Ogres and Ogresses Ch. 30

"How?"

Flower was silent for a while then shook her head. "I don't know. Only Paj and Firetoucher knew."

"Firetoucher is missing too," Nima said sadly. "My auntie hasn't come back to the village either."

"My cousin isn't missing. She's taking her baby to the place—"

Flower gasped and plugged her mouth. Her eyes were wide with panic.

"Wait...Firetoucher isn't—"

"Shh shh!"

Flower grabbed Nima's mouth and crouched into her. "No matter what you can't say anything. You promised! Do you swear! Swear on your death arrows?"

Nima nodded. The nine-year old released her and began to whisper. "Firetoucher is going to where they say Zyra is. She's going to ask her to hide her and the baby from that big fat Ursie loser Hanto!"

"Really?" Nima was glad to hear that. She thought the baby was really cute for a boy. Though if she ever saw Firetoucher again that meant she'd been caught and the boy would be taken away.

"She said when her baby was safe she'd come back for me, and we'd both live together."

"What about your mother?"

"What about my mother?" Flower said frowning. "All she does in gossip and try to have more kids when she totally can't anymore. My sister took care of me. Like the lead huntress took care a' you. I noticed. Now that she's gone..." Flower's eyes misted over, but she sniffled up her tears.

Nima gave her a hug and Flower let herself cry. She patted her back, and felt awful that she couldn't offer the girl more.

"Do you miss her?"

The question was directed to Nima.

"Yes. A lot." Nima let out a few tears of her own.

"Me too," Flower sniffed. "My sister I mean."

They cried until their tears dried up, then stood in silence, twisting and looking at each other.

Flower screwed up her mouth. "So...what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we hugged and stuff. So we're friends right?"

Nima's lips quivered with hope. "Want...want to gather onions by the river?"

Flower wrinkled her nose. "What for?"

"I dunno."

"Don't onions make your breath stinky?"

"Kinda."

"If we get them, will we eat em?"

"Yeah..."

"...Okay!"

Flower took her hand, and she and Nima raced toward the river.

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"Henna!"

"Yes my lord?"

"How close is the ogre?"

"About a day's march my lord."

Creedon smiled as Henna stumbled over the new title. Yes, he was indeed a lord. It was a stepping stone to becoming King he'd said, to ruling over his oppressors, to becoming their god.

"Henna..."

The dark beauty looked at him, her eyes wide as a doe.

"If I were a god, do you suppose I'd be a kind god, or a vengeful god?"

Henna looked at his unreadable face, trying her best to anticipate his desired response. She could find nothing.

"I suppose...it would depend on the person."

Creedon laughed joyously. "Oh you are a funny one! You company is most welcome."

Henna blushed, her master's smile highlighting his young attractive features. It was his eyes that showed how old he was, how long he had taken breath upon the earth.

"Henna my dear, what a pretty color you've turned." Creedon strode up to her, clasping her face gently. "Well, well, have I brought you discomfort dear one?"

"No my lord."

Creedon smiled. "Good. I would hate to know that you would lie unblushingly with a beast, and would shy from your master's touch...I am your master, aren't I?"

Henna tried her best to ignore the sinister glimmer in his eyes and nodded.

"Good."

Creedon went to his things and unfurled a piece of paper. Henna looked on with wonder and he remembered that his kind had banned all form of writing as a way of punishment. It was funny, without it the humans would never advance, and here he was parading the precious object like a walking stick. He'd made it from one of the Rovian trees. It was primitive, but strong enough for him to use. Breathing deeply he closed his eyes and envisioned the Rovian lands.

He bit a finger, the blood beading up, and pressed it into the fibers. He could feel Henna's eyes drinking him in and sighed. He hoped she didn't ask any question. His blood began to spread among the paper, and he opened his eyes to see red lines pouring in. Perfect. When the red lines settled he had himself a very nice map, the only map, of the Rovian lands. This was to be his base of operations after all. He wanted the home front advantage, and he would have it. But first, a little help.

"I need you to fetch me something Henna."

Henna closed her gaping mouth and nodded. "Yes my lord."

He noted she hadn't bowed. Scared to look away lest he bleed her next? The fool.

"Tell me, if we had to choose someone from your village for our cause, who would you choose?"

The human girl gave him a rare look of displeasure, but masked it swiftly.

"The Rovians are not worthy of your love my lord. I know none who would defect to our cause, nor be useful to—"

"I didn't ask for your objections Henna, only your opinions."

In a show of defiance the girl stiffened her lip and shook her head. "I would choose no one my lord."

Creedon laughed. So this is what his kindness had brought him. She was spoiled.

"No one? Is that your answer?"

"Yes, my lord."

Creedon walked up to her and took her chin, his smile pressed into his face.

"You live to please me, don't you Henna? For your glorious revenge."

Before Henna could nod again, he pulled her in so fast she shrieked. The witch's cool hand trailed from her face, down to the side of her body, and she froze when she felt him traced the curves of her backside.

"You know Henna, I've gathered much energy whilst being here, but transforming you taxes me so. Wouldn't it be logical for you to give some of that energy back?"

He could feel her shaking, see the wheels in her eyes turning, trying to find a way out. "My lord, ...wouldn't that expend energy? I..."

"You don't know what I'm thinking."

His eyes turned deadly and Henna recoiled, feeling her dread grow.

"All I want from you is to...well..." He tossed his hair back and with his free hand unloosened his robe. "I suppose I could show you."

Before she could scream, Henna was against the cave wall, her arms above her head and her legs spread without his direct touch. He looked her over, his hands folded. Then he gently tugged her clothes and they came off without resistance, whole, and fell to the floor.

This terrified her. She tried to scream, to cry out, but the more she tried to protest, the more her words were swallowed.

He kissed her and a cool energy spread through her. She felt her body melting with just the touch of Creedon's lips.

Was this his power?

A warmth suddenly curled inside her, circling her nipples, stroking her wettening lips. The change in sensations, the heat and frost. He pulled back, and she felt intoxicated.

"Master..."

Creedon cracked his knuckles and inserted one finger inside of her. She shrieked as he immediately located her pleasure spot, and began to stroke at it undeterred by her struggling.

"Yes Henna?"

"Oh! Maker, st-sto..."

"Come now Henna. I haven't touched a woman in years...well, not the way I'll touch you. I'm out of practice no doubt...but if you protest so you'll certainly hurt my feelings."

"M-Master!"

Creedon dug two more fingers inside. Henna convulsed and he chuckled, kissing her again to slip his tongue into her mouth and push her over the edge. She shuddered silently, and spilled over his hand. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

"So much Henna. Didn't your ogre pet fuck you?"

He pulled his soaked fingers out, his hand slick. Slowly, carefully, he put a hand beside her head and pressed his face against her ear.

"Do you know why I'm doing this Henna?"

Henna shook her head, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes.

"No, Master I—"

"Yes. Yes, you do."

Creedon reached to the front of his robes and for the first time she saw him disrobe. He was a vision, every inch of his frame lithe muscle carved from alabaster. His body made her salivate, something she tried to ignore because her fear of him was greater. He was too beautiful, too cruel. When she closed her eyes, his fine chiseled chest laid in wait behind her eyelids.

"Not a bad image to be burned in your eyelids huh my dear? Oh yes, I can see. I miss, nothing."

He rolled her hard nipples between his fingers.

"Where were we...? Oh, I was explaining why. Well, I like pleasure that's no lie, but more importantly, I need your loyalty Henna. You are a cute girl, and your search for revenge...I empathize, but I need more Henna. I need your body, heart, and soul."

He pressed his member against her opening and Henna cried out for mercy, her soft bottom scraping the cool cave walls as she tried to escape, the pain heightening her senses.

"We both know your soul needs searching for, and your heart belongs to the ogre, or whatever fantasy you've conjured up. Perhaps it belongs to Zyra."

"N-never!"

"Quiet, she's a looker."

"Mercy my lord! Mer—"

"Enough whimpering." Creedon released her breasts and spread her pulsing lips to his throbbing member. "We both know what you mean by mercy." Creedon grinned, his body humming. It had been too long indeed. "So as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me! I'll settle for your body then."

He lifted her legs and began to sink inside her, inch by painful inch. Creedon was thick. Too thick, she felt him filling her more than any man she'd ever allowed inside her. It hurt so good.

Why?

"Master!...Master!" Henna shook her head but could only sob tears of frustration towards the uncontrolled pleasure he gave her.

"Your body does most of the work anyway," Creedon grunted. "I don't care what you think. I don't care what you feel. All I want, is for you to understand something very clear."

Creedon lifted her legs up in his arms. "When I say give me a name, I want a name."

He tilted her and began to fuck her. Her body surrendered to the rough onslaught, knowing resistance could only bring pain. He was killing her. He was giving her life. He was pulsating inside her, getting deeper as she howled, her back arching forward allowing him to suck her pebbled nipples with abandon. Shocked, she came again, immediately trying to escape the intensity of his friction against her aching pussy, but he would not yield. Creedon kept going to the point of discomfort, and continued until her pain was pleasure again and again until her pleasure was pain.

So the cycle went on, as Creedon spoke to her pleasantly, repeating, "When I say give me a name, I want a name," and making her cum endlessly, fucking her senselessly.

When she could do nothing but take it, he spoke very slowly to her, very softly so she would hear. His hips were wet with her juices.

"If you ever, want to feel this pleasure again, you will have to come to me. Your body is ruined for all other men. No one knows you like I do. No one can make you feel this way but me. If you ever want to feel such delights again, you will obey me without question, or I will toss you back to the Rovians and to your dull useless life so you can live out your days in self-hatred and pity. Is that clear?"

Henna opened her eyes, her body exhausted and yet...awakened. Nothing could make her feel such bliss. Not meditation or training, nor sex or sleep. This was the source of good. Creedon was good and evil.

Creedon was her god.

"Yes my lord."

"Yes what, Henna?"

"Yes, I will obey you without question. I am yours to use as you see fit."

"I wasn't asking you that, clever girl."

Creedon freed her from the wall and she fell bonelessly into his arms. He placed her gently on his bed, and flipped her over to her stomach. Her pussy sung."

"Yes to what, Henna? Tell me what you've learned."

"Yes more, my lord. Please give me more."

Creedon smiled. Studying nymphs in academy had been a great asset. Their ability to tap into the most primal of instincts was always a gift.

"More what, Henna?"

She whined and spread her legs. "More of you. Inside me. I'll do anything..."

Creedon stroked her hair and gave her a soft kiss. "What a sweet girl."

Then he lifted her onto her knees and violated her. Henna clasped his furs and ascended into a blur of ecstasy that ended with a scream in the darkness.

When she awoke she was in her sleeping furs, and Creedon was fixing the sleeves of his robe. She leaned up, her body humming with a peace she had never know.

He looked to her and slowly gave her a slow smile. "How do you feel?"

Henna smiled. "Master..."

"Call me Creedon. For now."

Henna's eyes glistened in afterglow, and her lips trembled with excitement. "I feel...reborn, Creedon."

He chuckled. "Good. I'm glad you enjoyed that. I was worried for a moment you weren't."

Creedon ran a hand through his fair hair and looked at the crystal in the center of his cave. It hummed with power, but not enough. Not enough for his plans. Not enough for everything.

"I need you to do something for me Henna." The crystal hummed and glowed a brighter green as the face of the huntress he had killed became visible.

Henna grabbed her clothes. "Anything."

"Good."

He spread his fingers and the image floated into his hand. As the image wavered between her life and death, Creedon beckoned Henna forward and pressed the image against her forehead. Her eyes glowed as information magically zipped through her mind.

"You remember Paj, don't you? She helped me out and for that I am grateful. In fact, I am so grateful, I want you to bring her back. Things have been so lonely since CoCree went on his special mission."

"What do you mean bring her back?"

"Look into your mind."

Henna saw images zipping by of the two arrows from Paj's funeral.

"Retrieve them for me. Bring those here."

Henna's pleasure curbed as she thought of what that would mean. Desecrating the remains of her fellow huntress. Possibly cursing her own soul in the process. When this was over, who would she have left to light the arrows, to guide her out of the In-between?

"Bring those, and I will reward you. Fail..." He walked to her and whispered in her ear. "...and I will never touch you again."

The fear was greater than death. She realized now, Creedon had brought the In-between to the land of the living. Without him, she would already be trapped there. He was her arrow.

"I will Creedon."

She pulled on her clothes and began tugging her boots when Creedon stilled her. He kissed lightly on her lips. Even that light touch made her body remember how good he had made her feel. Creedon always kept his word. He had given her Kail, and she would have him when this was over. But maybe as a slave. The ogre was but a trifle. She could have anyone, Hanto, Rell, even Kyzu on her knees suckling at her core. Maybe Creedon was evil, but all she had to do was obey. How could anyone resist?

"I will Creedon..." she cooed. She kissed him back and he grinned.

"Good girl. Now call me Master."

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