Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 02

"Fear is its own weapon, as I think you know." Marishka cut in. "Minotaurs and Centaurs will strike terror into your foes."

"Heh, if our enemy is even smaller than you each Minotaur is going to be worth ten of them!" Brindhour boasted.

Augras hid his smile; it wasn't often that an orc was made to feel small. "They'll prove their worth, have no doubt about that, but the real asset we're bringing is me." This time he did smile, at the look of skeptical disbelief on their faces. "I've more than just grown on my journey to the south. Marishka has more than just visions and the ability to turn a scrawny boy into a strapping man. She has powers, powers that she taught to me. Powers that will turn the war in our favor."

"Powers." Jeanette replied flatly. "Like magic?"

"Yes, exactly like that."

"I should like to see that." Dorian said. "What can you do? Teleport around the room? Conjure fire?" His lips twisted in wry amusement.

"Nothing so flashy as that. You need to think bigger."

"So nothing that can be easily proven." The human remarked with derision.

"On the contrary. It is all easily proven." Augras insisted.

"Well, I'm sure we'd all like to see what strange magic you learned in the southern continent, Augras. What can you do?" Jeanette asked.

"Your soil is weak, near barren. It will bloom with life again." Marishka said.

Augras grinned. "Yes, that will work. I know you must be worried about food, what with the war and all. How would you like a second harvest, and a third after that?"

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The bright, full moon shined down on them as Augras and Marishka reached the middle of the field. The night was clear, so he could make out his mentor's features as she walked beside him. It was a good night for the ritual, even if a little cold. No matter, they would warm up soon enough.

The field had been cleared down to the dirt in the last harvest, but at his instructions rows of earth had been freshly tilled and planted with the seed for next year's crop. But if everything went according to plan, it would be next month's crop. Or sooner even. He looked over at Marishka, who nodded reassuringly.

"You can do this, Son of Three Races."

"I've told you to call me Augras." He replied with a smile.

"Yes, but I've been calling you that since before you were born. Old habits are hard to break." Marishka cackled gaily. "You know what to do."

Augras nodded and unslung his pack. First, he pulled out three censors and arranged them triangularly roughly eight feet apart. He filled them with charcoal, and then lit them with a tinder. Next he pulled out a bunch of wheat stalks and began shredding them in his hands. He divided them up between the three censors and began to burn them. He quickly added an incense mixture of frankincense and myrrh, and a pleasant smell and aroma began to waft towards them as they stood in the middle of the triangle.

As smoke began to billow around them, Marishka stood behind Augras and began to rub his shoulders. "Now picture it; the bare earth, just as it is now. Feel your power flowing out of you, down through your legs, through your feet and into the soil. See it spreading out, filling the ground with life. Picture the crops springing to life, bursting out of the ground and reaching to the sky."

Augras closed his eyes and followed the Mincenntti's instructions. Magic wasn't just about rituals and components. There was power needed as well. He pushed his power out into the ground, and then turned around to face Marishka. As tall as the Mincenntti was, he still towered over her in his new, enhanced form. Augras gripped her about the waist, and then lifted her up so they were face to face and then kissed her deeply.

His tongue plunged into her mouth and twirled with hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Since she was only wearing a loin cloth beneath the waist it was too easy for him to move the cloth out of the way to access her cunt. He quickly freed his cock from his trousers and began rubbing it against her slit. Although she was a different race, orcs, humans, and elfs were all descended from the Mincenntti, so sexually they were all compatible.

"That's it, Augras," she whispered into his ear as she pressed her breasts against his chest, "Finish the ritual. Fertilize the soil." She nibbled on his pointed ear, and then kissed down his jawline before pressing her mouth to his again. She clung to his shoulders, and used them as a base for leverage to grind her slit against his great thick cock. Sliding up and down it, she lubricated the tool with her juices as she worked herself into a lather of excitement.

He wanted to tease her, to tell her not to pretend it was all for the ritual, but he knew that wouldn't be true. Though she'd enjoy it, he knew that for her it was all about destiny and fulfilling prophecy rather than mutual love or affection. To be fair though, he felt the same way. After Bernadette he hadn't felt anything beyond satisfying a physical need either.

"Alright Marishka. Let's do this, let's show them what we're capable of." He ran his fingers along the cleft of her ass, stroking the strange, almost leathery flesh. With his powerful muscles, he guided her over his cock and plunged himself deep inside her hot snatch.

He grunted in satisfaction as his thick cock slammed into her vaginal tunnel. Mincenntti pussies had a steeper angle than humans, orcs, or elfs. It made him enter her at an odd angle, and made her feel even tighter around his bulging shaft. Augras started to thrust his hips, and as his cock pumped in and out he began to feel the magic welling within him.

The feeling of the magic flowing through his body was even better than sex. Not in a physical, pleasurable sort of way, but rather an exhilaration and feeling of liveliness that couldn't be matched. It electrified him in a way that sex didn't, not even when making love with Bernadette.

As the incense swirled about them, the memory of his former lover distracted him from the magic seeping through his veins and the tight cunt wrapped around his cock. He could still picture her in the Minotaur village on the southern continent, tears welling in her eyes as she confessed. Taking a deep breath, he banished the anger before it corrupted the magic he was calling.

Instead he pictured the soil bursting forth with life and willed the magic out of his body and into the ground. Each time he thrust up into the Mincenntti woman he pumped more of his magic into the earth. Augras began to pant, and sweat beaded on his chest as he moved Marishka up and down on his cock. The spicy scent of the incense joined the tightness of her shaft as it inflamed his senses.

"Good, Augras. I can feel the magic coming out. Keep it coming. Faster now." Marishka grunted, and tightened her pussy around his shaft to spur him on. She squeezed him inside her and bucked her hips, grinding her labia around the base of his shaft.

"Ah, not so hard." He groaned, trying to suppress the growing desire to unleash his load.

"Control, Augras, always control. Master the magic, don't let it master you." She cautioned him for what seemed the thousandth time.

It wasn't that he was in particular need of the warning; but rather it was simply an important one that always needed reinforcing. Years of seeing his father's mercurial rages and the self-control he developed in answer had ensured that. With a deep breath, he steadied himself and focused again on the magic. And the sex.

When Marishka eased the pressure on his cock he responded by increasing the force and tempo of his thrusting. He slammed into her, slapping his balls, teeming with his virile cum, against her body again and again. Augras drove his cock into her, splitting her walls and sliding deep inside her sheathe.

She closed her lips around his lower one and pinched it with her pointed teeth. She grinned as she felt him tense in pain, but otherwise didn't respond or lose control. Next, she scratched her tooth against his as she resumed tightening her sex around his cock.

Augras didn't rise to the bait though, and instead drilled even harder into her, adding a grinding motion of his own as he sought to defeat her attempts at distraction with pleasure. He was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from his mentor.

He was never really sure what she made of their fucking. He had gotten the sense that, inheritor of the bloodline or no, Marishka saw him, and all the other races, as inferior. Maybe it was how alien they were to her, and her own regret at the death of her people. But when they coupled, he couldn't help but sense that she felt like she was training a monkey. She'll fit right in Grandmother's court, then, he thought with a grin.

"Don't lose control now, Marishka." He taunted her and began to pump his hips as he pulled her into his shaft, his huge biceps flexing each time he lifted the Mincenntti up again. The motions became a blur as he went all out, and finally exulted in triumph as he felt Marishka shudder around his cock and moan in pleasure when the orgasm hit her.

After her climax subsided, he set her down on all fours and positioned himself behind her. Now it was time for the main event. He quickly pushed his cock inside her again, ramming into her from behind. He pump in and out of her as he gripped her high, firm buttocks. His thick fingers sunk into her dark skin as he yanked her bodily back into his shaft.

"Prepare yourself, Augras." She cautioned him as she started to work her hips back into the half-orc.

"Of course, Marishka." His words came out tight and hoarse, as the pressure began to build inside him again. Not just the cum boiling in his testes, but the force of his magic burning to burst free. "Ah, this was always my favorite lesson."

"This first one I taught you." She panted breathlessly. As his cock hit the deepest point inside her she rolled her hips, grinding the tip against her cervix. "It took you long enough to master it. I always suspected you were failing on purpose."

Augras threw his head back and laughed as he drove into her again and again. "How suspicious of you. Couldn't you read the truth on my face? Or in my eyes, or soul, or whatever it is you do?" He leaned forward, reaching beneath her to grab at her breast, making it disappear in his hand as he squeezed it firmly.

"Men are hard to read in the throes of passage. Nnnng! Or easy, I suppose. Mmm, all I see is your lust." She squeezed him inside her as she rocked back into him, moaning louder as his thick shaft pushed her towards another climax.

"Heh, I'll have to remember that trick, the next time I need to hide something from you." His hips reached a rapid tempo as he threw everything he had into her. His grip tightened on her ass and breast as he pulled her back into him, leaving dark marks on her flesh.

In his mind's eye he saw the ground around them bursting forth with life. Keeping that image in his mind, he pulled out of her and turned his body, then wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked himself to completion. As he shot his load all over the earth he released his power in one great burst, fertilizing the soil and the seeds planted within.

The censors flared up, incinerating the rest of the sacrifices and lighting up the darkness in a sudden explosion. Smoke whirled about them, almost getting sucked into their union before bursting out and dissipating.

Lost in release of his magic, he didn't notice any of it, or hear Marishka cry out again as she rubbed her clit, stroking the little button beneath her fingertips as she rapidly brought herself to join Augras' orgasm. Steam seemed to rise off her body as she basked in the dirt under the moon.

When his climax was complete, he opened his eyes and saw the world shimmering before him. In the corners of his eyes, the earth pulsed and throbbed, as if new life would burst forth at any moment. With his essence spread across the dirt, he felt connected to the land, like it was a part of him. Insects in the night felt like prickles on his skin. Dew on the grass made him feel moist. Or perhaps it was just sweat.

As seconds passed the feeling faded, until it was just him and Marishka, lying in the field under the moon. Yet all around them, new life was blooming.

****

Drauken still couldn't believe what he saw. Two weeks after harvest and already wheat and barley were springing up in the fields that Augras 'blessed.' The sight distressed him, and not just because it meant that Augras really did have some kind of magical powers which would have ramifications on the war that he had no way to predict; just the fact that multiple harvests per season were now possible meant that the economy of the Western Kingdoms was going to be thrown into turmoil. The abundance of food would slash the value of Thesta and Sandora's biggest exports. Most of the lords derived at least some of their income from food, especially the Duchy of Oxmain. It would fundamentally change the balance of power in the economy.

No matter how this war ends, society will never go back to the way it was, he thought, unless something happens to Augras and his Mincenntti advisor. That notion sent a chill down his spine. He was willing to work with Amelie to prevent Jeanette's mad dreams of conquest from throwing the Western Kingdoms into turmoil. He knew that passing information wouldn't be enough, and that more direct action was necessary. In fact, plans were already in the works.

But assassination, that is something else altogether. I don't know if I could stomach that. Thankfully, there were plenty of people in his network that could. Would Marishka be able to see that coming? Can she read my mind? That would be disastrous. Perhaps it would be better to send Amelie a letter and arrange for him to meet his fate on the battlefield.

Even that didn't look to be an easy feat. Augras was the largest half-orc he'd ever seen; he was larger than most full-blooded orcs. Taking him down in single combat wasn't going to be easy for anyone. If anyone can do it, it's Amelie he told himself.

One thing was clear; he needed to call another meeting of the Guild Masters. They needed to be apprised of what was happening and what it could mean for the Kingdom. Drauken nodded at the footman who opened the door to his townhouse to let him inside. A servant took his coat and hat, and he began making his way upstairs towards the glow of a flickering fire emanating from his solar.

When he reached the top of the stairs he nearly gasped at the sight of Melora standing before the fireplace. Being backlit by the flames turned her silk dress sheer, giving him a glimpse of the lithe, pale flesh beneath. The shadow of her torque hat looked like a crown atop her head, and with the silks and jewels he had gifted her she might have been a queen.

She appeared intent on rearranging his silver and straightening the art above the mantle place. Drauken's cock began to stiffen as he admired the way he could just make out her left ass cheek when she turned. He pressed his palm into the shaft and squeezed it gently as he watched, before finally stepping into the room. "What are you working on, Melora?"

The elf girl jumped and gave a soft little squeak before falling back. He rushed forward to catch her, and her small elfin frame fell into his arms. "Master! I didn't hear you come in!" She looked up and beamed at him, her ivory teeth flashing brightly. "I'm just making a few adjustments for you. You're the representative of the Council of Guilds to the Queen's Court. If you want people to take you seriously you need to have a home that projects wealth and sophistication."

A deep rumbling chuckle rolls out of his throat. "If you say so, my dear. I'll have to take your word for that; it's why I hired you after all." Drauken smiled down at the diminutive elfin woman. She blushed when she looked up at him, and he noticed her nipples start to harden and poke through the fabric of her dress and into his hand. Without even realizing it he was touching her breast, holding it snugly in his big grey palm.

"Oh? It wasn't for my keen business instincts?" She smiled softly at him, before pulling away and turning towards the mantle again to make another adjustment.

Drauken fought down a grunt as he caught the soft curve of her small breast, remembering how nice it felt in his hand. Even the darkness of her nipple was visible now as the light shone through her gown. His cock got even stiffer, and he was sure the outline of his bulge was visible through his pants. Does she know what she's doing to me? He wondered, before quickly dismissing the idea. Everything he picked up from her so far suggested she was an innocent. Well, as innocent as anyone could be in Ruar.

"That too. You're the whole package, all rolled into one. You more than earn your pay." He grinned down at her again. "As I've shown you before. That being said, there is no rest for the wicked. I need you to send out messages to all the Guild Masters requesting a meeting."

Melora's smile faded into a shrewd, appraising look. "Prince Augras actually delivered on his promises, then?"

"Indeed. I hadn't thought it possible, but it looks like we'll be getting a second harvest by the end of the month at the latest. Maybe sooner!"

"That will change everything." Melora whispered. "The short term winners will be the smiths; they'll be producing scythes and other equipment like mad to keep up with the harvests, especially on top of the demands of the war. Demand for their services will be unprecedented."

The orc Guild Master nodded. "Yes, we'll have to shift my assets from food to the smiths. But with the war going on, the big money will still be trade with the Eastern Kingdoms. Since I control that, the effects of the shock this is going to cause won't be too immediate."

The elf nodded. "I agree. You're well positioned to benefit from this war, even if you don't approve of it."

"I may be making money in the short term, but in the long term the war is going to destroy the existing markets without any way to grow new ones."

Melora smiled again and rested a hand on his chest. "Well, if anyone can figure out how to navigate this mess, it's you. I'm sure you'll find a way to keep trade going in the aftermath of the war, regardless of who wins."

"I hope you're right, because I fear there isn't anyone else considering it. At least, no one in a position to do anything. In that vein, when you arrange the meeting with the Guilds, set up an appointment with the Master Mason before the meeting itself. I have a special request for him. Then let the Council know that I am going to be leaving the city for a few months in order to attend the eastern trade routes." And to rescue a fallen King.