Kharn gets closer

It was a long, peaceful journey to the first landmark, a ferry across the Barrywine River. It had been a few days of walking, without incident, and without comment or consternation from your demonic mother. You had gotten to know the others a little more in the time. Rhian was knowledge and useful, but a jerk. Gilzra referred to him as a 'double dipper', having been dipped in the arrogance that elves often have and again in the arrogance that comes with being a well learned mage. He would be the slowest to warm up to, Demetria had cautioned. On the other **** was Glettrik, who moreso had the temperament of well behaved hound. Next to you, he was the youngest of the five, and was energetic, gregarious, and positive. Every time you looked his way, he was smiling. Each time your eyes connected, that smile grew, which put butterflies in your chest. It was become clearer that he fancied you, and likely not just because you put his cock in your mouth when you got tipsy. Kharn was something else entirely, almost being deliberately hard to read. If Glettrik was the family pet, than the elderly orc was the trained guard dog. It wasn't that he was indifferent or uncaring of you and the others. You suspect it was much the reverse; a strong paternal, protective instinct in him that never shut off. Figuring you wouldn't get the answers directly from him, you go the other way around.

"Gilzra, I have a question"

"God's willin, I got an answer forya, darlin."

"What's Kharn's story?"

"Oh, Kharn's my Dungeon Daddy"

Your eyes get wide in the surprise of the term "Your what!?"

"Dungeon Daddy. He's the one who took me on and taught me the ropes of being an adventurer. I wouldn't be where I am without him. Fuck, without Kharn, I'd probably be on the other side of the dirt, and than we'd all be in trouble."

"Wow" You reply as your eyes drift towards him, patiently standing and waiting.

"It's a good lesson" Gilzra puts a finger up, showing her own maternal traits "How deeds can build up on each other, both good and bad. Kharn's as good as it gets in my book. Get him one and one, and I think you'll find him a lot less quiet." To make the point, she gives a nudge on your shoulder. As you walk over, Kharn continues to stare out at the river, watching the abundant fish as they try to migrate upstream.

"Kharn?" you begin politely, he turns with a grin you had not seen him possess yet in as many days

"I was wondering how long it would it take." He motions for you to come closer "are Orcs really that scary?"

"No," You reply gently "You just seem to always be so quiet and deep in thought, I didn't want to bother you."

"And now?" He asks

"Well, we're just waiting for the ferry to get us across. Gilzra said you saved her, and you two have been with each other ever since."

He nods, staring beyond you, as if gazing into the past itself "She's my friend and partner for life. I merely helped her help herself. She's saved my life more than she has mine. I hope you can do the same for her, when the time comes. Come" He walked off without much more warning than that, towards a ridge; the other side obscured from view. Having cleared the other side, he removed his pack, and withdrew a simple, crude mace and circular metal shield, presenting them to you, before grabbing a claymore, an impressive and mighty sword with the size and strength to attack cavalry.

"Uhh, Kharn?" You ask worryingly, "What are we doing?"

"Defending yourself!" His shift in tone and intensity was immediately as he made a vertical attack at you. You bent down, raised your shield, and tried to move out of the way all at once. It was hectic and poorly executed, but you managed to evade what could have been a deadly blow.

"You have a stout heart, young Tiefling. Kind words and noble intentions will not save you." He made undisciplined horizontal strikes while he spoke to keep you on your toes. "If you value your ideals, if you value those in your life, than you must be prepared to fight for them!" He lunged again, and this time you were able to evade more cleanly. You were able to dodge or block multiple attacks of his, ones that you recognized were for training, but could still seriously hurt if you didn't take this completely seriously.

"Come on Demetria! You can't win a fight by dodging it. You've evaded the risks of the real world for too long, now it's time for you to confront them" You stared deep into his eyes. You knew he was prepared, that you wouldn't actually get to strike him with this weapon he gave you, but you feared more what might happen if you didn't do it. You pulled your arm back for a swing and lunged at him horizontally. He got out of the way, as you anticipated, but swiftly moved to your side and adjusted your arm, guiding you on proper form. He let go and gave you a nudge in your upper arm, which you took as the signal to follow through.

"Good." He grunted "We'll get you capable yet. Again"

You attack him again, which he deflects with his sword.

"Do not be discouraged. Again!"

Your attack is deflected by pushing on your body and causing your momentum to go awry. By the time the strike is over, Kharn is now behind you. You feel dismayed and discouraged, only to feel greater sense of fear. You feel him grab you by the arms and push you into the ground. He has you pinned and completely overpowered.

"The fight is never done. Do not grant your enemy any mercy, or they will exploit it." You feel his breath on your skin as the old orc comes close to you "Fear not, Demetria. I have no desire to harm you..." You feel pressure against your butt, as he starts to grind against you. "But I would greatly enjoy getting to know you more deeply" You feel your body melting into the ground, and swiftly being aroused by his domination of you "I think you'd like it too." You remain quiet, losing yourself in the sensation and surprise. Without a no, he lets go of your arms, and starts to tug your pants down. Despite the freedom to move, you remain still, making no effort to escape. You look behind you, watching him and worrying his behavior. Your raging cock can't be missed, but he seems to ignore it completely. He pulls out his own cock, dwarfing your own considerably, and making you worry. Leaning forward, it's clear he intends to start pushing that into your ass.

"Wait, Kharn" You start to resist "That's not going to fff" You cut yourself off as he penetrates, "FFFuuuuuuck!" Like in your demonic dream, your ass is ready and flexible, as if you've always taken it in the ass. He, for his part, lets out a satisfied grunt.

"I know what you're capable of. You're not the first demon blooded woman I've had, though you are the younger of them..." He starts to thrust in you, with a lengthy stroke and hard thrusting impacts. "You are so much like her, it's truly remarkable." You have no response, still taking this glorious sensation. Your memory drifts back to the first time you had cock in your ass, with that boy Jones. It was a fun and novel experience, but he seemed uncommitted. Not like this, the feels so much better. This feels like...

...That.

Your body tightens up on reflex as you remember that tortorous dream, as your implike demon brothers fucked your ass for what seemed like hours as you were denied any ability to cum. The higher part of your brain knows this isn't that, and that you should enjoy yourself, but the more primitive, instinctual mind can't separate the two. You start to whimper, worrying that the curse may not be as resolved as you thought. Kharn, not fully understanding your situation, was at least a dutiful partner. Lowering himself to being just over you and planted with one arm, he reached below to hold your cock and began to stroke it, even as he rammed your tight butt.

"Kharn..." You let out finally "I..I..." You're at a loss for words. You're surprised that any person, least of all a seemingly straight man, could be so unconcerned about not only seeing and touching a dick, but pleasing it.

"Ssshhh" he insisted "release your worries, your burdens, and your seed" your body instinctively tried to hold off doing that, but the sudden rush of his own into your asshole was the final step, causing you shoot your cum into the tall grass. Kharn is quick to depart from you, collecting the pieces of gear as he allows you to collect yourself.

Unlike the short training session, he is gentle with you as he helps pick you up and plan you back on your feet, pants up and decent.

"I hope you can forgive an old soul for being a little forward."

"No, it's fine" You reply, still surprised how accommodating you are "it was a surprise, but not a terrible one. It's a welcome change of pace."

"I'm glad. You deserve a better past. We will work to guarantee you a better future. Come, the ferry boards" The two of you move back over the ridge to join the others, none of them making any obvious signs that they're aware of what you did...