An Orc at College series Box Set, page 31
part #1 of Orc at College Series
“But you want him to now?”
She nodded.
Trixiel’s hands reached the waistband of Trorm’s slacks. Deftly, her fingers undid the buckle of his belt, then the button and fly of the pants themselves. “They’re so fucking hot, aren’t they?” she whispered in his ear.
His traitorous erection jumped in response. This was not his to see but he couldn’t look away. Not his to hear, but he couldn’t not. He was being torn apart inside, his emotions thrown into chaos from the combination of betrayal and affection before him. In the end, lust was the only thing that made sense and the part of him that was still aware enough hated him for it.
Trixiel opened his slacks and let them fall, along with his boxers. His member sprang free, rampant and hard before them. It dwarfed Nymal’s half-hard member and his tip gleamed with precum.
Trorm managed to turn his head just enough to glare at Trixiel as her hands hovered mere inches away from him. When he’d first learned that she was still around, he’d threatened to expose her if she did anything sexual with Trisha’s body. He’d given her several other threats as well, but this was one of the ones he’d been most afraid of her following through on. Whatever she did, Trisha was the one who would have to live with the consequences. He should have known the crazy cleric would take it as some kind of personal challenge. Hers was a deity of the forbidden, after all.
She smirked at him and wrapped her hands around his shaft to stroke him.
He groaned into his gag. Before him, Abigail directed Nymal onto the bed, placing her on her hands and knees, the tablet directly in front of her.
She ran her hands over the elf’s bottom, kneading and squeezing the pert cheeks. “You want to submit to Trorm like she did?”
Nymal nodded.
“Even though you’re an elf, you want that orc to take you?”
Nymal hesitated, then said. “Y-yes. I d-don’t care that he’s an orc.”
Abigail reached between Nymal’s legs to give her erection a squeeze. “I see that.”
Nymal moaned.
“If he took you like that, it would be rough,” Abigail said, giving Nymal several strokes before pulling her hand back to lick the fingers so that they glistened with saliva. “It would be the ultimate submission to him.”
“Yes,” Nymal said. “Yes, I want that.”
“You want to be an orc-wife?” Abigail asked, positioning her wet fingers at Nymal’s entrance.
“Gods above help me,” Nymal gasped. “I do. I want to be Trorm’s orc-wife.”
Abigail pressed a finger into Nymal’s anus. Then another.
Nymal gasped.
“Even if you have to share him with his other orc-wives?” Abigail asked, picking up the pace of her fingers. They thrust into Nymal harder. Then harder, jerking her forward. “You know what they’d say about an elf like that. What they’d say about you.” She added a third finger.
Nymal gasped. Her penis jumped. Her breasts and genitals bounced with the force of Abigail’s thrusts, forceful but positively gentle compared to the pounding taking place on the screen before her. “I-I do! I do. I want it. I want him.”
Trixiel began stroking Trorm’s erection more quickly, adjusting her grip so that it was tight one moment and loose the next as her fingers ran the length of him. “Do you hear that, Trorm? The little elf-slut wants your big orc cock in her ass. She wants to marry you.”
Trorm felt as if he were going to explode. Pleasure coursed through his body. Rage through his chest. All of his pain, his anger, his confusion, none of it had an outlet, so it turned to need. His erection leapt in Trixiel’s hands. Nymal’s words did him honor even as Trixiel shamed him.
Would Nymal still want him if she could see him now? He roared into his gag. He had to break free! He couldn’t let this happen. Whatever game Trixiel was playing, he refused to be a part of it.
“They’re both just so fuckable, aren’t they?” Trixiel asked, matching her strokes with Abigail’s. “You going to tell me a big strong orc like you hasn’t thought of fucking Trisha’s baby girl? Imagine it, Trorm. The both of them bent over, waiting for you to claim them. To make them both your wives.”
Nymal cried out at the same time Trorm did.
She fell forward onto the bed, a small trickle of clear liquid dribbling from her member as she moaned.
Trorm’s seed exploded from him in a great arc. It would have splashed upon the bed’s occupants had they been on the same plane of existence. Instead, his seed flew right through them and fell through the bed to vanish into wherever things that weren’t supposed to exist on the astral plane went.
Trixiel giggled and let him go. “Think either of them would be willing to submit to you if they knew how easily I just did this to you?”
Trorm bellowed in rage. The tendrils gave way, shattering before his wrath. For a moment, Trixiel’s face became a mask of fear. Then she hurled him with the tendrils still binding him.
Trorm flew through the air, down through the floor and stairs, until he reached the kitchen. There was a flash of purple light and he struck the tile floor. Hard. Stars flashed behind his eyes and pain exploded through his body.
Distantly he was aware of the sound of embarrassed squeals. He pulled himself upright and nearly vomited from the sense of vertigo that accompanied the motion. With a groan, he pushed through it and fixed his clothing as he stormed from the kitchen to the stairs. Trixiel couldn’t hide on the astral plane forever. He was going to catch her and then he was going to show her what real power was.
He found her at the base of the stares, looking sweet and innocent and…concerned. Her shirt had been unknotted so that it covered her torso completely and there was none of the mischief of earlier about her.
Trisha Madden
Gender: Female
Emotion: CONCERNED.
Interest Level: 5
Trixiel had gone, leaving Trisha behind, and no outlet for Trorm’s fury.
“Gods dammit,” he roared, spun on his heel, and stormed out of the house.
Chapter Four
The draco-truck roared from the engine and all three maws as it raced down the hallway, barely keeping to the speed limit. It was as if the enchanted vehicle could sense the turmoil roiling within its master. Trorm gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were yellow. He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached.
Winnie had secretly recorded them having sex and shared the video without his permission. Abigail had been in cahoots with her about it. Abigail, who had been a good friend and staunch ally. Nymal hadn’t even raised a word of protest at the sight. Then again, she’d seemed more than infatuated with him.
Nymal had said she wanted to be his wife. Had she been serious or had that just been something said in the heat of passion? She’d had sex with Abigail. Abigail had had sex with Nymal. A part of his brain told him there’d been no genital penetration. The rest of his brain told that part to shut the frozen hells up because they’d still had sex together and the jealousy that flared through him didn’t care what the nature of the acts were.
Not that he had a claim to either of them. Not only because that wasn’t the nature of their current relationships but because of what had just happened. Trixiel had turned him into her toy. She’d turned him into her puppet and played with him. He was so weak! The shame of it made him furious.
Trorm slammed his hands on the steering wheel, earning a bellow from one of the dragon heads.
That would never happen again. Never.
He as not weak. He was not powerless. But he had absolutely no idea what the frozen hells he was supposed to do about her. Anything he did to Trixiel would also hurt Trisha. Only the secrecy of her existence was keeping Abigail and Lilian safe from her. Lilian was a powerful paladin but even she hadn’t been able to stand up against her mother before and Abigail was a magewright who worked with improving enchantments in computers. If what he’d just experienced was anything to go by, Trixiel would go through them like a warg with rabbits.
Abigail had betrayed him. Did he owe her any sort of protection? He didn’t know. Did she love him? Did he love her? Nothing could happen between them anyway, right? Her family was hosting him while he stayed in Aflana and one word from them would see him sent back to the Glorious Horde and expelled from the Academy of Arcane Ascension. His chest pounded and he could hear the blood rushing through his own temples. What the frozen hells was Abigail doing?
She gave him enchanted sunglasses that let him not only read emotions but told him how sexually and romantically interested somebody was with him. Despite her own interest level being the highest he’d ever seen anybody hold with the sunglasses, she seemed more invested in his other relationships than her own with his. She and Winnie had been plotting together and they’d shared video recordings of their sexual exploits. Abigail had had sex with Nymal. Nymal, who said she wanted to marry him.
Trorm screamed. His thoughts were so circular he was giving himself a headache. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. This was Aflana. He hadn’t expected any sort of romantic entanglement to happen while he was here of all places. Tibs was the one who always had the girls around him.
Tibs! He was missing. That, at least, was something Trorm could do something about. He took the next exit and a few minutes later pulled into the driveway of Tib’s house. He paused before getting out.
This was the place where he and Winnie had made love for the first time. The memory brought a spark of arousal and a stab of pain. She’d been so forthright then, with an almost off-putting degree of frankness. Something must have happened between that first time together and the time she’d recorded them.
He pushed the thought from his mind. He wasn’t here to think about Winnie, or Abigail, or Nymal, or Tixiel. He was here to find and help his friend. A friend who’d been missing for weeks without him noticing. Shame washed over him.
Adjusting his grip on his staff, Trorm set off for the house. It didn’t take him long to find the hidden key in the back, though it turned out to not be necessary. The back door was unlocked. He made his way inside without bothering to turn on the lights. He could see just fine in the dark.
The house was more or less as Trorm remembered it. Nothing disturbed. No signs of a struggle or a break in. If it had been an angry ex-girlfriend, the house would have been a mess of shattered objects. Or perhaps that was him projecting what he’d expect of a scorned orc woman. Humans and elves didn’t always have the same reactions as his kind to certain things.
A quick search of the downstairs didn’t reveal anything. Trorm hadn’t expected it to. If there’d be any clues about Tibb’s disappearance they would be in either his office, his studio, or his bedroom, all of which were upstairs. It would have forever shamed him as a Coldstorm however, if he’d gone upstairs without checking the down for enemies and then been taken from behind.
A sound echoed through the apparently empty house and he froze. He wasn’t alone. Of course, he wasn’t. The back door had been unlocked. Whoever it was, they were upstairs, trying to keep quiet, and doing a poor job of it. Whoever they were was an amateur at stealth and Trorm bit down the rush of frustration that threatened to overwhelm him—he should have heard them here sooner. Was he going to do anything right tonight?
Just because whoever it was didn’t know how to sneak very well didn’t mean they weren’t a capable combatant. Two of Trorm’s elder brothers were terrible at stealth but were individuals he’d never want to take on in a purely melee exchange. Adjusting his grip on his staff, Trorm made his way over to the stairs, and took them silently.
The sounds were coming from Tibb’s bedroom. He paused outside the door and silently cast a quick divination spell, one of the new ones he’d learned while working with the police. The partially open door before him didn’t vanish, but it was suddenly no longer an obstacle to Trorm’s vision.
There was a small figure in a hoodie crouched down by the bed, rummaging underneath it. Not gnome or goblin small, more likely an elf or a short human. They appeared to be alone. Trorm readied another spell and burst through the door.
The figure leapt upright with a scream as Trorm cast still another spell learned from his time with the police, this one from the school of evocation. The figure suddenly found her arms and legs pinned to her side and she toppled over with a yelp.
Trorm loomed over her, staff held aloft and pointed at her face. It was a pretty face, if ruined somewhat by the dark makeup that made the woman in the hood look like a bandit and the expression of abject terror. “Who are you?” Trorm demanded. “Where’s Tibs?”
The woman’s mouth opened and closed several times. Then she burst into tears.
That was not the reaction Trorm had expected and for a moment he dropped his guard. He caught himself quickly though. Thankfully the woman before him didn’t seem to notice.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whimpered. “P-please don’t hurt me.”
Trorm didn’t want to hurt her and had no intention of doing so. It was probably best not to let her know that though.
He crouched down beside her. “Who are you?”
“H-Hannah,” she said, sniffling.
“Hannah what? What’s your clan name?” Trorm demanded.
She blinked up at him. “Clan name?”
Hannah Collins
Gender: Female
Emotion: Terrified
Interest Level: 1
Trorm rolled his eyes. “Surname. Never mind. You are Hannah Collins, yes?”
“Oh gods,” she gasped. “You’ve been spying on me.”
Trorm cocked his head. “Why would I be spying on you?”
“I don’t know,” she wailed through a fresh wave of tears. “Why’d you kidnap Tibs?”
Trorm scowled. Then understanding dawned. “Oh, gods above, you’re one of his girlfriends, aren’t you?”
She blinked, staring up at him stupidly. “Uh…yeah. Yeah I am.”
“Why are you here?” Trorm asked, not bothering to hide his irritation. He thought he knew now, but it was better to confirm.
“I-I’m looking for Tibs,” she said, voice becoming more steady. “Why are you here?”
Trorm stood up. “I’m looking for Tibs.”
“I won’t let you hurt him!” The young woman’s expression was remarkably fierce for someone who’d just been balling.
“Good,” Trorm said and dismissed the spell binding her.
Hannah let out a little yelp as her hands and feet were freed from their invisible bonds. She stared at her limbs, then up at Trorm. “Okay, what?”
Trorm sighed. “Tibs is a friend of mine. I’m looking for him to help him.”
The girl gave him a more thorough once over and recognition dawned. “Oh, my gods, your Trorm Coldstrorm! That orc wizard from his song.” She let out a sigh and seemed to decompress. “Thank Thodos. If you’re looking for him, he’s going to be alright.” RELIEVED.
“He will?” Trorm asked, suddenly confused.
“Well yeah,” Hannah said, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, you’re Trorm freaking Coldstorm. I’ve seen the vids of you fighting those monsters. You’re like a total badass.”
That was news to Trorm. He certainly didn’t feel badass after being turned into Trixiel’s little puppet. Truth be told, he was feeling borderline incompetent after everything that had come to light that evening.
“Do you have any idea what happened to him?” Trorm asked.
Hannah nodded, then stopped and shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense! I mean…” she took a deep breath. “People keep seeing him around, but…nobody he really knows. He’s not dating or singing or doing any of the usual things. Nobody who cares about him can get close to him or get in touch and he hasn’t been home in forever.” DEJECTED.
Trorm furrowed his brow. Tibs was one of the most approachable people he’d ever met. Also, among the most sociable. Tibs loved the spotlight. Ghosting everyone like this wasn’t like him in the slightest.
“When was the last time you spoke with him?” Trorm asked.
Hannah made a circular gesture with her hand that Trorm took to mean ‘a long time ago.’ “Back when the university was still open. My friend Jill, she was in this abusive relationship. So, I told Tibs about it, ‘cause they were a complicated on-again-off-again thing, but she just kept saying it was some kind of lifestyle choice or some bullshit. So, I told Tibs about it and he said he’d go talk to her at this club that she and her guy liked to go, and now….”
Now he’d been missing for weeks. Maybe over a month. Sort of. People had apparently seen Tibs around, just not anyone who actually knew him.
“I told the police about the asshole but because people keep seeing Tibs around, they say there’s nothing they can do,” Hannah went on. “I came here trying to find proof of…I don’t know. Just, proof, you know?”
“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” Trorm asked.
She gave a sheepish grin. EMBARASSED. “That obvious?”
“Yes,” Trorm said. Tibb’s file had said something about him being seen at a club. That would be his next stop. “Tell me about this friend Jill, the man she’s involved with, and this club they visit.”
Chapter Five
Silver Whispers was difficult to find. The club was in a discreet corner of downtown. Despite having lived in New Augustine for several months now, Trorm had not done much exploring beyond the area around the police precinct and Saint Scrolwerds campus. He’d had no cause to visit downtown, which was difficult to navigate with many streets only going one way.
Parking was another difficulty. Once he’d managed to find Silver Whispers, which had no obvious signage, he had to find a parking garage and forked over ten dollars for the privilege of the space and had to walk a block and a half over to the stairwell he’d seen leading down to the club’s entrance. Several people in long coats or leather costumes waited outside. A few of the people actually wore leashes or collars and one woman had a red ball gag in her mouth.
