Remy's Room service

Sarg allowed the young man to lead him into the Inn, Remy taking the Orc's terse answers to his questions in stride. Sarg got the idea that he was use to getting curt answers, or even having his questions ignored by those he spoke to. "Ok... ok... ok." Remy stammered as he hurried around the front desk, grabbing a key off the pegs hanging on the wall behind it. "I'm going to sign you in our best room... in the back where the sound from the taproom won't bother us at all." Remy explained as he came back around to where Sarg stood, explaining that the room was ten coppers or three silver lordies a night. The smirking old Orc dug out a ragged coin pouch, before tossing the young man a single gold coin. Remy starred at the big gold coin in amazement, he'd never seen a gold sovereign in his whole life.

"Sir, I don't know if I have spare change to cover it" Remy said as Sarg interrupted "We can work out my change... before I leave." Sarg deviously suggested. Remy led the old Orc down to that room, unlocking the door the young human began to show it off to his guest. Sarg followed the young man into the room, closing the door behind them as Remy babbled on about the room. The feather bed... and silver full length mirror, things Sarg had no interest in and so he ignored. Taking off his fur coat the old Orc tossed it onto the bed, while taking out the things he needed to do his first spell. Sarg had been a shaman for a small clan, but he was a greedy lustful bastard. Who had used that position of power and trust, to get the things he couldn't otherwise. That was the reason he was on the run, sooner or later the spells wore off at the wrong times. Of course there were a few weak minded folks, that the spells almost never ended. Sarg had gotten good at picking out those weak willed sort, this young human he was about to take control of is just that kind. Remy didn't even hear the Orc muttering under his breath, suddenly the air was filled with the scent of honey and butter. The young man felt the world spinning crazily for a moment, and had to sit down on the soft bed. "And... and... ahem."

Remy stammered in his rambling talk about the quality of the room, his mind blanking out for a long moment. Sarg smirked at how easily this young humans mind had been to penetration, how much control he had of Remy with only his first incursion into the young mans head. Most minds had to be literally ****, but this simple human's brain had been like thrusting a rock hard cock into a hot, wet willing pussy. "And... and... ahem."

Sarg pushed his way into the humans sexual memories, Remy was a pervert with a lust for big bodies, whatever they had between their legs didn't matter to him, as long as they had two big feet and two big boobs it was enough to make Remy go hard. And since Sarg already removed his coat, his manboobs and piercing purple nipples were already exposed.

"Like what you see, don't you?" Sarg teased as he removed his boots too. The young man felt the world spinning crazily for a moment, the next thing he knew he was on his knee's looking up at the older Orc sitting on the bed. Remy confused as to how and when the older Orc had taken his clothing off, glancing down the young human was surprised to find himself naked and excited. Some part of his mind knowing that he should feel embarrassed and shocked at being naked in front of a total stranger, licking his big wide feet. "I... I..." He looked up into the Orc's ass, wanting to taste more of this big body and probably fuck some orc's ass. Remy's hands instinctively spreader Sarg's legs and his hips were going for trusting to penetrate some orc's asshole, but finding himself lost once again as the Orc played with his pliant mind again. As the older sneering Shaman smeared that ass that was going to be penetrated to the young man's lips.

Remy grimaced at the foul taste on his tongue, glancing up at that green belly hanging over his face. Feeling those big strong hands holding his head, as his nose pushed into the old Orc's old big rump. Sarg's strong body musk thick in the young human's nostrils, part of him sickened by the rank body odor and unwashed taste of that big hard green fucker. But Remy liked this, his desire to top the big green mean and fill his disgusting ass with his human seed had grown bigger and eager.

“Amm.. Ammm.. it tastes so masculine and powerful.” Remy moaned, Sarg chuckled, as he felt the young human's mouth grow more and more fawning on that big nasty hole.

The orc could read him clear, the boy wanted to fuck him, but...