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Chapter Twenty-Five – Nathaniel Conway
Nathaniel heard the attack before he saw it, and was already moving so Thomas landed where he had once been. The teenager had dropped down from the rafters. “Have to be faster than that,” the elf chided.
A strong arm wrapped around him before behind. “And you can’t let your guard down,” Skang growled in his ear.
Grabbing the arm Nathaniel twisted and the orc let out a howl of surprise as he was tossed over the shoulder and into Thomas, the two went down in a heap of arms and legs. They crashed into a table and the vase on it wobbled, Nathaniel dove and grabbed it as it fell, landing on top of Skang. The orc caught him and braced him. They shared a quick look between the vase and themselves. “Good save,” Skang whispered.
A low growl told the trio they had been discovered and a look of panic crossed Thomas’s gaze. Skang lightly tossed Nathaniel back, the elf rolled and stood up in front of Nignath and offered her the vase he held. “No worse for wear,” he said with a smile.
“When I suggested exercise, I didn’t mean ambushes in the living room,” the orc maiden said, taking the vase and placing a hand on Nathaniel’s cheek. He felt the warmth of her magic entering him.
“Sorry,” he replied, “restless, I should leave soon. My sister has been waiting for me, am I strong enough to leave?”
A forlorn look crossed Nignath’s face, she seemed to shake herself and she shook her head. “A couple more days,” she replied. “Your heart is racing too fast for the degree of drills you just did, you would get tired quickly. Don’t let him push himself,” this was directed at the other two nearby.
“Zugzug,” Skang replied. “Would be better if he could get outside, perhaps you can speak to Warlord Gorn again? Convince him our blue-eyed guest is no danger?”
“I’ll try,” Nignath said, setting the vase down. “Enough ‘exercise’ for now, go read a book or something.”
“I read them all,” Nathaniel said, “but I will go rest for a bit.” He stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek before nodding to the two males and walking to the small room that he slept in. Slipping off his tunic he stared at his reflection, over the past month, food, rest and wrestling with Skang and Thomas had filled out his frame, he was almost to what he had been before he lost his soul. Another appeared in the reflection.
“She doesn’t want you to leave,” Skang said.
“I know,” Nathaniel said, “she’s making up things now. I need to go; our lives have been on hiatus long enough. Can you help me leave, tonight?”
“She’ll know it was me,” the orc sighed. “Last time she got pissed off at me, she wouldn’t talk to me for six months. But of course I will help, after she falls asleep. Do you need anything before you rest … food, drink?” Skang poured a glass of water from the pitcher resting nearby and approached. One curse they hadn’t been able to fix.
“A drink would be great,” Nathaniel said sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“Open,” Skang said and the elf’s lips parted. The cool water tasted good.
“What am I going to do?” he asked sadly. “I still need handfed to eat or drink anything, I thought my mind was better and it is on so many things.   How come I cannot overcome this?!”
“What did he do to you when you failed to swallow on command?” Skang asked. Nathaniel thought back to the moment when he’d bitten into the sausage offered and the blows that followed. He’d pissed himself … “Nathaniel!” Skang’s shout brought him back out of the nightmare and he found himself in the orc’s embrace, tears of shame were falling down his cheeks. “That is what you have to conquer to be truly free, I’m sorry to have brought you back there.”
Nathaniel nodded and took a deep breath. “I think I rather face an angry Nignath,” he said.
“You say that now,” Skang said standing, “but trust me, you would not. Get some rest we’ll leave tonight.”
Nathaniel stretched out on the cot, the time with the Earth Mother, if that who the being truly was had left one lasting blessing his dreams were peaceful. Tonight he would be back with Sara and Foster.
Shouts woke him, it was dark and he sat up bewildered. Though confusion quickly left as the scents and sounds registered; a battle. “Uncle Nathaniel!” Thomas ran into room, a look of panic on his young face, “the Alliance is attacking!”
Frowning Nathaniel stood, his loyalties torn for a brief moment. “I need a bow,” he said, he would protect those that had cared for him.
“No,” a gruff voice said and Nathaniel looked over at Legor, he had his daughter Grimma in his arms which he offered to the elf. “You need to protect my children.” The large orc moved over Nathaniel’s bed and moved it aside with ease. Underneath was a trap door. “Go!” the orc ordered. Thomas stood there uncertain and his father roughly pushed him toward the door.   The large orc offered Nathaniel a dagger with a large curved blade. “Best I have,” he said. He brushed the top of Grimma’s head. “I’ll be back.”
“I can fight,” Nathaniel said.
A rough hand on his neck answered and he was shoved toward the trap door. He stumbled and braced a hand on the back of Grimma so she wouldn’t fall. Dropping down through the opening, he landed lightly on the ground. There was a loud crash and darkness descended. The small child in his arms let out a sob. “It will be okay,” the elf said. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness and he saw the shadow of Thomas and moved toward him.
“This happen often?” he whispered, taking Thomas’s hand and squeezing it lightly. The other jumped, unable to see in the dark.
“First time I’ve seen,” Thomas replied, in the same hushed tone. Down in the cellar it was impossible to hear the battle.
“They’ll be okay,” Nathaniel said. He sat down, his back against the cool stone wall, Thomas curled up next to him and they waited. Grimma sobbed into his chest asking for her Mommy and Daddy. As time dragged on, Nathaniel’s concern increased. Eventually Grimma cried herself asleep. “Thomas,” he said, “this doesn’t look good.”
“What do we do?” Thomas asked. Just then there was a loud crash from above and both startled. Grabbing the teenager’s hand he dragged him to the far corner.
“Pray,” Nathaniel answered, “that I am a good actor. I promised your father I would keep you safe, I need you to help me honor that but taking care of your sister for me.”
“Uncle Nathaniel …”
“Trust me, Thomas; there is nothing they could do to me that hasn’t been done.” The shouts could be heard now, and they were in Common. Kissing the emerald forehead, “stay in the shadows,” he said placing the knife on the ground and then moved over to the ladder as he heard the bed above get shoved aside and more excited shouts. Glancing over at the children he saw Thomas place a hand over his sister’s mouth. “Is there someone there?” Nathaniel shouted in Common. “Please, don’t leave me here!” The door was opened and the elf hurried up the ladder colliding with a broad chest, the trapdoor slammed down behind him. “Oh, thank the Light,” Nathaniel said, “I thought those brutes would keep me trapped forever!”
“What the hell?”
“An elf?”
“My lucky day.”
Nathaniel looked around the room there was a trio of humans, dressed in battle armor. Fresh blood splattered across it. The largest human stood well over six feet tall and approached, he gestured at the trap door. “Anything else down there?”
“Just my sleeping blanket,” Nathaniel said, letting fear creep into his voice. “Please don’t send me back down … I’ll be good.”
“Oh, baby, why would I do that?” the large human said approaching and Nathaniel took a step back, the term of endearment sending chills down his back.
“You’re scaring him, Derek … you are sure it’s a boy, sure is pretty.”
“No tits,” the man called Derek said moving closer until Nathaniel had nowhere to go, pressed against the wall. A cool gauntlet hand traced down his bare chest. “Such beautiful blue eyes … guess I get some booty from this raid after all.” Suddenly cruel lips pressed down on his and Nathaniel screamed into the foul mouth that ravaged him as the men around him chuckled.
“Tag and bag him, Derek, the Horde will have reinforcements soon.” Something sharp pricked his shoulder and his screams were silenced as darkness descended.
Blackness that was lifted with the feeling of something hard pressed into his belly, took a moment to realize it was a saddle horn. The rocking of the horse made his head spin. Through his loose hair he tried to get his bearings. He was definitely on a horse, in the back of a slow moving caravan. Slow moving because of the prisoners traveling behind the last horse. Most were females in heavy chains; a few children were there as well. To his despair Nignath was in the lead, her head held up proudly as she was forced to walk. There was dried blood on the left side of her face. “Where are we?” he asked in Orcish which caused himself to pull cruelly up in the saddle.
“Awake already?” Derek asked. “Tell me, how does a High Elf learn to speak Orc?”
“Prisoner long enough you learn,” Nathaniel said, coolly. “I am a High Elf, why are you treating me like this?” He pulled at his hands that were bound behind him.
The large man shrugged and laughed darkly, “all you elves look the same from behind, isn’t that right green eyes?” Nathaniel followed the human’s gaze and gasped at another elf being pulled behind a horse to their left. He had pale blonde hair, similar to Nathaniel’s, that hung down matted and covered with blood. The other prisoner was naked, familiar blood stains down his thighs spoke of the abuse already suffered. Derek laughed darkly, “Couldn’t help myself, love fucking you elves. But you’ll wait until we’re at camp.”
“We’re still in the Badlands,” Nignath said suddenly in Orc.
That was all he needed, he let out a shrill whistle. This was different from the one he had heard from Sara earlier in the month. He didn’t expect an answer. He did however expect the hand that clapped over his mouth.
“What was that little birdy?” Derek hissed. “A distress call?”
Suddenly the whistle came again from Nignath, and then down the chain of prisoners as lashes struck to silence them.
Nathaniel bit the hand that held him and as it pulled back said simply, “it is your doom. I’d fuck me now, you won’t get another chance.” In Orc he begged the females to be quiet and the message had been sent. They fell silent as one.
The human snorted. “Eager to have my prick in you,” he said, “don’t worry it will be soon enough.” Nathaniel fell quiet and looked out across the land they were crossing, he hadn’t been allowed outside so the barren lands were new to him. A calloused hand slid into the waistband of his pants and cupped his flaccid manhood. “Not much to you,” Derek growled in his ear. Nathaniel whimpered trying hard to hang onto the thread of reasoning. The hand squeezed and he let out a cry.   “Oh yes, you are going to be so good … presenting that ass to me to be fucked.”
The string snapped and Nathaniel shuddered. “I have been trained in the 42 ways to pleasure the male body,” he said, looking over his shoulder lustily at the human that held him. A look of shock crossed Derek’s face and Nathaniel felt himself grow hard in the human’s hand.
“Oh, this just got interesting,” Derek growled, his lips moved to Nathaniel’s neck. And the elf tilted his head giving him access. He grinded his ass against the hardness he felt growing between the human’s legs. “Oh, baby,” Derek said, “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I like it.”
“Come on,” a voice shouted, “keep it in your pants. We’re not out of Horde Territory yet.”
“He’s right,” Derek said hoarsely as his hand started to stroke Nathaniel’s hardness. “So tiny, barely a handful …”
“By the Sunwell, leave him alone!” the elf that walked beside them said, “He’s just a child, you monster!”
“A child?” Derek snorted at the same time squeezing Nathaniel’s manhood hard. “He looks just like you, elf, and your ass fit my cock nicely. He’ll do.”
Nathaniel felt a pang of jealousy at the comment; his master had already taken another. The hands bound behind him brushed against the crotch of Derek and he slipped them into the human’s waistband wrapping them around the hardness he found. “Fuck,” the human growled in his ear.
“Nathaniel, what are you doing?” Nignath growled.
The elf looked towards the orc, confused. “I …” he stared at her a long moment. “He …” words were hard to speak; it felt as if his mouth was full of cotton. His fingers tightened around the flesh he held and Derek let out a howl. Nathaniel’s fingers flew open. “Sorry, Master!” he pleaded.
Sharp teeth bit into his shoulder and the elf cried out. “The master bit saved you from worse,” Derek said, “I like that … you have been well trained, did the orcs fuck you?”
“No, Master,” Nathaniel answered, happy that he had pleased his keeper.
“Their loss,” Derek said, Nathaniel flinched as something wet crossed the bite from earlier. The human was licking at the blood he’d drawn. “How much further until we reach the Loch?” he shouted at a companion.
“A few hours,” the shorter man sighed. “Horny bastard, why don’t you ride up ahead? We’ll catch up with our own whores in a bit.”
Derek needed no other urging as he forced his horse into a gallop. One hand on the reins the other firmly tucked into Nathaniel’s leggings, squeezing and playing with the quivering flesh within. They hadn’t gone far when a warm feeling started to build in the elf’s loin he bucked and let out a small cry. “Master … I …” his whole body shook as he released.
Derek chuckled and pulled his hand out. “That was sexy, baby,” he said, taking a lick of the dampness on his hand before offering it to Nathaniel. The elf quickly cleaned his seed from the fingers of the other taking time to suckle each finger, teasing it. By the third finger his Master was moaning. “Fuck this,” he said pulling up on the reins. “And by this I mean you, my imp.”
Tossing Nathaniel down from the saddle, the elf fell to his knees. Nathaniel stayed there as the human got off his horse. Looking up expectantly he licked his lips. “May I pleasure you with my mouth?” he asked.
“Oh no, that’s only for my wife,” Derek said, “There is only one hole I want.”
Nathaniel nodded. “Free my hands?” he asked, “I won’t run … I just want to please you.”
A knife appeared in the human’s hand as he reached behind and sliced the rope binding Nathaniel’s wrist. Glancing around the elf found a suitable boulder and grabbing Derek’s hand, led him over to it. After gesturing for him to sit, Nathaniel stepped back and slipped out of his leather leggings. “Shit, you’re small,” Derek said with a wicked grin. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small vial. Then he undid his pants and his throbbing cock sprung out. It was even larger than Vance’s and Nathaniel gasped. “Think you can take it all, baby?” Derek asked as he uncorked the vial he held and poured the liquid on his hardness massaging it. Nathaniel nodded and moved to position himself to straddle the human, facing away. Slowly he lowered himself, his tight opening pressed against the firm flesh beneath. Taking calming breaths he tried to relax and open up as he had been taught. “Damn, you’re tight,” Derek growled in his ear. “Which is going to make this so much fun ...” Broad hands were placed on his shoulders and he was suddenly forced all the way down.   Nathaniel screamed in pain as he was forced open. A dark laugh answered him. “You really thought we were here for your pleasure? Fuck me whore!”
Struggling to comply with the order given, Nathaniel gathered his legs under him to stand, pulling himself up on the shaft. The hands on his shoulder forced him down again and he sobbed, but continued to move up and down, after a dozen thrusts his Master growled and grabbing him turned them both around so he was face down on the rock, the large cock still buried in his ass. “Look at that blood, are you a virgin, slut? Damn … so fucking tight, but you milk like a pro. I ain’t going to last long … that’s right; your ass is hungry for my cock isn’t it?”
Nathaniel never heard the attack only the after effect of being showered by crimson. His entire body was splattered with blood, Derek’s blood. The human had no chance to make a death cry, the large cock slid out as what was left fell to the ground. Pushing himself up off the rock, Nathaniel saw a ghoul gnawing on the severed head of his captor. In front of him stood a man, dressed in black armor.
“Nathaniel!”
The battered elf’s gaze turned to the orc that ran up to him, her healing magic embracing him. He stood stiff in her arms trying to make the pieces fit, he was missing something.
“Nathaniel?” the orc maiden said again.
It was the one in armor that answered her. “Forgive me,” he said in a voice that Nathaniel knew. The helm was removed and the knight moved toward him, “I’m sorry, Baby Brother, so sorry … I came as fast as I could. Once again it was not fast enough, I love you Baby Brother, come back to me one more time.”
Nathaniel gasped and looked between Foster and Nignath. The threads rewove and he gagged. “Oh …”   Strong arms wrapped around him.
“It wasn’t you,” Foster said, “he pushed you back into that hole, you only did what you were trained to do. I love you, Baby Brother … I’m so sorry.”
“Hello Foster,” Nignath said, “they told me you were dead.”
“I am,” Foster answered.
“I see that,” she replied. “I have heard rumors of your kind.”
Nathaniel grabbed ahold of Foster’s ponytail hard, leaving crimson streaks on the ivory locks. “You saved the others?” he asked, his body started to shake uncontrollably.
“I did,” Foster answered. “When you weren’t with them I came looking. I saw him … he wasn’t even fit to be a ghoul after that.”
Nathaniel played with the hair he held taking deep breaths. “I knew you would come,” he said, “I knew I just had to keep them busy but then, he touched me and he said … I couldn’t help myself it was so easy to let .. to let the slut take over again and deal with it, so I didn’t have to. I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.”
“You two need a moment alone?” A gruff voice asked.
The elf startled and looked over at Legor. It dawned on him he was standing in Foster’s arms naked and he pulled back. Or at least he tried to, his brother’s embrace tightened. “I freed your people, take them and leave,” Foster said.
“I will but not without the elf,” Legor said. “We owe his brother …”
“I am that brother,” Foster said and a look of surprise crossed the orc’s face. He glanced at his wife who was standing silently beside him and she nodded. “Thank you for taking care of him these past months and for … everything.”
“Your Sister was never truly alone,” Nignath said, “I’m glad … Foster … I ...”
Foster’s eyes moved to Legor. “Thank you,” he said, “for loving her and my son when I could not. I wish you both a long and happy life.”
Legor took off his shirt and tossed it toward Foster who caught it, draping it over Nathaniel. “Nathaniel,” the orc said, “Thomas and Grimma were unharmed, thank you … I am sorry we didn’t arrive in time to stop him.”
“Sadly I’m more used to it than I should be,” the elf replied with a small shrug. “I’m glad the children were unharmed. What of the others, Skang?”
“He is well,” Nignath said finally finding her voice, she moved forward and placed a hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder letting her magic enter him. “He is with Sarophas, the other elf that ghoul bait brutalized. They are … um, a couple.”
“I … I didn’t know,” Nathaniel said, “is he okay? That man was not gentle.”
“He will be,” Nignath said lowering her hand. “In time. Time heals many wounds …” her eyes moved to Foster. “But not all …”
“I am long past the aid of any healer,” Foster said.
“That wasn’t the wound I was talking about,” Nignath replied. She brushed Nathaniel’s cheek, her fingers came back crimson. “Bathe before you return to your sister; she doesn’t need to see this. Take care … and thank you, for everything.”
“Tell Thomas goodbye for me, perhaps one day we will meet again, until then Al diel shala, safe travels,” Nathaniel kissed her on the cheek before turning toward Foster, “I want to go home.”
His brother let out a whistle and Knight walked into the clearing, Legor swore under his breath. Foster climbed in the saddle first then reached down and pulled Nathaniel up to sit in front of him. Nignath grabbed Nathaniel’s pants from where they laid on the ground and handed them to the elf.
“Good bye,” she said.
“Good bye, Nignath,” Foster said as he pulled on Knight’s reins.
Nathaniel used the sounds of hooves to hide his sobs as the events from the morning overwhelmed him. His brother’s hand moved to his abdomen and did small circles on it. Nathaniel placed his hand over it and pulled it away. “I wanted it,” he said between his sobs, “I wanted him inside me so bad, he made me … it felt so good, I’d never … Vance never allowed me to have that pleasure. He’d bring me close but deny me. Brother, what does that make me?”
“Traumatized,” Foster said moving his hand back onto his stomach. “Normal relationships are not like that. These men just took … in a loving relationship there is give and take.”
“But … I wanted it, so badly … it felt …” the rest was cut off as his brother’s armored hand clamped over his mouth.
“Don’t please,” Foster said his voice ragged with emotions. “After what you went through you are no child, but your body … it wasn’t ready for this. You weren’t supposed to … not for another hundred years. Damn it, Baby Brother, Vance and that man back there raped you; it was done for their pleasure not yours. And I’m not sure anything will ever make it right again. But I know the one hope it can be lies in the arms of our parents. They mended our broken souls once before.”
Screaming into the hand that covered his mouth, Nathaniel closed his eyes and tried to remember the woman for his dreams. Her voice … warmth, enigmatic words of love waiting for him; a warmth entered him, it was tempting to run toward it but instead he acknowledge the presence and let it chase the shadows away. The scent of the ocean greeted him when he opened his eyes and he looked around confused. In his mind only a moment had passed since he shut his eyes, but the darkened sky and location said otherwise. He was sitting on the familiar lap of his brother, his left hand over shoulder holding onto Foster’s ivory ponytail. A fire burned to their side, he startled to see a sleeping figure beside it. The dark curls spilling out of the blanket told him it was sister.
“How long?” he whispered.
“A few hours,” Foster replied. “I was afraid we’d lost you again. You wouldn’t awake to my voice. But your pulse and breathing were calm; I knew you weren’t lost in nightmares so told Sara we’d wait until sunrise.”
“Wait for what?” Nathaniel asked, he had been bathed and dressed. He continued running his fingers through his brother’s hair.
“To start panicking?” Foster replied. “I cleaned you up before fetching Sara and Omelet, she doesn’t know …”
“Thank you,” Nathaniel said, “the time I was in the coma I was with a being of light. She made me feel safe; I felt that again today … do you believe in Gods?”
“I believe there is a force bigger than us,” Foster said, picking up a canteen and offering it Nathaniel, “open. I’ve seen so much darkness, there has to be a light that counters that.”
Drinking heavily from the canteen, Nathaniel looked out at the starry sky. “Whatever it is, I’m thankful for her. She keeps the shadows at bay, I don’t forget but the gripping fear is less. I feel almost normal …”
Foster snorted into the back of his neck. “We will never be normal, Baby Brother. But I am glad you have found an ally.”
“I have a few allies,” Nathaniel said looking over his shoulder and meeting his brother’s fiery gaze.
“Always,” Foster acknowledged.
“Then don’t leave me,” Nathaniel said looking away.
“I will not until you are home,” Foster said.
“That’s not what I meant,” Nathaniel replied.
“I know,” his brother said. “But it is the only thing I can promise. Your destiny is yours to discovered, mine was decided for me. I will join my Ebon Knight brothers in the North and destroy the Lich King.” Sighing Nathaniel moved his hands to his lap listened to the water lap against the shore. After a long moment, Foster took his hand and moved it back to his ponytail. “I’m not gone yet,” he said, “and moments like this will give me memories to cling to when the blood lust threatens.”
The spirit’s words came back to him. “Someday I will find someone who loves me as fiercely as you …”
Foster’s breath caught and his arms wrapped around Nathaniel holding him tight. They spoke no more, letting the sound of the water crashing against the beach be the only sound until morning light.
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