NTR Quest 44 - Demonkine - Do Something! (Patreon)

You figured that if you wanted to both stop Jeane from knowing the truth and save Luire from the decision you made you would have to take actions into your own hands. Luire was kneeling in front of the orc. The man's long, intimidating member was throbbing actively and his balls were twitching, implying that he was close. If you tried to reach out, you could sense the moment when you needed to act. When the moment came you got down and shoved Luire off to the side. The elf bounced onto his shoulder and stared up at you indignantly.

“H-hey!” The meek elf uttered as you got in front, stealing his spot. The orc did not stop you or seem at all upset. He even showed a bit of excitement until you pressed your lips around the head and fought to keep hold as you took the entire load into you mouth and keep it there. As he came you also did your best to pull as much of the magic swirling around in the orcs balls as possible. There was already a lot in what he was giving, but your efforts instilled even more essence into the seed that increased it's potency exponentially in ways the orc likely did not expect or want. Some did leak and some did slip down your throat. It was hard to keep because the thick, soapy soup was incredibly unappetizing. You were just glad that you were not intent on swallowing it, though the bit that did seep into your stomach involuntarily provided quite a rush. The orc tried to push you off but he ejected the contents of his balls so quickly that you got most of it.

“The hell?” The orc uttered, stumbling back.

With you on your ass in front of him, your mouth full and leaking, you were not quite sure what you were doing. The only thing you could think of was to lean over Luire. It was his, so you had to give it back somehow. The elf looked extremely feminine and girly beneath you as you climbed over him. It made it easy to abruptly press your lips to his, pry his lips open with your tongue and push the load into his mouth. Once it was all gone, save for the aftertaste, you broke the messy kiss and gasped in a bit of air. You watched sternly to make sure Luire swallowed it all. Lucky for you he required no extra coaxing to do so. You were not sure if it the orcs cum he was enamored with, or what it contained.

But that was not all of it that he consumed. Quite a bit was forced down your throat just as a result of the pressure of the orc orgasm. You thought it would have some adverse affect on you, but instead you felt strong. More virile. It was subtle, but you knew it was happening due to your subtle mastery over your own body's essence. Staring down at Luire, he had still been robbed of some of his manliness. Some of it was yours and possibly a faint bit was still the orcs that he processed before you got to it. You could not help but wonder just how much he was missing, and how much needed to be missing before he flipped. You hated to say it, even to yourself, but he did not have much to begin with.

Luire wiped his mouth and looked up at you after dizzily gulping the last bit down. “Thanks.”

“No problem? How do you feel?” You questioned. Behind you the orc collapsed back onto the long, fur sofa and took breaths. You ignored him and focused more on your friend.

“I felt...” He lowered his voice to a whisper, noticing Jeane nearby.
“A little betrayed, at first, but you actually took an arrow for me just now.” The elf offered a sultry smile up at you. In that moment Luire looked extremely feminine, though you chalked it up to the subtle treatment that was still effecting him.

“Sorry.” You said simply.

Jeane finally spoke up. “You... Definitely tried to do something there.” She stated accusingly at the orc.

“Yeah?” He retorted innocently, still trying to catch his breath.

She looked to Luire. “Were you consenting to that encounter?” Luire looked to you, then looked to Jeane and shook his head. The dark elf furrowed her thin brow and crossed her arms.
“I do not know how much I can trust you if you are going to try and pull stuff like that.” She shook her head, stood up and began walking back to your area. She was still emotional around the orc, but it had turned against him once the realization hit her.

“Ugh... Women.” The orc groaned. He turned his gaze on you somewhat harshly.
“And foxes.”

“It's your fault for trying  to mess with my friends.” You chided before standing and reaching out to help Luire stand. It felt good. You felt like a protector in that moment. Both of the elves had been saved by you, for the most part. Jeane's attitude had yet to be seen fully.

The orc rolled his eyes and waved you off dismissively. “Thought it'd be easy to pull in a hero and some other sluts for the Furore. Guess I got ahead of myself.”

“All you wanted at the end was me?”

“Basically?” He shrugged.
“Heroes are game changers. If you can get one on your side you can almost do anything you want. Can't blame an orc for trying.”

“So was all of that philosophy and theology just bullshit?”

He was taken aback. “Of course not! Your friend can attest to that. That's all real and true.” It was your turn to roll your eyes. Of course he would think that it was true. The myths were too grand to be anything other than simple myths and stories. Their god did not even have a name. It all sounded like cope.

“What was that baptism? What were you doing?” You asked.

Luire pulled on your arm. “Let's just go.” You ignored him as the orc spoke.

“The baptism is when a Shaman pulls your 'male essence' out of your body. A lot of it is absorbed in the process but we're already the peak of manliness so a lot of it just gets churned up into cum. We shoot it back out over the girl's face as part of tradition, but I assume that's just a thing because it's fun.” he stared at Luire.
“Your friend was already missing most of her male essence, so I doubt she'll recover. You got a bit of it, too so enjoy...” He smirked at you and leaned forward.
“If you ever want more you can take it from the source.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever...” With that you heeded Luire and left.

*

Over the next few days you felt it hard to stop yourself from fucking anything that would let you. Heilan 'suffered' the brunt of those desires by being close to you and extremely subservient. Your attitude towards her only reinforced that state further. It looked as though she heeded your commands at the beginning and never talked to anyone other than you. Regardless, it made her a very easy way to empty your balls when you did not have access to anyone else. Which was usually in the early morning or late, late at night. You felt more and more like you wanted release at all times of the day. It was exhilarating but also exhausting, so you hoped it would pass.

Jeane also ended up taking the brunt of most of your desires with Kara absent and working. You did not fuck her as much as you did Heilan, as she was not your servant, but her new ensemble practically begged for her to be bent over at least once per day. The mage was hesitant the first time.

“You are being very forward. Hero.” Jeane commented.

“It that wrong?”

The elf shrugged. She was still in her bikini and tight fishnet suit combo. It dug into her gray flesh in a diamond pattern. You did not know how she wore it and you did not like how it was given by the orcs so you were intent on taking it off of her. Jeane smiled lightly and leaned part of the way towards you.
“Not necessarily.”

You leaned in the rest of the way and kissed her. You then took the momentum of the kiss and began pulling at her clothes.
“H-hey... Careful. I don't have anything else to wear.”

“We can get other things. Dressing like this just serves to make men horny around you...”

She smirked and repeated your words back to you. “Is it wrong?”

“Cheeky.” You ripped her fishnet suit at the crotch abruptly and pushed her onto her back.

“Hey!” She protested the destruction of her outfit, but the moment you pulled her panties to the side of her mound and saw her wet sex you knew she was not being serious in her complaints. She recognized your realization and pouted up at you.
“Okay. Fine.”

You were not going to take her approval to do what you were going to do next, but it was good to have. You drew your member from your pants. You could have sworn that it grew slightly after the encounter but that may have been your imagination. You pushed into Jeane's wet sex and began thrusting. Her eyes rolled back and her voice lifted. You were good at pleasing women. It was well within your skillset, especially after the constant fucking over the past few days. However Jeane's pleasure was not just the pleasure of a woman beset by your skill in bed. She seemed to be getting genuinely demolished. It was something you had only ever seen when Kara was with a well-endowed partner. Heilan uttered something to a similar effect but you barely took anything she said seriously because she was literally conditioned to please you.

“O-oh gods! What happened!?” Jeane moaned loudly, confirming your suspicions. She began to shudder and tense.
“I can't take it!” You took that as a signal to stop, as you had never really heard a woman respond in that way. She glared up at you as you stopped thrusting and just left your member inside for a moment. The elf punched your shoulder.
“That does NOT mean stop, Hero!” She uttered in anger and desperation. You eagerly continued pumping until she came over your cock. With your understanding of your new magical skillset and draining, she was essentially at your mercy. You could take from her as she was completely, helplessly in the throws of pleasure beneath you. You were not going to, of course, but it was good to know that you could do that to someone. Jeane, despite her run in with the orc, did not have a particularly weak will, so her inability to resist you was a good indication of your power.

When you finished and left your tent you saw the prince milling about outside. He had lost a considerable amount of weight. A surprising amount. His opulent appearance had given way to something between lithe and muscular.
“What happened to you?” You questioned.

“There is not much good food to eat and quite a bit to do.”As you looked at him in disbelief the Prince rolled his shoulders and stared into you with his vibrant emerald eyes.

“What? I was only fat because I wanted to be...” After a moment he gave in and averted his gaze.
“Goodness, you have changed more than I, it seems.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, it looks like you've grown a spine. I know you'll lose it in no time, however.” He taunted with a subtle smile.

“What makes you think I'll lose it?”

“You don't have the will take take control of this party fully. For one, that fox holds dominance over you and you do not have the will to exert yourself over others the way you do over that one beastwoman. It is sad. You are the Hero. If they are not serving me then they should all at the very least be serving you.”

You considered his words carefully, knowing just how dangerous they could be. They rang somewhat true. The Hero in all of the stories was the leader. He made the decisions and told everyone what they should and should not do. You mused to yourself that if you had that amount of control from the beginning you would not have the issue with Jeane. The Prince continued.
“Moreover... Wherever you gained this boost in confidence from, you will lose it. You do not know how to be dominant. How to control others.”

There were just two people you could think of that could potentially help you take control, if that was indeed what you wanted.