Alfred Tries One of Xitos' Personal Spells

Alfred's mind raced as he tried to decide on what spell to cast. A simple cantrip would probably not impress at best and at worst would upset Rohkella as the Orc would probably think he was trying to mock her or something. That said, trying to cast something too much bigger was too daunting given his current mindset. Out of sheer desperation, he suddenly remembered a spell he had seen Master Xitos cast several times that seemed simple enough but might help him out in this particular situation.

It was something he had used whenever one of his female students seemed like they were on the verge of getting violent or just seemed to be arguing too much with the lessons at hand to continue. The spell had a small visible flash, enough to prove he had cast magic while also having a notable calming effect on the one it was aimed at. The **** calm was more Alfred's concern at the moment, as a calm Orc was less likely to behead him, so he could have been forgiven at the moment for not remembering that those Xitos had cast the spell on also tended to end up the ones who would "look after" him in his bedchamber that night.

"Alright," Alfred said, "I'll show you some magic then."

Rohkella nodded, eyes narrowing as she watched Alfred weave his hands in the air, gathering the magical energies for his spell. It was the hardest spell he had ever cast, both due to copying it through observation instead of practice and because of the imminent danger he felt himself in. However, much like Master Xitos', Alfred found his fingertips beginning to glow purple, smoke curling off of them as he moved them back and forth. The smoke had a sweet smell to it, like those of freshly baked goods, and seemed to move with a mind of its own towards the Warchief's nose.

Rohkella sniffed deeply, eyes following his glowing fingers in wonder as her nostrils flared to take in the pleasing scent. She did not know what this spell was but it was obviously magic, which meant this cute young Human met her needs. Oddly enough, while she certainly still felt the lust to see what a human male looked like naked, a wave of unexpected relief washed over her as well. It was as if every last ounce of tension left her body, the kind of relaxation she only normally felt in the moments just before sleep when she had done the last of her post-battle stretches and settled down for the night.

In fact, she felt so relaxed that when the thought that she would be more comfortable like this on her knees instead of standing crossed her mind, she placed her axe to the side and sank down in front of Alfred, drawing a surprised gasp from him as he ended the spell to stare at her.

Rohkella looked back up at him, eyes glittering with the remaining lust but also looking almost serene as a soft smile, so different than the aggressive glare she had shown before, came to her lips. Something far in the back of her mind noticed something wrong with this behavior but the rest of her could only continue to feel a lustful calm as she said, "You show me magic. Can I... show you something now?"

Alfred was, to say the least, utterly confused. The unexpected act of this green-skinned barbarian suddenly kneeling before him, hands on her lap and positioned in such a way that her leathers seemed to further push up her breasts, giving him quite a birds eye view of her full cleavage. Uncertain of how to reply, he decided to simply allow his mouth to say the first thing that came to his mind.

"What do you want to show me?"

Rohkella was also uncertain of what she was doing, the foggy calm slightly disrupted by an unexpected nervousness as the heat between her legs grew more intense. However, while she too decided to let her mouth take the lead, her heart skipped a beat in shock as she found the next words out of her mouth to be, "Want to show you how Orcs suck cock."

Alfred's eyes shot open wide like saucers and the part of Rohkella's mind that felt this situation had gone wrong somehow was doing the mental equivalent of the same look. She was the Warchief! He was the prisoner! She should not be the one on her knees and she CERTAINLY should not be asking to do something as subservient as a blowjob!

But then why was she also feeling so nervous and... excited at the thought of how he might answer her request?