NTR Quest 40 - Demonkine - Complete Dominance (Patreon)
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It became clear to you that there was only one way to proceed with Heilan. The girl had already essentially been 'activated' due to her variant's negative trait being triggered and there was nothing you could do about that. Not at the time, anyway. You were in a situation where at any moment you could be thrust into danger. Beastfolk males and orcs roamed freely. Even if you tried to be the good guy you would simply be softening up her image of you, thereby setting her up to get taken by the next dominant man that threw his dick around. Or worst case scenario she would just go back to Djir. It was a sensitive situation. Ultimately you had to admit that Kara had the right idea.
“Should you be standing up so straight in front of me?” You asked Heilan, just trying to measure her reaction to your attempt at dominance.
The girl realized immediately what you meant. Her curled up tail began wagging as she tilted her head down and bowed slightly before you.
“Sorry.” She offered casually.
You had to wonder if she was testing you, as well. Her trait meant that she practically begged to be controlled and used to extreme degrees. To be a second to someone that would rule her life. So, it was strange for her to be so flippant. You sighed, not used to this at all.
“Be more formal.” You reached out and flicked one of her ears lightly, in case your request was not enough. That set it twitching. A shudder ran down Heilan's back and she inhaled deeply.
As she exhaled she nodded and tried again. “I apologize deeply, Master.”
“Okay.” You nod, resting a hand on top of her head. You rubbed her head as one would a pet and she seemed to respond to that extremely favorably by leaning into it, but not so much that she broker her posture. For the moment you were giving her everything she needed. Firmness, correction and a reward for good behavior. It was something you would have to get used to, but you resolved to get it right for her. Her slipping away from you in favor of some other beast was not only bad for your group, you decided it would be bad for her as well. You glanced over and furrowed your brow as on your opposite side Raithe was standing and watching with the same blank expression she always held. After a moment she started mimicking Heilan's posture. You nipped that in the bud by gripping her shoulder and pushing her back upright.
“Nope. Not you. Stop that.” You warned, wagging your finger in front of her face to try and get her to understand. She looked confused, but she always did ever since her soul was shattered, so it did not convey much to you about what she was thinking, if anything. As you released her she did not try to repeat the same actions again and just stood by innocently. You glanced over and saw that Heilan was still in the same bent over, subservient posture.
“Stay close to me, keep your head down, do NOT talk to anyone except me and look after this one but do not try to do anything with her.” You ordered Heilan firmly. Her head was down still but you could tell she was listening because her ears had rotated towards you to the full extent that they were able. Once she was sure you had stopped talking she nodded and straightened up her posture, but kept her head lowered.
“Understood!”
*
You tried to take your mind off of Jeane by going around to the rest of your party to see how they were managing. The first was Luire. The elf was sitting quietly by himself at a table. He of course showed very little interest in the dancing and partying.
“How are you holding up?” As you asked that he looked up and lifted a brow at Heilan standing submissively behind you. Her arm was locked with Raithe's, since she was told to look after her. He decided against bringing it up.
“I am doing well.”
You stared down at him curiously. “Sorry, I understand why places like this might be uncomfortable for you.”
He shook his head lightly and panned his gaze across the sitting area of the bad section. “This type of place neither bothers me or entices me.” He looked at you pointedly.
“As you could imagine.”
“Right, right.” You blushed.
“Sorry...” You considered what else to say. For much of the trip after your initial meeting you had given quite a lot of lead to both Vura and Luire, with the focus very much being on Heilan. Despite that, they seemed to manage themselves quite well. You could see past Luire that Vura was in her element, enjoying the beastfolk girls dancing on tables. You decided that she basically needed nothing else. From you or anyway. Vura was a trooper. Luire was as well. As you centered your gaze on him your eyes fell upon his long, pointed ears. You still could not take your mind off Jeane.
“You are an elf.”
“Yes.” He nodded, as though that was not a strange thing to bring up after so long.
Your face was lush after realizing how vague your comment was. The intent came after you said it, as well, so there was no use explaining. You simply moved forward with what you were getting at.
“Are dark elves much different from you?”
Luire considered the question carefully. “I do not fully know. I just always knew that my kind came from them and that they still do exist.” He smirked.
“I was always told that they were malicious, but who knows if that is true. It is said that they are all attuned to magic, while my kind is more similar to humanity in that some of us simply... Are not. I have heard stories of them living much longer as well. Thousands of years, easily, instead of a hundred or two for us.”
“I know the Kingdom stigmatizes them. Is that because of the 'maliciousness' rumors?”
“It's mostly because they sided with these people.” Luire motioned around the room at the various peoples the humans would refer to as demons.
“It's probably more to do with that. The rumors and myths and other nasty stuff will come after that pretty easily.”
You smiled at the reasonable response. “Is it the same with orcs?”
Luire rested a hand on his dagger as soon as you said that. “Orcs? What do you mean?”
You were a bit taken aback. “Are the rumors about those untrue?”
He shook his head firmly. “No. They're true. Orcs are an actual problem. My home nation, Poren, has been at war with them since our creation. Maybe even before that.” Poren was a nation to the east of Trysk, the vast land containing your Kingdom, and many other human kingdoms. Poren was a nation of elves that existed long before yours, but they only truly began expanding around the same period as Vagar's conquests. The two were not unrelated. Therefore, your nations were tied together rather closely. Poren's southern reaches was one of the main battlegrounds between orcs, men and elves.
“But what about the nasty stuff coming after the conflict?”
“Sometimes nastiness is just nastiness.” Luire asserted.
“Orcs are a male only race that can breed elves, humans, beastfolk, pretty much anything that walks on two legs that we know of. The offspring will always be orc if male, or the base race if female.”
“So they are perfectly set up to replace the males of any race?” You began to get worried more and more for Jeane.
Luire nodded solemnly. “Their primary goal in politics, war and anything else is to remove males of other races from the breeding pool through any means necessary while indoctrinating the women.”
You gulp. “How would an orc go about doing that with a woman, generally?”
“I don't like thinking about it.” He seemed pained, as though it weighed particularly hard on him.
“But they will always seek to brainwash the woman into removing her awareness of herself as an 'elf' or a 'human' or a 'beastfolk.' Regardless of what she is, the orc will convince her she is an 'orc woman.' In the least violent cases, an orc will also do the same to males. They will remove their perception of themselves as males, then proceed to the second step once that is done as though they are females.” He stared gravely at you.
“When Poren loses a town or city to orcs it is impossible to take back the population after enough time has passed. That is how much of a problem they are. The people that live there are brainwashed and all the children that are born are 'orcs.' regardless of race.”
“Jeane walked away with an orc less than an hour ago.” You mention nervously.
Luire's eyes widened at that and he stood up. “Well, you need to get her away from him, obviously.”
“Shouldn't she know all of this if she's an elf?” You groan, rubbing your face.
“If she grew up sheltered she may not. City elves, kingdom elves; they may go their whole life without meeting one, mercifully. But her not knowing anything at all just makes it more of a dangerous situation for her.”
“Could you come with me and tell her what you told me? For some reason while we were around the orc I was trying to warn her, but I didn't do a good job. I became so emotional. She did too, to be fair...”
Luire bit his thumb. “I wonder if it's a shaman...”
“A magic user? Definitely is.” You remember clearly that he had some abilities and aptitude with magic.
“That is not good. Orcs have their own magic that we do not understand fully. They keep their secrets very well hidden because simply getting close to one, even a hostage, can be dangerous. I know that Poren does not allow orc magic users to be used as dignitaries and if any arrive they are killed.”
“You know a lot about orcs.”
He nodded and pointed down towards his nethers. “Yeah, well...”
You understood immediately. “I thought that was done by your own people?”
“It was.” He added cryptically.
“Let's go.”
You began sifting through the crowd with Luire to try and find Jeane. As you are walking you happen to catch a glimpse of a stage where a crimson-haired fox-girl wearing a veil is dancing seductively. Many men, including the old mage were drooling over her as she moved extremely fluidly across the small circular state. Her state of dress was not any better or worse than what she usually wore. A thong, with some stiletto heels. She wore a top that was thin and probably meant to be very easy to take off. All of it was red, to fit in with her general aesthetic. The area seemed to care a lot about aesthetic with all of the girls dressing appropriately to what they were. Their jewelry, their clothes, their hair. It all just seemed to fit. If you spaced out for a second you would find yourself being enticed by one or more of the beauties, but thankfully you were focused.
Gradually, thanks to Luire you were able to track down Jeane and the orc. She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other on a bench. Your eyes widened as you viewed the orc leaning over towards her. You rushed forward, feeling an overflowing of panic and emotion.
“Stop! Stop!” A few guests turned to look at you briefly before ignoring you. The orc noticed you right away and leaned back, his broad brow raising. Jeane stared at you with an annoyed expression. Her arms crossed tightly over her slight chest.
“What?” She snapped back at you.
You could have been a bit more diplomatic, but you felt yourself fill with annoyance and rage as well at what you viewed to be her immediately getting with the orc man she just met.
“Kissing on the first date?” You utter derisively.
Jeane rolled her eyes. “No, actually. He was whispering something to me.”
“Kid's got basically no faith in you, Jeanie.” The orc mocked, offering you a little wink that only set you off further. Before you could say anything else, however, Luire caught up to you.
“Please, believe me madam. The orc is dangerous and does not have your best interest in mind.” Luire stated simply and clearly.
The mage shook her delicate head. “Do you think I can not make that judgment for myself?”
Luire stared at you hesitantly. You stared back, trying to hold back your emotions around the orc. You could see Luire growing increasingly worried and upset. Though it was subtle, it was very noticeable as you had always known the elf to be very measured and calm.
“Did you aggravate her before?” He asked through clenched teeth. You opened your mouth to argue, but instead chose to nod guiltily in fear of what you might say to further exacerbate things. He whispered.
“We need to diffuse this tension somehow. She seems upset and spiteful. I do not know if she would listen to even me.”
As if to confirm that statement Jeane waved a hand dismissively. “He told me all the racist things you were going to say. As a dark elf, myself, I do not appreciate the stereotyping.”
You gritted your teeth as well. “You only realized you were a dark elf less than a week ago and now you're saying 'as a dark elf?' besides, sometimes things really are exactly what people say they are.”
Jeane huffed. “How can we confirm that intellectually without conversing, though.”
“Exactly. But they don't want that. They want you to just write me off because they don't think as good as you do. They aren't smart enough to see the stuff you do, Jeanie.” The orc said, perfectly playing into her pride.
“Stupid! Stupid wo-” Luire, for the first time you had ever seen, lost his cool. You swiftly covered his mouth to stifle the insult. Jeane was taken aback by the display, but thankfully you stopped him before too much damage could be done.
“Calm down.” You say into Luire's twitching ear as you yourself also feel yourself becoming more and more emotional. A number of thoughts ran through your head. The first one and most pressing thought was that you were right, Jeane was stupid and she needed you to save her. You ran through ways to save her. Violence did come to mind, but you realized even in your emotional state that it was not an option without upsetting the raccoon. Reasoning with her was still an option, but you were not sure if the words would actually reach her. She was already skillfully fed a rational by the orc that ran counter to what you were trying to warn her about and she ate it up.
“Oh that girl's just upset because her parents chose to join us.” The orc pointed to an angry Luire. You had to hold him back with all your strength. You could tell what he was thinking without him even having to say anything; how did he know? You wondered the same thing earlier. He pointed at you, next.
“That girl is really, really mad because all the women important to her end up with other guys.” That one stung.
Jeane tilted her head to one side. She actually seemed a little touched. “Is that what you are worried about happening here?” She sighed lightly and uncrossed her arms.
“I get it if you care about me. Do you?” She asked.
You nodded truthfully. “I do. I care a lot. Honestly, I'm still considering your offer pretty strongly.”
Jeane smiled sweetly. “That... Makes sense. I understand the insecurity a little better.” She stood up and began walking towards you. The orc grunted, but did not stop her.
“I am sorry for being so emotional.”
You calmed down quite a bit. “I'm sorry, too.”
She stared at you rather timidly. “I really do like you, Hero. I believe that we could have something now that 'teacher and student' is off the table. What do you think?” She held out her delicate, pale hands.
You gulped and took them. “I think so, too, but...” You stared past her at the smug orc, narrowing your eyes at him.
Jeane seemed somewhat troubled. She wanted something from you. “The orc and I are friends. He is not bad.” She took a deep breath and stared you down very assertively. Her hands clenched yours.
“If it is a problem, it means you do not trust me. If you do not trust me then I do not believe we can be together.” She was very serious. There was nothing you could say to contradict her, no matter how wrong you knew she was.
“What does trusting you mean in regards to him?” You motion with your head towards the orc.
“It means letting him be around. I am learning new things. I am learning about this place. I am meeting new people. I need to come into my own.” Jeane explained. You glanced over. Luire was shaking next to you. It was time to make a decision. Preferably quick, because it seemed as though the elf was going to lose control. You could trust Jeane and allow the dangerous orc to be 'around.' for the duration of your stay. Or, you could get in the way. You had powers, new powers that you had yet to fully flex. They probably worked on orcs and would allow you to get between her and him in a way that would let her be 'trusted' while also being kept out of danger.