A Paladin's Training Ch. 11

"Indeed," Morin said flatly. "Word has reached me of your companions. It came as a great surprise to me to learn that the children of Morgeth the Corruptor survived the purge, and have conveniently arrived on our doorstep."

Smoothly dismounting, Maloth stepped up beside Kreya, offering no bow. "Your daughter speaks the truth, Morin. We are who we say we are." The omission of the bow was calculated, as was his use of her first name. She was strong, this one, and would respect no weakness, no deference.

Morin studied him for a moment, searching his face before passing her scrutiny over the others. Shenla pushed back the hood of her cloak, her red skin signifying her as Maloth's kin.

Rising gracefully from the throne, Morin descended the stairs smoothly and made for Maloth, the seductive sway in her hips not fooling him; her eyes were what he watched, and they were cold and hard. Her Orcs moved to follow, but a brief hand motion from the queen forestalled them. She stopped right in front of him, boldly eyeing him up and down. "Prove it," she said quietly.

Without hesitation, Maloth seized her in his arms and kissed her, flooding her body with lust. His power had grown since Binding Kreya, and he gave Morin the full brunt of it. Almost instantly, her body was wracked with intense pleasure, her legs going weak as she moaned helplessly into his mouth, her tongue battling his in a frenzy.

After a few moments, Maloth released her, smiling smugly as she recovered.

Morin was breathing hard, her face flushed, her nipples protruding stiffly from her chest. "Forgive me, Lord Maloth," the queen managed between breaths. "I had to be sure."

"I trust you are suitably convinced, Morin? Or shall I show you how else I am skilled with my tongue?"

The Mistress of the Grave closed her eyes and bit her lip as she no doubt imagined him carrying out his threat, but quickly took hold of herself, regaining her composure. "No, Lord Maloth, that will not be necessary."

"Very well. We shall discuss business, then. As you've likely heard, I believe it would be beneficial for us both if we reforge the alliance our forebears once maintained."

Morin nodded in agreement, her eyes occasionally raking over his body as he spoke. "Yes, it was a most powerful alignment, one which I believe suits our present interests. Consider the Wardens of the Grave allied to you, Lord Maloth. I look forward to seeing this bounty of corpses you have promised."

Maloth nodded. "They will come, I assure you. For now, remain here and continue gathering your coven together. I will be in contact regularly with further information. Additionally," he added casually, "I have taken Kreya as my own. She is strong, and powerful, and worthy of serving me. Rest assured, no harm will come to her."

Morin's eyes widened, darting to Kreya, then back to Maloth. If Maloth was correct, she was assessing the benefits and drawbacks of the situation.

Finally, the queen spoke. "You can guarantee her absolute safety?"

"I can," Maloth said simply.

"Then I accept. Kreya may remain in your company for the foreseeable future."

Kreya smiled up at Maloth adoringly as he clasped hands with Morin, sealing their agreement.

"Tonight we will feast and celebrate the reforging of our ancient alliance!" Morin announced, then clapped her hands sharply. "Elegin!"

The voluptuous Risen Elf reappeared, sashaying enticingly. "Yes, Majesty?"

"Prepare a feast at once! Use the grand hall, and tell all that they will be attending, for tonight is a truly momentous occasion!"

"At once, Highness," Elegin responded in that strangely echoed voice before gliding away. Maloth's eyes followed the sway of her breasts and hips as she walked; he was very much looking forward to having several Elegin's of his own. He wondered, with minions like these, what kind of perverted acts might transpire at tonight's celebration.

He did not have to wait long to find out.

*

The grand hall was a huge underground chamber that had once held vast cisterns, most probably for water storage. The cisterns had been cleared away, leaving space plenty large enough for Queen Morin, Maloth and his party, and fifty-odd necromancers, not to mention the hundred-strong Risen minions that bustled around the long feasting tables, serving food or pouring drink, most of them dressed in very little, or nothing at all.

The night had begun fairly ordinarily, with Morin giving a grand speech about the future of the Wardens, and their glorious alliance with the children of Morgeth the Corruptor. Maloth had also said a few words, intended to inspire those listening, assuring them he had their best interests at heart. In reality, he cared not for their interests, but they would be useful allies in the coming months.

After the speeches, more barrels of wine were produced, and the hall had quickly descended into debauchery. Clothing had been shed completely by most, and many of the Wardens were either fucking each other or their minions.

Many of the Risen that he had seen on the way in were present; the two willowy Elvish twins were on their hands and knees on the floor, getting railed from behind by two men, while the woman with the well-endowed Orc was lying on her back on a table, her minion reaming her with his thick tool. Maloth found himself wondering if there was magic at work; it seemed unfeasible that these women could take such large cocks without doing themselves injury, yet it was happening.

The most popular attraction seemed to be the Giantess, who was on her back in the middle of the hall, almost like a centrepiece, surrounded by no fewer than seven men, who were taking turns slotting themselves between her legs or getting their cocks sucked, the ones waiting their turn pleasuring themselves and groping handfuls of her vast breasts.

To Maloth's left, Queen Morin was perched up on their long table, eyes tightly closed as she lowered her naked form down onto the thick length of one of her Orcs, the wide member obscenely stretching her bald cunt. Her other Orc stood obediently at her side, allowing her to hold his foot-long erection for support.

To Maloth's right, Shenla was bent at the waist, her magnificent breasts pressed into the table as she was taken roughly from behind by Barrog. Glinda was perched spread-legged on the table, her plump lips presented for Shenla's tongue, who greedily lapped and slurped up the plump Dwarf's juices.

Maloth himself had his hands full of Elegin's generous, pale ass cheeks as she rode him sitting reversed on his lap, ghostly sighs escaping her lips as she buried her face into Kreya's sweet snatch, who was perched up on the table next to Glinda.

Maloth did not entirely understand how these creatures felt pleasure, much less how their bodies remained primed for fucking; he would endeavor to learn more from Kreya about how their magic worked.

He also wondered what would occur if he spent himself inside Elegin; in a normal, living woman, she would be bound to him, but what of a creature without a soul? Resolving not to take the risk -- as tempting as it was -- he pulled himself free of her welcoming pussy and blew his dark seed all over the Risen Elf's back and buttocks, her cries of pleasure increasing as his hot juice coated her skin.

Finished with Elegin, he shoved the well-rounded Elf off his lap and stood, lining himself up with Kreya's glistening slit. The pretty Warden watched hungrily as he rubbed the head of his cock over her slick lips, enjoying the sensation. She whimpered with need until he finally slipped inside her, burying himself to the hilt. He lazily fucked his newest pet while watching the activities taking place around him, feeling very much at home in the sordid orgy of writhing flesh.

Shenla had apparently finished with Barrog and was now slipping through the bodies scattered about the hall, searching for her next target. She found Torvin in short order, the stocky, well-muscled human sitting on a vacant chair, recovering from the oral pleasure he'd just received from a Risen she-Orc. A suprisingly attractive creature, the Orc possessed mountainous tits and an equally expansive ass, contrasting seamlessly with the well-developed muscles Orcs were known for.

Maloth made a note to acquire himself an Orc woman of this caliber as he watched Shenla approach Torvin, the man's flaccid cock rearing back to life as Maloth's almost disproportionately endowed sister straddled his lap, effortlessly guiding him inside her. Torvin's cry of ecstatic pleasure echoed through the chamber, easily audible even among the din.

Elegin had quickly taken up with Barrog, occupying Shenla's previous position, allowing the big Orc to stuff himself into her ass, his wrist-thick rod sliding in easily, still coated with Shenla's copious fluids. Maloth, having no qualms about filling up his own pet with his seed, grasped Kreya's hips, pulling her tightly onto him as he began to jet forth into her willing body, his dark seed working it's magic and driving her to heights of pleasure she would never get from any other.

For the first time since waking, Maloth felt comfortable releasing himself so frequently. With two pets present to draw power from, he had no reason to fear draining himself, and so was able to relax his guard a little, and seek pleasure as he desired. He spent the remainder of the evening sampling the delights of the Risen, as well as several female Wardens, finally ending the evening by coating Queen Morin's tits and belly with a healthy dose of his seed, much to her delight.

***

"Here we are!" Sara announced as they stopped at a door on a back street, out of sight of the main avenue. Next to the knocker, a tiny sunburst was carved into the wood, almost imperceptible to anyone not looking for it. Aran reached up to rap with the brass knocker, but the door opened before he could.

A half-Orc woman in a simple dress stood in the doorway. She was statuesque, tall and fit with an impressive bosom laced up tightly in her bodice, displaying a pleasing expanse of pale cleavage. Long dark hair fell about her shoulders - which were broad, for a woman -- framing a pretty face that was surprisingly feminine. Long, pointed ears, high cheekbones and a full-lipped, generous mouth with a small tusk protruding from each side of her bottom lip showed her Orcish heritage, while the Human traits were apparent in her large, dark eyes, her nose, and chin. Overall, she was very attractive, indeed.

The woman regarded them for a brief moment before smiling at Sara. "It is good to see you again Sara, though you are a little underfed." Her voice was husky, sultry. Aran wanted her to keep talking so he could listen to it more.

"Hello, Sorla. This is Aran. He wanted to meet you."

"Aran, is it?" Aran nodded, extending a hand, which Sorla grasped immediately. She had a firm grip. "Yes, I suppose you would have found me eventually. Please, come in out of the cold."

Inside was a modest living area, with a merry fire blazing on the hearth. Jars of herbs and ointments sat on various shelves scattered about the room, Sorla's profession as a healer evident. She ushered them into a comfortable chair each near to the fire, which Sara seemed grateful for, holding her hands out to the flames, rubbing them together every now and then.

"We have much to discuss, Aran," Sorla said. "I'll be making us some tea. I'll be back in a moment."

She left the room, leaving Aran and Sara alone. He studied her as she warmed herself, wondering how she had survived the cold nights here in Maralon, sleeping on the streets, clad only in rags.

She turned to see him looking at her. "What?" She asked. Her tone was not unfriendly, just curious.

"I'm wondering how you survive out there. It seems like a tough city."

She gazed into the fire, a faraway look in her eyes. "I do what I must."

Sorla appeared, bearing a tray holding a teapot and cups, and a warm, damp cloth which she proffered to Sara. "For your face, girl," she said with mirth. "You look like you've been sweeping chimneys!"

Giggling, Sara eagerly took the cloth while Sorla sat in a chair opposite theirs and poured out the tea. "So, Aran, can we speak freely?" Sorla's eyes cut to Sara. With Sara's face buried in the white cloth, she failed to notice.

"I believe we can, Sorla. Sara will find out everything eventually. She has the Gift."

"I know," Sorla said, smiling at Sara, but addressing Aran. "I've been watching her, though she doesn't know it."

"You said that before, Aran" Sara said, sounding irritated. The white cloth was almost black from removing the dirt from her face. Underneath, she was really quite pretty, despite her gaunt features. "You haven't told me what this bloody gift is, though. And why are you watching me, Sorla?"

"Because you are special, child," Sorla replied gently. "A great power sleeps inside you, and it's beginning to awaken. I kept an eye on you to make sure you were safe, though you seem perfectly able to care for yourself. Except when you broke your leg, of course."

Sara reddened a little at that last comment. She opened her mouth to say more, but Aran interjected. "Sara, drink some tea, and I'll tell you everything. If afterwards, you want to leave, then you will be free to do so, and you'll never see me again. Fair?"

After a moment, Sara nodded carefully, holding her teacup between her palms. Aran spent the next good while explaining about Aros, and Paladins, the history of the Order, and that Sara was like him, born with the Gift. Sara just listened intently, sipping her tea from time to time. Sorla remained quiet while Aran talked.

When he was done, Sara had a question. "What about what the Heralds of Dawn say? About the Order being evil and decadent?"

Sorla clucked her tongue at the mention of the Heralds, shaking her head in anger. "They are liars, girl. With the Paladins all but gone, there is no one to dispute their claims, and so they have free reign to say whatever they please, all to gain popularity. I fear for the future of Maralon if their momentum continues."

Sara nodded slowly, digesting everything she'd just heard. "I never liked them, you know. They always seemed a bit... fanatical, to me. To be truthful, everything you just told me could easily be the ramblings of a madman, but somehow, in my heart, I know it to be true."

"You have good instincts, Sara," Aran said. "It's your Gift guiding you, keeping you safe."

"Can you teach me? I want to learn how to use it!"

Aran shook his head. "I cannot. I feel that my journey will take me away from here, shortly, and your training will take time." Sara's expression grew sad, until Aran continued. "But I know someone who can; my first teacher, Elaina. I'll contact her tonight and let her know you are here. She's the one who helped me when my Gift was awakening."

Sara's face lit up at that. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Aran replied with a grin. "I'll speak with her later tonight and arrange for you to meet with her."

"That's great! Where is she? Can we go now?"

"Well, not really. She is in a place in the Emerin Forest, about a hundred miles or so from here."

Sara looked confused. "So, how are you going to speak with her?"

Aran just smiled back mysteriously. "We Paladins have our ways."

*

Later that evening, Aran and Sorla were sitting side by side before the fire, Sara having retired for the evening with a full belly, and a promise of a better life. They chatted quietly, Aran sharing some of his journey with the pretty half-Orc, who listened with interest, her dark eyes intent on his.

A strong connection was apparent between them -- she resonated almost as if she had the Gift, but not quite. Sorla had told him that long-serving Servants of Aros, or descendants of them, could feel the Gift in others, but were unable to manifest it in themselves.

In turn, Sorla offered some of her family history to Aran, who learned that she was last in a long line of Servants. Her mother had served, as had her grandmother, and her great-mother. Each of them offering safe harbour to the Paladins in their time of crisis.

The pretty half-Orc also had something surprising to share. "You are actually the first Paladin I have met," she said with a smile, the small tusks jutting from her bottom lip adding an exotic element to her beauty.

"I don't believe there are many of us left," Aran said sadly. "But finding Sara gives me hope that there are more like her out there, waiting to be found."

"I hope that, too, Aran." She paused for a moment, blushing slightly. "But you are here now, and on that note... I am... familiar with the old ways of the Order, but have never had the opportunity to experience them for myself. I would very much like to... um..." Her words trailed away, but her eyes, vulnerable yet smoldering with desire, told him the rest.

Being a half-Orc, Sorla was larger and somewhat more muscular than any human woman, yet still radiated femininity, nervously twirling a dark lock around her finger as she awaited his response.

Smiling, Aran simply stood and began removing his clothes, dropping them to the floor, his gaze fixed on Sorla. He expanded his Gift to surround her and himself, so she would feel like the rest of the world didn't exist while they were together.

Sorla stood and followed suit, slowly unlacing the bodice that captured that expanse of pale cleavage. "In Orc tribes," she told him as she released her breasts, which easily rivalled Elaina's. "Women are either born with a warrior's body, or a mother's body. I was born with the latter, a body meant for bearing children." At her last word, her dress fell to the floor.

Aran's desire shot high as he took in the naked form of Sorla. Somehow, she was fit and curvaceous all at once, sleekly defined muscle melding into luscious curves. She was indeed possessed of a child-bearing body, with those flaring hips, generous thighs, and delightfully bountiful breasts that a man could happily smother himself between. An attractive, thin strip of hair pointed to her sex, which was otherwise bare, making him wonder what she tasted like.

In a flash, she was on him, her lips hungrily seeking his as their bodies pressed together. Her ferocity surprised Aran a little, but he found that he liked it, and began pushing back with his own primal desire, roughly squeezing her ass, her tits, yanking her hair back so he could bite at her neck. With a cry of passion, she back-heeled him into the chair and straddled him, kissing him hard before impaling herself on his rigid pole.

To date, Aran had had sex with Human women, Elves, and even a High Priestess of Aros, but this was another experience altogether. Not better, or worse, but exciting and new. Sorla's hot tunnel gripped him in a velvet vice, her inner muscles squeezing him tightly as if trying to milk him dry. Aran had never felt anything like it, and found himself grunting at the exquisite sensations as she rode him. Sorla was tall, which meant her breasts were at the perfect level for him to grasp, though he was nowhere near able to cover them with one hand. He brought her thick pink nipples to his mouth one at a time, lashing them with his tongue and biting them softly, to which Sorla moaned her appreciation.

She bent her head to whisper in his ear, sending pleasurable tingles down his spine. "Bond with me, Aran. Please." She sat up straight to look down at him, her raven hair tumbling down around her flushed face. Aran knew in his heart that this was what she truly wanted, having felt alone as a friend of an Order that no longer existed, for the most part. Seeing no reason not to Bond with her, he did just that, allowing his Gift to pass through her, intertwining their souls forever.