Dark Elven Desires Part 9 – The Shamaness’s Ward

Darrick wakes aching, haunted by the shamaness who made his body obey. Now something inside him stirs, and escape may already be too late.

Part 9: The Shamaness’s Ward, By Mia Sumner

The rough rock floor disturbed Darrick’s slumber. The fullness of his stomach reminded him of the creature now inside him. His body, still worn from the abuses it had suffered, coaxed him back towards sleep again, but sleep was no escape. His body twitched as his mind replayed scenes from his torture. A distant sound, drow guards dragging some unfortunate captive to his fate perhaps, stirred an older memory.

The fight had been short and unheroic. Ten orcs vs one human with a knife, there was only ever one way it could end. Frantic stabbing and slashing on Darrick’s part kept the orcs at bay for brief minutes while they surrounded him. He had, at least, made some of them bleed as they slowly tightened their circle.

They didn’t use their weapons though, jeering and cursing as they pulled at him, the sharp nails of their hands scratching him. A hard blow to his stomach pushing all the air from his lungs. Another to the side of his head, making the world spin and his ears ring.

He sank to his knees, lip bruised, a cut above his eye dripping blood that stung. They didn’t let up, more clubbing blows. The world went soft around the edges. He tried to raise his hands to protect himself but they wouldn’t move. A drooling, fanged ugly face leered at him. Then… darkness.

Pain. His wrists burning. Cold, hard ground. His body aching, refusing to let him rest further. The ropes around his wrist too tight, cutting off his circulation. The cold air against his naked chest only partly compensated for by the heat from a crackling fire.

Darrick kept his eyes shut, not wanting to draw attention to himself as consciousness returned. Bound like this, he wasn’t going anywhere. By smell alone he knew he was still with the orc party. He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious, hours at least, since even with his eyes closed he could tell it was dark.

The ache from his arms, tied in this awkward position, was becoming unbearable. He risked opening his eyes just a crack and trying to move his body just an inch. A booted foot thumped into his midsection, driving the air from him with a loud grunt of pain and triggering guttural laughter from the watching orcs. A second kick, this time to his ribs, rolled him onto his back.

Darrick stared up at the familiar stars, framed by leaves from the forest trees. They hadn’t gone that far from Briar Glen then. Had the village escaped? He didn’t see anyone else around, but he couldn’t make out much right now.

A heavyset orc moved towards him from the fire. Large breasted and female, her green skin marked by sigils, she walked with quiet authority and the male orcs stepped out of her way. Darrick watched her get closer, muscles tensing instinctively, then protesting.

She grabbed him by the hair, pulling him part up off the ground. Despite himself, he groaned, his whole body bruised and aching. She studied him with cool indifference, turning his head from side to side, her tusked teeth glistening with saliva. He gasped as she pressed the large bruise on his chest, perhaps testing its severity. It was how he checked the cattle back at Briar Glen. The other orcs crowded around now, laughing, and jeering as she inspected their prize.

Her hand slid down his body and his eyes widened as it wrapped around his cock, first squeezing his balls and then moving to his shaft. He tried to pull away.

“Get off me your Orc bitch.” He spat the words in protest, but she paid no attention. Her palm pressed on his chest, pushing him back down against the dirt. The hand around his cock stroked and squeezed. To his horror and shame, his cock stirred and hardened at her touch.

Her eyes glittered with hunger as she increased her pace. The orcs jeered louder as Darrick’s body betrayed him. He moaned, writhing, his cock throbbing with humiliating need, hips thrusting off the ground. Her touch, surprisingly gentle, kept him just moments from cumming. Hand moving up and down his shaft, stroking, and teasing as pre-cum leaked from his head to lube his shaft.

Darrick whimpered, eyes locked on hers now. A battle of wills that he had already lost. She smiled, with what seemed like satisfaction, finishing him with one deliberate motion then letting go so his cum spurted all over his stomach, cock bobbing with each spurt. Body frustrated to be denied full satisfaction.

She watched for a moment, then used her sharp nailed finger to draw swirling patterns in the cooling cum that pooled on Darrick’s stomach. His chest tightened. She was doing, something, he could feel it, even if he didn’t know what.

The Shamaness turned and signaled to one of the larger orcs who leapt forward, blade out. Darrick flinched, wondering if this was the end, but the Shamaness spoke. One short sentence, harsh, alien, but clearly a denial. The large orc grabbed Darrick roughly, pulling him up to his feet and sliced through the ropes binding his wrists. He groaned in relief as feeling slowly returned to his limbs. He looked in confusion at both orcs.

The Shamaness switched to Common her voice slow as though it was hard for her jaws to form the words “She gave orders. You are bound now.”

A knot formed in Darrick’s stomach at those words. Who was this she and what exactly had the Shamaness done to him? Was someone… expecting him? Or did it mean something else?

The male orc glared at Darrick but stepped away. Darrick looked around, wondering if he should just make a break or it right now. When he looked back, the Shamaness was watching him closely.

“Kneel.” She said in her harsh voice. Darrick’s knees buckled and he found himself back down on the earth.

“Cum.” He could hear the amusement in her voice at this second command. His balls tightened, his cock twitched and cum shot from his limp dick onto the grass. Bound she had said, somehow she had bound his body’s will to hers. There was no escape.

Darrick’s eyes flicked open and he stared up at the dark, dungeon ceiling. Had the binding worn off yet? Did it matter now anyway? The creature in his gut stirred as though it someone heard his thoughts of escape. Was there any way out?

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