Orc Harem - 14

Adam stood victorious. He had passed the Trial of Battle. Defeated Sayla. And it felt good.

What happened next came passed in a blur. 

Before his triumph had even begun to sink in, Jen was rushing over to him. All bright eyes and big smiles, his beloved she-orc was barreling towards him, arms spread wide. An instant later, he was swept up in his woman’s embrace as she planted upon his lips a big, wet kiss. She hopped up into his arms as she did and Adam had to lean back to keep his balance. But the extra weight didn’t bother him. The affection that poured forth more than made up for it.

 Jen deepened their kiss and his body came alive. When she finally pulled away, he was breathless - and fully roused.

“I knew it!” Jen cried, peppering his face with smaller kisses. “I knew you’d pass!”

Adam could only grin. He could he not when he had a woman like Jen in his arms? Her body was warm and firm against his - and even better was the feel of her bottom resting upon his palms.

“For this kind of prize, I’d have taken on a hundred orc berserkers.” Adam's heart and insides were stirring with heat. Boasting was not normally his way… but Jen had a way of turning this studious young man onto wilder paths.

Jen laughed, kissing him again. Her voice petered out into a light giggle and she held him close, so close he could feel her heart hammering in time with his own.

“Oh, stop.” His she-orc murmured against his lips. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, teasing him. Her voice dropped even lower. “You’ll get the real prize later…”

Adam wanted to groan. In the end, both he and Jen were mindful enough to cool things off quickly. He eased Jen back onto her feet, though she remained close, her hands settled nicely upon his neck and shoulders. 

Over Jen’s shoulder, Adam noted the onlookers. Druma, trying to pretend she wasn’t watching the lovebirds. Akari stood even closer by, grinning in that knowing way of mature women. Hera, of course, looked satisfied that Adam wasn’t a weakling. And that left only…

Sayla, who looked the least impressed of all. Even beaten, sitting on her ass and embarrassment written clear on her face, the Champion of G’Kalis held a sharpness in her gaze.

Their eyes met for only a moment. Adam hoped he might find some acceptance then, but soon after that Sayla rose from the dirt and turned away without a word. She hadn’t even bothered to pick up her blunted daggers.

“Don’t worry about her.” Akari assured him. The Clan Mystic must have seen the look on his face. She clapped him on the shoulder again. “Her ego is more bruised than she is. This humbling will be good for her.”

“And more importantly, she no longer has cause to deny your path to Chieftaincy.” Hera added, approaching. “She thought you weak and you proved her wrong.”

Adam and Sayla finally pulled away - but even then, not entirely. She would not leave his side, keeping one hand settled on the small of his back. Her touch was warm… and perhaps possessive. Adam didn’t mind one bit.

Jen had mostly composed herself by now, though her smile remained. Her excitement could not be hidden, shining bright in her eyes.

“She won’t cause any problems?” Adam asked, keeping an eye on Sayla’s retreating form. He watched her disappear back into the main house.

“If Sayla is a true orc, she will accept the results of the Trial of Battle. If she didn’t want you as Chieftain then she should have beaten you.” Akari said plainly. Adam wanted to believe her. He’d had enough of Sayla’s attitude.

“But stay clear for a couple days, give her some space.” Jen added. Her voice dropped again, as before. This time, her tone was joking. “And try not to lord it over her too much.”

“I won’t. You know I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Of course. Why do you think I picked you?” 

Jen pulled him into another kiss. Not as intense as before, but no less loving. Adam did not argue or resist. He enjoyed his little taste of victory.

It took a very pointed clearing of one's throat to break them apart again. Both lovers glanced aside, seeing Druma. The youngest G’Kalis she-orc stood before them, though her eyes were looking anywhere but them.

Shy, Adam noted. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a shy orc.

“Um… hello. Congratulations.” The Clan Historian gave a small wave. It was very cute.

“Thank you.” Adam gave a polite bow of his head. “It… it was a good fight.”

Druma nodded in turn, but said nothing. She was a mousy girl - as mousy as she-orcs could be. Especially so with her short hair, perfectly framing her soft face. Adam could only ever think she was cute.

The Clan Historian stepped forward, though seemed hesitant about something. Still, her eyes found the sky, the dirt, their shoes… looking everywhere but Adam’s own. Until finally they did, for a brief moment. Druma’s eyes were large and brown, glimmering as they caught the sunlight. Not as warm and Jen’s or as sharp as Sayla’s… but Adam found them captivating in their own way. They were kind eyes. Warm eyes. Innocent, even.

Like a doe’s eyes. Cute.

There was a stretch of silence between them - even the resolute matriarch Hera didn’t seem to know what to say. Eventually, Adam took pity on the more bookish of Jen’s sisters.

“I guess now is as good a time as any to properly introduce myself.” Adam began, stepping forward. He offered Druma his hand and she tentatively met it with her own. He brought her knuckles to his lips, granting a chaste kiss, just as noble manners required. “Adam Casterman, fourth son of Lord Orson Casterman. A pleasure.”

Adam fought back a smile. He could swear that Druma’s cheeks had darkened.

Behind him, Jen gave a snort. He felt a slap against the back of his shoulder.

“We all know who you are, Adam. I’ve already told them everything.”

“It doesn’t hurt to be polite.” Adam countered, shooting Druma a grin as he released her hand. The youngest G’Kalis looked away… but Adam took note of her own little smile as she did.

“It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” Druma said after a moment. She straightened her back, making the effort to meet his eyes for longer than a few seconds. “Face to face, that is. I’m glad you won the first trial. Really. But I have to remind you - and everyone else - that you also need to pass the Trial of History.”

The Clan Historian’s voice was soft - softer even than Jen’s - but there was a firmness to it now. Even the most reserved of the G’Kalis girls still had some steel in her spine, it seemed.

“Right. Sorry.” Jen sighed. She turned to Adam again, apologetic. “We should have started the day we arrived.”

“It’s that urgent?” Adam suddenly felt worried, though when he turned back towards Druma, the younger she-orc was shaking her head.

“Not so much urgent as it is time consuming.” She explained. “We have months until the deadline to swear you in officially as Chieftain of Clan G’Kalis… but Jen must have mentioned that the Trial of History takes quite a bit of time to complete. As chieftain, you’ll need to be familiar with our customs, our traditions, our history, all of which are very extensive. They go back centuries…”

Adam chewed his tongue, mulling over Druma’s words. Today was a swell victory, a challenge overcome… but many more still awaited him. He’d rest easy when Jen’s family was safe and secure, not before.

“Right. There’s no point in wasting any more time then.” He said to the gathered G’Kalis women.

For the most part, they seemed to appreciate his show of resolve. Jen in particular, though he knew she required little excuse to show affection. Her hand rubbing circles over his back was more than welcome. It was Druma that was the odd one out, looking bemused.

“Oh.” She said, suddenly the mousy she-orc again. “You mean to get started this instant?”

Adam shrugged and smiled. “Might as well.”

Hera gave an approving nod but said nothing else. Akari gave a small laugh.

“He’s nothing if not eager, this one.” She said.

Jen drew even closer, sliding her arms over his shoulders to embrace him from behind. Adam couldn’t deny the rising vigor he felt at her touch… and so too could he feel his she-orc’s pride for him through her roaming hands.

Druma’s eyes danced between the lot of them, finally settling on Adam again. Her eyes were big and wide, stunned. But in the end, she nodded, accepting.

“Alright then. If… if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to our archives…” 

The Clan Historian began walking backwards, heading towards the second house that stood upon G’Kalis ranch. Adam followed with Jen in tow.

As they left, Hera called out to them.

“Be careful with the scrolls.” She urged, steel in her voice. “Some of them might look like ragged junk, but they’re all priceless.”

“We will treat them delicately, Clan Mother.” Jen assured her. Then her lips were at Adam’s ear, whispering. “Though I can’t promise the same treatment for you, lover.”

Adam said nothing. He was a man of action, after all. Jen, the green vixen, would receive his answer come nightfall.

-  -  -

The G’Kalis archives turned out to be a small library, a study converted from one of the bedrooms of the guest house. Three large bookshelves were lined with old tomes and journals, with the odd scroll stuck here and there. Even more scrolls were tucked away in heavy wooden chests pushed away to the corners.

At the center of it all was a dark oak desk, carved about the legs in the jagged, orcish style. It was not too dissimilar from the carved desks he’d seen in the offices back at university, Adam noted.

Druma was moving about, filling the surface of the desk with paper, parchment, and bound leather books. More and more piled on as she made the trip from shelf to desk. More and more and more. Each time, she’d hug her cargo to her chest, gliding slowly on careful feet. Then she’d set them down gingerly, like one would a newborn babe.

Cute.

“Need any help with those?” Adam spoke up. Druma had directed him and Jen to sit and relax, but he chose to remain standing. Just in case his assistance was ever needed.

Druma returned with another armful of scrolls. She smiled at him as she set them down.

“That’s very kind to offer, but not thank you.”

Adam chewed his tongue. He swayed slowly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Right. I’m not the chieftain yet. Can’t have me handling sensitive documents.” He surmised.

Druma had reached one of the bookshelves again, but his words had drawn her attention. She glanced his way, her brow furrowed.

“It’s not that. Not entirely, anyway.” She explained. “I’m the Clan Historian. It’s my responsibility to handle the scrolls and the texts.”

“Her job is very important to her.” Jen added plainly.

“Just as yours is to yourself, Clan Sister.” Druma shot Jen a pointed look. It was the hardest Adam had yet to see her eyes. Not angry, but annoyed.

Jen gave a small laugh. She turned towards Adam, smirking.

“It’s very cute.” She told him.

Adam didn’t disagree. Even as he heard Druma giving a faint huff, he shared his lover’s smile. But the humor faded as he began to regard the pile of paper and parchment on the desk. The same pile that was growing and growing still.

Druma hadn’t been exaggerating when she told him this trial would be time consuming. Adam would have his work cut out for him.

Then the Clan Historian set down another stack of books with a heavy sigh. This time she didn’t immediately turn away to head back to the shelves. This time it seemed she was done.

Druma then took note of Adam and Jen’s eyes on her. Her bashful demeanor returned somewhat, her shoulders slumping slightly as she stepped back. She gave a small gesture with her hands, as if presenting the stacks on the desk to her audience of two.

“Um… This is just the start, of course… we obviously won’t go through all of it today.” Druma shifted on her feet, rubbing her arm. She seemed… embarrassed. “I’ve been trying to convince Hera and Akari to go digital… transcribing all this to some computer documents… but they didn’t go for it.”

“It’s good to maintain tradition. But I can see the need for convenience.” He said. “In any case… where do we begin?”

Adam moved up to the desk, taking in just how much history G’Kalis had. And so remarkably well-preserved, as well… he had to admire that sort of dedication.

Druma looked up. She saw Adam’s interest and that in turn visibly fueled her own. She too moved towards the desk, standing opposite of the chieftain prospect. She pursed her lips, pondering. Next she reached out, gently drawing a roll of parchment sheets from the stack.

“I suppose we should start with teaching you the laws of G’Kalis. A chieftain should know what clan members can and can’t do…”

“And from there you can move on to ceremonial rites, annual traditions, spiritual days, historical records…” Jen put in.

Again, Druma shot her Clan Sister a look. This time, though, there was some mirth between them.

“Jen, this is my domain.”

“I’m only making suggestions.” Adam saw his lover hold up her hands in mock surrender.

Druma held her gaze on Jenakka for a moment longer before letting out a soft snort. She shook her head.

“Right. Laws first then.”

The Clan Historian carefully slid off the band holding the sheets in place and unfurled them. She took a moment to read the old words before clearing her throat.

“The first law is obvious.” Druma began. Adam listened, finally taking a seat. “G’Kalis should never draw blood from G’Kalis. No killing clan members. Though I don’t think we need to worry about that from you, Adam…”

-  -  -

It was a long session of listening and learning. A dozen commandments laid the foundation of G’Kalis and beyond that even more rules and guiding principles. 

Adam was never going to learn it all on the first day, both Druma and Jen admitted. But for his first day as student, the youngest Casterman had done well enough. His good habits from school and university had translated quite well to this new classroom of orcish history.

Now it was past sundown. And neither he nor Jen had any interest in rest.

His she-orc made short work of his clothes - and her own. It took little effort on her part to pull him into her bed.

Her hands were upon him, seeking the warmth of his skin. He was the same, his blood still up from winning the duel against Sayla. He kissed at her throat, peppering kisses along the bare skin, along her collarbone, along the upper slopes of her breasts. Great green mounds, soft and sweet to the touch. His mouth sought out a nipple, lips enclosing around the hardened peak. He sucked. She moaned. Her fingers threaded through his hair.

“Today… was a good start…” Jen sighed, wrapping one leg around his. “One trial completed… and another already… already in progress. Gods. You work fast, Lord Casterman.”

She giggled softly, pulling him down so they were pressed flush together. Her body was so warm, so firm yet so soft, so smooth. Adam’s cock was rock hard and swelling, his balls tight. His whole being ached for more of Jen.

Despite the urges, Adam found himself yet able for speech.

“Heh.” He huffed, grinding himself against Jen. “Lord Casterman is my father. And after him it’ll be my brother, Royce.”

He kissed at the nipple he’d been sucking, his fingers still playing at Jen’s pliant flesh. His she-orc was moaning again, high in pitch and sweet with unabashed need.

“Chieftain Casterman, then.” Jen managed to say, writhing against him in turn. Her voice dropped lower, a sensual pur. “Sounds better, no?”

“When I earn it.” Adam answered.

Jen liked his answer. From the way she sighed, the way her body shifted against his. Her touch at his neck, at his back. Her love was clear.

Adam could feel the heat between Jen’s legs. He could feel how soaked and ready she was. His cock twitched again, eager to claim its sweet prize. The sweetest a man could ever know.

“I made the right choice, picking you.” She said softly. Adam drew back slightly to find her smiling. “I really did. I know I said it before, but I can’t say it enough.”

The youngest Casterman blood was frothing by that point. He’d never met a woman before who could so easily make him feel like the King of all Mankind.

“I’ll make every effort…” He breathed, catching her lips in a kiss. “...to live up to what you think of me. I swear.”

Jen giggled again, wrapping her arms around his neck. She drew him in for another kiss, this one even longer. Her tongue slipped into his mouth to duel. He met the challenge with zeal.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Jen told him once they broke apart. “Starting tonight. How much effort will you show me tonight?”

“As much as you need of me.”

That earned him another bout of laughter, rich and musical. His cock twitched between them, already leaking. He was so hard, his body so hot, the ache was near unbearable. But the love in Jen’s eyes made it worth it.

“I’ll go easy on you.” She teased. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, she had them both flipped. Now Adam was on his back and his she-orc was straddling his waist. His cock jerked again, the length of his tool bumping against the firm swell of her buttocks. Jen planted her hands on his chest, keeping him pinned. She wiggled her bottom into his groin. “You’ll need your strength for tomorrow. There are other trials to prepare for. You’ll have training. Preparation. Very draining stuff.”

Adam’s hands found the curve of Jen’s hips. He cracked a daring smile.

“Sounds like fun.”

Jen’s eyes came alight. Desire. Hunger. A craving that could no longer be denied. 

The she-orc lifted herself slightly. She reached down to keep Adam’s cock steady.

Then, with a smirk of her own, she sank down.

By the end, Jen’s words had proven true.

Draining, indeed.