Sachihiro

I'm slightly annoyed to go to sleep thinking I'm visiting new friends and distant family only to wake to revelry and a cerebration. I'm too tired for this, my mind still groggy but the chambers I was to sleep in are now occupied by people I don't know as well as the whole house drinking the hours away.

The main room where Richard keeps his immediate family is not a place for drunkards to stumble through. And in my exhaustion I'm stumbling, so I may be mistake for a drunkard and so I refrain from bothering him in his private chambers. There are girls in my room some of whom clearly looking to fuck.

There is a sort of peer pressure that women put men under when they are horny. Women think all men want sex at all times and if a man doesn't care to pursue a fuck he is seen as weak, or disappointing... A group of friends exert such a pressure on me now. They don't know me personally but it is known I am a guest at Richard’s home. It is known I am distant relative and so to be accommodated by the standards of the culture of the half orc tribes. Two of them are particularly pretty but all are rude and don't expect to be denied cock even with their foul mouths.

I leave them be and head into the large receiving chamber where I'm introduced to people celebrating. Distant relatives I never knew that I have a connections to through my grandfather, Billiard the Terrible. "Drink with us, make merry." they say and so I drink with them and make merry.

I'm introduced to the van Ester family of relatives, and the van Riann family of relatives and the friends that are drinking around the room. Some of the women from earlier talking amongst the men, one in particular clearly pursuing me even here as I drink. I'm starting to seem like a strange guy, not accepting the gracious invitation to fuck from a Barbarian woman. The wondering looks from the other men, the increasing curiosity from the women and so I relent, to be social, to not seem too strange.

Taking her to the chamber I was sleeping in earlier I join the couple already there and strip her down getting ready to give her what she wants, what is expected. She undresses as I do my jacket and tunic. Two of her friends wander in and around the room aimlessly, I assume they want to watch. Strange but not unheard off, I know a few people that get a kick out of watching at the top of my head without even having to think much about it.

She is eager, already wet even but from the shit coming out of her mouth you'd never be able to tell. "Come on, get it out. Don't you want to fuck a real woman? I bet you don't have women like me in your parts of the tundra, soft white skinned Barbarians that are friendly with the Southern invaders I hear. Come here; show me that pecker, ahh... there it is. It's quite small isn't it? But no worries, I didn't really expect you to be as endowed as an orc warrior."

She keeps spouting her poison even as her slit is moist and shiny with want. It's as though she thinks she's doing me a favour by letting me fuck her, but there is something not adding up here. I didn't drink so much that I should already be this drunk, but then again this is orc juice and I've never had any before today.

I grasp her roughly by the arm and splay her out before me. I've lost my patience with her and I'm now already horny. As a stud I get horny easily so I push her down, hold her, and enter into her with a hard cock. She has annoyed me and I just want to cum so I disregard any form of mutual pleasure and just fuck into her.

She is moaning and wailing and sweating as juices gush out of her. Sex feels good as it usually does but I try to make it quick so I can be sated and able to think clearly. An erect cock slows the thinking process; it’s a distraction and dulls perception and awareness in a man.

Her friends watch in bewilderment at the performance, for that's what it's turning into. Though the women, Helgret, is beside herself in pleasure the others seem more surprised at her behaviour than is warranted. Maybe they really thought my cock small and are now wondering how I'm ravishing a woman that's used to orc cocks and half-orc herself.

I eventually feel my seed coming though and I pull out and spill on the floor, a waste. But this woman doesn't deserve my seed inside her. And I know the value it has because I've seen it used to reward a man who eagerly slurps it out of the folds of his wife's cunt. I know how valuable it is because I've seen the look of satisfaction on the women I've let have it directly from the source in my days as a senior acolyte of the Brothel temple of Eros the god of lust, sexual healing and fertility.

Bonikas even burps after swallowing my entire loud, a half bear humanoid beastmen with ponderous strength and resilience. And one of the females I saw regularly at the temple as a client. But most importantly I know that my seed is special because my mates told me so. Ingwe in particular likes swallowing more than having me ejaculate inside her canal.

So I spill it on the floor of the room and indeed my mind clears as my cock deflates, I look at everything around me and I'm disgusted with it all. I pull up my pants and my tunic and jacket silently my own anger building. The women stay clear of me, I notice a few select people coming and going from the main chamber and I push my way in ‘cause I can feel my axe is in there.

"Who are all these people anyways?" I ask my host once inside and I see him.

"Just some of the locals and family. With the bounty you have provided us we thought to celebrate with our neighbours hay. Come drink and be merry with us, I am being a bad host aren't I?" Richard says with sincerity and guilt oozing off his body language.

"No need for that now. I'm sure Sachihiro has found himself eager company out in the main house," His wife says admonishing him.

She signals behind my back though, signals she thinks I can't see. Yes, this isn't a good place for me to be and now I see that clearly. These people are snakes and they want something from me, something more than I am willing to give. I look at Richard in the eye directly and he has the shame to hide his eyes behind a cup of this juice or whatever he is drinking.

I nod my understanding and grasp Kata and walk back to the main house. I turn into the chamber I was in and grab the bag with a few mundane belongings I had packed so as not to be openly using a ring of storage. Even as I walk out one of the prettier girls that was previously ignoring me is all over me now attaching herself to my arm with a smile.

I shake her off and ignore her though; it seems this entire village is in on whatever they seem to have planned. Or at least all of Richard's mates friends. There is a tent outside under which more drinking and eating is taking place to loud talking and arguing. I walk in the opposite direction of that heading home back to the Tundra.

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"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you after the way you fucked my girl!" A drunk Weylyn with a dagger in hand says walking towards me. Two of his friends behind him but both clearly more sober and seemingly confused by his statement.

"Didn't you send her to fuck him yourself?" One of them asks in innocent bewilderment.

"Shut the fuck up!" He says then faces me again and rushes in with sloppy blade work aiming to cut me up.

I sidestep grab his arm and twist his wrist breaking it with a snap. He grunts in surprise but is also immediately sober as I pull on the arm and he follows it forward, falling on his knees as I use my foot to fold the back of his knees.

He is now sweating profusely all of a sudden, his eyes looking up at me begging for mercy. Sweat dripping off his forehead in rivulets. His two friends are blinking open mouth at how quickly I've disarmed him. But both are huge purebred orcs while he is half orc half Barbarian, supposedly a cousin of mine of some sort by marriage. A big powerfully built people the half-orcs, not supposed to be a pushover when it comes to fighting. Especially against a human.

"He is clearly drunk, take him home," I say to the two goons and they nod vigorously.

"I'm taking that." I hold out my hand as one picks up the beautiful curved silver dagger Weylyn had with him. He looks at me not sure what to do, I look at Weylyn who looks away and the dagger ends up in my hand hilt first.

I walk away looking at the white ivory hilt with tribal carvings and ... are shit, It's a family heirloom. I stop and look back at the revelry still taking place in the tent a ways away. No one in the tent seems to have noticed the little drama that took place a minute ago. I sigh and turn back; I should return this to his brother who seemed to have a better head on his shoulders.

I walk back into the tent and find a space between a laughing and smiling Gregrè who seems completely oblivious of what the fuck is going on as he smiles happily at me while letting me sit. Even silently passing me a drink with a little grin as he listens to the speaker next to him attentively. I wait and sip very little of what's offered also trying to figure out the reasons for all this behaviour.

Then I notice Gregrè stiffen and I turn to face him and see him look at the hilt protruding from my waist, and then looks up at my face all smiles gone before getting up and walking away without a word.

"Shit," I say as I know that look, that's a look of a man that's gone to get a weapon.

I look within myself, could I have avoided what is about to happen? Is this, any of this my fault somehow? I don't know, I don't think so. But it saddens me to have to kill people that are supposed to be kin to me. I sigh and resign myself getting up.

I walk out of the tent and I see I'm facing six individuals with axes; two of them duel wielding a dagger and axe. Gregrè rushes forward without a word and I grin sadly at him, a true warrior this.

Our weapons clash deflecting each other, my elbow connecting to the side of his head surprising him before Katya rips into his side from back to front spreading his guts and blood all over the grass. I swerve from a swing coming from the side and block the one coming from behind with an overhead block before kicking out behind me bending the opponent forward.

I duck under another swing from the front and meet a shoulder charge shoulder to shoulder stopping it cold with only a shifting of soil. A head butt destroys the nose of the half orc before me whipping his head back and I head butt his chin which is much harder than a human's but it cracks with a little click and I pull him to the side where he covers my flank with his dazed form.

I deflect strikes from the dual wielders using both my Kata and the Dagger I claimed earlier. Sparks lighting flying as Kata chips their blades little by little in the furious exchange of blows we participate in. I'm standing stalk still and just deflecting, deflecting as they throw all their skill at me.

Both competent, both quite skilled. Very skilled for people that have never left their corner of Sandaria and as our exchange gets to about 40 seconds long I swerve past the next strike from the one of my left and he overextends giving an opening and I use the dagger to cut all along his ribs chipping the rib bones, as well as I, go past him.

I push myself back hard into the chest of the one coming behind me with his arms out wide. My back hits into his wide chest barely moving him back but stopping his forward momentum. My head whips back but I'm unlucky and its tusks I hit into doing no damage to him who enfolds me into a bear hug of sorts dropping his axe.

Another rushes forward with a billow to finish me thinking me immobilized but I send my foot up and over my shoulder kicking the orc holding me in the face. Then lodging Kata deeply into his thigh twice in quick succession breaking his thigh bone on the second hit.

The arms around me unfold as I meet the axe ahead with Kata to sparks flying but not disabling him as I have to dodge a spear thrown from an unexpected direction. I swerve with a reverse kick and plant it solidly in my opponent’s face nearly taking him off his feet. Another spear comes flying in and I swerve around it spinning and letting Kata fly as always with unstoppable precision and accuracy and connect with a wet thump into the chest of Richard's mate, another spear already in her hand.

I look around me and silence permeates the atmosphere, everyone is shocked Richard most of all. I look at him as he holds his mate up, blood bubbling from her mouth. Gregrè gets up from the single knee he was balancing on with a wince but also a weapon in hand and faces me.

"Here, I had come to return this by the way," I say throwing the dagger which lodges deeply into his thigh. He grunts and stumbles, a hand from one of the women balances him but he quickly pushes her away.

"So this is the hospitality of the half Barbarian tribes hidden in the mountains. The descendants of all our elders that were such great warriors that they couldn't find death in battle amongst their own people and walked alone to challenge the orcs of the mountains. This is how you choose to treat your kin who has come to bring you back to the fold.

"Well then as it was done to me so shall it be done to you. From this day onwards our people will be at odds unless blood is shed and death achieved to quench it. My people will kill yours where they see them, my children will blood themselves on your children. My family will never again be short on people to raid and prey upon for we know where you are."

I look at all of them before looking back at Richard. "Give me my axe back for if I fetch it myself she will not survive."

He looks around and sees no one ready to attack me. None are dead yet but that could change at any time and it does as one thinking he is sneaking up on me with a short sword misses me completely. I grab him and twist him using his own momentum then spin his head around to face his back with an ugly ripping sound as his spin snaps with loud pops.

He drops at my feet and not even ten seconds latter Kata is tossed at my feet as well and clothes are being used to try to stop the woman's bleeding. I pick up my axe, wipe it on the dead man and I'm off with a jog.

I wake from the dream sitting up like an animated corpse, that was too vivid, I even knew their names. How do I know their names?