Hi everyone, Sorry for the long hiatus. I wrote this not too long after publishing An Orc's tale but I got really self-conscious about my writing. I went back recently and polished it up and I'm hoping to keep this series going. I also have some other separate stories I'll drop once I feel comfortable. Enjoy!
A Deserter's Tale
Tiran tosses a stone across the surface of the lake. The rock skips leaving ripples through the crystalline reflection. It had felt like an eternity since his encounter with that orc but it had been merely a week. All he had to keep him company was his thoughts. Ever since the orc was taken away, Liara had kept her distance and doubled down on her scouting duties. She had wanted to help but Tiran knew breaking an orc out of captivity was a fast way to a beheading if they were caught.
"She must think I'm a coward," he thought to himself.
The only thing that troubled the guard more than Liara's silence was The Orc's. He could have pointed the finger at any point and given him and the elf up for a chance at survival but he hadn't. He just sat there in his tattered rags waiting for certain death. Why? What was he hoping to accomplish? They shared one night. One...incredible night. There was no loyalty to be had. It was just pleasure, wasn't it?
The questions hung heavy in his head. The weight of this war, the senseless death and destruction the king brought to the land hung even heavier in his heart.
"How had things gone so wrong?" He wondered.
A nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him it wasn't too late. There was still a chance to make something right. Tiran knew his conscience would be his end if he let it get the better of him, but he wasn't sure he could live with himself if he let the orc become another casualty. The guard rises to his feet, takes a deep breath and exhales his decision.
"Fuck it."
The camp had fallen silent with slumber by the time Tiran returned. The caged wagon holding the orc was on the opposite side and If luck was on his side only one guard should be posted. He snuck past the tents, careful not to make a sound. Once he nears the cage he's caught off guard by the growing sound of ...snoring. The guard assigned to the cage was fast asleep. He couldn't believe it, this rescue might end up being easier than stealing candy from a baby.
Creeping up to the cage and peering inside Tiran spots The Orc propped up against the opposite end, his head hanging low as he slumbered. He deftly undoes the latch and carefully opens the door before climbing inside.
The closer Tiran gets the more he rethinks his rescue, The Orc's body was massive. If he had any hard feelings about his capture he'd have no trouble shredding him to pieces. Yet...something else even deeper inside told him this orc was not his enemy. Either way, he was in too deep to stop now. Hesitantly, Tiran reaches out his hand to rouse him from his sleep. Before he can touch him A large hand grips his forearm, causing him to gasp. The orc's head snaps up and their eyes meet. Tiran quickly brings his finger to his own lips signaling for the orc to keep quiet.
He points to himself, then The Orc and finally to the door hoping his intentions were coming across. The Orc seemed to be debating if he was worth trusting. Moments of deliberation pass like eons until at last, He nods and carefully gets up. Tiran sighs in quiet relief as he leads him towards the exit.
Tiran exits and circles around the passed out guard. The orc struggles to quietly squeeze out of the door, his weight shifts as he slowly lowers himself to the ground. He finally breaks free when the wagon shifts back into place letting out a short but loud-
KREEAAK!
Tiran and The Orc freeze, watching as the cage guard lets out a loud snort and sits up from his sleep. Wiping his eyes, he looks up to find himself face to face with an eight foot tall orc. He rises, mouth caught halfway between a gasp and a stutter. Thinking fast Tiran grabs his helmet from the ground and smacks him in the back of the head making him crumple to the ground like a sack of stones.
They both look around, praying their commotion didn't wake anyone else. The only sounds were that of the forest and the resumed snoring of the guard.
Tiran turns to The Orc, whispering, "Let's make for the trees and quietly this time!"
They take another path and soon disappear in the woods. The men race through the trees to grow the distance between them and the army, stopping now and then to listen for the sounds of angry soldiers. Eventually, they find themselves at the bank of the lake where they met.
"I think we're clear for now. Only scout out tonight is Liara and I don't think she'd-" Tiran's words are cut off by the sight of the orc immediately stripping off his clothes and diving into the water.
"You're Welcome" Tiran says quietly as The Orc swims laps around the lake.
He couldn't help but stare at the his form as it glides just under the surface, watching it break as he rises from the water, His pale green flesh glistening in the moonlight. Tiran's gaze follows the water cascading down the orc's body, little streams dripping from his hairy chest down to the dark green tip of his cock.
He shakes his head, "Snap out of it! You're in deep shit, stop thinking with your dick!" He thinks to himself.
"Sorry, I never got to finish that bath last week and that cage was filthy". The Orc says.
He bends over and swirls his clothes through the water to wash them. Once again Tiran's eyes wander to the orcs ass. The round green globes sit firm with A darker sack hanging below them. The Orc stands tall before ringing his clothes out.
"I...um...I have a spot where you can dry those out" Tiran says. "Follow me."
He leads The Orc back into the trees, stopping at a large hollowed out stump. He reaches into it and pulls out a small sack and steps into a clearing. A small stack of firewood sits near the center. Tiran Stoops down and begins to set up a fire. The Orc sits down on a fallen tree and watches Tiran as he works.
"I'm sure you have a few questions for me orc," Tiran says.
