headed than him. “Is everything alright?”

Cirdan wanted to shut down any talk of that sort. “Yes, everything is fine, I’m just a little dizzy. I could use some water.”

She nodded and retrieved a waterskin nearby, handing it to him. He drank almost the entirety of it. “Well you weren’t lying.” Aravaris remarked.

He took a few breaths before clamoring to his feet. “How did we get here?”

“Don’t you remember?” She questioned.

“Right, of course I remember. Just jog my memory, everything’s a little hazy.” He tried his best to pretend.

“The gods gave me a vision and it led us here.” She was satisfied with that answer.

“Right, right, now I remember, okay, I was just making sure.” Cirdan sounded unsure, but she didn’t seem that bothered.

“It was a long walk here, I probably pushed us a little too hard.” She stood with him, resting an arm on his to steady him.

Cirdan took a few steps out of the cave mouth, watching Kilroy chop down a massive pine tree. “He’s Kilroy?” He asked.

“Yes, you met him last night.” She rubbed his shoulder. “Maybe you’re just hungry.”

“Yeah you’re probably right.” Cirdan no longer had the energy to fight it. For all he knew, he was imagining the whole thing.

Aravaris led him to the cooking fire, where she laid out a breakfast from the deer Colborn hunted last night. It didn’t take long for the Orcs to follow suit after the smell filled the campsite, and they all gathered around the fire for a meal.

“Feeling better, Cirdan?” Kilroy asked, his usual calm demeanor exposing a hint of concern.

He nodded. “So, what about Peter?” Cirdan asked.

“Peter. Oh, the man from the Human village? It turns out he was just the publisher of that strange book. The author himself is dead, passed away a long time ago.”

Everytime I ask about him, there’s a different answer. He nodded his head and started eating venison and kept quiet.

Lyra spoke up. “You’re spooked, Cirdan.”

Cirdan gave her a glance. “No, just tired, really.” He kept eating, trying to regain some energy.

Lyra looked to Kilroy. “So, what deal did you make with Aravaris and Cirdan? Are they members of the clan?”

Kilroy looked between each pair of eyes on him. “They’re welcome to stay, but they will have to follow Orc rules, Orc culture.” He looked at Cirdan. “He’s strong enough to be a warrior.” Then Kilroy turned to Aravaris. “But what about you?”

Aravaris acted coy. “I’ll make everyone delicious meals.”

Cirdan knew something was wrong from the way his queen was acting, her demeanor was far too relaxed and cheerful. “You seem awfully happy to play campsite cook, my princess.”

All three Orcs exchanged looks. “Princess?” Kilroy said.

The look on Aravaris’s face turned to horror as each Orc grabbed one of her limbs and started ripping her apart.

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Cirdan awoke in the pitch dark forest, the one he lost himself in to begin with. The moon was out in full, filling the night with a slight glow, illuminating his surroundings. He lifted his head up with difficulty, a haziness robbing him of his mental fortitude. The Elf looked around hastily for his companion. “Aravaris?!” He scrambled to his feet, grabbing his sword and yanking it out of the scabbard.

There was nothing around him, and despite his familiarity with the scene, he couldn’t put two and two together to understand which direction was which. His mind was colliding with a force he couldn’t identify.

Cirdan, son of Solsun. You tremble with fear, how disappointing. I thought you might have more strength to survive this mire.

The voice was inside of his head, and no matter what direction he looked, there was nothing there.

So tell me, Elf, do you plan to stay on your knees the rest of your life? Or do you desire more?

“You are a demon.” Cirdan couldn’t shake the fear curling around his spine, goosebumps putting him on a razor edge.

Your ignorance insults me. I am the origin of chaos. The voice sounded more than demonic, speaking in seven tongues at once, each voice contributing a different sound that formed his sentences.

Cirdan dropped his sword, the hair on his arms standing tall. “You’ve been asleep for five thousand years.”

Yes, and now that Callon Lightbringer’s heir is my plaything, I will bring a new age of chaos. Your world will be the playground of Gods. The only question now, is will you be one of them, or their puppet tied to strings?

“The only power you wield is inside my head.” He tried desperately to remember the techniques to defeat the God of Chaos, but he already had a destructive grip on his consciousness.

You feel betrayed by the Elf princess, you never would have left if you knew you’d be a whore to Orcs. That hatred, that desire, the thing you fear most; you know you’d enjoy it.

Cirdan grabbed his head, thumbs squeezing his temple as the demon coiled around the stem of his brain, sucking out every desire and thought and twisting it to his machinations.

The saddest part is, she was just playing on your fears. Even your rudimentary knowledge of Orcs should tell you, you’d be a warrior, a top. Unless… of course… you submit to a lower station, where you know you belong.

His eyes stretched wide open, as entire sections of his mind bowed to the foreign invader. Cirdan now knew how powerless he truly was, only able to squirm in his vice-like tendrils.

Your mouth waters at the idea of submitting. It’s sad, but it’s true. And with you under my thumb, it will be child’s play to usher in the new age. I will do you a favor, you will freely feel your hidden desires. It will bring about my will in the process. Besides, if these experiments have proved anything, it’s that you are the smarter Elf, always finding the inconsistencies in my creations, Aravaris Lightbringer is so much easier to trick. Your basest lusts will make you a compliant and distracted subject. Keeping you on your knees will facilitate all that is to come. Perhaps offering you Godship was hasty; it’s obvious now, you are a servant, nothing more. I want you to know, the only reason I control you so easily, is the abundance of hate you have for yourself in your heart. One moment of weakness is all I require to assume ownership of your soul and mind.

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Aravaris came to her senses slowly, someone was carrying her through the pitch black forest. After a moment she ressaured herself it was Cirdan, and once she oriented herself she could see his Elvish face. “Cirdan?”

“Hush my princess. We’re almost home.” His tone seemed off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Home? Even she didn’t believe an Orc camp was home. The more she thought about it, she realized it might be her home much longer than she imagined.

Cirdan carried her toward the tiny plume of smoke in the distance, as both drew closer they could see the fire illuminate the cave face, and shadows move to and fro.

She regained her composure, and grabbed him by the shoulder. “I think I can walk now.” Without a word, he lowered her to the ground, ready to catch her if her feet couldn’t keep her standing.

After a moment, he was confident she had found her footing. The two walked side-by-side toward the Orc settlement with few expectations. Aravaris broke the silence. “Do you feel strange, Cirdan? I can’t describe it, but something is off.”

Cirdan turned toward her with a blank expression.”I think we’ll be fine, princess.”

His reply only made her more worried. Perhaps the long trip had fatigued him more than she realized. “Why do you call me princess instead of queen?”

The male Elf did not return her gaze. “You have yet to earn that, many trials stand between the difference of those titles. You may never live to see it. It is better to embrace what we are, not pretend we are what we are not, don’t you agree?”

She couldn’t argue with his logic, but wondered where exactly it came from. He wasn’t acting like the Cirdan she argued with in the tavern. Some part of her envied his straightforwardness. “I suppose so.”

Both of the Elves made it to the small clearing below the mouth of the cave before the Orcs noticed them.

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“Chieftain.” Colborn rose to his feet, grabbing his bow and notching an arrow. “Trouble.”

Kilroy looked toward the mouth of the cave, spotting the two slender figures standing at the small clearing in front of their base. “Lyra, with me. Orien, stay here.”

The three warriors strolled out of the cave with weapons drawn, ready for the fight of their life.

Kilroy carefully examined the unknown figures, a petite Elf man dressed in full royal platemail, a gold and jewel encrusted sword at his hip. The other figure, an Elf female, he recognized if only by her armor and long flowing white hair. He stopped a few feet away from them, Lyra with two longswords drawn standing on his right, Colborn with a drawn bow on his left. “What is your business here, elves?”

The woman spoke first, Kilroy finally realized once he heard her first words that she was the woman who they encountered before, in the Elvish woods. “I have need of your help.” She was not threatening them with a fireball this time, which made Kilroy much more relaxed compared to their first encounter.

“You were threatening my life a few days ago, so I hope your reasoning is sound.” Kilroy lacked patience in his tone, his large greatsword in hand, stance ready for combat.

“It might be hard to explain while you aim arrows at me.” She remarked, putting her hand on her hip.

Kilroy was wary, but at the same time did not ignore her ‘request’. He turned to Colborn and nodded his head. Colborn lowered his bow a foot or two off target, still ready to kill her at a moment’s notice. The Orc chieftain turned back to her. “Speak your piece.”

The Elf female did not look relieved after Colborn lowered his bow, but continued anyway. “My father is Callon Lightbringer, he has decreed I must marry our blood enemies to unite the Elf realm. I do not believe they act in good faith, I see this marriage as a way to lower our guard to allow them full control of the kingdom. I ask your help, as fierce warriors, to help me claim my right to the throne.”

Colborn spoke up. “What is your name?”

“I am Aravaris Lightbringer, this is Cirdan Sindar, my personal guard.” She rested a hand on his shoulder. Cirdan never drew his sword, and barely reacted to the three Orcs strolling up on them, but he kept a watchful eye.

Kilroy absorbed her words slowly, but once he decided on a conclusion, he lowered his greatsword, forcing Lyra to copy his action. “Why would an Elf seek help from Orcs? And how are three of them supposed to help you gain a throne?” He stopped himself. “A better question might be, how did you find our camp?”

She let go of Cirdan’s shoulder and mulled over his words. “We heard rumors of Orcs kidnapping a man to eat him. So I,” She snapped fire into her hand. “Used Elvish magic to follow the Orc footsteps. I seek your help because I know you are not typical Orcs, most would try to kill and rape an Elf. You barely seem willing to kill in self-defence.” Aravaris let the magical ember in her hand dissipate. “With my magical abilities, seizing my city by force would be child’s play. I only need an elite team of fighters to protect my advance. Any more questions?”

Kilroy took a polling glance from Lyra and Colborn, neither seemed swayed one way or the other. Why would there be such a rumor? We did no such thing. “We may be able to help, if there’s something in it for us, other than your eternal gratitude.”

She slung the massive sack of gold tied to her belt toward his iron boots. “There’s the down payment, much more after I am restored to my proper titles.”

He picked up the sack, knowing by its weight it contained ten times the amount he had squirreled away after decades of killing for another chieftain. Kilroy didn’t take very long to decide. “Fine. But if you live with us, you live under our rules. Elf culture, I know it well, it’s not a regime I’d ever tolerate.”

Aravaris smiled. “I agree. After I take my throne, expect some radical changes.”

For once, the tension loosened between the five people, and each one felt the relief flow. Kilroy motioned toward the cave. “Let’s gather by my fire, and discuss further.” Colborn reached for the sack of gold in front of Kilroy, grabbed it and strolled ahead of the group to secure it.

The two Elves noticed the redheaded human relaxing by the fire surrounded by furred bedrolls, as they all walked toward it. Once everyone situated themselves next to the blazing warmth, Lyra spoke up to the silent crowd.

“Who wants some beer?” She grinned wide.

Kilroy and Colborn nodded, Orien stayed still while Cirdan and Aravaris pondered. The Elf princess spoke up quickly. “Yes, we’ll both take one.” She glanced at Cirdan, and he made no motion to disagree.

Each of the Orcs discarded their weapons and armor, stripping down to the leather undergarments they wore underneath. After that, the Elves followed suit, Cirdan placing his platemail carefully beside him next to his finely crafted longsword. Aravaris wore a much lighter leather armor, so she only discarded her bow, quiver and sword.

Lyra jumped to her feet, before grabbing five tankards and filling each with the foamy Dwarven brew. “I’m glad we have the gold to buy more, but I’m not sure Peter is a reliable source.”

It took her two trips to deliver each drink to its recipient, but before long all five of them were throwing back the alcohol freely.

Colborn eyed Orien’s sober and empty hands. “Do you not like ale?” He asked, curious more than anything.

Orien had remained silent, still unsure why the Elves were even sharing their campfire. “I like to keep a clear head. I’ve seen too many people lose their temper in the tavern, I just don’t see the point.”

He slid closer to the female, and handed her his tankard. “Have a taste of it, at least. Don’t let the village idiots dissuade you from trying.”

Orien smirked warmly toward the Orc, before accepting his drink and taking a swig. She coughed ever so slightly, but took another drink. Her tongue needed to wet her lips after, trying to shake the bittersweet taste. “Mm, I’m not convinced Colborn, but thank you.”

Colborn shrugged and returned his attention to Kilroy, who was staring down the Elves and most likely developing an idea of them.

Cirdan finally spoke up after a couple drinks of the strong brew. “This is much stronger than Elven wine.” He seemed inebriated already.

Kilroy responded. “I’m surprised, Elven wine is much more expensive than Dwarven beer.”

Cirdan nodded. “Often in Elven culture, the name of who made it needlessly inflates the price of an inferior product.”

Aravaris had a hard time swallowing the beer, its bitter aftertaste sent her reeling. She and Cirdan were probably dehydrated from their traveling, making the ale hit harder than normal.

Kilroy held his ale much better than most, finishing his first drink without a sweat. “Well, do either of you know of Orc culture?” He asked the Elves, more curious than anything.

Aravaris answered first, more honest than she’d normally be because of the strength of her beer. “Only that the stronger Orc dominates.”

Cirdan finished his drink rather quickly, more drunk than he probably realized. “That’s why you’re chieftain, right Kilroy?”

Kilroy had yet to introduce himself to the male Elf, but now that he spoke directly to him, he made it a priority to examine the Elf-man. He was as slim and slender as the Elvish princess, but still wirey and strong as any warrior. His light blue eyes and gold blonde hair reminded him of the typical Elf female, but he was much more than that. The entire time they trained arrows and swords at him and his princess, he didn’t even react. The veteran Orc knew by that alone, Cirdan was tougher than he looked. Part of his appeal was the casualness he shrugged off danger and threats, exuding confidence that he could deal with and kill any creature that stepped up to the plate. Kilroy already had immense respect for him before even really knowing what type of person he was. “You are right, Cirdan Sindar.”

“So formal.” Cirdan set the empty tankard on the stone ground.

Aravaris was still struggling to work through her beer, but after her honor guard polished his off, she felt compelled to meet his intensity. She downed the rest of her beer and wiped away the foam on her soft, supple lips, setting the empty container next to Cirdans’.

Lyra had already completed her first beer by that time, barely affected. “Another round?” She asked, looking at each person arranged around the warm fire.

Colborn, refusing to be outdone by Elves, polished off their beer and slammed it down next to them, answering Lyra’s question without words. She grabbed each one and returned a full drink to each one of her companions.

Kilroy turned his attention to Cirdan, unable to ignore the silent, contemplative man. “Tell me Cirdan, have you ever experienced combat?”

Cirdan was already tossing back another swig of the beer when Kilroy asked. “I was a squire when I killed my first enemy. It was the Orc invasion of Rain-Clearing.”

The Orc chieftain nodded. “Orcs as your first enemy, it must not have been easy.”

“I cut off his sword arm after a few blows, and he drew a dagger to kill me.” Cirdan continued drinking.

“A true warrior, he must have felt honored to be killed by such a young and skilled Elf.” Kilroy polished off his second drink with ease, obviously used to the strength of Dwarven ale.

Cirdan nodded, collecting what breath he could between talking and drinking. “Well, I didn’t ask him before he bled out. But knowing Orcs, you’re probably right.”

Kilroy locked eyes with the Elf warrior. “You are too humble for my taste.”

“I didn’t ask you to taste me.” Cirdan remarked, sipping at his beer.

Colborn, Lyra and Orien chuckled, leaving Kilroy out cold.

Aravaris observed silently, more unaware of Orc culture and mannerisms than she’d like to admit. She was used to the postering and pontificating of Elf nobles, hiding every real emotion and desire possible, in the long-term goal of political dominance. “This ale is very… strong.” It felt like a hollow addition to the conversation.

Colborn let his second drink get the better of his manners. “Kilroy, it’s been too long since you’ve performed your duty.”

Kilroy smiled, as he very rarely did, and stood up after Colborn’s comment, walking over to the lighter skinned Orc and sitting down next to him, on his opposite side was Cirdan and Aravaris. “You are correct, Colborn. I’ve missed your embrace.” Kilroy grabbed his bottom by the chin and kissed him passionately.

Colborn was taken aback, setting down his half-empty beer hap-hazardly while Kilroy shoved his tongue into his mouth. There was no time for words, both Orcs were drunk and horny, and things quickly fell out of hand, Kilroy grabbed Colborn by the back of his skull while Colborn’s hands began massaging Kilroy’s dark green chest.

Lyra and Orien looked on with desire, while Aravaris and Cirdan felt out of place.

Kilroy broke his deep kiss of Colborn and looked toward Cirdan, still holding Colborns head in each of his hands. “Elf-man, what type of man are you?” He had no time to waste, even in his leather undergarments his erection was obvious.

Cirdan watched Kilroy descend on Colborn with desire, not even attempting to hide it. Aravaris took note but said nothing. “That is far too vague a question for an Orc chieftain.” He remarked, finally finishing his second beer, watching the two Orcs kiss.

Kilroy broke his embrace with Colborn, much to his bottom’s dismay, before reorienting his attention on the blonde Elf man. He closed the distance between them and looked over his muscular frame. “Mm, you are quite the intriguing boy, aren’t you?”

Cirdan already had a reply prepared for him, but before he could speak, Kilroy kissed the Elf man on his supple lips, running his giant hand down his chest, tracing between the leather clothing and bare flesh he could touch. Kilroy broke away from his lips quickly. “That tells me everything I need to know. You like to pretend you’re not a bottom, but here you are.” Kilroy smirked, ignoring everyone else around him.

Even Aravaris was memorized by the scene unfolding in front of her, never for a moment did she think Cirdan would act in such a way.

Cirdan paused, soaking in the words of the hulking masculine figure that hovered so close to him. His Orc lips tasted sweeter than the beer he had been downing. “You’re making Colborn jealous.”

Colborn finally spoke up, moving closer to Cirdan and Kilroy, as if they were alone next to the fire. “I don’t mind. It’s not often someone can distract Kilroy from me.”

Cirdan looked between the two of them, wondering what would happen next. “As much as I enjoy the attention, I’m not sure if I’m what you think I am.”

Kilroy and Colborn exchanged a look, and Kilroy returned Cirdan’s gaze. “I can understand your hesitation. It’s not normal in Elvish culture to submit in front of your princess.” Kilroy was surprised, as Cirdan rested his hand on his massive green thigh.

“I just like to know somebody before I attach myself to them.” The Elf man was humble, understanding and trying to hide his growing erection.

Colborn, somewhat inebriated, rested his head on Cirdan’s shoulder but resisted the urge to nuzzle into his neck lovingly. “The best way to know someone is to love them.”

Cirdan couldn’t casually swat away Colborn’s words, as much as he wanted to. “That’s a clever line if all you want to do is get into my pants.”

Kilroy watched Colborn warm up to the new boy with excitement. “Your hesitation is adorable, but,” He grabbed the Elf hand on his thigh and put it on Colborn’s leg, before grabbing Cirdan’s inner thigh, his clothed groin rubbing against his green knuckles. “Your coyness can only fool everybody to a certain point. Your hard cock is telling.”

Lyra spoke up, despite her head telling her to keep quiet. “Kilroy really hones in on the hard-to-get type, doesn’t he?” Kilroy ignored her.

Aravaris watched with curiosity alone leading her judgement. She was taken aback with the level of lust and desire Colborn and Kilroy had in their gazes. She noticed Orien and Lyra both watching the events play out with amusement and desire in their eyes. Lyra took this moment to collect everybodies tankard and pour a third round, the barrel of ale wasn’t drying up anytime soon. By the time she returned, nothing had changed, and the three men ignored their refilled drinks.

Colborn enjoyed the fact Kilroy put Cirdan’s hand on his thigh, but before long Kilroy was kissing the Elf boy and siphoning his attention away. He moved Cirdan’s hand to his throbbing groin, his soft fingers feeling up Colborns’ package through what clothing he still had on.

Kilroy slipped underneath Cirdan’s trousers and pulled his cock out, his pants waistline pinning it against his tummy as it throbbed and rubbed precum onto his leather shirt. “You’re so damn cute, Cirdan.” Kilroy played with the crown of his tip, wondering how far he could push the boy before he started melting in his hands.

“Don’t be aroused by my confession, but,” Cirdan had a hard time admitting the truth despite how obvious it was to everyone watching. “I think you’re very attractive, Kilroy.” One of his hands was already on Colborn’s cock, so he used the other to feel for Kilroy’s groin. Cirdan was not expecting to find an even bigger green cock than Colborns’, but after that the foreplay was over.

Colborn stripped out of his clothes, revealing his toned, light green body while Kilroy did the same, and before he could follow suit, both Orcs stripped him into his birthday suit, hands swarming between the bodies. Kilroy positioned himself between Cirdan’s legs, getting up on his knees, his massive green cock a foot away from Cirdans’ face, while Colborn grabbed Cirdan’s thigh and wrapped his Orc lips around the tip of the Elf boy’s cock, licking up the leaking pre. Cirdan looked up at Kilroy, while Kilroy looked down at him, the Orc’s orange pupils piercing him with an energy and lust he had never experienced. Cirdan grabbed each of Kilroy’s hips to steady himself, and tried his best to please his green cock, licking the crown hesitantly before wrapping his lips around his head, sliding his cock an inch or two inside of his ravenously hungry mouth. Cirdan’s legs shivered, but nothing could stop the swirling of lust and drunkenness that had consumed him.

Colborn started sucking Cirdan’s cock, tongue riding every inch down to his balls, tasting the blonde Elf with giddy desire. He had a small blonde bush just above his dick, which Colborn rested his hands on after awhile. Colborn noticed a stray strand of drool dropping on his head while Cirdan blew Kilroy just above him.

Cirdan felt Kilroy’s hips slowly begin to buck, forcing more of his thick shaft into his mouth. Cirdans’ mouth was flooded with saliva, wetting every inch of the cock he sucked gleefully. He almost didn’t notice Colborn blowing him, but even that became too wonderful to block out, his cock twitching in the Orcs’ mouth. It was obvious to him that Colborn was a much better cocksucker, and he almost felt embarrassed, beginning to move his hands down to Kilroy’s thighs and force more of his green dick into his throat. Kilroy put his hands on the back of Cirdan’s head in response, and let the Elf twink find his comfort zone. The blonde boy crammed as much Orc cock into his mouth as he could handle, a few inches short of resting his lips on Kilroy’s balls. “Eager boy, don’t puke now.” Kilroy joked, but Cirdan felt the phenomenon before suppressing the urge.

It was by now Lyra and Orien had moved toward Aravaris, if only to get a better viewing angle of the three boys. Lyra and Orien, knowing they might be involved at any moment had already stripped down to their undergarments while Aravaris stared on in amazement, her pussy wetting more every moment. “You like watching?” Lyra asked Aravaris, her own cock throbbing in her tiny thong.

She looked over at Lyra with desire and confusion. “Ah, um… Yes?” She wasn’t sure what to say. The same feelings she experienced hiding in that tree were flooding her mind once again. Aravaris had never had time before to contemplate her sexuality, but the member throbbing between Lyra’s pants sent her heart fluttering, she barely had any mental capacity to even notice Orien. Lyra noticed her interest and traced her finger over Aravaris’s shoulder. “Would the Elvish princess ever be caught dead with an Orc cock in her mouth?” Lyra was normally abrasive, but the alcohol turned it up even further.

Aravaris blushed profusely. “I… I’m not sure, to be honest. My upbringing did not exactly prepare me for that eventuality.” She felt like a fly on the wall of the cave, at the same time, a player in the game just waiting to be tagged in.

Orien was easily the most susceptible to the effects of alcohol, it was obvious to Lyra as well once she rested her head on the strong, muscled shoulder of the Orc woman. “Lyra..” She cooed.

Her tone of voice captured Lyra’s attention whole-heartedly. The beautiful pale, petite Human girl was finally presenting herself, at least figuratively. “Orien…?”

She was too drunk to play coy, grabbing her green thigh before massaging her finger against her barely clothed cock. “I’m horny for some reason…” Orien smiled so genuinely.

Lyra grabbed her hand on her thigh, and with her other hand pulled the leather away from her cock, putting Orien’s grip on her flopped out cock. Orien wasted no time massaging her length, a pool of pre-cum covering the length of the green dick. Lyra used the opportunity to pull Orien’s bra off, playing with her soft breast, green fingers massaging her pink nipple. After a few moments of exchanging longing looks both girls were kissing each other, trading tongues.

Aravaris didn’t know which scene she preferred, but found her attention more on Cirdan, the anchorpoint of her past life in physical manifestation.

Kilroy pulled Cirdan’s head as far down on his cock as he could, his Elf lips pressed against his trimmed bush and balls. Colborn was playing with Cirdan’s balls while furiously forcing his seed out of the tip of his cock. It didn’t take long for Colborn to collect his prize, hovering low on his shaft while it shot rope after rope of Elf cum into his mouth. He swallowed greedily, and made sure every inch of his white dick was clean before retracting, a goofy grin on his face. Colborn was rock hard, now watching Kilroy facefuck Cirdan. He could identify the green dick inside of Cirdan’s throat by the bump in his pale skin that protruded each time the chieftain thrusted.

Kilroy used one hand to grab Colborn by the back of his head, and took his cock out of Cirdan’s mouth, pulling both boys on either side of his shaft. Both of them lapped at his cock, wet tongues leaving trails of saliva on opposite sides. Kilroy spoke finally, catching his breath. “Which one of you wants to be fucked first?”

Colborn moved to Kilroy’s balls, taking both in his mouth and massaging them with his tongue, making lap after lap around the entirety of his sensitive flesh. Cirdan took this opportunity to fill his mouth and throat with Kilroy’s cock, tongue circling around his thick member like a man running laps, over and over thrusting his lips up and down. “Both trying to earn it, I see.” Kilroy was in an extraordinarily good mood for some reason.

Each boy sucking his junk had picked one of his legs to grab and steady themselves on, while Kilroy tried to last as long as he could under their pleasurable onslaught. Even he had never earned enough to have two bottoms, but the tables had turned quick once he set out on his own, it seemed. “Ready for your first taste of Orc cum?” Kilroy asked Cirdan, watching the Elf boy intently as he raked his lips up and down his dark green cock.

Colborn swore he could feel the cum move around in Kilroys balls as he worshipped them with his mouth, now sucking on one testicle in particular, before licking all the way up his balls to the base of his shaft, sharing his Orc lips with the Elf boy as he tried to deepthroat Kilroy’s cock. Colborn licked his way from the bottom to the top of Kilroy’s cock, taking it away from Cirdan once he took a moment to breathe, sucking his chieftain’s cock with a vice-grip, swallowing his entire length with little trouble. Kilroy never took his hands off either of the boys sucking his cock, Cirdan’s desperate breaths warming his wet cock that wasn’t covered by Colborn’s mouth. The Elf boy didn’t want to be outdone, licking any inch he could get his tongue on.

“Come on Colborn, you’ve tasted plenty.” Kilroy teased Colborn, and in a moment the Orc bottom released his top’s dick, Cirdan quickly seized the opportunity. He only had to shove Kilroy’s member down his throat a couple times before Kilroy began to throb uncontrollably. Colborn watched Cirdan as he tried to swallow each burst of Orc cum shooting out of Kilroy’s sack, the white remains dribbling down his lips. Colborn greedily licked Kilroy’s cum off of Cirdan’s face. Cirdan struggled to focus on Kilroy, looking up at him while his throat filled with burning hot cum.

Kilroy returned his gaze, smiling. “Good boy.”

The swirling of his drunkenness and lust, combined with the look in Kilroy’s eyes drove Cirdan absolutely cock-mad.Cirdan had already cum in Colborn’s mouth, but his cock didn’t care, throbbing back to full hardness.Cirdan struggled to swallow all of Kilroy’s cum, somehow he managed it.

Kilroy’s cock remained fully erect, unaffected by the nut Cirdan swallowed. “You might be the first royal guard an Orc ever fucked.”

Cirdan casually glanced at Kilroy’s orange eyes, returning his gaze with bemusement. “Don’t be so sure.”

Kilroy grabbed his pale chin, his sage green thumb rubbing his pink lower lip sensually. The Elf sucked on the tip of his thumb, completely memorized by the naked Orc. A tiny pop echoed when Cirdan let go of his finger to speak. “I guess I’m at your mercy, chieftain.”

Colborn watched them both but couldn’t decide which one to fixate on. “You ever get the feeling our luck’s bound to run out?”

Kilroy took a look between the both of them, mulling over Colborn’s words. “Are you always looking for the rain cloud in the sky?”

Colborn rested his smooth olive chest against Cirdan’s bare shoulder while he seamlessly rubbed the pink crown of Kilroy’s dark cock with a spare hand. “Not even you deserve a pet like this.”

Kilroy turned toward his Orc bottom, smirking. “Oh are we jealous now?”

“Not if you share.” Colborn’s tone softened.

The Orc chieftain ran his fingers through Colborn’s hair, his hand skirting to the back of his head before doubling back and crawling up his chin, brushing against his cheek. Colborn stroked his cock lovingly in response, and both Orcs shifted to Cirdan at the same time.

Cirdan fought the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, looking down at his own nude body, his cock throbbing hard again. Nothing else in the world existed except the warm intoxicating beer in his stomach and the green hands that started grabbing him. After he swallowed that Orc cum, his skin felt flush and sensitive and his head swirled with lust.

Kilroy let both of them go. “You wanna get the lube, my sweet?”

“I’ll get the lube.” Colborn retracted from them and went to find the oil waterskin.

Cirdan watched Colborn depart just for a moment before Kilroy’s hulking figure captured his attention again. Cirdan took the opportunity to brace his arms on the cool cave ground behind his back, leaning a couple degrees up toward the standing Orc. “Have I volunteered, or should I be racing him?”

Kilroy’s head cocked ever so slightly. “You are very funny. Anybody tell you that?”

Cirdan shrugged and made a face. “I was aiming for bratty.”

“Bratty?” He chuckled. “Is that some Elf thing?”

For the first time Cirdan’s eyes were glued to Kilroy, not even noticing Colborn returning. “Like… how you and Colborn talk.” Cirdan started blushing much to his dismay, the drunkenness and lust were finally starting to break down his shyness.

“I think that’s… quite enough Cirdan.” Aravaris spoke up, a new glare in the eyes of the Elven princess.