Taking liberties...

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 gunna put you in our best room... in the back where the sound from the taproom won't bother you." 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. "Oho wow... Ammm." Remy starred at the big gold coin in amazement, he'd never seen a gold sovereign in his whole life.

"We can work out my change... before I leave." Sarg snorted, knowing that he would be taking the coin back before be left. Just then a swinging door pushed open and a hefty middle aged woman looked out into the room.

"Remy dear who are you talking to?" She asked looking out at her son, even as Remy turned back around to look at his mother. The pretty woman stepped out of what was plainly the kitchen, looking around as Sarg grinned in delight he could certainly work with this. The ugly old Orc felt his already semi hard cock stiffen even more, things were going to get very interesting...

"We've got a guest Mom... I was just going to show him up to a room." The young man explained happily, as he showed off the grinning Orc to his mother. As he put the big shiny gold coin into his father's strong box behind the counter, while Sarg stood there unbuttoning his heavy fur coat. The older Orc's flabby chest plainly defined beneath those silk robes, Neriah got the feeling that he was trying to show off a bit to her. The buxom woman flashed him a friendly smile, she didn't exactly like the homely Orc. But she had worked in this industry long enough to know how to treat guests, even ones she didn't much like the looks of.

"Well met..." She greeted their guest with her biggest friendly smile, as Sarg strolled over to stand in front of her. "I'll have dinner ready in perhaps half an hour... in the meanwhile Remy can show you up to your room." Neriah could almost feel the old Orc's leering glaze crawl over her body, plainly he was looking her over in undisguised lust. It wasn't like it was the first time it had happened, serving travelers over the years she had gotten it more than once. It was vaguely complimenting in away, yet this time it unnerved her more than she cared to admit.

"Perhaps you would bring dinner up to my room later." Sarg grunted suggestively, reaching out quickly to run his stubby fingers through the hair of her head. Neriah pulled back quickly from his touch, as the pretty middle aged female did her best to hide her repulsion at open invitation. The ugly older Orc's beady eyes wandered down to her chest, obviously starring at her cleavage as he smirked. "Plainly this Inn will never run out of milk... Heh." Neriah bit her lip at that taunting statement, feeling dirty just from being this close to the obviously lustful male.

"I suppose if your too tired to come down, I could have someone take dinner up to you." The pretty woman agreed softly, even as his next comment made her even more uncomfortable. She was liking this guest less and less, even as he smirked at him in obvious desire.

"If yer mate is away..." Sarg chuckled lewdly, there was little doubt where his thoughts were heading... it almost made Neriah cringe. "Perhaps you would be interested in keeping me company later... there would be much more coin in it for you naturally." There it was out in the open, Neriah took a step backwards crossing her arms over her buxom chest. "Or perhaps you like babbles..." The old Orc produced some jewelry from one of his belt pouches, his grin growing wider as he saw her eyes shine at the glittering gems. Still she was not a common Inn whore, and Neriah was certainly not at all interested in spending more time with the lustful Orc.

"My husband will be home by morning... and I Never keep anyone company but him." Neriah snapped sharply, even as she watched the older Orc shrug his shoulders with a sneer. Sarg pushing the jewelry back into his belt pouch, seemingly unbothered by her rejection. While secretly the old Orc was seething with anger, so this female thought she was better that him. "Remy take our guest up to his room." Neriah said dismissively, turning around the pretty woman hurried back into her kitchen to get away from the lewd looks.

"Never is a very long time... who know what the future might hold." Sarg observed drily as he slipped the hairs on his hand into one pocket, such things could be very useful in spell casting after all. He was already thinking of just what he would do here, as Remy wrapped a arm around him tugging the older male along. Most of what had past between Sarg and his mother, had went over the young man's head. He knew the old Orc had shown off jewelry to his mom, understood that Sarg was asking for her to bring dinner up to his room. But the lewdness of his offer had utterly been lost on Remy, and so he happily led the way up the stairs to the guest rooms. And then as they moved down the hallway, a side door was open wide as a young girl came out with a bundle of bed covers in her arms.

"Oho!" She exclaimed in surprised as she almost ran into them, the young female pushing her lush body up against the wall. Sarg looked her over with a leering eye, the older male feeling his cock throb even harder. Plainly she was Neriah's daughter, as she just looked like a much younger version of her mother.

"Hey Imelda... this is Sarg he's our new guest." Remy babbled as the young girl paused, licking her lip's nervously as she looked at the Orc. Sickeningly aware of his soft body pushing up against her, the young woman was standing there frozen. As she gulped for breath, the musky coming from his rotund body making her nostrils quiver. Even as she felt a hand slide up her thigh, concealed from her brother by the old Orc's own form. Plainly the older male was groping her, it wasn't something she had ever dealt with before. "This is my sister Imelda... Sarg." Remy explained to new friend, as the young girl was looking very strangely at their new guest.

"Ahem... ahem hi." Imelda squeaked weakly, as that hot hand pushed farther up her soft inner. Already under her skirt as she starred into the grinning Orc's eyes, the grinning older male molesting her right there in front of her grinning brother. "NN..nice to meet you..." The pretty young woman continued in a meek stammer, as she felt those hot fingers caress her panty clad sex. Imelda moaned glancing from the leering Orc, over to her grinning clueless brother. Not wanting to cause trouble, and more than a little ashamed about her **** reaction to the ugly older males touch.

"So nice to meet you as well..." The smirking old Orc grunted, clapping his other hand on her shoulder. While the fingers of his concealed hand toyed with that hot sex mound, his grin growing wider and more leering as he felt dampness through that silky cloth. "We will be getting to know each other better in the future." Sarg snickered lewdly as his finger found the edge of her panties, slipping into one leg hole to fondle that dribbling sex. Watching her body tremble, as he slid his other hand down to openly grope her breasts. They were much more modest than her mothers, but he was still sure that he would enjoying them.

"I... I... gotta go, need to wash these things." Imelda panted breathlessly, as she managed to push past the old Orc's bulk. Pulling away from his groping hands, so quickly that her silky panties tore slightly. Quickly she hurried down the hallway, walking a bit oddly as her wet panties clung to that quivering sex.

"She's the one who got your room ready." Remy assured the old Orc as he led him 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 tribe, 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 simply humans brain had been like thrusting a rock hard cock into a hot, wet willing pussy. Not that the Orc had done that very often, he only fucked females to humiliate and break or **** their husbands minds. Sarg pushed his way into the humans sexual memories, not finding much more than a bit of mutual masturbation with his older brother. Secretly tasting his brothers cum, was Remy's biggest sexual secret that making the old Orc snicker. 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. Some part of his mind knowing that he should feel embarrassed and shocked at being naked in front of a total stranger. "I... I..." He looked up into the Orc's beady eyes, finding himself lost once again as the Orc played with his pliant mind. As the older sneering Shaman smeared the finger pad that was still wet with the young man's sisters juices over that pert little human nose.