by John Evans
"Thank you," said Tenan. "Your mother and I are married for real now. Gar performed the ceremony while we were at the pool. To Gar, you were a pupil and a witness. It was his way of teaching you the ceremony. Ahhspah is the ogre god of fertility. The chant Gar was saying was part of the ceremony to Ahhspah."
"Will Gar be back?"
"I don't think so. He acknowledged you as a man. To him, you now live or die by your own strength. If you live, you are strong enough to survive. If you die, you don't deserve to live because you are too weak. C'mon, we need to get to bed. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."
Then went upstairs, but, as Tenan was about to enter his bedroom, Per stopped him. "Father, you're married now. That way," he said, pointing down the hall to Karina's door.
"She'll be asleep."
"Go."
Tenan walked down the hallway and knocked on Karina's door. After a few moments, Karina opened the door wearing a sheer nightgown. Seeing Tenan, she smiled radiantly and led him inside her room. Per went to his room as Tenan closed the door. Per fell asleep to the sound of muffled moans.
Early the next morning, everyone met for breakfast. Per had never seen his mother look lovelier as he prepared to leave.
"Per, I had Rolph and Dagmar pack one of the mules," she told him. "You'll need him to carry your equipment. I had them pack your crossbow, tent, blankets, cooking utensils and a few other things.
"Rolph and Dagmar are to take over the farm. They are to pay me twenty percent of the profits and keep everything in order. "
Per leaned down and hugged his mother. "You take care of yourself and Tenan," he said. "Queen Shara may still try to hurt you to get to me."
"Don't worry," said Tenan. "Once the Overlord hears that an ogre killed an assassin to protect us and that we are married, he'll curb the Queen's homicidal tendencies. Especially if I imply that a large group of ogres may move into the kingdom to protect Karina. Nobody wants that."
Per smiled and clasped Tenan's hand. He bid goodbye to Rolph and Dagmar and went outside with Karina and Tenan.
"I thought I'd head east," he told them. "I'll try to get word to you to let you know how I am."
"Take care of yourself," said Karina, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Mother, cheer up," said per, unhitching the mule. "I'll be back before you know it and with all the riches of the world. You and Tenan need time alone without me looming around."
Per started off towards the rising sun. At the forest edge, he turned around and waved to Karina and Tenan. Turning back, Per entered the forest with one word on his mind: adventure!
Chapter 5: Dorthea
Per stayed away from friends and neighbors as he traveled, afraid that they would inadvertently give away his location. After traveling several days, he reached the boundary of the kingdom to the east and the start of the wilderness. As he topped a rise, he looked down on a run-down farm. He could see that the farm needed a lot of work. The spreader dam at the stream had gaps in it. Fences had broken apart and had been hastily repaired. One shutter on the house was halfway off the hinges. Vegetables only grew in a quarter of the plot that had been laid out for them. Smoke billowed not only out of the top of the chimney, but also out of the large cracks in the chimney.
"Hello, is anyone here?" shouted Per.
A young woman of about twenty-five came to the front door. Her long brown hair was pulled back and she wore a one-piece smock, tiedaround her waist with a piece of rope. Her face was pretty, but Per could see dark circles under her eyes. "What can I do for you?" she asked, tiredly.
"I was wondering if I could spend the night," said Per. "I'll work for my stay."
"You can sleep in the hayloft," she said, listlessly. "What type of creature are you?"
"I'm not a creature. I'm a half-ogre."
"…(sigh)…whatever."
Per went to the barn and unpacked his mule. He put away his weapons and armor, and walked out to the woodpile. Half-cut logs lay everywhere and when Per tested the edge of the ax, he found it was dull and rusted. He methodically sharpening the ax and proceeded to cut and split the logs. Once he had stacked a large pile of wood and started work on the fences.
The woman looked out of the door a couple of times to watch him work and after a while she brought out a pitcher of water. Per saw that she had brushed out her smock and had tightened it across her bust. Her face was more animated than the lifeless mask he had seen before. Hot and sweaty, he drank down the water nosily.
"Dinner will be ready shortly," the woman told Per. "I'm afraid it's not much."
"My saddlebags have extra food," said Per. "Take what you need. By the way, my name is Per."
"I'm Dorthea. I'll call you when dinner is ready," she said, heading towards the barn.
Per finished repairing the fence as the sun started to set and went to the nearby stream to wash off. At the stream, he heard Dorthea yell that it was dinnertime. He quickly dried off and lumbered back to the house.
As Per entered the two-room house, he noticed that the main room had a fresh scrubbed feeling to it. The table was laid out with dishes and Dorthea had changed out of her smock into a blue dress.
"Please, sit down," she said, brightly.
They ate dinner together in silence. Afterwards, Per helped Dorthea clean the dishes. He then started out the door to go to the barn.
"Per, wait," said Dorthea. "I want to thank you for what you did today. I haven't been able to keep up with all the work and you have helped a lot."
"How long have you been here?" asked Per, sitting down.
"My husband and I came here two years ago. He disappeared a year ago. I been working the farm alone since then."
"I'm sorry," said Per, earnestly. "Look, I'll stay another day or two to help you out."
"Thank you," said Dorthea, touching his arm. "Please take the bed to sleep in tonight. I can make myself a bunk out here."
Per looked in the other room. There was a wood dresser, a double bed and a small throw rug covered the floor.
"I'm afraid the bed is too short for me," he told her. "You sleep in the bed and I'll sleep in the hayloft. I'll be more comfortable there."
Out in the barn, Per threw a tarp over a pile of hay to make a bed for himself. He stared at the rafters of the barn for awhile, thinking about Dorthea, her situation, and his mother's farm. Suddenly, heheard a scrapping noise below him. Per rolled over and looked down from the edge of the hayloft. He was startled to see Dorthea climbing the ladder up to him. Per, who was naked, quickly sat back down and wrapped his blanket around his waist just as Dorthea's head rose above the edge of the loft floor.
"Dorthea, what...?"
"Shhh," she said as she removed her nightgown, knelt, and slowly pulled his blanket off him.
Dorthea's sharp intake of air spoke of her astonishment as she exposed Per's cock. Even flaccid, it was slightly over eight inches long and two inches thick. She stared at it and then hesitantly reached out to touch it. Per's cock stirred to life as she lightly brushed her fingertips across it. It grew and grew until it eventually reached its full length. Dorthea, still staring open-mouthed, gripped it with both hands and began to stroke.
Not to be outdone, Per began to caress Dorthea, stroking her arms and face before moving down to fondle her breasts. Her tits were about average and his hands dwarfed them. Rubbing her nipples with his fingers caused Dorthea to sigh happily. Her nipples hardened and her breath became heavier. Per leaned over to suckle on one breast. Dorthea released his cock to cradle his head and run her fingers through his green hair.
"Oh, it's been so long," murmurred Dorthea to herself. "Ah!"
Per kept a hand fondling one breast while he licked and sucked the other. His free hand glided over Dorthea's stomach and then down between her legs to the crinkly hair there. Dorthea gasped and instinctively spread her legs apart. He parted her pussy lips, causing Dorthea to stiffen as his large fingers came into contact with her clitoris. She hugged his head tighter to her b
reast and kissed his hair as his fingers gently caressed her clit. As her pussy became wet and slick, Per's fingers probed deeper into the folds.
Dorthea clung to Per's shoulders and closed her eyes. Her breathing became labored and she ground her pussy down onto his fingers. Per inserted a second finger into her and stroked them slowly in and out of her cunt. Dorthea moaned and bit her lower lip as she humped herself faster on his fingers. Suddenly, with a sharp intake of air, Dorthea's eyes flew open and she trembled violently. Per felt her juices gush as she climaxed.
He pushed the shaking Dorthea gently onto her back then moved down between her open legs. Per's head dipped to lap at the warm juices of her pussy. Dorthea grabbed his head as a second orgasm overtook her and she creamed more juice to Per's busy tongue. He kept licking at Dorthea's pussy until she could not stand it any longer.
"Now, Per! Now!" she gasped, rolling onto her hands and knees. "Take me now!"
Per moved up behind her and positioned his hard cock at her pussy entrance. Slowly he pushed two inches of his cock into her wet cunt. Unfortunately, in her eagerness, Dorthea pushed backwards, quickly driving an additional six inches up her cunt. Her eyes bulged and the breath whooshed out of her. She gasped heavily as the pain crested and then receded.
"Whew!" she gasped at last. "You're even longer than I thought. You felt like you were going to come out of my mouth, but, ohhhh, it feels good having a hard cock in me again."
In reply, Per grasped Dorthea's hips and gently began to fuck her pussy. He was careful to push only half his cock inside before stopping. Even so, Dorthea tensed each time his cock slid into her. Soon, however, Per's gentle motion let Dorthea relax into her passion. Her pussy became wetter and her moans became louder.
Per carefully increased his tempo whilst keeping a firm grip on Dorthea's ass so she would not impale her on his cock again. Her breathing became more and more labored and her hands clutched at the tarp as Per's cock slid in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" panted Dorthea, her mouth dry and gasping for air. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Per felt his tension building and increased his speed. Dorthea dropped her head down as Per's cock flew in and out of her. With a bellow, his cock soon exploded, shooting forth its first wad of hot jism. Dorthea's legs clamped together as his release ignited her own. As Per finished filling her womb with his sticky sperm, he let go of her hips and Dorthea slid down off his cock, her thighs quivering.
"Oh, Gods," she sighed. "It's been so long. I'd forgotten how good it felt. I could die happy right now."
"You can't," replied Per as he felt the fire of lust and desire raged in his groin. "We're not through yet."
Per lowered himself between her legs as Dorthea folded her arms under her head and spread her legs apart. Per arched himself upward on his arms, sliding his cock into her sopping wet pussy. Dorthea sighed as his cock entered her again.
He rocked himself slowly back and forth, fucking the supine Dorthea. Despite his almost overpowering need to cum, Per still took care not to ram all of his cock into her. Dorthea was soon squirming and arching her ass upward to match Per's thrusts. He felt her move under him, his climax building slowly, intensifying the burning sensations in his groin. The fire began to travel through his body and Per fought against the urge to furiously fuck Dorthea to speed his release.
Soon it became too much and Per increased his speed. The fire burned within him and he felt his self-control slipping away. A red haze began to settle over his eyes. Per felt Dorthea stiffen and her pussy clamped tightly to his cock causing an intense pressure to build in his balls. Per bellowed out in blessed relief as his cock finally spurted its release. The red haze flowed away from his eyes with each spurt of his cock.
Per felt that his cock would never stop pulsing out cum. But, finally, he rolled off to one side and laid there gasping. Dorthea, her ass slightly raised, shook and quivered in the throes of her own orgasm, a torrent of their juices dripping from her pussy.
"Oh, Gods," gasped Dorthea again. "That was... that was... incredible! You came so hard that you set... set me off a second time. I thought you'd never stop. How...?"
"I don't know," panted Per. "After I... uh... um... you know, the first time, a fire burns down there and I get this urge to cum again. I've always gotten this urge, but this is the first time I almost lost my control of it."
"What do you mean?" asked Dorthea, looking up.
"It was like I was losing my conscious thought. I felt a haze filming over my eyes and the urge was so powerful, I was almost to the point that I would have done anything to climax."
"Has it ever been this way before?"
"No," said Per. "It's never been this powerful before."
"Did we do anything different that you haven't done before?" asked Dorthea.
"I've never been in that position before."
Dorthea thought it over for a while and then shook her head. "I'm sorry, Per, but I can't begin to understand what is happening to you when you get the urge. Then again, I've never had sex with a half-ogre. Maybe it something special only to you? For now, rest. I'll see you in the morning."
She rose, slipped into her nightgown back on and climbed down the ladder. Per watched her go and before falling into a deep sleep.
* * * * *
Per woke up at daybreak the next morning. Recalling all the problems he had seen at the farm, he realized that Dorthea could not continue to run the place herself. She either had to get help, which was unlikely in this remote place, or leave. Per tried to think of some other option, but nothing came to mind.
He walked over to the house to find Dorthea in the kitchen stirring some batter. She looked up, smiling, as he entered the house.
"Dorthea, I need to talk to you," stated Per.
Her face fell. "What is it?"
Per took a deep breath. "I don't think you can stay here. The farm is too much for you to handle alone and you don't have any help. I want to talk to you about what you can do."
"Per, if you stayed here, we could make this farm work," pleaded Dorthea. "You and me, together. I know you like me, we can make this work."
"I can't stay," said Per. "I have assassins after me."
"Yes, you can stay!" she countered, getting angry. "They'll never find you here."
"Yes, they will," replied Per, resignedly. "Sooner or later, they will find me. I can't stay."
"Then go!" Dorthea yelled. "I'll stay here and run the place."
"Dorthea, the farm is too much for you alone," said Per. "You may be able to eke out a living here, but it won't be much of a life. Just hard work all the time, sunrise to sunset and beyond. You deserve more. Please listen to what I'm saying."
Dorthea just shook her head. Per turned and started towards the door, but stopped when she grabbed his arm. "Per, please stay," she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I can make you happy here. In time, I'll even get used to the size of your cock. Please, let me try."
"I'm sorry. I can't stay," said Per, sadly.
Dorthea flung herself into a chair and broke down crying on the kitchen table. Per left the house and went to the barn where he started repairing a harness. As he was completing the job, Dorthea entered the barn carrying a covered plate and a pitcher.
"I brought you your breakfast," she said as she put the items down and sat on the back of the wagon. "Per, I'm sorry. I've tried to hold onto this place for so long that it is beginning to possess me instead of me owning it. After you left, I went outside and really looked at everything. I hadn't realized how bad things were. I don't know what to do. I don't have any money and I don't know where to go."
"I was thinking that you could go to my mother's farm," said Per between bites of food. "You can work there and take the time to decide what you want to do. You have to promise that you tell no one, but my mother, Rolph, or Dagmar, that you have seen me."
"Why?" asked Dorthea, then she remembered. "The assassins? I thought you made them up t
o get out of here. You weren't... you were telling the truth."
"Yes, I was. My mother's farm is several days from here. C'mon, we have packing to do."
Per and Dorthea spent the rest of the day packing her belongings onto the wagon. By late afternoon, most of them had been loaded and Dorthea went back into the house for a final load. Picking up a carpetbag, she began putting her husband's clothes inside. She stopped every now and then as a particular piece brought back a flood of memories. Still reminiscing, she finished packing and walked outside, straight into the side of a horse. Dorthea gasped, jumped back, and dropped the bag as three mounted men looked down at her.
"What? Who are you?" she gasped.
The three men were dressed in leather armor with long swords belted to their waists. Each carried a shield attached to the pommel of his saddle. Two were about twenty years old and the third older, maybe thirty-five. It was his horse that Dorthea had absently walked into.
"I'm sorry to have startled you," said the man, smoothly. "We are just passing through."
"I'm sorry," said Dorthea. "I didn't hear you ride up. How may I help you?"
"We are looking for a dangerous creature that might have passed by this way," the man told her. "He's seven and a half feet tall with green hair. Have you seen him?"
Dorthea's eyes grew wide and she gasped. "No, I haven't seen anyone like that," she said, quickly recovering.
The man smiled knowingly at her lie. His head then snapped up as Per walked out of the barn. The man's sword whistled out of his scabbard.
"Beorn, the woman," he ordered, never taking his eyes off Per.
Beorn looked over at Dorthea and pulled out his sword. She stumbled backwards towards the door. Beorn cursed, switched his sword to his other hand, and pulled two darts out of his belt. Dorthea slammed the door just as both darts thunked solidly into the wood.
The man sighed heavily. "Apprentices," he explained to Per tiredly. "Beorn, you should have used the darts first since you were not in range for a swing. Go in and get her."
"Yes, Nico," answered Beorn.