Wants And Desires.

Minutes seemed to pass as John and Robyn stared at Eddie in silence. The redhead hopped back and forth between each foot, waiting nervously for his answer while the computer-filled room beeped and whirred all around them.

Was it safe? Based on everything that John had seen over the past week, the answer to that question was a resounding no. Even within the confines of the tribe itself, John couldn’t guarantee that it would be completely safe for her because it hadn’t been safe for him. The only ones who did truly seem safe from the rest of the tribe at any time were slaves. It was the only way he knew of to take a person into the Orc’s camp. It had worked for his mother and kept the Orcs from challenging her to try and add her to their own personal harems, but he didn’t think he could try that for Eddie. For one… he didn’t know how she would react to the idea of parading around as if he owned her. If he did manage to convince her to at least wear a collar, then he didn’t think that Urga would necessarily like the idea of letting one of his slaves keep their clothing. None of the other ones he had owned wore them anymore.

Worse than that, he didn’t know how Robyn would react to that implication… and still, the idea remained in his head. When he tried to push it away and focus on something else, the image of that short redhead wearing a thick piece of leather around her neck and following him around at the end of a leash just… **** its way back into his head. It was just a single, simple thought at first… and then she was naked in his mind with a fucked silly grin on her face and cum dripping from her fat ass as it wobbled while she went after him… and then the thought delved even deeper.

She became just one face among many who crawled and writhed all around him, naked and clawing at each other for more pleasure, like the fantasy had been inspired from what he saw in Isis’ lair. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling down at the naked image of Eddie in his mind as another image of a collared Robyn lathered his cock with long, loving licks, and then he smiled at Eddie outside of his fantasy too. Both women stared at him as he imagined himself relaxing in the pile of slaves and fur, bathed in an infectious green light, similar to the one that had saved him from Isis’ influence, and pulled the next toy to his side to play wit-

Once again, John tried to **** the train of thought out of his head. He jumped slightly in place when he realized how vivid the fantasy was and seemed to almost blink it out of his eyes, and then looked down at Eddie again. Even after he had regained his focus and managed to divert his attention to the redhead once more, remnants of his fantasy remained. He spoke to her, but his eyes were gradually pulled down to her neck where the still image of a collar somehow remained in his eyes.

“I, uh…” he let the sentence fall off and glanced down at his hand where Daemon still sat on his finger. The crystalline mithril band that the glowing green emerald was affixed to felt almost snug on his finger as he stared at it. The ring with a name flashed with a brighter light as his eyes met it as if it was somehow acknowledging his stare... but no one else in the room seemed to notice it. “I don’t think it is safe, Eddie…” he muttered and watched as the light on his ring blinked out of existence. After a moment, the rest of the ring seemed to follow too. He could still feel it on his finger, the ring just seemed to hide from him, vanishing beneath an illusion.

“What the fuck…?” he murmured and stared at his hand. A couple of moments passed where both of the girls stared at him confused… and then Eddie spoke up again.

“Are you sure? It’s got to be somewhat safe… right? I mean you can come and go freely, right?” Eddie said, and John’s head snapped up to look at her. Was that a jab at how strong he was?

“Hey!” he snapped back and then froze. The collar illusion was still on her neck. Eddie quickly shook her head and apologized.

“Th-that’s not what I meant. I mean, if it is possible, then why can’t I do it?” she said, and John glanced up at her. He could feel his cheeks burning up as he was all but **** to continue looking at her like he looked at Urga. This wasn’t a fantasy anymore.

“Eddie…” Robyn whispered out her name and the redhead quickly shook her head. She tried to ignore Robyn as she pushed at John further and further.

“I had to fight my way into the tribe, Eddie,” he reminded her, and once again, she shook her head. She took a step back away from John finally, her brow furrowing like someone was actively trying to say something to annoy her, and then Robyn stood up like she was going to walk over to Eddie and calm her down.

“There has to be a way!” she snapped, and Robyn stopped in her tracks when she leveled her glare across the room, not at John but instead at Robyn. “I’m sick of just sitting down here in the basement! I want to see some of this crazy shit!” she said, and Robyn lowered her head. When John opened his mouth to try and calm her down as well, Eddie stopped him. “The surveillance we have of you and your mom shows the two of you disappearing at the same time. You took her there, right? She’s not a fighter! How did you keep her safe?”

John merely blinked. This was getting out of control faster than he would have liked. He tried to turn and stuffed his hands back into his pockets, but Eddie wasn’t letting the topic go. Truthfully, he couldn’t blame her. He pretty much had been in her situation only a few weeks ago. If someone had told him that there was another world out there with Orcs, Elves, and Dragons, he probably wouldn’t have cared about any danger there was in going at all. He just would have left for it… Hell, that was essentially what he already did.

It didn’t seem to matter to him that he had had to fight for his life on multiple occasions in the kingdom, that he had been burned, or nearly enslaved. The only thing he cared about was just not going back to the way things were… Even if he had been physically scarred and done some horrible things on his path… a part of him had to admit that it was better than being a silent, nervous punching bag for Vanessa and Frank. There were some things he wished he could redo or find another way to do… but if given the choice, he wasn’t sure that he would actually go back to the way things were instead.

“Eddie…” Robyn started. “This isn’t just something that you can jump into headfi-”

“You have to be owned,” John grunted, interrupting Robyn. He picked himself up slightly and glanced over at the two of them one more time, watching as they both turned to look at him with wide eyes. Based on the burning gaze that Robyn gave him, he figured that she was probably pissed off at him… but he didn’t care. He had gotten angry at her more than once over the past few days and figured it was only fair. “If you’re owned, then the Orcs try not to mess with you.”

“You can’t be serious,” Robyn grunted, and John glanced over at the blonde. She was still glaring at him. “Do you really expect us to believe that tribe of monsters that you had to fight your way into is honorable? These things will stab you in the back the moment you turn away from them.” Even if her gaze was focused on John, he felt like she wasn’t actually talking to him. It felt more like she was trying to plead with Eddie to reconsider what it was that she was doing.

“No, they won’t,” John answered her… and then pulled his hands out of his pocket. She was right in a sense. The Orcs weren’t honorable. “Nothing they do is actually noble in any way. They don’t respect the boundaries set by other Orcs, they fucking love those boundaries. It’s a tribe likely full of rapists, slavers, and murderers, and all of them are constantly competing with each other. If someone thinks they can challenge another person for what they own and prove that they’re stronger, they will do it.

“They just won’t challenge me,” he said that last part with a little smile. When both girls looked at him strangely, he tossed his hands up… and then ignited them with a single thought. “The tribe hates magic. It used to be that they were all waiting for the moment when I would finally do something wrong with it and take it as an opportunity to cut me down.” That statement rang truer than he thought it would once he said it. Every second where he would wake up in the kingdom, leave his tent, and then find it surrounded by Orcs suddenly came back to him… and he found himself instantly shuddering at the idea that each and every one of them was probably carrying weapons of some kind to bash his skull in when he did something wrong with magic. Now… “Now, when I wake up in the kingdom, they’ve grown to trust me enough with my magic that they leave gifts outside my tent. Pieces of gold or jewelry to thank me for helping them deal with the Necromancy problems in the area.

“Now they worship me.”

His ring started glowing again and John locked eyes with Eddie.

“They won’t attack you if you pretend to be owned,” he told her and watched as the redhead furrowed her brow again. “If you do want to do this, then you’ll have to go out and buy a collar. The ones that the Orcs gave me are enchanted and you don’t want to wear one of those.” As soon as he mentioned the collar, Eddie’s features fell. Her cheeks filled up with more color than he could ever remember seeing in them, making her freckles pop, and then she glanced over at Robyn. The blonde had a blush of her own and only one thing to say to her.

“I told you that this isn’t something you can just jump into headfirst.”