Malkavian Madness Network
New World of Darkness => World of Darkness => Ye Olde Fantasia => Topic started by: MrParaduo on December 08, 2021, 06:45:39 PM
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In the burgeoning town of Prospero, one thing was on everyone's mind: esoterica. The Bizarre Bazaar was a yearly festival in which merchants, artists, and collectors alike gathered to craft, sell, barter and trade the strangest wares imaginable. Sometimes they would be worthless junk, but other times one could find themselves with a rare antique or - to the right buyer - a treasure worth a small fortune! All in memory of when the town first began as a crossroads for caravans traveling home from distant lands.
But the festival was still a day away, and for Halsing, he had a class to teach.
[Alright, it's noon. Describe yourself. The classroom is either at your home, or a small school house. You have -- *rollz* -- 3 students in attendance, with 6 being either absent or late.]
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"Allright, settle down." Said the middle-aged orc professor, his deep voice incapable of hiding his disappointment at the lack of assisting students. "We're starting the class, maybe the rest of your companions will eventually show up." He muttled to himself.
The orcish teacher was wearing his usual lecture clothes, a long cream coloured robe with blue accents, the official raiment of the academy. A ceremonial attire Halsing seemed to don with great pride despite how impractical it was.
"Today we're starting our lesson on Metamagics. Or like we discussed before the study of..."
The orc grabbed a piece of chalk and started to write the word "Nature" on the board, then next to it a bit far away he wrote the word "Man".
Then he turned around and adressed his students.
"Anybody? What is Metamagic?"
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Of the three humans present, the one with long, braided hair of auburn hue shot a hand up. Evan. He never missed a class, but had a perfectionist mentality that left him frustrated more often than not. In stark contrast was Tobias, nursing his thick brow as he sat slumped over his desk. You wouldn't think him a mage by his stocky build, visible even beneath his uniform. And then there was Leaf, glancing between his classmates after looking up from his notebook and quill.
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Halsing looked at his students, his gaze trailing down the gaps of their tunics instinctively only for his will to force his stare back to the black board.
"Metamagic is the study of...magic itself." He finished. "And the phenomena associated with it." The orc then wrote the word magic between the words Man and Nature.
"Allright, let's start with this: Who can tell me what this is." The orc pulled a small rock out of the sash on his waist and left it on his desk.
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"A rock?" asked Tobias, blinking his eyes awake.
"A power stone!" said Evan. "An elemental geode? A... a soul stone?"
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"Yes, Tobias. Glad you could join us." Said the Orc, tapping onto the rock. "It's just a rock I am afraid. I got it this morning, picked it up from the front of the school."
The orc grabbed the pebble and held it up in front of his eyes.
"Not very interesting by itself, a proper Geologist could probably tell you much more about it than me. But as far as it we are concerned its just a rock. It has certain properties, weight, durability, volume. Just like the rest of the world it belongs to, it can be mesured, determined and understood."
The orc left the stone on the desk again. Then he mumbled something, tapped the stone twice and made a quick gesture around it. There was a soft buzz of magic and almost instantly the pale grey stone turned a noticeable deep blue.
"This is a simple chromathurgy. You are familiar with it I believe? One of the basic arithmetistic variables, it won't last long. The basis for it is a local change of the properties of the targeted object, in this case, it slightly changes the speed of light around the surface of the object, pushing the specter of the absorbed light towards the blue."
Halsing lifted the pebble into his palm and showed it to his students.
"Consider reality, the world. " He started. "Just like this stone it has its properties, its rules. Magic as we understand it allows us to act upon those natural laws. It is an expression of sheer will. The will of man."
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[Take a beat.]
Leaf began writing things down in his book the teacher went into detail. Tobias, normally the one to lay his chin over folded arms as he stare inattentively at the best of times, was wide awake now, staring at the blue stone.
"How much will is required to safely alter natural law?" asked Evan.
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"It is not a matter of quantity, if that were even possible to mesure." Replied the orc. "Who can say how strong a will must be to lift a finger, or move a boulder. There are men who would find the former impossible and the latter extremely easy."
Hasing then underlined the word nature.
"What is important is this." He started. "Consider the consequences of magic. If man has the power...no matter the cost of it, to alter the world, then the world itself is defined by man's ability to shape it." The orc then wrote "science" between the word "nature" and "will".
"Knowing this, understanding the responsibility the use of magic entails, we must strive to understand its consequences- A heart taken only by passion, blinded to the use of reason will become slave to its nature. This heart will be incapable of understanding the inherent laws of the world and will inevitably twist magic into a
tool to satisfy its basest of whims."
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[Take a beat.]
Now both Leaf AND Evan were jotting notes down, staring intently at Halsing as the orc went on. Tobias, however, remained transfixed by the bewitched stone, whose light shimmered in his olive green eyes.
"Professor," said Leaf. "You make it sound as though the heart is dangerous. What if it's directed by more... noble concepts?"
"You mean like love, or hope?" asked Evan.
"Yeah, something like that."
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The orc looked down at the desk where the stone was resting.
"That is a complex issue. What dictates what "nobility" is might just be an expression of a desire for power, or a consequence of it. Honor and fealty, love or lust, might just be useful constructs." The orc then looked to the class.
"I want to instill in you the doubt of the thinker. I want you to hesitate, to contemplate every decision, every use of the art. Mesure, ponder and never take magic and its power for granted."
The orc then turned to the board and drew a line back that went from "Nature" to "Will" then another one from "Will" to "Nature"
"If man's will shapes the world, so does the world shape man's will. One will undoubtetly shape the other. If corruption is allowed to grow in one both will sink into a spiral of chaos."
Halsing then moved to the front of the desk.
"Magic, the will of man and the world. They are one in the same."
The orc then turned around and gathered some parchment laying on his desk.
"On this issue, I want you to ready an essay. Here are a list of books I want you to read. Principia Arcana, Lex Matematica and The first law of Man."
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[Take a beat.]
"Homework?" moaned Tobias, his attention to the stone broken. "But what about the bazaar?"
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"You have until next week." Said the orc, tapping on the parchments. Then he gave his students a smile. "Plenty of time to read and enjoy the bazaar. Speaking of which. I can see lecturing you today won't be very effective. Take the day to enjoy the festivities. I'll see you next week."
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The trio nodded, each gathering their things as Halsing began looking over his blackboard and work notes... then something stopped him. He'd heard the students walking out of the room, but couldn't shake the feeling he wasn't alone. He heard someone clearing their throat. When the orc looked over his shoulder, he saw Tobias standing just a few feet away.
"Um, hey professor," he said, waving. "Have you got a minute?"
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The orc felt a throb within him. He could smell the fragrant sweat on the skin of his student, the pulse of his vigor under his skin, the curvaceous bend of his flesh around his broad shoulders and the intense musk seeping through his undergarments.
Halsing clenched his jaw, calling his will to himself with old, trained, practice. He was more than a beast, he was more than an orc. He was a teacher, a mentor, a thinker, a scientist. He was beyond the pleasures of the flesh, he was master of his body and mind.
"Yes, Tobias?" He said turning around to face the student.
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[Take a beat.]
The human stared up at the orc with olive-colored eyes. Funny, up close, his round face betrayed a strong jawline. "I uh, wanted to ask," he said behind wide, fulsome lips. "Could you... give me some pointers? O-on my spellcasting. I hate practicing in front of the others, and you know... you keep staring at me during class whenever I do it."
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Halsing took a barely noticeable pause.
"You tense your arms too much-" He started, gesturing at the man's meaty biceps. "Remember Holov's First form: Thou must bend as reeds under thine magicks."
The orc walked around Tobias and grabbed him by the shoulders. He tapped the underside of his arms signaling him to raise his arms in a cross.
"Relax your fists."
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Tobias blushed, his frame growing rigid at the mage's touch. Yet just as quickly, he eased himself under Halsing's grip, following his orders slow but steadily. "Like this?" he asked, crossing his arms. When his hand touched Halsing's, there was no hesitation, no recoil or twitch.
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Halsing's nostrils flared open, taking in the scent of the young man. How enchanting was his smell. The scent of vigor, youth and strength emanating from those rotund muscles and that bronzed skin. How delightful it would be to press himself against Tobias, run his rough green fingers over that smooth body, taste the sweat off his neck, explore each crevice and plunge himself into his perfectly sculpted ass!
Halsing clenched his jaw. The orc froze- He had just to cover the man's mouth, grab him by the neck, pin him down and tear his clothes off. It would be easy, Tobias wouldn't probably resist. He'd be extatic to be taken, he'd moan and break under his touch. So easy, so easy to take over, change him, corrupt him.
"I am absolute will." The orc whispered under his breath. "Unbroken, unwavering, undisturbed. I am master of my world, ruler of my mind. I am absolute will." He closed his eyes.
"Yes." The orc finally took a step back and leaned on his desk. He started to gather some of the parchment.
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[Take a beat.]
The human looked over his shoulder. "Sir?" he said, arms still raised in a cross. "You alright?"
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Halsing rolled his shoulders trying to distract himself with the task at hand. The orc slipped a piece of parchment towards the end of the desk closer to Tobias.
"Use a Vector variation spell on this." He commanded. "Reverse the gravitation vector. Remember, relax your arms, think of the incantation and the root of the subject, in this case the parchment."
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[Take a beat.]
Tobias hesitated. Taking in a deep breath, he began mumbling out the spell. Unlike his other classmates, the resonance of his spellcasting was almost palpable, such raw potential. But it lacked focus, finesse. Halsing could see it when the mage began motioning his arms. Relaxed as he had made them, there was still a stiffness in his posture. When his spell took hold, the slip of parchment fluttered up as though from an updraft rather than from a shift in gravitational forces. He winced the moment he heard it land on the floor.
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"You tense up." Observed Halsing. "The expectation of failure makes you hesitate." His tone was slightly harsher than normal. The man didn't look at his pupil directly. "Fortunately ,the solution is just practice, it's just a matter of confidence-"
The orc then walked over the door and held it open for Tobias.
"The more you practice, the more confidence you will have, until even the more complex spell will become second nature to you. Your incantantions are correct and your channeling is perfectly fine- Only your form requires refinement. Keep trying."
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[Take a beat.]
Silence filled the room. However brief it was, it felt like an eternity before Tobias nodded at the floor and began walking towards the door.
*Rollz*
But as Halsing's student approached, the orc noticed him mouthing out something.
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Halsing clenched his jaw. It took all of his willpower to restrain his desire to give into his instincts.
If the orc had been younger, Tobias would not have left the classroom. The two would be a mess on the floor as the orc forced himself on the young man.
That thought terrified the orcish professor. It took ten long years to convince the people of this town he wasn't some mindless beast. It took even longer to convince the academy that he was deserving of his title as Arithmetitian.
One slip, just one slip would have been enough to ruin his life.
No he was better than that. He was stronger-
"Have fun at the faire." He said, closing the door behind Tobias.
After the young man had left, Halsing dropped on his chair behind the desk. He looked between his legs. He couldn't make out the bulge, but it was there. It burned him, it hurt him. His nethers were painfully bent now, restrained by the extra layers of cloth he carefully wrapped around his waist to conceal any erection. But it was starting to smell. That damned foul stench. So potent. So intoxicating.
"I need. I need a break." Though the orc, head hanging between his hands.
"The whore-house"- he thought. He had visited the building at the outskirts of town several times. Better to go now. Discretely. Get some release and come back, refreshed.
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[Take a beat.]
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Late afternoon. The old boarding house hid in the shadow of a rocky hillock as Halsing made his way there. Red lanterns and ribbon flags decorated the place, but not as much as the lounging figures that hung about the balcony, and front porch. Men and women, most dressed in getups that left little to the imagination, roused from their languid ennui to welcome Halsing and other “wanderers” as they approached. The only ones that didn’t wink or curl a finger at the orc were the two bouncers flanking the main entrance, both armed with brass knuckles and a sword for good measure. Seeing Halsing, neither batted an eye, though the bald one of the two gave him a nod as he approached.
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Shame washed Halsing's mind as he stepped into the seedy locale. Despite hiding his face with his scarf, now a makeshift hood, the guards recognized him.
Was he truly nothing but a slave to his desires? He could resist the urge for weeks, months, but ultimately his instincts would win.
"Damn this orc body." He whispered to himself, as he stared at his trembling green hands. Past them, he saw the tent he was pitching. His member was hurting now. He had to get off soon, or else he'd go mad.
-"I do this for them. For my pupils. For the school."- He thought, taking a deep breath.
The orc removed his hood and looked around.
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[Take a beat.]
Of all the concubines that Prospero's brothel had, there was only one that could keep up with an orc's libido. Sitting in the corner in front of the firepit, Garm was a giant of a man, wearing little more than sandals, vambraces, and a loincloth to small for his girth. Light danced across his oiled abs and pecs, his herculean arms hung across the frame of his couch. Sideburns black as pitch fell like waterfalls to either side of wolfish grin, dimpled chin. Even his broken nose had a charm to it, especially whenever he winked at an onlooker or would-be client. When Halsing ventured close, he gestured at the bald, tattooed man he was talking to, who nodded and slipped away.
"Hey there big fella," mused the giant, his voice rough as an avalanche. "Was wonderin' when you'd show up."
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The dejected orc shifted uncomfortably as he walked towards Garm.
There he was, his help. His release. The giant had fixed him several times before, much to Halsing's chagrin. Of course, the orc enjoyed it. Loved it even, but it was the need to seek him out what tortured the orc in the first place.
"I-I need your help, again." He started, his eyes darting between the floor and the dangling loincloth. "It's worse this time."
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[Take a beat.]
The giant eyed Halsing. Nodding, he rose from his seat to stand at full height with the orc. Looking him square in the eye, Garm clamped a fist around Halsing's package without warning, groping it as he scrutinized every facet of the orc's reaction. "Hmm, you ain't kiddin'," he growled. "You've got it bad, Hal. Real bad." He then moved in closer, whispering in the mage's ear. "But I know just what you need to get it all out... for a price."
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Halsing pulled a small bag out of the side of his sash. His job as a teacher didn't pay that much, specially in such a small town. Garm wasn't cheap, but any price was worth keeping his sanity. And his dignity.
"Here." Said the orc, almost pleadingly. "Please, take it. Let's...Let's get it over with."
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[Take a beat.]
The human flashed a wide grin. "Lucky for you, I ain't lookin' for gold this time." Turning Halsing around, Garm tapped the orc on the ass to have him lead the way to the giant's familiar room downstairs. Past colorful drapery meant to soften the noise from rooms already in use, the two had to squeeze through the narrow hallway - a problem Garm had no issue in as his girth pushed against Halsing's rear.
Garm's room was large enough for a goose-feathered bed and pillows, some of its being used as carpets to cover the cold stone floor. A single lantern hung from the wall, its soft candlelight all that kept the darkness at bay.
"Here's the deal," said the human, stepping forward till his pecs pushed against Halsing's. "Instead of money, what's say we go for somethin'... better?" The human teased at the orc's nipple as he gently pinched it with a hand. He lowered his voice as he motioned his face mere inches from Halsing's. His breath filled the orc's lungs as he spoke, "Fuse with me."
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Halsing's eyes widened at the indecent proposition. His hand clenched the coin purse, trembling.
"W-what?" He recoiled, taking a step backwards.
- Fusion? How does he know. - Thought the orc. That was orc magic. Deep, strange and most of all forbidden orc magic. A taint upon the world, said to be one of the most vile things an orc can do.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about."
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[Hmm... roll a contested Manipulation + Subterfuge check.]
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[4,5]
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*Rollz*
"That right," murred Garm, his eyes smoldering over a warm smile. "Never heard of two men doin' it so long and hard they end up sharin' more than just a bed together? Cuz, if I heard right, a talent like that could open a whole lotta doors, maybe even scratch that itch you got for good."
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There was a clench of fury in the orc's jaw when he heard the word "talent".
"I just...I just want to get rid of this!" Said the orc, his painful erection starting to get him really frustrated. "Will you help me or not?!"
Halsing's eyes were starting to look blood-shot. He had never been so long without a session. He could feel his control slipping. The professor could feel his will starting to waver.
Why not just force himself on Garm. Who would care? He could just pin him down, like he imagined he'd do to Tobias. Just jump on him. Violate him. He'd probably enjoy it anyway. He was just another whore.
Halsing's breathing was becoming agitated. His shoulders hunched, his neck craned. The purse on his hand dropped on the floor.
"I...I need...I..." The orc's voice was becoming gutural. Drool started to dribble from his lower jaw.
"I..."
Then silence. The orc stood still...Breathing...Shivering. His hands stretched, fingers curled like claws.
Then he struck- The mild-mannered town professor jumped forward like a monster, putting all his weight into a mindless, brutal grapple to topple the giant into the mattress.
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[Take a beat.]
Garm's surprise was written all over his face when the Halsing came at him, and while he had proven time and again to be stronger than the orc during previous get-togethers, the sudden shift of weight as the scholar sprung upon him sent the giant toppling backwards onto the bed!
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The giant's legs couldn't even land back onto the bed. Halsing had already jumped forward, cock hard, legs spread. He was huffing in both pain and desire, a deep longing that transcended will itself. The professor gone, only the orc was left.
It had been too long before that part of him had been indulged- and It- was not going to wait anymore.
Orcs needed to fuck. They needed to grow. They needed to change and spread into the world. They were embodiments of lust, chaos, desire and all its primal untamed forces. Their nature was part of the truth of the world-and no matter how strong a will, no matter what laws or institutions- their hunger would be satisfied.
Garm's legs fell on Halsing's clenched shoulders with a thud, leaving his ass completely exposed. He could barely articulate a word before the swollen cock between the orc's hands was pressed into his ass. No lube needed, the already overflowing juices on Halsing's member had lubricated it almost unnaturaly. There was no resistance, he simply entered him, filling him with a fullness the orc had never given him before.
Then came a thrust, and the powerful glutes of the giant were rocked by an impact of the orc's pelvis. Halsing hilted himself in a single thrust, and like a wild beast, started to pound him.
Halsing himself said nothing. His eyes were blurred, the regular dark sclera was now a deep red, while the cerulean of his irises had been tainted by the red hue into an unnatural, yet oddly beautiful crimson.
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[Take a beat]
The sudden onslaught left the human grunting deep and hard, what outrage there may have been on his face struggling to find purchase as he gasped between Halsing's thrusts. The giant's knuckles turned white as he gripped the fabric of his bed. Even compromised, his ass cheeks clenched hard and strong the moment he felt the orc was fully inside him, jealously fighting Halsing's efforts to pull back - only to turn soft as supple meat come the inevitable thrust.
Of his cock, it was already at full mast, swelling, arching, bounding up and down in tandem with Halsing's tempo - taunting the orc with its masculine scent.
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Sweat trickled down Halsing's back, as his shoulderblades clenched to keep those mountaneous legs in place. The orc seemed tireless, insatiable- He rammed into Garm's ass possessed of an energy that defied his size. Indeed, while the orc was at least a head shorter than the human- A rare ocurrence, given the average orc was taller than most humans- Halsing's body seemed to radiate strength. The strength to subdue a man bigger than him.
"Ugh...Uogh..." Between animalistic grunts, Halsing was completely lost in his madness. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Any drop of lucidity he had left, kept him withdrawn in his own head, fascinated, stunned by his own display of strength. Despite the rutting having been going for at least a third of an hour, the orc's stamina seemed boundless. Garm was flipped over, set on all fours and rammed. He was flipped over again, and made to ride orc dick till he was about to cum, only to be forced onto his back once again and thoroughly fucked. The bed had started to wince and groan under such ardouous fucking, the wood creaking worringly. But he was not done. Halsing would not stop.
The slapping of bodies, the moans, the accelerated breathing. They were a cacophony of sounds, chaotic, primal and enchanting. They made no sense to the pair at first. After long minutes of intense fucking, Garm found himself starting to percieve an intrudding subtlety in them.
Drums...The sound of drums was resonating from the corners of the room. Their tempo echoing the slaps, the grunts, the moans. Something was happening. Something neither the giant nor the orc could stop now.
Halsing felt it too. The stuff of magic was surrounding them. An old, terrible power, an anathema to law and order was swirling around them, around their bodies. It seemed to steal the light from the room, surrounding the couple in perfect darkness- And yet, Halsing could see Garm. And Garm could see Halsing. They only saw each other. They could only see each other.
"What...What have we done?" Asked the orc all of a sudden. His lust had all but dissapeared. He was still lustful...but oddly lucid. He could think, even more clearly than before. He saw Garm, postrated under him, his orc cock lodged in his ass. His body still thrusting hard into the human.
A pang of pleasure came, and a chime echoed amongst the drums. As its sound faded into the darkness, Halsing saw his body change.
His skin was no longer the colour of muddy green water. It had become a glistening green, like a deep emerald. He stared down at his chest, surprised. He saw golden runes shimmer along its surface- Unknowable, crude and and ancient- They danced and spread, like tribal markings over his body. Then his eyes moved to Garm.
The giant was like him, glistening like a man made of living gemstone, but instead of green he was a shining hue of blue. Runes also danced over his ample pectorals, his arms and his legs.
"This is...We've started the fusion!" Said Halsing, realizing all of a sudden what this all meant.
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[Take a beat]
"D-Don't stop!" begged Garm, the human's voice heaving as his attentions split between the orc and his own body. His toes curled, he wrapped his legs around Halsing, crushing them tight against the radiant green flesh!
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This wasn't sex. This wasn't just innocent frolicking just to sate their needs. No, what they were doing was more complex, more profound.
"A ritual!" Said Halsing between deep gasps. The legs locked him in place. Not that there was any need. The orc could not have stopped fucking Garm even if he put all of his will into it. Despite his state of consciouness, the orc was a slave to his body. The energy of the ritual had taken over and he could only watch himself fuck the giant human.
An ancient rite. One, Halsing feared, would change him forever.
The beating of the drums accelerated, and so did the pace of his thrusts. The orc had to admit, this was fascinating. Enthralling. Delightful. Much to his chagrin, he was enjoying the sensations, the building tension, the intimacy. It still felt wrong, to him, of course. But there was undeniable physical satisfaction in it, and a part of him wanted to know. A part of him was curious to see what they had started to an end.
The darkness around them shifted, revealing a strange view. The silks of the room had long dissapeared, but now the couple saw themselves laying on a table of stone in the middle of an endless field of green wild grass. Around them, gigantic stone dolmens of dark granite. Runes carved upon them gleamed with the same scintillating light than the stars in the night above.
They were in a different place. A secret place. A plane beyond reality, beyond flesh.
Here, they intuitively knew, they would become one.
Out of instinct, Halsing gripped the cock slapping against his belly. His hands closed around Garm's girth, and started rubbing it up and down. The giant had to cum, they both had to, if they wanted to complete the rite. The orc started to desperately jack the man's length, faster, longer. The drums were now vibrating with a frantic intensity. Their bodies glistened more intensely, their runes brighter and brighter.
They were close. Soon...Soon they would be complete!
Halsing felt it. The crackling energy of his partner's climax almost pouring out of him. It was time. He had been holding himself back. He had only to let himself go, to accept this pleasure. Let it change everything.
The orc hesitated. Was he truly just an orc. Was he truly just a mindless beast?
And yet. In this place. In this strange new place of magic and mystery. There was something else to being an orc. He could feel it. Something he had to see, he had to understand.
In that last moment, with that last thought, Halsing finally came the hardest the had ever cummed.
Time seemed to stretch forever, locking their lovers in an ever lenghtening climax. The orc found himself surrounded by crackling red lightning. It extended towards Garm, creating an arch that conected them both. Pleasure, boundless and scorching like the sun, came through that connection. That was Garm's orgasm. He could feel it, the man? very soul resonating with his. The energy lifted both their bodies from the stone table, their bodies locked into an endless orgasm. Then, a strange force moved them, aligning them chest to back so that now, Garm hovered above Halsing, orc cock still buried in his ass. The force pulled upon their bodies, first on their feet. Halsing felt the sole of the giant man's foot hit his instep and suddenly snap into a single mass. The merged foot glistened with a deep aquamarine glint as the orc felt Garm wriggle their toes. The other foot followed suit, snapping together into another massive paw. The force aligned their hands next, merging them into powerful fists in single intense snap.
The process speed up, one leg merged with its counterpart, followed by the arms. Halsing's pelvis sunk into Garm's glutes, the orc feeling their combined cock swell in an instant. Before the orc could even think, he saw the back of Garm's head swallow him as his chest and neck merged with the man's own.
The drums fell silent with a roll of thunder. The orgasm that had started with two beings, ended as they became one and the fusion erupted.
So much cum. It shot into the night sky as enormous hands tried to take control of the guzzling cock. A voice thundered in the plains, reverberated against the stone pillars. A new voice. Deeper, manlier and stronger. A towering half-orc of shimmering aquamarine shook in the air as his orgasm finally ended. The ritual was complete.
Halgarm was born.
He dropped from that place and into the room. The bed was now barely enough to hold him. He breathed hard, his enormous chest heaving, his cock still throbbing between his pecs.
"F-fuck...That was the best fuck I have ever...we have ever...uh..."
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[Fusion successful! Take a beat. Spend 1 WP.]
The half-orc paused. Slowly, he licked the inside of his mouth, feeling the touch of his tusks against his tongue. It all felt novel and yet so familiar.
"-had," he finished, touching his face with a tentative hand. His nose was crooked, yet button-shaped. He made his way to one of his sideburns, stroking it as though unsure it was real.
That's when his attention fell to the shaft of meat staring right back at him, still glistening with the seed of his love-making.
"Am I... a-are we-?"
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"Yes. Yes we are." Said the fusion, his voice suddenly more determined.
The half-orc reached down to stroke his cock, feling a pang of pleasure. He bit on his lip feeling the temptation to pleasure himself once again.
But should he? They just performed a magic ritual. All spells have a beginning and an end. No magic lasts forever.
"If I cum again...maybe I'll split."
The half-orc reached for his cock again but stopped midway.
"No...I should stay like this. Only for a while."
Halgarm closed his eyes. He remembered the fusion. He remembered that place, that dark, mysterious plane. And those runes. Halsing remembered some, and Garm did too.
"I need to write them down. Before we forget."
The huge half-orc got up, his enormous manhood slapping down on his the inside of a thick, massive thigh. He rustled through Garm's stuff, his huge meaty hands having become a bit of a problem to do it delicately. He had to find somewhere to write on.
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[Take a beat.]
*Rollz*
The half orc went over to the far wall of the room, brushing aside a curtain to reveal Garm's secret stash. It was a hodgepodge of different items; drugs, a bottle of unlabeled alcohol, token bits of clothing from past "conquests", a strongbox where he kept emergency funds, he found a scrap of parchment that might have once been a napkin, but no charcoal or pencil. Instead, what he found was the face of a halforc staring back at him - thanks to the small mirror Garm hard covered in a small bundle of stained silk.
Entranced was the one word to describe Halgarm as he stared at his reflection. His eyes glimmered in the dim light of the room, dark sclera surrounding cerulean irides streaked with cobalt. Heat welled up inside the half-orc. A sense of pride tinged with triumph! His voice boomed in his ears as he laughed, Halgrim almost stumbling to the floor as he spun on his heels. He didn't care, he was too busy, posing for the mirror, flashing a tusked and toothy grin. He then began flexing, grunting as hard as he could each time, reveling in the feeling it left in his throat and chest.
"FINALLY!" he boomed. "I'm who I was always meant to be!"
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His cock was getting hard again. It was hard to control his libido. The temptation too strong to simply let it go. He was such an amazing specimen of a man. Bigger than any had been probably. He was two beings in one after all- a huge man and an orc, and it certainly showed. His skin tone was a deep dark olive with a bit of a greenish hue. His hair was a mix of dark grey and silverish strands and his beard, was a lighter grey addorned by those dark coal side-burns.
He was a handsome fucker.
He leaned forward against the mirror, one hand on the top of it and another on his cock. His posing and flexing got him hot and bothered. He gripped his cock and started pumping it, gazing at his own reflection.
Was this masturbation? Or just two beings jacking off one another? The existential implications were incredibly interesting, but they were lost on him. Runes, magic...Who cared? There was inmense pleasure in this state of being.
"Groh...GRAAAAAH....!"
Cum painted the reflective surface. Halgarm erupted, drenching the mirror in his fluids. He didn't even think to consider the release could have affect the magics that bound him together, but it seemed that didn't affect the fusion. Although, in the momentary lucidity that followed a climax, Halsing's mind seemed to take over.
What was he doing. He had to study the magic, he had to study the runes. He had found something important. He had to understand it. Garm be dammed, he made him forget all about the runes!
"Ghn...!"
There was a sudden flash and Halgarm found himself wracked by the pain of a splitting headache. He clenched his arms, before a sudden explosive force shook his whole body. In a second, Halgarm suddenly split, and Garm and Halsing were jaunted away from each other, one flying onto the bed, the other dropping to the floor
"Fuck!" Shouted the orc, rubbing his head. "I can't remember...What in the hells did you do, Garm!"
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[Take a beat and gain +1 WP from acting on your Vice of Decadence.]
Garm groaned, having been left on the floor with his back to the scholar. He grabbed at his forehead like a man coming out of a hangover, perhaps in some vain effort to make the room stop spinning. A split second later, he froze, his eyes fixed on the now slathered mirror. His massive hands raced across his face before he snapped his attention over a shoulder to Halsing.
"What happened?!" he said. "Why aren't we fused anymore?!" The giant made to rise, but became staggered, screwing his eyes shut as he nursed his head again, and fell onto a knee for support. "Ow, my head...!"
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The orc was already trying to figure it out.
"I didn't want to be fused anymore. I didn't want to be Halgarm." He said looking down at the shrinking cock between his legs. He then looked at the stained mirror. "Th-the runes! I need to write them down. Where is that piece of parchment?" He said raising up. As he did so he stopped, frustrated all of a sudden. He extended his palm and started tracing drawings on it.
"Was it a C? The third one was a crooked L with a..." He stopped, defeated.
"I can't remember them. Hells, why did you have to start jacking us off, Garm."
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[Take a beat.]
"Me?! YOU were the one that was all pent up! After the ride you gave me, I'd have thought you'd be done for the month!"
The giant pinched the space between his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"That was... intense," he said. "Even for me."
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The orc looked to the side. "I don't have time for this. I need to get to my office. This thing we did..." Said Halsing, looking at his open palm. "This ritual, it was magic. Actual magic. Which means it has rules-it has patterns, no matter how crude."
Halsing felt a pang of hope. Maybe orcs weren't all about fucking, lying and chaos. Maybe they had a streak of order in their lives, order. And where there was order there was purpose. A higher calling. Maybe Halsing could be the one to unravel it. To find the truth behind his race and his origins.
The orc started gathering his torn clothes, fashioning a sort of sash to cover himself up.
"I need time to think- To study."
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[Take a beat.]
"Wait," said Garm, grabbing hold of Halsing's wrist. "Listen, I-"
He paused, mouth agape as words struggled to leave his throat.
"Let's try it again," he said. "I wanna do this. I wanna be a half-orc, even if just for a few hours."
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The orc paused to consider.
"Of course we'll try again. I'm going to have to fuse again if I want to understand this." Said Halsing. The orc's cock throbbed at the thought and he grunted in frustration. It would be much more pleasant to simply trigger the fusion without the raunchy sex, but something told him that was a key part of the ritual.
"You'll come to my house- and we'll try again. But once we're Halgarm, promise me: No getting out of the house, no exposing ourselves to anybody. We have to keep this a secret. If the academy found out we did this..."
A sudden realization came to the orc. What they did was highly illegal. Any orcish magic was banned in the academy. Not to speak of what any guards would do if they caught wind of an orc "corrupting" a human in this way.
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[Take a beat.]
"Whatever you want, my lips are sealed," said Garm, a smile crossing his face. Letting go of the orc, he punched the palm of his hand, grinning. "This'll be great. You'll see! If anyone asks, I can say I'm just meeting a new guy that's all private-like. Yeah!"
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"I have a room where you can stay. I'll have to clear my laboratory- But I think I'll be able to fit you." The orc then gave Garm a stern stare. "Remember, not a word to anyone."
And with that he left the room, trying his best to cover his body with the ragged clothes.
Halsing scurried through the night back to his home. His mind raced with the possibilities.
He had to form a fusion again, but would a fusion with another man work differently? Maybe the process is dependent on the participants? Maybe the resulting gestalt would change or the magicks involve would work differently if he merged with a different being. So many questions-
And most of all, Halsing realised if he was to do this right, he'd need an assistant. He needed someone to observe the process from the outside, someone knowledgeable enough to understand what they were seing.
"Tobias..." He thought to himself. The student seemed to show a certain appreciation of his teachings. Maybe he could be convinced to participate.
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[Take a beat.]
Garm winked as he clicked his tongue and gestured to the departing orc. From there, Halsing found little that barred his way - people tended to get out of the way when they saw an orc running towards them.
As the mage hurried home, nightfall had transformed the town of Prospero in its own right. The streets were lit and vibrant with color. The Bizarre Bazaar was in full swing as people hawked their wares or spent their coin on a myriad of games, or at least, that's what it sounded like.
[Alright, describe your home as you arrive.]
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It took Halsing a little while to get to his home. He lived close tothe school, next to it in fact in a domicile granted by the Academy to their teachers.
It wasn't something particularly ostentuous but it served its purpose and had ample space for research. The building itself, or the house was in a secluded street, behind the school. It was a two story building, narrower than wider. It looked like it had been wedged between the school and the adjacent building. It had a patio with a well in front of its entrance where students usually gathered after class. Dense Ivy hid most of the stonework of the facade, but just like the school itself the roof was made of red clay slabs.
Halsing turned the key of the old wooden door and walked inside.
The first floor was the living space. It had a small hearth on the side, with the kitchen to the right. Small embers burned still from this morning. The walls were covered on book-cases, next to a pantry and some cubboards to the opposite wall.
There was a door at the back of the room leading to Halsing's bedroom and next to it another door to the minute bathroom.
A ladder next to the book-case climbed up to a hatch in the ceiling, to the laboratory upstairs.
That was the most spacious and well-prepared room in the house. A desk to the side presided a central open podium, the walls were covered in book-cases as well, some holding several rolls of parchment. Arcane knick-knacks laid upon the desk while an door on the opposite side of the windows laid to an auxiliary room Halsing used as a closet and storage for magical reagents.
The orc moved to his bedroom and removed his torn clothes. He rushed to the bathroom to wash himself not before setting a boiler for tea.
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[Take a beat]
[Hmm...]
*Rollz*
[Alright, continue on. I like where this is going.]
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Halsing's bedroom was less than a room a more a side space someone had remodeled into a place to lay a bed. It had no windows and barely enough space to fit the wooden frame supporting a hay matress.
Halsing himself had his feet touch the wall when he laid down, but he didn't mind much. He had cozied up the space with a small lamp hanging from the ceiling, a chest where he kept his robes and clothes and some small paitings on the wall depicting the grand building of the Academy in the capital.
His bathroom was almost as spacious, with the difference it had a small window leading to the street.
It had a stone bathtub with a direct pump from the well and an ingenious mechanism that allowed the heat of the hearth to heat the water in a side reservoir.
Halsing moved a lever and the still lukewarm water he had prepared that morning started to fill the tub.
Naked, he walked in, and sat in. The tub was still small for his size. A regular human could have probably stretched his legs in there but Halsing had to rest his feet against the tub's side. Fortunately for him, the space was deep enough for him to sink udown to his chest in the water.
The orc soaked in there for a while, reminiscing about what just happened.
He felt his cock throb against his thigh, eliciting a grunt of frustration from him.
He was still horny. That whole experience. The lust, the sense of power then the fusion. With Garm. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy the man's body. When they joined as one, he had felt such a sense of accomplishment. Of pride and affection and...
But most of all, he liked it. A lot. The whole fusion process. The magic and the ritual itself was fascinating, but the physical aspect was incredibly enticing. Halsing could not put it into words but merging with Garm had been one of the most intense experiences in his life. He had felt alive, more alive than ever.
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[Take a beat]
As the scholar contemplated within the pleasant warmth of his bath, a light tapping came from the window. Glancing towards the disturbance, he saw a shadow behind the frosted glass.
There was a voice, too. Though muffled by the distance noise of the festival, and the glass besides, Halsing could make out his name being called out as loudly as a whisper would allow.
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The orc grabbed a towel and dried himself as quick as he could.
"Comin'!" He shouted. He tossed another piece of clean cloth onto his shoulders and tried to conceal his boner as best as he could behind the towel as he rushed to open the door.
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[Heh, take a beat.]
The door opened to the startle of a hooded figure that had been standing behind it - having been caught looking over his shoulder. He was dressed in robes and a cloak. But as soon as he turned to face Halsing, the orc recognized him as Telemachus Rotano, Dean of Prospero's branch of the Academy, and by extension Halsing's de facto boss.
"Professor Halsing!" he whispered with a haunted look in his eyes, the fifty year old human carrying a large tome in his hands, one thicker than his arms. "I've been trying to contact you all afternoon!"
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"D-dean Rotano!" The orc was so surprised he almost dropped his towel. "I-I wasn't expecting you. I'm so sorry, please come in! Allow me to dress myself and I'll be with you immediately!" The orc fidgeted with his covers before standing to the side, to allow the man to walk in. Immediately he closed to the door and rushed into his room to put on some clothes.
Once dressed with a spare of his regular attire, he walked into the living room and offered the visitor some tea.
"Tea?" He said, setting another cup for the dean.
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[Take a beat.]
"Yes please," he said without a second thought.
Laying the tome on the nearest available space, he took the offered cup in both hands. A sigh of relief escaped him after a long sip.
"Thank you. I truly needed that. I apologize for the lateness of my visit - but as I said, I've been meaning to speak with you on a matter most urgent."
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Halsing sat down on a stool next to the diminute table where the tome rested. He eyed it momentarily then looked at the dean.
"Please, tell me." He said. It was strange to see the dean in town. Normally he'd be sitting comfortably in his office back at the capital. Something important must have happened for him to travel all the way from there.
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[Take a beat]
The human pulled back the hood of his clock, revealing a bald scalp flanked by two horns of what curled, grey hair remained.
"What I tell you must remain in the strictest of confidence," he warned. "Normally this wouldn't leave the walls of the capital, but that is no longer an option."
Taking a deep breath, the dean closed his eyes.
"There has been a robbery. Someone has stolen Irba's key-rune from the Academy."
[Roll Intelligence + Science, with a +1 from Mathematics specialty, and 9-again rule for being an asset skill, but a -2 from difficulty.]
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5,4,2,5,3,10,8
then
10-9-10-3
5 successes
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Irba's Key-rune is an ancient artifact believed to have been the creation of an archmage arithmetician. One part elaborate key, one part puzzle box, the device was coupled with a grimoire containing spells and treatises on theoretical mathematics that, to this day, baffle the greatest of scholars and practitioners. Unfortunately, because of this, its significance has waned over the passage of time, being seen as now more of a curiosity than something worthy of dedicated study. Despite this, it remains a treasure of the old world, and rumors abound that, if one can unlock the secrets found within the key-rune, it would expand the field of arithmancy by centuries!
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"This...This is Irba's Key-Rune." Said the orc, hovering his hand above the old grimmoire, not daring to touch it. "How...?" Halsing seemed speechless for a second, as the gravity of the situation dawned on him. After a few long seconds of silence he finally spoke.
"Why is it here?"
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[Take a beat.]
"You're half-right," said the dean. "This is the Irba's grimoire. As for why I brought it, that is precisely why I'm here."
Rotano took another sip of his tea before setting it down on the table, getting back onto his feet to approach Halsing.
"Without the key-rune, Irba's grimoire is impossible to decipher, its matrices appearing as a convoluted mess if they even appear at all. Yet, the two artifacts are interconnected by the magic of their shared creator. In that hands of a fellow arithmatician, the grimoire can be used to locate the missing key-rune. Roughly, mind you. The closer they become in proximity to one another, the stronger the arcane resonance they will give off."
The wizened human took hold of Halsing's arms, turning the orc to face him squarely - though it was more a suggestion, given the two's difference in strength.
"Both of Irba's belongings were in my safekeeping when the robbery occurred, Professor Halsing. I had to spirit away the grimoire from the capital to track down the culprits. If word of this debacle reaches the Academy board, my career is finished - and by the time the bureaucracy is taken care of, the thieves will have likely gone to ground."
Once more, Rotano began trembling in place as he spoke such urgent whisperings, his eyes near bulging from their sockets.
"You are the only one I can trust," he said. "I know you to have neither the inclination nor any political gain to be had in this conspiracy. If the thieves were working for a fellow arithmetician, the only people who can know about this must be you and I, understood?! Help me recover the key-rune, and I will be in your debt!"
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Halsing shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the dean corrected him.
"Oh, right, sorry- Irba's grimoire." He glanced at the door nervously. "I'm a bit distracted lately. Festival and all."
When the dean explained the details of his troubles, the orc listened intently- fusions and lust- suddenly all to far away from his mind. While the prospect of delving into orc magic interested him, he had not forgot his duty to the institution of the academy itself.
"I see. Of course I will help you, Rotano, sir."
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[Take a beat]
"I knew I could count on you," said the dean, almost dropping to the floor as he sighed in relief. Steeling himself, he pumped his fists as he continued. "Alright, my resources and by logical deduction have led me to believe that the culprits will attempt to deliver the key-rune during the Bizarre Bazaar. I've also concluded that someone within the town's academy is involved. It could be a member of staff - excluded yourself, of course - or even one of the students."
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"So am I to look around the bazaar? I'm not exactly low profile. I stand out in a crowd, not to say I'd imagine there is a big chance the thief might recognise me as a member of the academy. If they themselves are acquainted with the institution, that is."
Pondered the orc. He grew worried at the possibility one of his students was somehow responsible. But that couldn't be, could it? None of them would dare to cross the academy in such a way, not to speak of the ability necessary to break the academy's safeguards in order to steal the key itself.
"I will keep an eye on the bazaar. Rest asured I will do everything I can to see the key returned safely to the academy." Said the orc with a confident nod.
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[Take a beat]
"Rest assured I will be making discrete inquiries of my own," said the dean. He then began rummaging through his robes, pulling from a hidden pocket a teardrop stone of polished turquoise with a ring of gold around the midpoint. "If you find anything in your investigations, contact me through this speaking stone. You need only need only say my name while holding your thumb on the gold ring to activate it. Like so."
The human demonstrated as he held the stone with its base upwards, the soft hum of magic catching Halsing's attention as Rotano pressed his thumb against the golden ring. Satisfied, the dean handed the stone over to the orc, before pulling out an exact replica from another of his pockets.
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Ideas and plans were already broiling inside Halsing's head. One of which seemed to get his attention. With Garm comming over for fusion, the orc thought maybe he could deal with both situations at once. He took the speaking stone and carefully made sure to understand the instructions.
"I'll keep you informed." Said the orc getting up to see Rotano to the door. "We'll catch these thieves, Dean, Rotano sir." He gave the man a polite bow.
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[Take a beat]
The elderly human shakily nodded. "Thank you again, Professor Halsing," he whispered, as he donned his hood again. "And remember: not a word of this to anyone!"
And with that, he was gone, disappearing into the night without a second glance.
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Halsing closed the door and climbed up the ladder to his lab. He was going to need some space. He cleared the rolls of parchment off his desk, organized his tomes and tidied up the space as much as he could for his incomming visitor. Becoming Halgarm was definitely an intense experience and he wasn't sure how much he'd be able to reel his explosive sexuality back. A giant half-orc merger wasn't a delicate or graceful creature and there were plenty frail things in his lab.
Halsing then brought up a spare matress and a lot of clean sheets, covering the podium with them to make a sort of gigantic bed.
Satisfied with his work he went downstairs and made some space in the cramped first floor. He moved tables and chairs off to the sides, rearranging the living room to make sure a bigger man could feasibly walk through it.
"This is probably the worst place we should be doing this." Admited the orc glancing mentally at the mission he had been entrusted to complete.
"Maybe I'll be able to convince Garm to stay as Halgarm for a while." He then chuckled to himself. Garm didn't seem to need convincing, he was eager to merge with him. He'd have more trouble breaking Halgarm than keeping him together.
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[Take a beat]
Preparations made, and ears trained for signs of Garm, Halsing heard the footfalls of his giant friend long before the hard knocking at the front door.
"Hey there," said the human, looming over the threshold as Halsing opened up. Garm was still wearing the same getup from before, but now with a cloak just barely his size. The wry smirk on his face only broadened as he stared back at the orc, winking as he got into character. "Heard you could use a hand with some 'private' stuff. How's about we talk business?"
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Halsing raised an eyebrow. Was Garm aware of the dean's mission? How did he catch wind of it?
"What do you mean, what private stuff are you talking about?" Said the orc, closing the door behind Garm, not without first throwing a look around the street to check for anybody spying on him.
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[Take a beat]
"Just an innuendo, sexy," mused the giant, once the door was fully closed. "Us workhorses get in trouble if we embarrass a client whenever we take a house call. Dunno how nosy the neighbors are around here."
Arms akimbo, Garm took in the scenery of the room, nodding to himself.
"Nice place you got here," he said. "Lots of... books..."
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"Yeah, yeah." Said the orc rather dismissively. He wasn't particularly fond of Garm's "disheveled" demeanor, they were in a risky situation and it only made Halsing the more anxious to see it done. He pointed at the ladder in the back of the room.
"You'll be staying up there, I've prepared the room for you." Then he pointed at the bathroom door. "You can use the bath if you want to get refreshed before we go at it. I got some food too if you're hungry."
Halsing shifted in place. Just having Garm close to him made him uncomfortably hard. The desire to fuse with the giant again was hard to push out of his mind now that he had him there.
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[Take a beat]
Garm snickered. Without warning, he wrapped an arm around Halsing's waist and pulled the orc in till they could feel their manhoods pushing against one another.
"You're such a fuckin' tease," said the giant, "The only thing I'm hungry for is the hunk of meat standing in front of me."
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Halsing supressed a needy groan when he was pushed against that powerful chest. In his mind there was a flash of that huge body laying in front of him, moaning, shaking in bliss. Then the moment where the sculptural giant became as glistening stone just before their bodies became one. The connection, the sensations, the sheer eroticism of the whole fusion made Halsing weak at the knees. He wanted to repeat that, he wanted to become Halgarm again. To become a tower of manliness, a powerful, fearless giant with the biggest cock he had ever seen.
"Stop it." He said firmly, pressing his hands against those pecs. "Look, I want to fuse with you again, but not like this." Halsing grunted. He was hestiating. Was he truly doing this for a higher purpose? Was he really doing this to solve a mistery or was he just succumbing to his primal instincts?
"I'm not... a piece of meat. I'm a scholar. I'm not doing this out of enjoyment. I just...need to know. I need to understand the magic behind it."
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[Take a beat]
"Is it a sin to have fun while doin' it?" mused Garm. "C'mon. Have a lil' faith, would ya? You know I'm worth it."
As if to prove a point, the giant began flexing for the orc, corded muscle bulging in a display of raw, physical power.
"The only thing missing from this equation is you," he said. "Your brains, your focus, these're things I never got around to. When we fused, I felt more than just added mass and a sexual attraction."
Garm took Halsing's hand. It was almost gentle, in its own way.
"I felt... complete."
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Halsing looked to the side when Garm flexed. The man's physicality was enticing- He had to admit. As an orc himself, being physical was a given. He barely had to put effort in to build muscle or stay in shape. Of course, he kept himself trained- He ran, he ate appropriately and exercised as much as he could. A healthy body produced a healthy mind, that's what he thought. But Garm was something else. He was much bigger than the average human and he was imposing. Halsing found him attractive no doubt, and from the moment he started whoring himself out to him, their sessions were always enjoyable.
"I have to admit I like being one with you." Replied the orc, hestitatingly holding Garm's hand. "You made me feel more powerful than I have ever felt. Powerful and free."
Then Halsing removed his hand and stood away.
"But its not easy for me." He looked down at his hands. "I had to work for a long time to convince the academy I wasn't just a savage. That I had the potential to learn magic, to cultivate a mind, to be a man of order." Halsing made a grimace. "That I was not another orc."
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[Take a beat]
The giant sighed, folding his arms. "Fitting in really means a lot to you," he said. "...Alright. We'll take things as slowly as you want."
Garm's face brightened, as a thought occurred.
"What if we had a safe word?" he asked. "No, really, like, if things are going in a direction you can't stand, just say the word and I'll stop."
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Halsing turned around.
"I'm just asking for you to let me be in control. At least during the more sensitive times." The orc looked at Garm in the eyes. "When we merged, I could feel...I could tell you wanted to be an orc. You felt a sense of completion that surprised me. I didn't really understand why anybody would want to be an orc." Halsing shook his head.
"But Halgarm did really like being an orc. Or at least half of one. That sense of security in one's being was refreshing. I'm not asking you to...avoid enjoying yourself but...I need Halgarm to be calmer this time around."
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[Take a beat]
"...Yeah, alright," chuckled Garm, the giant shrugging his massive shoulders. "If that's the price I gotta pay, I'll put up with bein' a stiff."
Holding the orc's gaze, the giant smiled, slowly stepping closer to Halsing.
"Who knows," he said, lowering his voice. "Maybe I'll learn something along the way..."
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Halsing met the gaze and smiled. Garm was charming in his own way. And he was getting increasingly desirable.
"Let's...Let's go upstairs." He said, tentatively reaching for Garm's wrist and pulling him towards the ladder. "I'm getting pretty pent up myself." He admitted.
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[Take a beat]
Another chuckle came from Garm as he followed the mage. Perhaps it was to no one surprise when Halsing felt a pinch on his rear as the orc climbed the ladder up to the laboratory.
The giant was less cocky when he started to climb, unable to mask his sigh of relief when he found the ladder could support his weight.
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Halsing checked the door to the house, running the locks and then closed the windows, making sure nobody would peek or walk in. Then, he followed Garm upstairs. He did the same with the windows on the lab, closing them and covering them with curtains. The space was lit with a couple of oil lamps, casting a soft, golden light around.
"I guess there is no sense in waiting anymore." He admited, looking at the flame of one of the lamps. Halsing started to undress, carefully this time, unlike earlier where he tore his clothes off, he left the vestments neatly folded on a chair. Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, the throbbing member between his legs betrayed his anticipation.
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[Take a beat]
The moment Halsing turned to check on Garm, he found the giant making a show of undressing, letting his clothes drop where they may as he approached the orc without shame or hesitation.
"You ready for this?" he asked, staring deep into Halsing's eyes. His own meat was fully erect, brushing against Halsing's, the human's natural musk already thick in the air.
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Halsing took a deep breath. The human's smell was powerful indeed. For once he was letting himself become intoxicated by it, no restraint. No pushing back against his urges. Just let them soak his mind. Grip his consciousness.
"Let's go." He said, his hands reaching down to grope the man's ass.
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[Take a beat]
A lurid grunt rumbled from Garm's throat as he felt Halsing touch his chiseled rear, the giant slipping his own hand around the orc's waist. Closing his eyes, he moved in for a kiss, stroking the back of Halsing's head as the two felt their lips meet.
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Halsing kissed back, slowly dragging the tower of a man towards the podium at the center of the laboratory. The cloth and the mattress he had prepare would make for poor cushioning but at least the structure was solid. They would be hard-pressed to make it crumble, like they did with Garm's bed back in the brothel.
"Ride me." Ordered Halsing, breaking the kiss and laying down. The orc grabbed his cock and pointed it upwards, giving Garm a clear spot where to sit.
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[Take a beat]
Garm flashed the scholar a wolfish grin. He thumped his massive chest like a wardrum, psyching himself up as he watched Halsing lay down.
Halsing felt the floor under him shake as the giant stepped into position above the orc's readied shaft. The orc felt the air shift as the mountain of muscle that was Garm squatted - the mage's tip barely touching the cleft of the man's ass cheeks. He only had to look at Garm's face to know it was intentional. One final tease before the main event.
As if having lost no momentum, the giant slammed his rear down on Halsing's cock, burying it down to the root. The sudden heat, the tightness as Garm clenched his insides around the orc's meat, was a masterclass on the giant's profession.
Slowly, he rose up, pulling at Halsing's manhood - threatening to pull out as he exposed more of it to the cruel, cold air. *THWOMP!* Down he went again! Ass swallowing the shaft whole!
The giant breathed in a sharp intake of air. "Nothing better than orc cock," he rasped, his own cock throbbing as it slapped down on Halsing's abdomen like a club.
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Halsing exhaled in delight as his cock hilted into Garm's warm, welcoming ass. The orc felt the now familiar rush of hot, searing blood pulsate up his neck, like the caress of a demon, and fill his head with the powerful need to fuck the giant.
Big hands grabbed onto Garm's thighs, holding him in place as new strength filled Halsing's hips. As Garm descended down his cock, the orc's pelvis rammed up, smacking his flesh against his partner's ass.
"Oh..fuck...I can't wait..." He huffed with a half smirk of desire, looking at Garm. "I can't wait to become one with you again. Fuck...Just look at this..." The orc clenched his pecs to lift the gargantuan cock up to his lips and tentatively licked it. "It's going to be all mine."
At that point, Halsing was way past the point of no-return. He had reached it rather quickly this time. A testament to orc libido and Halsing's willpower.
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[Take a beat]
Garm bit his lip, stifling a would-be whimper into a shuddering moan in his throat as he took every bit of Halsing's thrusts. "Fuck," he said, the giant timing his breaths to match the tempo of his and Halsing's thrusts. And every time he crashed against the orc's groin, Garm's cock squeezed along the groove between Halsing's pecs, grinding hard and fast as it eagerly awaited more of the orc's affections.
"Don't stop!" he huffed. "I fuckin' want you - NEED you - inside me...!"
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Halsing's lucidity came back for only a moment. Only a smidgeon of control to remind Garm of their plan.
"Remember...grn...Remember you're sitting back this time... I'm in... chARGE! "
The last word came out as a half roar. The last of the orc's rational thought abandoned him, finally becoming possessed by his orcish lust.
His muscles suddenly clenched, veins popping on their surface as Halsing felt the powerful sexually-induced strength of his race empower him.
His movements became faster, wilder. His eyes glared red and the subtlest of thumps echoed in the darker corners of the professor's laboratory.
The fusion ritual was starting.
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[Take a beat, spend 1 WP]
In tandem with Halsing, Garm roared, throwing his head back as felt the orc's manhood swell inside him. All the human could do was keep going, unable to pull out even if wanted to. Halsing could see the look on the giant's face as Garm stared upwards, a man enthralled and enraptured.
"Yes!" he breathed. "Yes! Y-y-yooour in cha-ha-haaaaaaaaaahHHRRGE-!!"
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Drums.
Drums thumped alongside the depraved smack of flesh against flesh. The darkness in the corner of the room was their foothold, their origin. As they grew in intensity so did the shadows that creeped towards the rutting couple, lecherous shades attracted by the energy Halsing was exhuding.
There were no more words in the orc. Only lust. Only the mindless exquisite sensations of the ritual coursed through his mind. He grunted, feeling Garm's ass squeeze down on his member, spurring him to thrust faster, deeper, harder!
Then the shadows submerged them and Halsing howled in delight. There it was, the electric pleasure of unity. He could already feel Garm. The giant was being drawn to him, and no matter what he did, he would belong to him. The drums were becoming louder, they were beating faster, tracing a frantic rythm that was only intensifying, until...!
A chime in the dark.
A moment of lucidity. Halsing opened his eyes and saw Garm, sweating, heaving on top of his cock. His form made of glistening sapphire. Like stars, the familiar crude runes danced under the gem-like surface of his skin.
Halsing was drawn to them. The urge to know them was as strong as the urge to fuck. But he knew, alas, that it was not the time yet. This ancestral magic was not for him to understand. It was for him to experience.
There they were. The stone dolmen, the grass fields of that secret plane where the fusion would take place.
Halsing relaxed. He strerched his neck backwards, resting his head against the stone table and allowed the sensations to wash over him. He had an instinct to do so. No thoughts. No rationlization, just the bliss.
The drums retuned, the reprieve was over. Halsing moaned in delight as a wave of pleasure crashed over him. The overwhelming force of the ritual was taking hold. He looked up at Garm, and saw his body being delectably constricted down. A ghostly caress was making the giant shrink, compress down onto his cock. Halsing could feel it. The borders of their bodies had already been blurred. Garm was being melded into him.
Into his groin.
The orc didn't think about it. A reflection perhaps of their new dynamic. Maybe the ritual understood the relationship they desired out of it. Maybe Garm simply had accepted Halsing as his master this time. Or maybe it was just luck.
Be as it may, Garm was losing his humanoid shape. His blue crystaline sillhouette slowly being molded into a thick spire of stone, until the giant was nothing but a massive towering cock cut out of saphire jutting out of the orc's groin.
Halsing could only admire Garm. His own emerald hands reached for it, touching its glistening surface. The contact caused a discharge of pleasure, an echo of an echo that made Halsing arch his back as red lightning rocked his very soul.
Garm wasn't gone. He was in there, awake and moaning in bliss just like him. He had conceded control, yes, but his mind and his desires were very much present.
Halsing embraced it. His arms held the gigantic cock against his chest and he squeezed it hard. He felt the cock pulse and finally erupt. His toes clenched, the orc felt his body change. He was growing, bigger, more muscular. He was becoming Halgarm again.
He kept growing and transforming until the size of his body met the size of his cock. There he was. Halgarm in the flesh.
Shaking in bliss his massive body finally dropped from that secret plane where the ritual was concluded. He felt the fabric against his back, drenched in sweat and the moist stickyness of his own cum on his chest.
"We're... I'm back." Said Halgarm. The fusion stared at his huge hands and smiled. Then his eyes traveled back onto the massive member still throbbing against his chest.
"We're not... all there." He observed running a finger up his lenght and bitting his lip. "But I can tell something is different up here." The half orc, half giant touched his forehead. He felt more conscious, more controlled than last time
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[Take a beat. Regain +1 WP for acting on Vice.]
From his sensitive loins, Halgarm felt an afterglow spread outward, caressing his renewed form like the warmth of a distant sun.
A familiar sense of pride filled him, pride of self, pride of heritage, tempered by an inner peace that had not been there the first time. He could feel it in every breath he made, and every pulse in the meat cradled between his pecs.
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The giant half-orc stood up and hit the ceiling with the top of his head.
"Ouch! Shit..." Said the fusion bending slightly forward and rubbing the sore skin.
"Maybe we should have done this somewhere else..." Halgarm took a step forward hearing the floorboards creak under his new weight. A pang of worry crossed the fusion's mind. He wasn't about to destroy his own home now. Carefully he balanced himself over the most solid floorboards until he reached his desk.
"I'm gonna need... a sample. If I can gauge the magical essence with our body I could very well get some clue of the nature of this joining..." He mumbled to himself.
He picked a measuring glass and tried to take some of the dripping cum out of his chest.
" Hmm... this one is already... stuck... "He grunted in frustration. His softening cock however almost imediately stood at full attention.
"Or I could get a fresh sample
"
Halgarm chuckled. He could indulge his lecherous half. After all he did what he asked of him
He dropped the glass on the desk and grabbed his massive cock with both his hands. He started caressing it, rubbing along its length with accelerating breath. Halgarm surprised himself ejaculating in merely a couple of minutes. It was surprisingly easy to coax a bountiful load out of his member, one that unfortunately splattered mostly out of the glass and omto his desk.
Knees weak from his climax, Halgarm grunted in frustration as he corked the glass and placed it inside a magically bound box, where the cum would be preserved for further study.
"We're gonna have to work on our aim."
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[Take a beat]
The half-orc felt his tip swell in response, bouncing almost of its own accord. Or had it? Something about the way it moved brought a smile to Halgarm's face...
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Satisfied, the fusion started cleaning the mess they had caused. Fortunately, Halsing had been careful to leave a pail of water and some wet rags around.
Eventually Halgarm was done, and the huge hybrid laid down on the podium. The cleaning had given his cock the opportunity to soften a bit. The half-orc adjusted his position.
He wasn't on the most comfortable of beds, but at least he could stretch out his size without hitting the walls. He laid down staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing through his amalgamated mind.
It was easier to think this time, he noted. Less conflicting thoughts, even if he essentially was in a state of perperual semi arousal.
It would subside, he thought.
He gave his cock a tentative flex. The length hardening ever so subtly against his leg.
"Goodnight." He chuckled to himself.
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[Take a beat]
It took a while for Halgarm to find the oblivion of sleep. Alone, but not alone, his mind wandered as he lay there in bed.
Both Halsing's and Garm's memories dappled across the stream of his subconscious. Some were barely a flicker of an image, silently fading into the background. The ones that the half-orc saw the most clearly – the ones he gave the most attention to – were of moments his two halves had shared together, had been together.
He remembered the first time the two had met each other, the awkwardness of it all. Like someone rereading a novel, the hybrid knew and felt all the secrets behind the orc and human's interactions. In a way, it made the situation all the more amusing, especially whenever thoughts of the two butting heads came to mind.
Before the shadow of sleep took hold, however, one final image past through Halgarm's mind. It was that of a boy, a human boy, standing before a towering orc. Both looked familiar, yet he could make out neither of their faces.
A part of him grew anxious, a tightness in his chest distracting him long enough for the memory to dissipate back into nothingness.
…
Bird song. Halgarm's eyes fluttered open. The sound of a distant bell rang ten times soon after.
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Halgarm opened his eyes, a sense of moist stickyness the first thing to intrude into his senses.
His cock was throbbing against his chest. The fusion looked down, and chuckled. He grabbed his member and gently started to stroke it. Memories from the last night's dream faded quickly as the merger pleasured himself. He closed his eyes and arched his back, his muscles clenching softly as he sprawled himself, toes stretching then curling over the makeshift bed.
"Hmhm...." Came a soft moan of delight.
Without much more parsimony, the half-orc climaxed adding much denser cream to the oils already pooled between his pecs.
His morning wood dealt with, Halgarm slowly got up and wiped himself before squeezing his bulk down into the ladder and into the bathroom. His pungent body odor was already reaching levels where he himself could barely ignore it, and so, in the same way he dealt with his morning libido, he got into the cold tub and washed himself as best as he could.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, Halgarm readied some breakfast, tea, soft cheese, bread and dried meat. It took him a bit of effort to coordinate his new bulk inside the smaller kitchen, but with Garm still riding the high of his previous ejaculation, distractions were still to a minimum. The Halsing half of Halgarm focused on reviewing their mission.
"We're going to scout the bazaar today. See if we find someone familiar." He said to himself, absentmindendly munching on a slice of bread with ham on it. "Hopefully nobody will recognize Halsing in us."
Breakfast finished, Halgarm got some clothes out of Halsing's drawers. They were loose fitting clothes for the orc, so they would work for the fusion. The sash and baggy pants were well filled by the merger's muscular thighs, but still were enough to cover his legs compeltely. With a linen cloak covering his shoulders and his head and leaving his chest exposed the fusion was ready to step out and head to the Bazaar.
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[Take a beat]
...
Mere moments after leaving Halsing's house, and already the day was proving to be fantastic. For Halgarm, everything was a measure meant to be weighed between his human and orc halves. From the brilliant blue sky to the raucous noise of the townsfolk, he wondered how much was different or exactly the same. He could smell the scent of freshly baked bread, for example, past the earthen tones of dust being kicked up from the streets by passersby.
Stepping out into the main thoroughfare of the busy street, it was easy to see over the heads of the mostly human crowds, so tall was the half-orc. His giant frame was enough reason for the sea of people to part and walk around him. More than once, he caught guards eyeing him - only for them to quickly look away or tuck in their chins as they shifted in place. One or two even blushed when Halgarm waved at them. Nice boys, no doubt fresh from training.
"E-excuse me," said one of them, flanking a stone archway. "This way leads to the Bizarre Bazaar. No weapons beyond this point."
"Assuming you have any!" said his partner, abruptly. "S-sorry, it's just standard procedure."
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Halgarm felt a pang of lust. It was so easy to imagine those two wrapped around his dick, sucking, milking the juices out of his rod, bouncing on it while it stretches and fills their bodies to the brim and...
"I-I don't carry anything." He blurted, rolling his massive shoulders uncomfortably. He felt his cock twitch, straining the wrap he had woven around his midsection to keep it in place. Damn it, Garm.
The half-orc raised his arms, open palms towards the guards. He took the chance to sigh, trying to release some tension in his breathing.
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[Take a beat]
[Rollz]
A mixture of instinct and muscle memory guided Halgarm as he moved. Almost second nature. Like a stage performer, he hid the anxiety in his body language, the strain in his voice, even the stiffness in his loins, behind a mask of laidback, chill demeanor.
He saw how the guards relaxed their grip on their spears, felt the tension in the air evaporating.
"Oh," said one of them, standing to attention. "Good! That's wonderful. Is, uh... is this your first time?"
Immediately, the other guard shot a glance at his partner.
"--To the Bazaar, that is!" he added.
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"Uh...Not exactly." Halgarm hesitated.
"I'm just browsing today." He finished, looking over the guards. "I'm interested in arcane stuff. Looking to buy some exotic magic stuff, heh. Do you guys know of a shop I should visit for that?"
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"Oh there're all kinds," he said. "An easy way to find the them is to look for the most expensive looking stalls, I'd reckon."
"Typical," said the other guard. "Most enchanted stuff costing an arm and a leg? Those who need them the most can't afford them, while those that can will never use them. Well, except as decorations or showpieces."
"There's a tavern just north-west of Bazaar's center called the Blue Mirror," continued the first. "They have a registry of all the shops and sellers active in the Bazaar. If you need to find someone or something specific, you could do worse than check it out for yourself."
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At the mention of the Blue Mirror Halgarm beamed.
"Hmmm...That'd just be what we need!" Said the half-orc.
Halgarm suddenly felt more cheerful and by extension he relaxed his inhibitions. He leaned over the guards grabbing them by the shoulders affectionately. "You may have helped me a lot boys! Thank you."
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[Take a beat]
The two guards paused, blushing as they averted eye-contact.
"D-d-don't mention it," one of them mumbled, sharing a smile with his partner.
"Y-yeah! All in a day's work!"
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Halgarm patted the pair one last time before making his way to the Tavern.
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Halgarm felt a wry smirk cross his face as he lumbered past the two guards, casually scratched himself as he imagined them at the foot of his bed... then he remembered the treasured Grimoire of Irba in his possession. He'd need to wash his hands later.
...
The Bizarre Bazaar was sprawling. Towering over crowds so cramped together they almost seemed like a singular living creature, Halgarm alone could appreciate the collage of colors and sounds. Every open stall was a window into another world, its vendors a reflection of distant lands and myriad cultures. Exotic spices choked the air while spurred the culinary imagination.
However, not once did the Grimoire of Irba resonate or chime to Halgarm's magical scenes.
Eventually, the street opened out to a wide, open plaza, giving the giant half-orc much needed elbow room as he scanned his surroundings. Most of the vendors in the plaza kept to the walls of the surrounding buildings, with small groups of people dotting the open space. At last, he saw the Blue Mirror, just where the guards had said it'd be.
It was large by the standards of Prospero's taverns. With a hanging garden and fountain outside for patrons wanting to enjoy the weather. The sign over the door showed the titular blue mirror within an elaborate canvas made from wavy, interwoven blue vines. The smell of ale made Halgarm's mouth water as he approached, and to his astonishment, he was able to walk inside without having to duck or even crouch.
Inside, the place was packed with people - and not just humans. Halgarm could make out elves, kobolds, even a minotaur! All huddled over tables as they drank and talked with one another.
"Welcome!" called the barkeep, a man with a trimmed beard and raven black hair. "I'll be with you in just a moment! Find yourself a seat by the bar or near the hearth!"
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Halgarm almost immediately drifted into a sense of familiarity, stemmed with all certainty from Garm's mind. To the orc, the world of taverns and social lubricants felt, for the lack of a better word, alien. To Garm, navigating the net of social interactions was second nature. The half orc almost felt a sense of relief, as he realized how useful being made of a man with brains and a man of social skill was.
The fusion perked up and walked confidently to the bar itself, snatching a stool sturdy enough for his own generous bulk.
Garm knew that in order to get the answers he wanted, he had to talk to the barkeep
"Get me a pint, love." He said with the most charming tone he could muster.
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[Roll me Presence + Socialize with a +4 from Garm.]
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( 8,2,5,5,10,2,9,7 and 3 )
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[Take a beat]
"Will do, sir!" mused the barkeep. It only took him a little while to get back to the half-orc, sliding a frothy pint in a chilled glass across the bar. "You look the thirsty sort," he said. "Consider this one on the house."
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The fusion snatched the jug and gave it a couple of gulps, letting Garm's instincts take over, if only to spare Halsing's mind the trouble of rejecting the unrefined beverage. After setting the jug down on the bar, Halgarm rolled his shoulders and let out a sound belch.
"Oh...Excuse me." He said, playfully acting sheepish.
He then waited for the Bartender to run past him to get his attention again.
"I'm looking for a magical item, I assume you're savy about what runs around here?"
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[Take a beat]
Two nearby patrons raised their mugs in salute of Halgarm's belch, and soon after the barman returned.
"You assume right, my giant friend. The Blue Mirror prides itself in being the go-to place for people wanting to spend coin during the Bizarre Bazaar. Whether you're in the market for something specific, or want a keyhole's view of what's out there, or even just good food and drink."
Slipping a hand under the counter, the human procured a large book with a pastel blue hardcover.
"This has the names, locations, and average price ranges of every merchant participating," he said, turning it around to face the fusion. "People selling magic of any kind are written in blue ink."
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"Well, I've recently acquired this grimmoire, but the only way to open it is with a very specific key..." Said the fusion feigning ignorance. "I'm trying to find the keyrune that opens it, essentially and I thought, well, someone around here would know where to find something like that."
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[Hmm... roll Presence + Streetwise, with a +5 from Garm]
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(1,2,8,8,4,3,2,9)
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From his pocket, Halgarm pulled out a single gold piece, making sure it caught the light before laying it on the bar.
The barman raised a brow, then glanced around, slipping the offered coin inside the sleeve of his shirt.
"There's a merchant whose rented out a place several blocks from here," he said, leaning over the counter as he kept his voice down. "Jaervis Thornly. Supposedly deals in stuff like that. But you didn't hear it from me."
An abrupt hoorah from a nearby table caused both Halgarm and the barman to look away from each other. Just a typical toast, foam all over the place.
The barman continued. "Password's 'shark'. Make sure to remember."
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"Got it." Said Halgarm, giving the barman a short court nod.
The fusion followed the instructions, strutting to the indicated place to meet with Jaervis.
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Just as the half-orc was about to take his leave, a familiar voice caught their attention.
"I just don't get it," said Evan, the auburn-haired mage sitting at a table. "I mean, was it something I said?"
"You do have that effect on people," said Leaf, taking a sip from his mug.
"All I said was he spends way too much time staring at the professor instead of jotting notes down. I was just trying to help!"
"Maybe you should avoid giving tips out in public. Judging by the shade of red he turned, you embarrassed him something fierce."
"I'm sorry, alright?! I'll make it up to him later."