Type ✒ Story
Characters ✒ Vater Orlaag
Kinks ✒ Hunger Kink
There wasn't much time left. The Doomstar was already approaching the planet in an alarming speed and would soon enter its orbit. The Metalocalypse was about to reach its epic climax. It was only a matter of days now. Salacia, the Half Man, would finally be complete, and Vater Orlaag's purpose would then be fulfilled.
Orlaag certainly considered himself one, if not the most loyal follower of Salacia. Since the very beginning, he had firmly believed that only his master knew how to handle the Doomstar's power properly. He was determined to assist him to his best ability and prevent Dethklok from winning this battle of the Gods.
Simply keeping the band trapped and obedient would be easy enough, if it were only for them. These freaks were morons who could barely tie their own shoelaces. But this mysterious Army of the Doomstar... the thought of it made the tribunal member uneasy with concern. Nobody knew where it was located, who it consisted of. Klokateers? Perhaps even something holier? Was there a chance that his master could be endangered after all, if that really was the case?
The US military would have to be prepared to deal with the worst, and because General Crozier wasn't entirely trustworthy, Vater Orlaag was now fully responsible for how their army would handle the situation. In all honesty, even the spiritual expert couldn't predict if a dragon the size of a continent or another damned troll would show up... With everything he'd seen in the past months, it could very well be possible.
For this reason, Orlaag had spent the past few days in solitude, organizing the operation as best as he could. Day and night, he'd been wrecking his head about how the Half Man's followers would deal with any potential outcome. Failure was not an option. He could not disappoint his master. He could not allow anything to go wrong.
The tribunal member noticed his eyesight becoming blurry as he stared down at the papers in front of him. His own handwriting didn't seem to make much sense to him anymore at this point. Orlaag let out a small sigh as he rubbed his face with one hand. He would have never expected to spend so much time worrying about wyverns, basilisks, giant snakes and similar things in his earlier life. Nobody would thank him for this tedious work, but for his master, he was willing to keep this up for days.
His eyes landed on one of his discarded strategy plans. Now that he thought about it - when was the last time he had slept, anyway? Eaten?
As if on cue, his body seemed to answer his question. The expert inhaled deeply, wishing to release the air in the form of a sigh - but instead, he ended up holding his breath when he suddenly felt a familiar pain in his upper belly. His stomach contracted painfully, and the expansion of his lungs caused the organ to let out a deafening rumble that lasted for several seconds. Quickly, Orlaag's hand flew towards his middle, grasping at his robe in surprised shame. Though nobody was in the room with him, the sheer intensity of his hunger was embarrassing to him. How could he neglect himself like this?
Vater Orlaag felt his cheeks heating up as his gaze wandered towards his gut. It seemed to dawn on him just how hungry he was. It must have been many hours since his last meal... if not even a day. Or even longer...
And yet, the tribunal member was stubbornly fixated on his task. Salacia had to come before anything else, including his own needs, if he wanted the Half Man to succeed. He relied on him. The tall man released his grip on his robe and once again bent over his desk, attempting to study his handwritten strategy plans once more.
His sight was still blurry. An uncomfortable sense of vertigo began to settle behind his forehead, and it caused him to furrow his brows. He could feel soft bubbling inside his upper belly again, and as much as he wanted to force himself to ignore it, the feeling rapidly formed into an uncomfortable pang.
"Ngh...", Vater Orlaag hunched over the table even more, his hand reaching for his middle one more time. The warmth of his own fingers felt mortifyingly comfortable on his struggling stomach, which once again erupted into a massive growl that vibrated through his entire midriff. A shocked gasp left the expert's mouth, his face quickly growing hotter when he realized just how loud the noise was. He was convinced it could be heard even outside of the isolated room.
This time, Orlaag's hand didn't leave his middle. He began to rub along his upper belly in small strokes; a desperate attempt to prevent the organ inside from cramping up once again. But his stomach was so painfully empty that it refused to calm down so easily. The man could feel his gut churn and gurgle as his insides shifted around all the air inside, trying to find something, anything it could digest. Somehow, it felt even more uncomfortable than the drawn out rumbles that shook him to his core.
The tribunal member spun around, his heart skipping a beat when he suddenly heard his master's voice from right behind him. Salacia's expression seemed unfazed, sinister as always, but there was something in his eyes that the Vater didn't recognize, and it almost frightened him.
"Your stomach. It disrupts my rest."
Orlaag's cheeks quickly heated up even further, his entire body filled with shame. He hadn't expected anyone to hear it, especially not from so far away - but he could have at least considered the possibility that the Half Man had excellent hearing.
"I... I sincerely apologize-"
"I do not want to hear your apologies, Vater."
Salacia's tone was stern and strict, as if he were speaking to a stubborn child. It embarrassed the tribunal member even further. He had woken his master when he needed to rest and gather his strength, simply because he had forgotten to feed himself...
As if the situation couldn't get any more uncomfortable, Vater Orlaag's stomach reacted with a particularly loud rumble. Though he attempted to muffle the noise by wrapping his arm around his middle, it didn't seem to help. The drawn out noise made Salacia furrow his brows, and the spiritual expert's cheeks were aflame with embarrassment at his own behavior. He couldn't believe his master saw him like this... he was meant to think about the upcoming battle, and instead, a simple hungry stomach destroyed his ability to focus. And worst of all, the Half Man felt bothered by it. Salacia's eyes seemed to stare a hole into the tribunal member's midriff.
There was a sense of urgency in Salacia's tone.
"You cannot focus on an empty stomach. I need you to be in your best form, Vater."
"I... I will eat right away, master."
"Good... I do not expect any further interruptions now. You will eat, and then you will sleep."
Salacia kept his eyes fixed on Orlaag as he obediently left the room, the shame still written all over his face. He couldn't believe he had disappointed his master with this reckless behavior... something like this must never happen again. The pretty much constant grumbling of his stomach as Vater Orlaag passed by some of Salacia's loyal followers truly made his way to the army kitchen a walk of shame.
