Ogres and Ogresses Ch. 20

"Fine," Henna spat. "But you better be ready."

Defiantly she departed to her tent.

It had been easy, too easy to be honest. She had used Zyra's soft spot for Nima to get her to drink something so utterly foreign. The pollen and petals of the sunflowers would mask the water's true taste, the taste of moon root.

She had used very little, enough so that she would not truly feel the effects right off. However, moon root had a nasty effect when mixed with alcohol. Moon root stayed in the system for over a day and so when the celebration began and Zyra started drinking, the potency of the moon root intoxicated her as a drug.

Among a few drunks it might not have seemed that her behavior was odd, but if they had noticed, they would have seen the quivering hands, the unfocused eyes, and her hitched laboring breath. Zyra would sleep it off, but before she did, she would fuck Kail for the last time. If Henna couldn't have him, Zyra wouldn't either.

As she had danced in the costume she had stolen from the Ursies, she thanked the Maker for her flat chest. The dancers were men. The cup she gave Zyra contained the aphrodisiac that was made for the celebration. Henna had upped the dosage and put in her own special blend of things. Zyra would be lucky if she didn't rip off her skin. In that kind of condition Kail would have no choice but to fuck her. He might suspect something, but how could he ignore the immediate problem at hand? If he tried to place her back in the village he would be spotted. No Ursie, besides the two brothers, knew about the ogre living beside them.

How would that look? Rell unconscious and his chosen woman hauled in from the woods by a massive male ogre?

If the Ursie Chief found out a man was living among the Rovians, that the Rovians had descecrated their own law...

Henna chuckled. Hanto was too dimwitted to consider his ticket to revenge was simply reporting Kail's existence, but enough about that. If Kail was isolated enough, he would have no choice but to choose her, loneliness made sweet desperation.

It had been too easy. In the morning when they caught her, she would finally fall.

Hanto watched the girl run back to the tent and stared at the white cloth in his hand. It waved in the wind like a flag of victory, and as it blew in the direction of Zyra's tryst, its color was tainted with purity and surrender.
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Kail lay the panting Zyra down on the ground and made quick work of her dress. Heaving it over and off of her, he let her pull the rest off as he tried to light a lantern. When the light came on he saw the veins pulsing in her forehead, her bloodshot eyes, and the thick sheen of sweat that covered her.

"What have you done?" he asked her in horror.

"I don't know," she cried hysterically. "I don't know! I'm burning! I-" She wanted him to save her. She was going out of her mind!

Zyra kicked out of her shoes and took off her under items, roughly pushing the furs away. They were too hot. Curled on the floor she rocked herself, willing this thing to stop. Kail tried to put her back on the furs but she kicked at him.

"No!"

"Zyra, you need to lie there."

"No!"

"Zyra!"

"No!"

Growling, Kail lifted her up and proceeded to head to the door.

"Where are you taking me?" she shouted.

"The river. You need a dip."

"I can't. I can't swim."

"I'll hold you."

He took her behind the rocks to where they would be hidden and placed her in the shallow end. Stripping down he picked her up and held her in his lap. Carefully he splashed her with water. She shivered and moaned, wiggling enticingly against his manhood. He grit his teeth.

"Stop that," he demanded. Cold water was no match for Zyra.

"I can't. It's hot."

"Where?"

"Everywhere!"

Kail's eyes narrowed. "Anywhere specifically?"

"I-I..."

Kail could see she was too out of it to say anything other than her immediate thoughts. This was obviously more than drunkenness. She had been drugged, but with what?

"Does it burn...here?"

He pressed a finger against her folds and she bucked violently.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my yes!"

"How badly?"

"The most badly!"

Her speech was suffering as well. So two things, one debilitating, the other...

What had she been doing? Why would she need an aphrodisiac?

"Have you been fucking anyone Zyra?" he asked, irritatedly.

"Huh?" she mumbled stupidly. "Who? Who is..."

"Have you or have you not been fucking anyone?"

"Well...Yeah," she slurred. Turning in his arms she pressed his nose with a finger. "You..."

Turning back around, she splashed some water on her face. "How...forget?"

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yeah yeah, don't eat me."

Looking down at her glistening body he kissed her neck and whispered low in her ear.

"Does it still burn Zyra?"

She nodded, twisting uncomfortably.

"Don't breathe. The breath...is hot."

"I've got to breathe kid," he rasped, trailing a hand down her stomach. "If I'm dead I can't do this."

He slipped a finger inside of her and growled when she moaned, her hot pussy clamping down on his finger. He didn't move, waiting to regain control of himself.

"You like that?" he asked, unnecessarily.

"Yeah," she whimpered. "Press it..." she forced his finger inside of her with her hand. "...In."

He sat quietly as she ground herself against it, his cock growing harder and harder underneath that.

"Another!" she demanded as though she was asking for a drink and not his finger.

He obliged, pressing it inside her as she shivered.

Damn.

So it was clear that she was drugged, but did that mean she didn't want him? If she wasn't impaired she wouldn't be pressing fingers inside of herself and pinching her own nipples, which she had just started.

Damn.

But Zyra had said that she wouldn't deny him. He had no idea how strong the alcohol, drug, or the aphrodisiac was. If it simply lowered her inhibitions and she was in control, could he have sex with her?

"Enui says...to try sticking things...up my ass. What'd you think?"

Damn.

"I think I need to put you to bed," Kail said stiffly. "But first, hold your breath."

He watched her take a comically huge deep breath and submerged her beneath the river. When she came back up her held her as she wiped her eyes.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yeah. Less hot."

"And those other areas? The hottest ones?

"Still hot."

"Well damn Zyra I wish you weren't drunk."

"I'm not that drunk. Mostly. I think."

"Sure," he said standing her back up. "You only smell like liquor for fun."

He placed his shirt on her and his pants on himself before lifting her on his back. She lay on his shoulders and closed her eyes. Good, hopefully she'd go straight to sleep.

"Kail, you have a hard-on the width of my wrist."

He felt his dick jump and hissed in agony.

"Zyra, please. Just don't talk like that."

"Mm," she cooed.

He held her legs in his arms and all of sudden felt her press against him harder. Without warning she began to thrust her clit against him.

"Stop that!"

He had barked it in such an animalistic voice he doubted she understood it. His fangs protruded dangerously as more blood rushed to his groin than to his brain. He sucked his teeth in fury.

"I swear to Shyla Zyra, I will fuck you until your eyes cross the next time you're sober if you don't quit it."

"But it hurts," Zyra whined.

"Stop."

They were almost at the door. She was silent for a moment, then Zyra responded by biting him in the back.

"Ow! What the..."

He jumped, peeling her head back and yanking her down. She looked up at him defiantly and he became even more furious because the bite had turned him on. Growling lowly in his throat he tossed her from the door all the way into the furs. She scrambled up, heading to the colder floor but he flattened her just in time.

Bending her knees he placed the two fingers back into her and pumped them until she stopped fussing. When he had her undivided attention, he dipped down and kissed her lips. She kissed him back hungrily and he forced himself to pull away.

This was the kind of desire he was hoping to get out of her one day. Why did she have to be impaired?

He felt her hand caressing the back on his neck as he inched his lips down her chest.

"Don't touch me," he snapped.

"Why?"

"I said don't touch me!"

Deciding to skip the foreplay he pressed his face between her legs. Crying out, she shook as his tongue pressed deeply into her wetness, his teeth grazing over her clit. Her breathy cries and pants made him ache something terrible, so terrible in fact that he loosened his pants and kicked them off. He wouldn't fuck her, but he couldn't let his britches restrict him much longer.

He curled his fingers inside of her and purred when he felt and heard her cum. Zyra grabbed his hair as she was found of doing, and held his hair between her fingers until she came down, moaning sexily. She collapsed on the furs, her eyes closed. Sighing he backed up, wiping his moist mouth.

"What a mess," he mused.

He watched her chest rise and fall, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach and shapely hips. Taking her in he began to stroke himself, relieving the tension she had caused. He was halfway to his orgasm when her eyes snapped open.

"Geez you're nasty," she mumbled, sitting up. "You're thinking...the nastiest stuff."

Kail glared at her. "It's not nasty Zyra. And why did you never tell me that you developed mind reading?"

"I never said I didn't like it," Zyra whispered, crawling forward. She fell down about an inch away from his cock and put her hands around it.

"I saw this."

Taking his member she began rubbing it firmly up and down. He gaped at her in shock, unable to say a single word as she stroked him. He realized she was about to make him cum when she pulled her hands away.

"Nuh uh," she said coyly. "You have to do me first."

He bent over to use him mouth but she grunted and pushed him back. He reached his fingers and she pushed those back.

"What do you..?"

Before he finished he was on his back and she was straddling him, his dick in her hand.

"Oh no," he protested moving her back. "You can't."

"Fuck me!" she slurred loudly. "Fuck me!"

Kail growled in frustration. His entire body tenser than a board of wood. This was too arousing, and she was too naked and too bawdy.

"Zyra, I am trying to do the right thing here."

"Fuck me!"

"Zyra please," he begged, his control breaking. "You are drugged. You hear me? Drugged."

"Fuck me you green bastard!"

"Dammit fine!"

Fuming in self-hatred he flipped her to her knees and pressed her face into the furs.

"Um, Kail..."

"Shut up."

Moisture dribbled down her thighs and he shivered as he pulled her cheeks apart.

"If you even think about getting mad at me for this, I'll kill you," he rasped.

Pressing the head of his cock against her, he slipped in, exhaling with relief as she sheathed him with a contented moan.

Pulling her arms behind her, he began fucking her deep and fast as she tilted back toward his thighs. The slick slurps of her wetness made him feel weak.

"It'sss...so g-ooddd," she moaned brokenly. "You're...amazinggg...I've never been so wet before."

"You have," Kail hissed. "We just never talked about it."

His pants became small cries as he drove furiously into her, her body arching deliciously for him.

"Kail..." she cooed in a breathy wanton voice.

"Yes?"

"The side. I want to try it."

Knowing she had gone through his head, he turned her on her side and lifted her top leg over his thigh. She shrieked on the first two thrusts in this new position. On the third thrust she came, shouting herself into a delirium.

Huffing, he pumped harder into her, feeling her take it with a measure of feral pride. He stroked her clit and felt her diving into another orgasm as he ripped into his own.

Kail growled harshly, spilling his seed into her with a massive thrust, and as Zyra came, she shivered slightly in fear. The combination was almost as intoxicating to Kail as whatever she had taken. Swallowing heavily he pulled out and put her on her back.

Her eyes were closed.

"Are you asleep?" he mumbled, catching his breath.

She shook her head. "No."

"Feel better?"

"Yes...I feel, clearer."

"Do you remember anything?"

She shook her head. "Thinking makes my head hurt. I can't focus...it hurts now."

"Then don't focus."

Grunting, he thrust inside her without warning.

Zyra cursed, digging her nails into his arms.

"Kail! Fuckta!"

Kail simply narrowed his eyes.

"You started it."
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Banging, not knocking.

That is what woke her.

Zyra grumbled, lifting her head off of Kail's chest. He jerked up, his hair and eyes wild as he stared at the door with panic.

"Zyra!"a voice called.

Zyra gasped looking at their mutual nakedness. No, this wasn't happening.

"Move," she heard a male command.

The door wheezed as someone forcefully rammed against it. Staring dumbly at the doorway she didn't react when Kail threw her his shirt, knowing her dress was too intricate to fit in time. It was too small a place for her to hide.

Before either of them could dress, the door burst open.

Hanto stood in the door way, his face red with hatred. The look in his eyes made Zyra afraid. Whatever that feeling was that he felt for her, it had to be gone. As he looked down on her, clutching the furs to her naked body, she saw nothing but disgust.

Zyra went cold with horror when the Chief of the Ursie tribe followed after. His dark eyes went wide and he began to shake in outrage.

"You..." he breathed, but his words died on his tongue as he looked at Kail who regarded him with nothing short of annoyance.

One by one she watched them file in, Rell, Gharla, Rair, Henna, Enui, a few stray men she did not know, they all stood, looking at her in her disgrace.

Rell's mouth was grim, but he didn't seem that surprised, and Gharla knew.

Zyra tried to contain herself as Henna stepped forward.

"She's been missing since last night," she proclaimed. "We looked for you everywhere."

"And here we have found you," Hanto stated, his fury making him icy and unaffected. "Cozy and naked with a beast. Insulting my brother."

The mention of his other son made the Chief step forward, his entire form blustered.

"This barbarism...this savagery! You call yourself a woman? And you gave yourself to my son?"

He turned to Rell with ferocity.

"Well? Say something!"

Rell looked at Zyra and she saw his deep disappointment. She had promised she would not do this, and yet somehow she was with Kail. How had she gotten there? Why didn't she remember anything? One minute she was at the feast, the next...

Rell let out a long sigh and walked over to pick up Zyra's dress. Snatching it from the floor he approached her, but was blocked by Hanto's arm.

"No," the Chief barked. "Let us see her shame."

"That's enough," Gharla shouted.

The Chief looked at her in disbelief as she went and took the dress from Rell. Handing it to Zyra she held up a fur to obscure her from their vision.

"Have you forgotten your place huntress?" the Chief asked her, his voice dangerously low.

"I am a Rovian huntress," Gharla answered stiffly. "Zyra is my leader."

"Is this the kind of tribe you are?" the Chief spat. "Driving brother against brother, spreading your legs to beasts, breaking your own covenant? That man should not be allowed here! If your law is forfeit your word is forfeit."

"I can explain."

Zyra put Kail's shirt over her dress and Gharla put down the fur, her eyes swimming with turmoil.

"Oh?" the Chief voiced. "Then try, and try hard little huntress."

She looked around trying to find Kyzu and her heart clenched at her absence. She should have known Kyzu would let her down, but even if Kyzu tried to help her she couldn't speak. How would they not know she was not putting words into her mouth?

"I was at the feast," she started evenly. "And, Then...then..."

"Spit it out."

Zyra raised her hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember. Give me time. I can figure this out. I was drinking and...at the fire..."

"You forgot there was a man living in the woods behind your tribe?"

"He's an ogre—"

"You are a liar as well! I know a man when I see one."

"With all do respect," Gharla interjected, but the Chief lifted a hand to silence her.

Tribe etiquette demanded that when in the presence of a Chief or Chieftess you were to treat them as your own. If she spoke and disrespected him they could seek punishment on her or worse, split their agreement. Without the celebration they would suffer. There was not another tribe of the Ursie's size and temperament for ages. The closest tribe was a mixed tribe and none would give their children away.

Seeing this, Rair turned on her heel and promptly left the dwelling. Frowning, Zyra didn't blame her.

"Do you understand the enormity of what you have done?" the Chief hissed. "This effrontery will not go unpunished."

"Are you finished?"

All eyes in the room snapped to Kail. He had put on his pants and was currently sitting on a stool. His gaudy earring and casual demeanor smacked of disrespect, and the tone of his voice did not help Zyra at all.

"He can speak?" Hanto spat viciously.

"What did you say?" the Chief breathed.

"The beast can speak?"

Hanto looked at Kail, a manic expression on his face. He drew his knife and pointed it at Kail menacingly.

"He needs to be killed," Hanto snarled. "This wrong can only be purged with blood."

"I can't let you do that," Zyra said, sliding in front of Kail.

"Then you confirm your guilt. I had thought you were a good choice for my sons, but my judgment was clearly wrong."

Zyra looked at the people before her and saw the devastated look on Rell's face. Then she looked at Henna who looked the happiest of them all. She had done something, she knew it.

"She is guilt of nothing," Kail declared testily. "I am not a man, as you should have noticed." He gestured to his green skin and gave them a smile, baring his fangs.

Shuddeing the Chief recoiled.

"You are a demon. A creature from the land of magic."

"I am a slave," Kail pronounced. "Zyra is my master."

"He was brought here from the accursed valley," Gharla uttered. "In exchange for safe passage back."

"Then you will give him to us," the Chief said stiffly. "He shall pay the price of your sins."

"I will pay the price."

Zyra looked over at Rell and shook her head.

"No."

"I know what this is about," Rell proclaimed. "Do I believe that Hanto stumbled upon them? No."

He looked a Hanto gravely. "This is more, isn't it brother?"

Rell could see that Zyra was being set up. He could also see that the only way to walk away from this was to forsake her. Rell knew he was not capable of that, and so he would have to commit to her until the end.

Hearing this, Hanto spurted indignantly. "She betrayed you brother! Surely she has not stolen your wits."

"Addled by a female," the Chief grumbled. "I had thought you so level-headed Rell."

"He is level-headed," Zyra said bravely. "He is kind and courageous and filled with a firstborn's wisdom." She looked at Hanto with disgust. "And he is the future of the Ursies."

"Enough," the Chief commanded. "Take her to the village."

Enui stood in front of Zyra and Zyra put her hand on her shoulder.

"Don't interfere," Zyra told them. She wasn't sure what the law was in this case and she did not want her friends to get in trouble.