Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 20:19:43 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Gelroc Warrior

			    THE GELROC WARRIOR
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     The mountains had not yet tasted spring as the lowlands had. Snow lay
still upon the ground more often than not, and the clouds above promised to
add to the white patches rather than help remove them if the bite in the
air Cullen felt grew deeper with the oncoming night.
     His horse nickered nervously and Cullen knew from that and the slight
snuffling sound to his left that Magrak had ridden up beside him, and that
even before the smell hit his own nostrils, fetid and unclean, not like
rotten meat, but more like a place where rotten meat had lain for so long
that it had fouled all around it though the meat itself had been carried
off by dung beetles.
     Cullen reached down and patted his horse's neck soothingly, his large,
athletic arm stroking the region just below the mane, a place that his
horse Airsprite always favored. "Easy, now, old girl." he said in his husky
low voice, then reached up and shifted the helmet slightly upon his own
brow. "You should know that scent by now." He meant the saur, not Magrak,
though perhaps the horse had smelt a bit of that as well.
     Well might Airsprite fear the smell of a gelroc warrior, but Magrak
took great pains to cleanse and thus diminish his body odor, distinguishing
himself from his wild relatives who plagued travelers such as his master in
all their unwashed, fetid glory, attacking in hordes that held great
ferocity but no true skill in battle, a seasoned warrior such as himself
(and, he must tell the truth, Magrak) had little trouble fending them
off. Heaven's Lords knew that Lenner (Lenner! He still could not even think
that name without his heart aching in pain!) had been a seasoned warrior
and had fended off many a gelroc alongside Cullen...until the meeting with
a band of gelrocs that they'd had on their trip down this same mountain
last fall when one gelroc had landed a blow that had knocked Lenner's own
helm from his head and then followed up with another that had split that
noble face asunder. Cullen had raged and slaughtered that gelroc horde
mercilessly, even trying to chase them as they fled for a space.
     And now! O foul, cruel twist of fate! A gelroc warrior rode by his
side as a fellow guardsman! His master Bethel had been completely charmed
by Magrak as he'd stood before him to petition for a job. To see a gelroc
dressed in human battle armor and his hair, normally filthy and askew, all
neatly combed and washed and tied back from his face. Were it not for the
yellow, catlike eyes, the broad blunt nose smeared across the wide face,
and the rather prominent tusklike lower canines reaching outside his lips
even when he essayed no smile, that and the way that he was built overall,
broad, solid and hairy as a bear, and built to much the same scale, were it
not for all this, Magrak would have made a fine showing as a warrior. And
his language was as genteel as any Cullen had spoken to....
     "We will want to be extra cautious when we venture down the other side
of this ascent." Magrak said to him. He had wanted to speak with Cullen,
the head of their small band of hired warriors, the reason he had ridden up
beside Cullen.
     "You have seen something?" Cullen said as civilly as he could. He felt
kinder toward this gelroc masquerading as human since their skirmish with a
smaller band of gelrocs earlier today. Not only had Magrak fought them with
as much fierce skill as any human could have mustered, he had come to
Cullen's aid when he'd been unhorsed in the fray, standing before him and
letting him get to his feet as he fended off three gelrocs, slaying one and
wounding a second before Cullen could come to his assistance.
     "This is my third trip through these hills." Magrak said. "A tribe of
gelrocs live in these hills, they favor striking on the other side of this
rise as I said."
     "Relatives of yours?" Cullen asked unkindly, then regretted it. "I
spoke rashly and do apologize." he said.
     "Nay, it is an understandable curiosity." Magrak said. "There are many
who wonder at me, living as I do between two worlds."
     "You need not speak of anything you do not wish to." Cullen didn't
want to be this gelroc's confidante.
     "There is no secret here." Magrak went on. "I was cast out of my
family's tribe when too young to have any memory of them, or perhaps I was
lost somehow. In any event, I was raised by a human couple who found me and
adopted me. They could have no children of their own, and I was child
enough to their eyes, they loved me and I love them. I was given the most
tender and loving care as I grew, up until they died a half-dozen years
ago, and my upbringing included a formal training in the art of
battle. Since then I have had to make my own way through the world. I speak
only the human tongue, I think of myself as human as any can who sees the
error of that assumption every time he glimpses himself in a reflection or
when I look down upon my body. I am gelroc by my birth, human by my
breeding, ever trapped between the two, the life of a soldier is less
onerous than some could have been. I tell you all this because I want to
you know that in battle, you may trust me as much as you trust your fellow
humans, I owe my own kind no loyalties and find their behavior as repulsive
as you do."
     "You convinced me of that this very morning." Cullen admitted. "In the
next battle, you may fight by my side and we will put any who try to molest
our master to the blades as one."
     "I am grateful for your words, more than you can imagine. I find the
treatment I receive in life something which I must most often be
philosophical about."
     "We shall camp soon." Cullen said. "Tomorrow will be soon enough to
face this tribe you have warned us about."
     Magrak smiled at Cullen and that smile would have done any human
proud, and Cullen returned it as best he could. He was thankful for this
gelroc warrior's services in battle, but that was a long way from making
him think of this monstrosity as a friend. Lenner had been a friend of
Cullen's, and that parting was still too soon to have him seeking a
replacement in this big, hairy brute!
     After the meal, he saw Magrak moving apart from the other warriors,
who were setting up their tents. The air was as bitterly cold as he had
thought it would be, the morning would find a frosting of snow upon them
all. But Magrak wasn't setting a tent, he was building himself a stock of
firewood, little enough of that though there was. But the tents were
supplied by the master, as were the blankets. Did Magrak have neither?
     He approached his master at his bigger fire well-tended by his
servants, before his larger tent. "Have you no tent or blanket for Magrak?"
     "Which one is that?" his master said in honest puzzlement, then he
remembered. "Ah, yes, the big hairy warrior I hired recently, yes!" The
servants laughed as did the master, Cullen did not though he forced a
smile. "He has hair enough to warm him, don't you think?"
     "It will be a fearsomely cold night for anyone, human or...or Magrak."
     "I just didn't think of it." the master protested in that lightning
flash change of emotion from confident leader to petulant spoiled
man-child, though he was many years' Cullen's elder. "Really, we had enough
blankets and tents last fall, and I only hired Magrak to replace the one
man we lost. Can't he use the tent and blanket that man left behind?"
     "Lenner." Cullen said. "He was my best friend, he is the one who died
in your defense."
     "Yes, Lenner. Can't he use Lenner's tent and blanket?"
     "Nay, my lord, for Lenner and I shared both."
     "So share with the gelroc if his warmth is of concern to you." the
master dismissed him with a wave of his hand and to the tune of the
laughing servants, Cullen went away, seething. A proper master would keep a
better eye on things than this one had, he shouldn't have had to bring this
up...would have if he'd known that the master was this careless.
     He went to where Magrak had given up trying to find fuel for his fire
and he was now building one. He couldn't expect this fire to keep him warm
enough for the night, he must plan to sit up all night long and nap as best
he could in the saddle, and that through territory that would get only more
hostile as the days progressed, not until they left these mountains two
weeks or so hence would they be safe once more in human-held lands.
     He walked up to Magrak and said, "That fire won't be larger than a
candle on an altar, I think."
     "It will do." Magrak said to him. "It will have to, I must husband my
fuel carefully if I wish to have heat all this night."
     Cullen took a deep breath and said, "No need of a fire at all. You
shall reside with me this night in my tent and share my bed and my
blanket." He and Lenner had bought a fairly thick comforter some years
before, when they'd first formed their binds of warrior trust and
comradeship.
     Magrak was clearly dumbfounded by this. Not that it was a kindness but
that it would be directed to him by any human no matter what debt he had
laid at that man's door. His mouth moved a time or two in a very human
fashion of shock, then he recovered and said, "I would be most grateful."
     "The tent is not overlarge." Cullen said as impartially as he
could. "You will need to remove your armor before you enter for there is no
room inside to disrobe."
     "I shall be there directly." Magrak agreed and moved to gather his
firewood pile to add it to the main supply for tomorrow's morning meal.
     Cullen went back and into his own tent which had been assembled by his
soldiers before they began their own (a small perk to his being their
leader). He went inside and began to remove his own clothing for his
bed. He would undress down to his bare skin and place his clothing on top
of the blankets, tonight was safe enough for unclothed sleeping and the
added layers would be more effective there than around his own body.
     He had just removed his underclothing and laid it out to air when the
tent flap lifted and Magrak entered. He was wearing only a tunic and
leggings and he goggled at Cullen's nude body. Mayhaps he had never seen an
unclothed human, and he was getting a look at a prime specimen, Cullen
thought with not-unmerited pride. He knew he was a strong, rugged, muscled
human male, his body bearing only a few pale lines of scars from sword
wounds, the remainder of him was unmarred with blemish or pockmark, he was
a sleek form of muscle and sinew in proper proportions, well worth the look
of a curious gelroc.
     When he had let Magrak look long enough, he felt, he moved and got
under his covers. "You may take the other side of my bedding. I placed my
own clothing on top so that it could help warm us tonight. My last bedmate
and I did that any cold night that we dared undress for bed."
     "You are wise." Magrak said and began to remove his own last layer of
clothing. He had no underclothing beneath the two garments mentioned
before, but with his heavy hair all over his body, such were probably
unneeded and unwanted. Cullen noted that even this thick hair did not
prevent him from getting a look at the organ that Magrak carried between
his legs. On a human, it would be a prodigious weapon, even Cullen's own
thick manhood was no match for this prod.
     And the bearer of this huge tool was crawling into bed with him, the
bed too small to let him do this and not press up against Cullen's own
body, his front to Cullen's back, spoon-fashion, side by side.
     "You are warm." Cullen noted with some surprise. "Very nice!"
     "My fur can trap heat for some time and I was exerting myself until a
short moment ago." Magrak explained. "Soon enough, I shall be as glad of
your warmth against my body as you are now of mine."
     "We shall sleep well together." Cullen agreed. "You keep your coat
very clean and free of odor."
     "I bathe myself as often as I can." Magrak explained. "I shall not
stay as fine as this through the mountains, I fear."
     "Nor will I." Cullen assured him. "Now, let us seek our rest, for
tomorrow we must begin to earn our money as warriors in earnest."
     He had not intended anything more than this, to aid a fellow warrior
(however unusual in ancestry) in keeping warm and alert, he would have done
the same for any other new man in his ranks. But he had overlooked one
thing. His men had, with the sole exception of Magrak, been together for
more than three years. They had all formed their own alliances for the
nights on the trail and had been traveling enough to make use of those
alliances most eagerly.
     The tents about them resounded to the tones of men making love in the
night. None of the men were being overly loud about it, but the noises were
clear and unmistakable.
     Magrak was not pressing his groin very tightly against Cullen's
buttocks, but after a time, Cullen became aware of a new source of warmth
as that organ he had glimpsed briefly earlier now re-introduced itself to
him again by pressing it turgid fullness against his buttocks. Cullen
stirred and Magrak hastily said, "My apology for my traitor body, I cannot
help but hear what is going on around me and my body is stirred by this."
     "I understand." Cullen said. "It is normal for human and gelroc alike,
I guess."
     "As a gelroc, it is more than that for me, I fear." Magrak breathed
huskily in his ear. "I am of a species in which the mating urge can be
triggered. If a couple is mating nearby, my body begins to enter into rut."
     "Rut?" Cullen asked in alarm. "Then you...."
     "My body wishes to go to those who are mating and see if I can
pre-empt the mating and take the female for myself."
     "But there are only men about us." Cullen told him. "Men taking their
pleasure as they can upon the road, no more."
     "I know that, but my body..." Magrak shrugged and this caused his cock
to twitch against Cullen's buttocks. "...my body still wishes to intrude
upon them just the same."
     "You cannot leave!" Cullen did not want to have his men at each
other's throats, and if Magrak was going to be "rutting" like a bull in the
process, there could not be a good result however it played out. "If you
are going to go into rut, we'll just keep you right here until you leave
your rut."
     "You do not understand!" panted Magrak. "This is not a choice of my
mind! This is my body, and my body does not obey!"
     "If your body won't obey, then I'll have to compel it." Cullen turned
in Magrak's embrace which was getting tighter about his body. He faced the
big gelroc and saw an agony of heat in his eyes, in his face, in his
teeth. A heavy musky smell filled Cullen's nostrils, very male, and somehow
exciting. He felt that if he were to have sex with this gelroc
(blasphemy!), then it would be very raunchy, very rough, practically the
sex of animals.
     His own cock, already somewhat stirred by the sounds of sex around him
(he had been forced to resort to his own hand on more than one occasion
since Lenner's death), surged to full erection, and as he completed his
turn, his cock brushed Magrak's. "Sorry." he murmured.
     Magrak's eyes, yellow slits of irises, were glowing as they looked
into his. "And I am sorry for what I now must do. I must!" And his arms,
which had held Cullen even as he turned, now closed upon him hard and
pulled him roughly up against his hairy form.
     The cock which had only brushed him so far now was pressed against his
own groin. The mouth with those sharp, sharp teeth were snorting huskily,
hot breaths pulsing against his neck, and then the lips were kissing his
shoulder, in a large, wet, obscene way. Cullen felt his abdomen, where
Magrak's cock was resting, becoming slimy. His prick was exuding its own
lubrication in some wise! The odor of this quasi-liquid substance was heavy
and thick enough to slice with a knife, but it carried the same sort of
pseudo-aphrodisiac qualities that had been overpowering Cullen's own
sensibilities for some time now.
     So much so that, when Magrak's hand moved down and caught hold of one
of Cullen's legs, he didn't fight the hold, even when his leg was lifted up
and locked with the upper thigh pressing against Cullen's body. And now
Magrak's cock could and did slide down below Cullen's body and then it was
worming itself toward a date with destiny in Cullen's body.
     "Oh, God!" Cullen gasped as he realized fully now what was about to
happen. He had taken human cocks up his ass before, and even those had been
painful enough even with a kindly and tolerant human on top of him. With
Lenner, he had even come to relish the invasion of the fleshy column into
his body.
     But now, here? He wasn't sure, he wasn't sure of anything.
     And then that huge prod touched his sphincter and began to knock for
entrance. As it did, more of that musky aroma assaulted Cullen's nostrils,
he realized that it wasn't just coming from Magrak's dong, it was exuding
from his entire body. And as he inhaled it, Cullen felt his body
relinquishing command to that incredible smell, it was ordering him to let
that dong inside him, let it in...now!
     And he moaned and the glans spread the iris of his anus and the prod
followed it in to fill him to the brink. Nothing slow about this progress,
but the shaft was liberally coated now by its own musk, and this eased the
passage greatly.
     It still hurt like hell! Cullen knew that if he cried out too much,
others would come to investigate, they would be certain that the gelroc was
raping him and then they would kill poor Magrak. So he forced himself to
stifle the moans of his pain, and it wasn't so much pain to squelch after
all.
     Magrak rolled on top of Cullen and Cullen felt the pinch of the weight
on his one extended leg, he managed to pull it from under Magrak, leaving
the entire body of the big gelroc now resting a good bit of his lower body
weight on his own knees instead of Cullen's stomach.
     But this put Magrak in a solid position to begin to fuck Cullen and
the hairy warrior did, without preamble or kisses or strokes upon his upper
body to accompany it, just a brace and then he was hunching back and forth
and that huge, hot, heavy pud was driving in and out of Cullen's ass.
     "Uh, uh, huh!" Cullen grunted as the thick organ plunged into him and
withdrew itself to plunge in again. "Oh, man, that's so big, so big!"
     But Magrak was beyond conversation, he simply grunted and snuffled as
he rammed his dong back and forth with a rough but steady motion. The musk
still assaulted Cullen's nostrils as he moved, and the sexuality of that
smell was coming very close to turning off the very intellect of Cullen's
brain as it had already done to Magrak.
     Or maybe it was that huge prod, it was stroking his prostate in a way
that was undeniably delightful however it got stroked! A slight shift of
buttocks ought to... "Oh, yeah!" Cullen sighed as the change in his
position let that shaft begin to rub his prostate liberally with every
motion. Now he could share in this joy of the bodies that Magrak was
feeling, and share in it fully!
     His cock began to pulse angrily at being neglected, Cullen reached
between himself and that hairy, thrusting body on top of him and caught
hold of his pud, began to pump at it. Joy surged through him, pleasure at
the fucking he was getting, pleasure at the jerking he was giving himself,
and both of those combined in his brain into sheer, raw, powerful ecstasy!
     "Oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he gasped out to Magrak, but the
thrusts into his body didn't change for that revelation. He didn't know how
long gelrocs mated for, but he hoped it wouldn't be longer than a short
while longer!
     For his climax was climbing up his brain as he moved, lightning
flashes behind his eyes, electrical pulses raced from his cock throughout
his body, his blood roared in his ears and his heart, which pounded heavily
inside his chest, and in all of that, he hit his climax, stiffened and
convulsed in Magrak's hairy, tight embrace. "I'm com-ommm-nuh-huh-uh,
GUH-HUNNNHHHHHH!" he cried out as his orgasm sprayed itself all over
Magrak's hairy stomach. His own scent of male lust added itself to the
heady mixture exuded by Magrak's body and in that aroma, it was like Magrak
found himself again.
     For he gave out a hearty roar and a hard rush of hot ejaculate swarmed
into Cullen's bowels from Magrak's meaty man-mallet and Magrak growled and
snarled like a savage beast far, far removed from all the human civility
that had been a lifelong gloss upon the gelroc body.
     "AHAH-AHH-RAHH-RAHH-GRAHH-GRUHH-UHH-RUHHH, HUNNNHHH!" Magrak snarled
above him, as the salty flood poured into Cullen's ass, and from there it
was squelched about by the continuing thrusts from the dong that had
generated it, and the motions made it slop out and onto the covers beneath
them, soaking the bedding, soaking Cullen's ass and then it was over and
Magrak was done, a heavy, panting, hairy burden upon his body and then
Magrak rolled off of Cullen to lie beside him and the night was quiet once
more, save for the whistling and ever-present sound of the wind.
     After a short silence, Cullen dared ask, "Magrak? Are you...all
right?"
     "I...yes. I am now all right." Magrak admitted. "Have I injured you in
any way?"
     "No. Or not much." Cullen said ruefully. "I'm not looking forward to
sitting on my horse tomorrow, but I'll live with it. How about you?"
     "I am over my rut. You saved me from going out and making a fool of
myself. It has happened before. Another reason for me to be a mercenary, I
can always leave for another town when it happens."
     "Until you run out of towns." Cullen agreed. "Are you in danger of
returning to rut any time soon?"
     "My body has eased, I will be safe until perhaps tomorrow night, or
the night after." Magrak said. "I haven't had that much opportunity to test
it, you must understand. I am not triggered by anything but the sexual
act."
     "Well, warriors on the trail spend a lot of nights doing just that."
     "Then I must depart tomorrow, before I wreak more harm than the gelroc
tribes would." Magrak said sorrowfully. "Mayhaps one day I can find a
partner who would relish a bout of lusty lovemaking every night, for that
is my only other option to always moving."
     "You could leave us." Cullen said. "Unless, of course...."
     The next morning, the master summoned Cullen as he was having his
breakfast. "I have considered your dilemma." he said to Cullen. "And I
wouldn't want my best officer to be unhappy. I can give this gelroc I hired
two sets of bedding and he can tie it into a tent. And I'll buy him a true
tent as soon as we make it back to human civilization. How about that?"
     "That's very kind of you, sir." Cullen said. "But Magrak will be
sleeping with me from now on. We won't need the additional tent."
     The master considered this. "Well, if you don't mind the fleas, I'm
sure I don't. Have it as you would. I wish to depart soon, have the men
make ready soon as they finish eating."
     And Cullen gave the salute of acknowledged orders, then turned back to
his men, and to his new lover, the gelroc warrior. There would be many more
cold nights to come, but his own nights would be warm indeed.

                             THE END
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