Hybrid, Chapter 4

  • Warning: Contains adult themes (nudity, foul language, drug use)

     

    Flavius woke with a start, his body again soaked with sweat. He let out a low groan, his head pounding from his latest nightmare.

     

    He could never remember them. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. Images mostly; of him fighting in his Imperial armor. Other things too, but the images in his mind would vanish as soon as he woke up, leaving him more confused and frustrated. Flavius propped himself up with his strong, bare arm among the bearskins and blearily gazed into the smoky campfire, blinking several times to focus his eyes. Everyone else was still asleep, their snores and wheezes echoing in the network of caves that served as the rendezvous point.

     

    Never say never.

     

    Flavius wandered for a few hours after his run-in with Jyttek, but then his feet instinctively made the decision for him when hunger and cold began to gnaw at his resolve. Besides, he didn’t know where else to go. Back to the Legion? That wasn’t an option, especially after his appearance in front of the Whiterun Guards. Granted, that was mostly Jyttek’s work. Flavius remembered the Nord’s words as his bloodshot eyes found the sleeping form to his left, the curve of her hip not unpleasant to look at.  

     

    “With your... Abilities, you'll be Gro-bag's right hand in no time. And I can't let that happen. I've been in this group for too long to be overthrown by an Imperial milkdrinker!”

     

    The Son of a Bitch called him a Milkdrinker and then tried to kill him. Then his eyes went red and Jyttek was dead.

     

    Gro-bag’s right hand man.

     

    Well, he was to her right now, he thought with a wry smirk as he watched her sleep, her deep olive green shoulder surprisingly smooth against the fur of the bearskin. She still stank though, they both did. They stank and they didn’t care. Flavius continued to rub his temple for a bit with his free hand. If he kept at it long enough, the pain usually subsided. It took less than it normally took and Flavius relaxed against the furs again, continuing his musings on what had led him to this uh… new development?

     

    He had stumbled back to camp amid the blue group celebrating their successful raid to gasps and grumbles of shock and tankards paused from toasting. All eyes were suddenly on him. Her eyes were on him, her full mouth slack from surprise. Gro-bag composed herself quickly though. She was still a hardened warrior, her iron armor sporting new dried bloodstains.

     

    “You’re not dead.” She gruffly stated as she swallowed her mead, her hard blue eyes meeting his.

     

    “Is that what you were counting on?” He countered, his face beginning to grow hot with fury again, his eyes beginning to see red, as he tossed his weapons roughly at the entrance of the cave, the great sword and the axes, his dirty blond hair dusty from his travel back to the rendezvous point. Her expression then softened, which surprised the shit out of him. Gro-bag’s features softening?

     

    “No.” She replied, her stare intense.

     

    “You knew?”

     

    Did she know Jyttek was going to pull that shit on him? Her gaze said it all, she must have. “I suspected, but…”

     

    But?” Flavius’ eyes narrowed and he saw the Orc square her shoulders and give him a once over. She was giving him a once over and it had puzzled the Oblivion out of him.

     

    “Jyttek was a fool to cross you. And now he’s dead.” Gro-bag took another gulp of mead when she answered.

     

    “You can kill me now too if you want.” Flavius then challenged. Would she accept? That was the thought that ran through his mind. Accept his challenge and kill him. End it for him. It was what he wanted. Well, sort of. He wanted the nightmares to end, the headaches, the inability to remember his former life, his life among these ruffians. Death was an option that would take care of all of that. Perhaps that is why he went back? He thought she would kill him and it would be over.

     

    Only she didn’t kill him.

     

    “Like I said, Jyttek was a fool.” Gro-bag repeated, gesturing to the bottles of mead and beef roasting on a spit, the fat making a hissing sound as it dripped upon the charring wood of the fire.  The strong smell of fresh beef cooking made Flavius’ stomach scream at the prospect of real food. Fresh beef. “There’s mead if you want it and cooked beef. We managed to raid some of the farms’ stores. There won’t be slop for some time now.”

     

    “Raid was a success then?” He could feel the red leave his eyes now. He wasn't going to die, tonight.

     

    Her yellowing tusks made it a little difficult to tell if she was smiling or just sneering, but the eyes weren’t angry. They were watching him instead. Watching him very closely, following his every move as he slowly made his way to the blue group and their celebration… curious that he managed to survive Jyttek. Intrigued, and there was something else too. Something else in her blue Orc eyes that reminded him of the look she had when they first found him. She pitied him.

     

    She liked him, the realization hitting him like a warhammer. That way?! At the time, he didn’t know whether or not to be flattered or mortified, but… it had been a good long while since the last time. Damn, Flavius sighed as he scratched his muscled stomach, picking at a flea that had bit him as it wandered from the bearskin to his skin, remembering. He was filthy. They both were.

     

    “Aye… in more ways than one.” Was her answer, her tone now as seductive as an Orc could manage.

     

    He only now realized what she had meant by that.

     

    She took another large gulp of mead, set her tankard down and reached for a small bottle. Skooma...

     

    Skooma, sighed Flavius as he stretched his sore muscles underneath the cozy bearskin. She stirred and shifted position on the furs they lay upon; turning, exposing her slightly sagging breasts for a brief moment before they became hidden from view again as she finished her motion. She had curves under that armor. With a snort and a ripe fart, she quickly drifted off again. While she wasn’t pretty, Gro-bag had the required female parts that would satisfy his male parts and then there was the skooma. That had helped, though honestly it didn’t take much. He was so surprised he came back and even more surprised that she didn’t kill him. He didn’t care anymore.

     

    Skooma… softened the hard details, blurred vision, and dulled some senses, while enhancing others. He wasn’t an abuser, but she offered and he took.

     

    Gro-bag Gor-Gutz offered a lot more than skooma and Flavius took that too, he thought with a grin.  

Comments

20 Comments
  • David Perez-Espinosa
    David Perez-Espinosa   ·  September 5, 2015
    Ahh, nothing like a ripe ol' fart to set the mood!  Excellent Sensei! keep it up!
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  September 1, 2015
    Well, he's still miserable and depressed, but at least he got a little action. 
  • Idesto
    Idesto   ·  September 1, 2015
    Woo-hoo!  Flavius, you dirty old dog! And Lissette!....well, colour me flustered!
    I was rather enjoying my miserable depressed Flavius, and it looks like you've gone and made him a bit happy. The next 2 chapters should be interesting....
    Nice one 
  • Andrew Shepherd
    Andrew Shepherd   ·  September 1, 2015
    Haha. Good answer!
    I thought it might be a wolf-whistle done with one's bottom. Maybe Sotek would know that one...
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  September 1, 2015
    Anything done by Gro-bag Gore-Gutz is a sexy fart. 
  • Andrew Shepherd
    Andrew Shepherd   ·  September 1, 2015
    What's a sexy fart?
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  September 1, 2015
    Who doesn't?
    Hehe.
  • Andrew Shepherd
    Andrew Shepherd   ·  September 1, 2015
    I like sexy farts
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  September 1, 2015
    @Exuro - lol, I cans follows directions whens I needs too.   And yes, yes, my descriptions are sexy. *takes bow*
    I like farts too. 
  • Andrew Shepherd
    Andrew Shepherd   ·  September 1, 2015
    I just like the fart descriptions