Andreas and Bulka (closed for SRP_lover19)

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Andreas stood looking over the castle wall. It was quiet tonight. With no reports of Orc raids, he had little to do. There was a dance tonight in celebration of the king's birthday. He's asked Lady Celeste to go with him. She'd answered with a polite no, but it was the look of fear in her eyes that disturbed him.

Wizards swore an oath to not misuse their power; still, it seemed that only a few trusted wizards. Andreas had been at the castle for three years and had yet to make even one friend. It was a lonely existence, and he hated it, but this was his assignment from the Guild of Wizards. He couldn't just walk away.

A sudden thwack against the castle wall pulled him from his thoughts. The orcs had been acting smarter over the past few weeks by placing their catapults deep in the forest. A wizard could not make a spell against something he could not see. He lit a torch and watched the sky.

The wait was a long one – maybe an hour or more. A movement in the sky caught his attention. He used a spell to send the rock back in the direction from which it came. If he was very lucky, it would destroy the catapult from which it came.

He hated this night watch; it was always long. It was the middle of the night now, and the forest was quiet – too quiet. There had been no further attacks from the orcs, but he was sure they were still out there.

A movement in the trees below and much closer than he would ever have expected caught him by surprise. Orcs never came this close for fear of arrows as well as his nasty spells.

Andreas thought of a smiple spell; what he called a stasis spell to hold someone still in one place. He hoped to get information from this foolish orc.

He made the spell and the movement in the forest stopped. Andreas descended the stairs and left the keep. He hurried to the castle gate and left by a small door.

He felt a bit foolish himself, knowing this could be a trap, but all his protection spells were in place.

The dark forest was forbidding even with the small globe of light that proceeded him. A torch here might start a fire, which was not a good idea. He could feel the stasis spell and continued in that direction.

He came to a quick stop. The female orc was huge and naked. Shackles were on her wrists and ankles with a short chain between them. A spiked collar was around her neck. One thing he noted was that she was a bit different than other orcs he'd seen, and he wondered if she was a mixed race.

He stood a few feet away. He didn't want to get too close. He removed the spell.

The orc said nothing for a moment, then spoke, “Help me. I've been a slave to the orcs for many years.”

Andreas understood orcish very well and wondered if this was a trap. But, it was the look of fear in her eyes that made him think she was speaking truthfully.

He made a spell and her chains fell away. “You are free to go now. Hurry before the orcs catch up to you.”
 
Bulka Foggath had been born of a mixed genealogy a human male and her orc mother. Her birth was frowned spoon by the village elders and when her mother was ordered to kill her mother fled with her. They were on the run for two years before they were caught and her mother killed. She was a slave for various owners over the years grown up serving others.


She had various owners from royalty to farmers and they treated differently some just as a piece of meat others as a worker. She hated being a slave she wanted to be free to do as she pleased. When shebwas a child at night when would dream of her life of freedom but when she got older she started planning her escape but she always failed. The places she was sold always had someone who would turn her in or take her back to her tribe.

She had finally escaped from her new master a sick man who only used her to have his way with forcing her to fuck him. She left heading to what looked like the nearest fortification She could find in hopes of safe harbor. She could see a band of orcs attacking the castle bit she didn't care anything would be better than being someone's concubine.

What happened when she reached the fortification didn't surprise her in the least. She pleaded with him to help her but he had turned her away. "I am not leaving I don't want to be turned in or taken back to my tribe that sold me in the first place."
 
“Bulka,” said Andreas, “most humans hate mixed breeds as much as the orcs. I know of only one way to keep you safe, and you are likely to hate my idea, but I see no other option.

“The collar that has been removed can be replaced. I will tell everyone that I used a spell to capture you and made you my slave. No one would dare to try to harm you, knowing you belong to me. I will place a spell of protection on the collar so that you cannot be harmed by arrows, swords, darts, knives, or even poison.

“In return for my help, I will ask for your help in finding and fighting the orcs. I've been taking soldiers, but once they are out of arrows, they are useless in fighting orcs. I will see to any training you might need.

“So, do you agree, or do you perfer to go your own way?”
 
Bulls knew she didn't have any other choice so she agreed taking the new collar but this collar was different and it didn't feel forced on or a burden in any way at all. "May I have some furs so I can make me some clothes?" She asked Andreas knowing she was naked and how some of the men may act towards her.
 
Bulka's naked body stirred his inner desires. He tried not to stare, but it wasn't easy. He'd never seen breasts on a female that were so large, and her shaved pussy--truly awesome. Her piercings drew his attention to them even more.

Andreas made a spell, and a new collar of black leather was attached around Bulka's neck, then he made the protection spells.

“I have a small place near here. You can stay with me.”

He made another spell, and a large robe appeared in his hands. “This is yours. Put it on and we'll go to my place. I will get you some furs that you can use to make your own clothes.”

He believed living with Bulka under the same roof would be a trial for his self-control. He was a wizard, but he was also a man. He searched his memory for a spell to use in this situation and couldn't think of a single one. Damn, there had to be at least one.

They emerged from the trees and entered a large cleared area. The walls of the castle stood tall in the moonlight. “This place is called Castle Rock because the castle was built on a large rock formation.”

The normal sounds of the night were hushed, and Andreas listened carefully, certain that orcs were watching from the forest. Suddenly, arrows flew up from the midst of the trees. He used a reverse spell, returning them from where they came. A few cries revealed the spell's success.

After a short time, they reached a large moat that circled the castle. They crossed over the drawbridge, which then rose back into its withdrawn position.

They traveled the well worn road to the castle. As they drew near, soldiers on the wall were clearly visible. The castle had two walls that circled it. When they arrived at the outer wall, Andreas spoke to the guard. “This is my slave, Bulka; she's under my protection.”

A small door opened. They entered. Stables for the horses were to the right, along with many businesses. Andreas led Bulka to the left. They walked past barracks for the soldiers and soon came to an area with many small houses scattered in a random pattern.

Andreas' house, constructed of stone and wood, stood against the outer wall. He opened the door and entered with Bulka close behind. Just inside the door, on both sides, large stacks of firewood almost touched the ten foot ceiling.

A fireplace was on the opposite wall. With a spell Andreas moved several logs into the fireplace and started a fire. A small table and two chairs were to the left. There was a stone bench on both sides of the fireplace. There were no bedrooms; it was all open space.

Andreas said, “Bulka, sit on the stone bench. I need to check your feet.”

From the thickness of her soles, it was evident she'd not worn sandals for a long time. They were in good condition, except the heel of the left foot, which once had a very deep cut that had not healed properly. He used a spell of healing and noticed relief come over Bulka's face.

“If you have any other hurts, let me know, and I will heal them as well.”

He pointed to a large barrel in one corner of the room. 'If you wish a bath, you can use the barrel.” He used a spell to fill the barrel half way and another spell to heat the water.

He also used a spell for some furs as well as an awl and sinew, which he handed to her.

“If you're hungry, there's some bread, fruit, vegetables, and jerked meat on the table. There's a jug of water on the floor.”

He made another spell, and a straw mat and furry blankets appeared on the floor next to his. “There will be little privacy here. You can sleep next to my blankets.

“My shift is over, and I need sleep.”

He walked to his mat, removed his clothes, and set them to the side. He lay down on the mat, covered up with a blanket, and closed his eyes.
 
Bulka stayed up longer making herself a fur on strap tank top that only covered her breasts and a loin cloth that covered both her mound and butt cheeks but they peeked out on the sides.

She got into the barrel enjoying the first hot bath she had in awhile. She only had cold bathes where she was washed or ended up being touched. She soaked for awhile just enjoying not having someone touching her unless she wanted it.


She soon got out taking the water barrel out emptying it then she grabbed some meat land a cup of water eating a bit before she finally lays down. She cuddled him without thinking as she fell asleeep.
 
Andreas opened his eyes, feeling warmer than usual then realized Bulka was cuddled up next to him. He was not surprised; the nights could get very cold. He went to move and discovered Bulka had him in a tight grip.

He pulled one arm from under the covers and took her hand in his. He couldn't imagine the horrors she faced in the long years of being a slave, but it had to have left physical and mental scars. “You're safe here, Bulka,” he said in a low voice just barely above a whisper.

Wizards could use a spell that refreshed their mind and body; however, they needed sleep just like anyone else. He decided to get a little extra and closed his eyes.
 
Nulka for once had a smile on her face as she slept and this may be the first time this human would see an Orc smile. She hadn't gotten this good a sleep in a while. She held him even tighter enjoying the touch of someone who wasn't trying to force her into sex but what she didn't realize was that she was holding him a little tight.


Most of her nights were filled with crying and regrets from the activities before she was allowed to sleep. The sight of her large body hold the man beside of her must have been a sight.
 
Andreas' eyes widened as he felt something familiar in his hand that was held fast by Bulka's body. He couldn't imagine how his hand had found her warm breast. He tried to pull his arm out, but she stirred and shifted about, gripping even tighter.

He could move the hand holding hers only a bit because he lay on that shoulder. When she stirred, he lost that grip, and her hand moved lower on his chest.

Her hand, like a snake, slithered down his stomach, moving slowly downward. He was further surprised when her hand went between his legs.

It was then her body shifted. Her leg came on top of his, squeezing his legs together and trapping her hand there.

“I should have worn clothes,” he muttered to himself.
 
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Bulka soon awoke and could feel what was going on and she chuckled a bit before letting go. For some odd reason she didn't mind his touch in fact him not forcing himself on her made her kinda enjoy it. "Sorry I guess the fact that you didn't try to rape me made me feel safe with and that's why I cuddled you." She said blushing a bit grinning laughing inwardly at the fact that they groped eachother last night. She loved the feeling of cock as long as it wasn't forced and she wouldn't mind experiencing the things that she had done to her, while she was being used, willingly with someone.
 
“No complaints here, Bulka. I slept very well. You ready for some breakfast?”

He pulled back the blankets and wrapped one around his waist. He walked to the barrel used a spell put water in it and heat it; another spell suspended the blanket in midair around the blanket. “I thought of this spell just this morning.” He entered the water.

He was clean, dry, and dressed within a short while.

While they sat at the table and ate, he said, “We can go to the leathersmith today and get you some sandals, then to the woodsmith to buy a quarter staff for you; also, the market will open soon, and we need to stock up our supplies.

“There is a training area for soldiers outside the walls. We will go there for your quarter staff training.”
 
Bulka smiled knowing that she hadn't made him mad by cuddling him. She was surprised at how he acted getting in the bath after what happened but she didn't say anything not wanting him to get mad.

She listened to him and when he was done she said "ohhh can I have a pair of sandals that tie around my calf the ones that wrap around your leg before they are tied." She thought for a second then said "Sorry if I have stepped out of line but this will be the first things I have ever owned in my life."
 
Andreas smiled at Bulka. “You are no longer a slave and are free to speak your mind. I am sure we can find the sandal you like.”

He couldn't help but notice the furs she'd made for herself. Her top covered her most of the time, except when she bent over.

Her fur loincloth was not as concealing; any time there was a wind, everything would be revealed. He smiled to himself.

He opened the outside door, stepped out, and turned to the right with Bulka close behind. He said, “We'll go to the leathersmith first then the woodsmith.”
 
Bulka nods and follows close behind Andreas not wanting to get separated from him. She didn't know how the rest of the humans felt about having her there and she didn't want them to turn her into the orcs. When they reached th leather shop she looked around and found a pair that she would love to have if they fit her. They were black leather and the straps went up to her knees and tied off. It even had a leather pad that cover the top of the foot. "Here I want these made for me I just love them." He said to him beeming like a child who had found a toy that they thought they desperately needed it.
 
The leathersmith measured Bulka's foot and said, “I will have these made for you and delivered to Andreas' place before day's end.”

Andreas handed over a coin for payment. “If no one is at my place, the door is open, and you can leave them inside.”

The unpleasant smell of the stables permeated the air. Andreas tried to not breathe through his nose. The woodsmith was not far from the leathersmith.

“I need a quarterstaff for Bulka.”

The smith took a cord and measured her height. He marked the cord with a bit of charcoal. “I can have it ready in two days.”

Andreas handed over a gold coin for the staff.

Sounds from the market made it difficult to hear. Andreas indicated for Bulka to lower her head, and he spoke directly into her ear. “Select what ever you want from the market for the next two days – fruit and vegtables and meat for today.”
 
Bulka was enamored by Andreas buying her all of this stuff and when she was told that she could pick out what she wanted to eat she didn't know what to do with herself. She walked around making sure to stay within distance of him and she pick out a couple baskets of fruits and two big cuts of deer meat. She went back to him with the things. She wanted more but he had already bout so much for her.
 
Andreas paid for the food, and they headed back to his place. They both carried a basket. As they went along, Andreas said, “I know I said earlier that you would be safe if you went around on your own here, and with your protection spells no one can hurt you physically; however, I didn't take into account for what people might say to you.

“I heard some of the terrible things that were said today, and I know it was hurtful. Whenever you go out, I'll go with you.”

Once inside the house, every thing went on the table. Andreas set up a spit for the fireplace and put the venison on the spits.

“We can go to the training ground while the meat cooks. I think working with spears will give you a good idea of the quarter staff.”

He removed two training spears from a corner and took them with him. They left the house, headed right for the entrance to the castle. They crossed over the drawbridge. The training ground was a short distance to the east.
 
Bulka followed him to the training fround and whne they got there she said to him "I am sorry for making you buy all of that stuff for me." She wasn'tused to having someone buying her things without wanting something in return. She was used to have someone using her for them if she ven got it.
 
“Remember when we first met, I said, 'In return for my help, I will ask for your help in finding and fighting the orcs?' I promised you my help, and I keep my promises. You have become my partner in this fight. Many people think a wizard needs no help, but this is far from the truth. Every spell takes energy, and just like a worker who labors all day then must rest, so it is also for a wizard.

“When we are fighting, I will depend on you to watch my back because even with protection spells as my power weakens, so do the spells.”

He gave Bulka one of the training spears, which had no spear head. “Find the center of the spear where it has perfect balance then move your hands the width of six hands apart. Now, the important part is how you stand.

“Move your right leg forward as if you were going to run. In this position, you can move in any direction, and you can use any end of the spear.

“Now, we will practice against one another. The protection spells will prevent us from being hurt.”

Andreas noticed Bulka's sense of balance. He tried every trick to get her off balance and nothing worked. Her power was also a surprise. Her strikes would have disarmed him easily if not for his spell.

When practice was done, he said, “You are a natural, Bulka. We will practice every day.”

They walked back to the house; once in the house, Andreas decided to play with Bulka. He used a spell to warm up the metal in her piercings then watched to see what would happen.

It didn't take long before she had torn her furs off and was cupping water from the barrel to cool off the metal.

Andreas laughed. “Sorry, I kept thinking of how to get you out of your furs."
 
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Once Bulka figured out what was happening wasn't anything serious her playful nature came out she walked naked over to Andreas and shoved her hand down his pants grabbing his cock teasingly stroking it saying "well now I think you owe me something for that." She was horny all day after their little incident when they woke up. She continued to stroke him watching him squirm under her hand. When she got him fully hard her hand went to his balls and played with them giving them a slight squeeze and tug.
 
Andreas groaned with pleasure as Bulka stroked his cock and squeezed his balls. He said, “I think I'm a bit over dressed.”

He removed his clothes and went with Bulka to the blankets. “Lie on your back.”

He knelt beside her and kissed her lips. His hands went to her breasts, touching and caressing them. “You are beautiful, Bulka, and I've wanted to touch you since I first saw you.”

One hand left her breasts and caressed down her chest and stomach then continued to her shaved mound. He pulled at her pussy folds and two fingers entered her slit.

His mouth moved to her breasts while his fingers continued to stroke eagerly in her pussy.
 
Bulka moaned and blushed as she was touched this was the first time she had felt an intimate touch that wasn't forced onto her. She put a hand on the back of his head as he teased her nipple and another found his cock again and started to stroke it as she moaned. She squirmed under his touch her intimate places were on fire again but this time it felt good.
 
Andreas groaned with pleasure as Bulka's hand started stroking his cock. His inner need and heat continued to rise.

His fingers in her pussy moved to her clit, which was no longer in its hood. He was surprised by how large it felt. His fingers squeezed her clit and pulled at the piercing.

Andreas shifted his body so that he was between Bulka's legs. He lined up his cock with her wet slit and thrust forward.

His hands moved to the blanket near her sides to help support his weight. He delighted in the warmth and wetness of Bulka's pussy. “You feel good, babe.”

He lowered his head to suck on her breasts some more. His thrusts quickened. One hand slid between them to her clit. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Hummmm, I love your wetness, Bulka, give me more.”

He thrust harder, pulling at her clit, then his cock poured its seed into her. Their bodies bucked together.

After a short while, they turned to their sides with Andreas' cock deep inside her. Bulka's breasts pressed hard to his chest.

“Your body is wonderful, Bulka, but even more you are delightful. I know you understand lonliness. I've lived here many years and haven't made one friend. People are afraid of wizards.

“You've shown no fear from the day we met, which was such a short time ago. I'm glad you're here. I realize how fortunate I am to have found you. Thank you, Bulka, for not being afraid.”

Andreas turned his head, resting it on her chest. He didn't want Bulka to see the tears in his eyes. Lonliness was a terrible thing. He'd never expected to meet anyone that he could be comfortable with. He blinked away the tears.

He turned his head back and pulled her head down. His lips met hers for a deep kiss. He smiled at her and said, “I hope you don't mind that I called you, babe.' I just couldn't help myself because you are one.”
 
Bulka loved feelin ghim in her and the way he pulled on her clit. She was writhing in passion with him and when he came in her she shuddered and came as well. She listend to him and smiled knowing she made him happy and when he moved his face away from her she moved it back kissing his tears before saying "no need to hide your feelings from me." She rolled him over on his back and got on top of him smirking before saying "Well you have woken something in me and it isn't rready to stop just yet." she ground her pussy on his cock while she kissed his neck.
 
Andreas smiled into Bulka's passionate kiss, and his smile deepened when they rolled over with her on top. Her words made his inner heat rise, then she started grinding on his cock. Her kiss on his neck caused his desire to grow even more.

“Oh, god yes, babe,” he groaned. His hips lifted to meet her as she rode him. Her pussy muscles squeezed him tight while her delightful breasts bounced with every movement.

The moans and groans of their passionate dance filled the air. It was music to his ears. His hands played with her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her tits. He slid one hand down her belly.

His fingers rubbed at her large clit, squeezing and pulling on the piercing. “Humm, Bulka, my cock is rejocing to have such a tight, wet, hot home.”

He grinned up at her and lifted his hand from her breast to her head and drew it down to him. He kissed her deeply then said, “I'm so happy you're not ready to stop yet. I have a feeling we may never stop. Each day will just be a continuation of the day before.”

He opened his mouth, and their tongues began their own dance while their bodies kept tune to the music of their moans and groans.
 
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