NTR Quest 43 - Demonkine - Leave Luire (Patreon)
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“Wait here just a second.” You asked, releasing Luire to approach Jeane. If she saw him she would not only know that you followed her, but that you went so far as to track her into the salon. It could have given her the idea that you do not trust her. You do not, for the most part. You definitely think that she is out of her depth with the orc, but you were treading lightly to attempt to mitigate his instigation. Any small thing you did could contribute to a strange outburst of emotion. You felt it yourself, there was something off about him.
Luire stumbled a bit as you released him. “Huh? Wait, I-” You stop hearing him amidst the ambient sound of the circus around you. As you pretend to find Jeane for the first time you try to act shocked.
“Oh, you bought some new clothes?”
Jeane turned around to acknowledge you. “Yes! From what I understand, my people dress lightly. I understand that such a thing may... titillate certain groups, or individuals but it is purely for my own sake." In addition to her new state of dress, the tight, skin-bulging fishnets, she wore a new layer of makeup over her face. Red lips, cats-eye. Her messy hair had also been fixed into a neat ponytail .
“Honestly, I just really needed a good grooming after that trip, as well. I feel I am really ready to get back on track, now.” She announced proudly.
“Of course.” You say, baring a smile. It all sounded like cope to you, but you were attempting to tread the line between supportive and supplicative.
“Did they... Do anything else?” You were thinking about the process they treated Luire to. If they did the same thing to her she would not look nearly as normal as she did standing before you. At least, normal in the way she was acting.
“Oh, no. They simply touched up my makeup, granted me a new little travel case for the road and I also got these clothes.” You noticed that among all of the things she said, she did not bring up that it was free. That told you that deep down she knew the process was going to be sketchy. Jeane was smart enough to understand that nothing was truly free. It made you think that she was almost with you on how bad the orc was, but that her emotional nature was getting the better of her when he was around.
“What about you? Where did you both go?”
“We simply wandered around, then I lost track of Luire.” You said smoothly, allowing yourself some plausible deniability. To avoid leaving him for too long you glanced around and mentioned.
“I was hoping you'd come help me find him.” With that, you could join everyone back together and avoid any nasty implications. It was perfect. You could even show her the odd thing they did to boost his libido.
“I would but it does not seem necessary.” Jean pointed.
“Why?” You turned as Jeane pointed and right away saw Luire under the the arm of the orc. He approached you two. His hand was notably resting on Luire's rear. The elf was uncomfortable, but for all the wrong reasons. It was clear to you that he was trying to contain himself and failing. You cursed yourself, mostly. It did not occur to you that the orc would swoop in on Luire after you left him for less than a minute, but you did know it was a possibility. It was a risk you took. Even if it was not an orc it could have been anyone. Luire was unnaturally horny and scantily dressed in a circus of degeneracy.
Jeane immediately noticed Luire's state of dress. “Did you-” She was interrupted by the orc as he spoke over the intrusive sound of the circus.
“I found this one all alone...” He began, staring at you as he said that. You felt awash with guilt.
“and was just discussing with her that we need to reconnect her with her roots! She's an orc, after all.” Luire exhaled lightly. He was annoyed, but did not seem to be able to say anything.
Jeane clutched your hand. Even she saw the oddness with which Luire was behaving. “Is that so?” She inquired, looking to him for a more obvious sign. She did not get one. Luire was being perfectly passive. It was odd, but not in an actionable sense.
“The elven brainwashing has... had a firm grip on me. I am being advised closely on how to reconnect with my orc roots.” Luire said, pausing several times as though he was reading from a script.
The orc grinned widely. “We need to deprogram her. I've decided to take it upon myself.” He motioned towards his chest and made himself seem quite gracious and kind in his actions with the way he flourished his fat hand.
“Is that right?” Jeane added, again making only confirming requests. Luire nodded. You hoped that she would ultimately see how strange it was, but instead, the moment he nodded in agreement she let it go.
“I see. Very well. What does that entail?” She was instead curious.
The orc was happy to explain and motioned you both to walk with him. With your hand still in hers Jeane followed after the orc and moved to walk beside him. You had no choice but to move and catch up.
“Well, it's all mostly to do with the story I told you. Masculinity is an orcish trait. It was ours originally. Others just started mimicking it. They pretty often don't even get it right.”
“Interesting.” Jeane remarked in a way that made you uncertain about how genuine her interest was.
“How do you figure this, when masculine traits are physically present in most races? Men, for example...” She was approaching it scientifically, but it bothered you that she was humoring him at all. You also noticed that the orc was slowly leading you all back to his area, as well. Gradually you would be dragged further and further away. It was not dangerous in the usual sense, it simply placed you out of reach of help if anything should go wrong.
He seemed happy to receive the hardball question. You assumed it would be something difficult to rebuke, but he had an answer ready. Raising a finger he asked.
“You know there's ways to transform a male's body?”
Jeane nodded evenly. “I... Suppose. Physical, magical, spiritual. It is possible. But what does that have to do with what you are saying?”
“None of that stuff works on my kind. Never has, never will. There's no existing 'feminine' form to an orc, but all of you other races have them. That's because you're all based off the feminine form, and the masculine one came after. It's all part of the mythology I explained to you.”
You expected her to fight him on it some more, but Jeane merely shrugged. “That is interesting. Somewhat... Dubious but not logically inconsistent. Perhaps even a little empowering to women.”
The orc laughed and lead you all into the seating area. “Isn't it?” He plopped down and guided Luire onto his lap. The elf sat on the broad orc lap awkwardly with his knees pointing inward. The man's hand was firmly around Luire's back. You and Jeane both sat opposite to him.
“There's a bunch of stuff all of your girls have that isn't natural. Attraction to your 'males.' Attraction to females. Masculinity I brought up... My people take it upon ourselve to return things back to the way they should be. Our god no longer has a name in our minds but he's still powerful enough to grant us boons to help this along.”
“According to you, the only right way to be is a woman that is in love with orcs?” You criticized.
The man did not take it as a criticism. Instead he pointed enthusiastically in your direction and nodded. “Exactly!” He leaned back and stared at you sympathetically, stroking Luire's back as if he were a pet. “Look, ladies... Being an orc woman isn't a 'life-ending' like you've been taught by propagandists and other heretics. You can become an orc woman and continue to be free. All it's really about is spreading the word and living a life to the standards we lay out.” He motioned back over his shoulder.
“Most of these degenerates are burdened by lust but did you notice that most of the orc women here don't engage in it? They're disciplined. They only want one thing. Joining the Furore gives you focus, willpower, and the backing of our kind. It's really a no brainer.”
“You gulped. “All it costs is my masculinity and desires.”
He shrugged. “What've they done for you so far?”
Jeane nodded. “Thinking about it evenly, if he's telling the truth it makes a bit of sense.” You looked to her in disbelief as she said that.
“I said if! I would not suggest it, because going through that would remove my attraction for you, and your attraction for me.” She winked.
“We do not want that.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “No, we do not.” You were glad she said that. It eased your anxiety, but not entirely. Luire was still in danger. As you thought that, the elf reached down and gripped the orcs massive member, pulling it free. He was ravenous, acting as though he needed it. The elf was practically panting and salivating for it. You were surprised until you remembered that Luire was unnaturally horny and it was probably doubly so for orcs.
“Looks like this one's ready for her baptism. Would you all like to see a common orc ceremony?” He asked. You cringed, seeing Luire begin to enthusiastically stroke the orc's long, green cock. He groaned pleasurably and added.
“As a shaman of the Furore I'm fit enough to officiate these things.”
“I... Suppose?” Jeane responded hesitantly.
You jabbed her. “Are we going to let this happen?”
She whispered back. “What do you mean let? Isn't it his choice?” You shut up, unable to bring yourself to admit that it was questionable. Luire was put in an awkward position when you chose to follow Jeane inside the salon. As far as she knew, he chose to go inside of his own accord. As the orc cock got harder and grew bigger Jeane's attention was minorly diverted. Her cheeks flushed. She pretended to be uncomfortable but was undoubtedly staring at it with intrigue.
“Well, it certainly is...” She did not say it but the implication before she stopped herself was clear. It was bigger than yours ever had a chance of becoming. Long and strong, almost thicker than your arm. It was embarrassing just looking at it. The odd thoughts and her saying it sent a shudder down your spine as you also watched cautiously. She noticed you and turned your face to connect with hers. You both kissed while Lure jerked the orc in the background.
“Yours is fine...” She said weakly, her cheeks still flushed.
“Plus, you are good with it.”
Luire slid down between the orcs legs and began kissing up and down it's large member. The salon did his makeup as well, so lipstick marks were left behind on the green length, draped over pulsing purple veins. With each submissive kiss that Luire landed on the orc dick, it grew and throbbed subtly. The balls as well began to swell while Luire's small, lithe body shuddered.
“I think that's all of it...” The orc grunted. You were not sure what he was referring to, but his balls had swollen and were beginning to pulse and give off an extremely masculine scent.
You saw Jeane's eyes widen. “There is magic at play.” She whispered. You remembered that she could see such things easily. Whether it was due to her heritage or her training, it did not matter. What did matter were her observations. You urged her to speak quickly.
“He took something from Luire that I can not explain. Whatever it is, it is swirling around in that mans...” She gulped, feeling hesitant to say it so crudely. But, there was just no other way of saying.
“In his balls.”
“What are you saying?”
“That orc is stroking himself and the elf is helping. If we don't do something drastic All of it is going to get shot all over him... And a bit of the floor and the table and the upholstery.” She stopped to think.
“Though... If it is what he wants.” She added hesitantly.
“I do not know if I can fault him.” She was not incorrect, but did not have the full picture. She did not know about the coercing that happened within the salon. You did not have much time to act or explain, either. Telling her it is not Luire's choice and asking her to do something may endanger her and more importantly, annoy her when you have to explain further. You could act on your own to try to save Luire and risk your own well-being to keep both of them safe. Alternately, part of you thought that you could simply let it happen and avoid responsibility while protecting yourself and Jeane. It would sacrifice Luire, without a doubt.