Pervikar

by John Evans

  Pervigar's cock was soon coated with the cum he had sprayed over Karina's breasts. She grasped the slick, shiny cock and brought it right up between her tits. Squeezing her breasts together, Karina trapped his cock between her twin mountains of flesh. She then bobbed up and down, sliding Pervigar's cock easily between her cum-lubricated breasts. His cock oozed pre-cum, sliding down to Karina's tits to moisten them even more. She painfully pressed her tits together, trying to put as much pressure on Pervigar's prick as possible. Soon he arched his hips off the ground and spurted his first shot of jism four feet into the air.

  “Oh, Gods! It’s just like a volcano!” a stunned Karina thought as she watched his cock spurt hot cum, plastering her face and hair and spewing down his shaft to pool on her breasts.

  Pervigar crashed his hips to the ground, pulling his cock out of the warm cocoon of her breasts. Karina, her upper torso covered and dripping with cum, scooped the sperm off her breasts and chest and slurped it down her throat. After wiping the cum off her face and licking her fingers clean, she leaned down and licked the cum off Pervigar's cock and every place that it had splattered on his body.

  (True ogress. I name you Karinagar,) murmured Pervigar.

  (Sleep,) Karina replied over her shoulder while heading to the pool to clean up.

  She awoke the next morning without any pain. Looking at her body, she noticed that her bruises had almost faded away and she felt revitalized. As they continued their march northwest, Karina soon found that her strength and constitution had increased. She and Pervigar still fucked but now it was three or four times each night instead of two. Karina never sucked Pervigar off again but she did discover his favorite position was doggie-style where he had control of ramming his big ogre dick into her wet, waiting pussy.

  One night, Karina woke up feeling queasy and had to race over to a group of bushes to throw up. Pervigar watched her and when they made camp that evening, he told her to sleep instead of making love. She was sick again the next morning. Pervigar quickly packed and then led them west at an accelerated pace. By mid-afternoon, Karina's strength failed and she flopped down too tired to move. Pervigar walked back, picked her up in his arms and began to carry her.

  (Why are we hurrying?) Karina asked, bewildered.

  (We are close. Dangerous area,) was the reply.

  Karina was amazed when they did not stop for the night. Pervigar continued to carry her at a fast pace and sometime during the night, she fell asleep. Karina awoke with a start when he stopped. She looked around and saw that it was almost dawn. They had stopped in the middle of the woods and before them, through the morning mist, was a log house. The house was well-built with smoke coming out of the stone chimney. Pervigar set Karina down and stepped away from her.

  (Tenan!) bellowed Pervigar, the sound reverberating through the trees startling several birds to flight.

  (Hello, Gar,) came a voice from behind them.

  Karina spun around as Pervigar looked slowly over his shoulder. Standing behind them was a man, about 5 foot, 11 inches tall, in his early thirties. He was dressed in buckskins and wore a greenish-gray cloak. A long sword and dagger were belted at his waist. He threw back the hood of his cloak to reveal a strong face and short brown hair.

  (Long time, Gar,) he said.

  (Long time. Will you become Shappa to this woman?) asked Pervigar.

  The man's head snapped to stare at Karina with an unreadable expression, and just as quick snapped back to look at Pervigar. (Why?) he asked.

  (Dangerous.)

  The man hesitated. (Then, yes.)

  Karina stood bewildered but, before she could speak, Pervigar extended his left arm towards the man. The stranger took a step forward, unsheathed his dagger and cut a deep six inch long slice in Pervigar's forearm. As Pervigar howled, Karina ran forward unthinkingly and hit the stranger in the face with her fist as hard as she could. Surprised, the man fell backwards onto the ground, shaking his head from the blow. Karina was ready to advance on him when Pervigar put a restraining hand on her shoulder.

  (Are you sure you want to give her up?) asked the man of Pervigar, gingerly moving his jaw to make sure it was not broken.

  (Yes. Too dangerous,) was the reply.

  Pervigar turned around Karina and said, (You must stay. I must go,) and with that, Pervigar strode off into the forest, tossing a small bag to the ground as he left.

  “What’s your name, girl?” Karina heard beside her.

  Karina started and spun around. The man had gotten up and was standing a few feet away from her. “Stay back and tell me what’s going on,” she hissed.

  The man looked at her balled fists, smiled,and pulled out his sword and dagger. He then laid them on the ground and stepped back about ten feet before sitting down on the ground. “Sit and relax. I won’t harm you. One punch from you is all I need. My name is Tenan. I’m a ranger responsible for the safety of people in these woods. I think Gar brought you here for protection,” he told her.

  “Gar?”

  “The ogre,” Tenan said. “It’s not his true name but ogres rarely tell anyone their true name. Gar said that it was too dangerous, either for you or for him, probably both, to be traveling together. He was your Shappa and he wanted me to become your Shappa.”

  “Then why did you cut him with the knife?” Karina asked. “Couldn’t you have just let me stay or did you have to go out of your way to attack him?”

  Tenan sighed, “The word 'Shappa' has many meanings in ogre. Protector. Defender. Mate. And it’s not a title given up easily. If an ogre wants to become a Shappa to an ogress who has a Shappa, the two ogres fight for the right. The victor becomes the Shappa. The more ferocious the battle, the more honor the winner has. Gar had to give you up but he couldn’t meekly hand you over to me. He will now have a scar on his arm to show for the battle. Plus when you hit me, you showed Gar that you wanted him above me. He’ll be able to build another tribe just on that fact alone.”

  “Tell me what you know about Gar,” Karina asked, sitting down warily.

  “He's the chieftain of his tribe,” said Tenan. “Unfortunately, his tribe consists of one ogre, himself. About four years ago, when Gar was about to come of age, his tribe was surprised by a large goblin raiding party. Everyone in the tribe was killed except for Gar, who was knocked senseless by a large rock. I had heard of the battle and went to investigate. The goblins had tied Gar to a tree to torture him later, after they had tended to their wounded. I sneaked down, convinced Gar not to attack the goblins single-handed and cut him free. The two of us have had a truce since then. Now, girl... what is your name? I can’t keep calling you girl.”

  “Karina Devon.”

  “Lovely name,” he said, to which she gave a shy smile in reply. “Now, Karina, tell me your story and how you came to be here with Gar.”

  She told Tenan her story of working on the farm and being captured by the goblins. He interrupted her several times, asking about dates and times, the weapons the goblins were carrying, insignia on their armor and other details. Karina showed him the goblin dagger Pervigar gave her the first day they met. Tenan studied it intently before giving it back and allowing her to continue with her story. She then reached the day when Pervigar told her that her irata was here.

  “I still don’t know what he meant by (irata),” she said. Remembering what happened afterwards, Karina blushed furiously. “He killed a deer and then we continued on until we arrived here,” she ended lamely. Tenan stared at Karina intently, making her blush even more.

  “There are no secrets between Shappa and Shapparee,” he told her. “I am your protector and I need to know what happened. Not every little detail, but I do need to know. Come! Let’s eat while you compose yourself.”

  Karina found herself to be ravenous as she followed Tenan over to a wood table and benches set outside his house. Tenan went inside and soon came out with a platter loaded with meat, bread and cheese. From an earthenware jug, he poured Karina a mug of milk. They both ate in
silence until their appetite was satisfied.

  “Karina, I’m not trying to embarrass you,” said Tenan, leaning back. “Gar hates goblins passionately. He saw you as a prize of the goblins and therefore worth taking away from them. When he said, ‘Your irata was here’ he meant you were going into heat. Ogresses go into heat once and sometimes, very rarely, twice a year and only for a short time. This is why the ogre population has always been low. When an ogress goes into heat, the strongest, most capable male available becomes her Shappa and is responsible for impregnating her. After she is pregnant, the Shappa is responsible for her and the baby’s protection. I saw Gar carry you through half the night to get here. I know he was your Shappa and that he brought you here because he could not protect you anymore. Will you tell me what happened?”

  Tenan's words cut right to the quick for Karina and tears started to fall down her cheeks as she felt her resolve fail. Sniffing back the tears, Karina told Tenan everything, only glossing over the intimate details of her and Pervigar's lovemaking.

  “You were sick two mornings in a row?” Tenan asked when she was finished.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Karina, I think you are pregnant. That’s why Gar was in a rush to get you here. You are going to have a half-human, half-ogre baby. We need to find a place where you will be safe.” Tenan stood and walked around to her side of the table. “If you wish, I'll be your protector. Will you take me as a Shappa?”

  Karina, unthinkingly, reached over and lightly laid her hand on his crotch. Tenan straightened like a lightning bolt had hit him. He took two steps backwards, caught his heel on the bench leg, flew head over heels and landed flat on his back in the dust.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, looking at Karina bewildered.

  Karina stared at Tenan and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. She held her sides, tears streamed down her face and she laughed so hard she almost fell off the bench. Tenan, not understanding, stared at her. After several moments, Karina finally managed to get control of herself. Still giggling, she got up, walked over to where he was laying and knelt down beside him.

  “I’m sorry. Cultural differences,” she said smiling. Karina then told him of the ritual of accepting a Shappa.

  “I... I’m sorry. I... I didn’t know,” stammered Tenan.

  “Don't be sorry. This helped relieve a lot of tension I had been holding inside,” said Karina. She slowly reached out and lightly laid her hand on his crotch. “I accept you as my Shappa. Now say your name.”

  “Tenan?”

  “Now what?” asked Karina, standing up.

  Tenan shook the cobwebs out of his head, stood and guided her back to the bench. “I guess we had better see what dowry Gar left you,” he said, opening the small leather pouch that Pervigar had left behind. Tenan emptied the contents into his hand and out poured a diamond, two rubies and a sapphire.

  “Well now,” he said, looking at each stone. “With the rubies and the sapphire, we can buy you a nice farm and reliable help outside the village of Dosser.”

  “Why can't I just stay here?” asked Karina.

  Tenan did not reply. He leaned back and closed the heavy shutters on the window. Karina saw that the shutters were severely gouged and had what appeared to be claw marks scratched across the surface.

  “Just as you could not stay with Gar because it was too dangerous, it is much more dangerous for you to stay here. Old Man Koska is getting too old to keep up with his farm and he doesn't have any children. He lives about fifteen miles outside of Dosser so it is pretty remote. With some reliable men I know, it would be a good place to live. I'll be around to make sure you are protected, but the decision is yours.”

  "Where are we?"

  "This is the Kingdom of the Overlord. I'm guessing that you came from the Kingdom of Sarka, a long distance to the southwest. The Capitol is to the east of us by the ocean and Dosser is about thirty miles north of that. I can, if you like, return you to Sarka."

  Karina thought about it and then said, “Let's go see Old Man Koska.”

  They bought the farm and hired Rolph, a tall, thin man who rarely talked, and Dagmar, who was short and heavy-set with a dry wit. Karina insisted on telling them that she was pregnant with a half-ogre baby. Both men looked at Tenan for confirmation and he nodded his head.

  “I'll stick around for the fun,” said Dagmar dryly. “It should be real exciting watching him grow up.”

  * * * * *

  Karina shook her head, chasing the daydreams away. She arose, put the baby in the crib and sat in the rocking chair to look out the window over the farm. Tenan arrived later that night.

  “I spoke with the elders, who decided to call a town meeting. I hate bureaucrats and I loathe town meetings,” he stated. “I told them about your abduction by goblins and your rescue by Gar. I'm afraid I enhanced Gar's reputation. He's about twelve feet tall, over six hundred pounds with the meanest disposition that any creature ever had. Anyway, the village needs the products of your farm and one or two people even spoke up for you. That and the fact that if you left, I would also have to leave to see to your protection, seemed to cool down the demon hunters among them. Karina, when you are able to, you are going to have to go to town with the baby. You're going to have to show him off and pretend to be proud of him.”

  "I don't have to pretend!” interrupted Karina hotly. "I am proud of him."

  “I know you are, just by the work you have put into this place to make a home for him. But you are going to have to steel yourself until they get used to him. Get ready for the revulsion in their eyes, the snide comments, insults and even one or two threats. You are going to have to take him to town each week. You know most of the villagers are the salt of the earth. They'll withhold judgment until a person proves themselves, but there will be a few who will try to cause problems.”

  Tenan walked over to the crib and looked at the sleeping baby. “What is his name?” he asked.

  “His true name is Pervikar Devon. We will call him Per,” Karina said.

  Chapter 1: Serving Baron Cedric

  The next eighteen years passed swiftly but not without problems. Karina, Rolph and Dagmar taught Per what they knew: animal husbandry, plants, and medicine. Tenan taught Per woodcraft and how to speak in ogre, troll, and orc. Per grew like a weed and by the time he was eight years old, he was almost five feet tall. It was around this time that during one of his trips to the village, two fifteen year old bullies decided to pick a fight with him. Luckily for Per, several of the villagers saw them start the fight as he sent one boy home with a broken nose and the other with two cracked ribs.

  After the fight, Tenan started teaching Per about combat. He taught him how to fight with sword and dagger, and how to shoot a crossbow. Dagmar saw them practicing and taught Per how to fight with a halberd. At age thirteen, Per was the same height as Tenan. The boy had developed a wanderlust and often took long trips around the neighboring countryside. Karina, overriding the objections from the men, tore down the old farmhouse and built a new one with ten foot high ceilings and eight foot tall doors. The men stopped complaining when Per topped out at seven-foot six-inches and about 375 pounds on his eighteenth birthday.

  Of course, Per was under no illusion of who he was. Any mirror showed him the dark yellowish tinged skin, the green hair and violet eyes. His face was broad with a large, flat nose and sort of triangular ears. When he added in the oversized incisors that jutted up from his lower jaw, the best description Per could come up with for his looks was ‘unique’.

  His home town of Dosser was large and formed of half-timbered houses and shops. It had been built next to a river about five miles inland from the ocean. While the town's location was perfect for river traffic to the ocean, trade, and farming, it wasn't on the most defensible terrain. A decision had been made to build the castle a couple of miles away on a hilltop overlooking the surrounding countryside. Trade had made the barony wealthy and the castle had been through several r
enovation until it was a huge bastion.

  The old baron, who controlled Dosser and the surrounding countryside, had died when Per was eleven and his son, Cedric, took over the barony. Cedric was vain and impulsive, but shrewd enough to realize that he had to make money to spend money. He had found an old law that required all the people in the barony to serve him for one year upon reaching the age of eighteen. The law had been enacted when the land was first being settled to give the baron a much needed work force. The practice had fallen into disuse, but Cedric could see the possibilities of having workers that he did not have to pay, only to feed and house. He reinstituted the law, and used the workers in his fields and castle for his own profits.

  The day after his eighteenth birthday, Per packed his clothes and went to serve Baron Cedric. Cedric, awed and scared of Per's size, almost dismissed him on the spot. But, sensing his potential, Cedric changed his mind and sent Per to work in the fields. Because of his ogre ancestry, Per could perform feats of strength that would normally take two or three men to do. He was assigned most of the hard, strong-arm work both in the fields and around the castle. He did it all quietly, counting the days until his servitude ended. Cedric was delighted at the work Per did. He would tell his friends that he may have to feed Per twice as much as any other man but he got five times the work out of him.

  One day, with only about two months remaining on his year, Per was told to report to Cedric in his audience chamber. He went to the room, only to find it empty. Light streamed into the chamber from two large windows, illuminating the tapestries on the walls. A gallery leading to the north wing of the castle looked down on the room. In the center of the room stood a huge circular oak table with a porcelain vase resting upon it. Per walked around the room looking at the tapestries as he waited for Cedric. Suddenly, his foot pushed down on a tile in the floor. Before he could move, Per saw the vase topple over and crash to the floor, breaking into hundreds of pieces.