NTR Quest 46 - Demonkine - Target the Prince (Patreon)
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“Okay, so how does this work?” You asked the orc. He had brought you back to his tent, away from the prying eyes and ears of the of the circus area he occupied. Instead, the tent you were pulled into was a very minimalist space. As soon as you decided to recruit Malek he let you in on the fact that he was the only orc present in the whole territory, and that he had built the tiny enclave himself out of 'interested' followers.
“How do you take someones 'manliness?'” You had decided to target the prince, so that was the path you were walking down. It was more imperative that you learn the more specialized side of the orc's techniques, rather than just his general methods. The upside of the situation was of course that you stood to lose nothing. It was in fact on Malik to train you properly before you had to leave, otherwise he would have to 'become your bitch.' That being said, the man was very confident even though there was likely only a few days left before Kara was done working off the supplies your group was being given.
“It's pretty easy, since it wasn't theirs to begin with.”
“Right... But what does that propaganda do for me?” You question.
“It does a lot. For one thing, believing it is part of exerting the amount of force of will necessary to drag it out of someone else.”
“Feels like a trick. To believe that there are no non-orc males would be to believe the same thing about myself.” You were firm enough that Malik relented with a light chuckle and shrugged.
“Ah, yeah. Seems you're too smart for that. It's true, but I also mentioned you're an honorary orc, Hero. Besides, it doesn't matter how much of a girl you believe you are or should be. If you're absorbing the masculinity of others then the results are going to speak for themselves.” It was a tempting line of thought. Still, it was not one you wanted to partake in. Then he clarified.
“To a point. Your teacher did a number on your core. There's definitely limits to what you can actually gain out of all this.”
“I've already come to terms with what she's done. I'm focused on moving forward at this point with what I'm able to change, rather than dwell on things I can't.”
“Hoho, maybe you are enough of a man to know this stuff.” He clapped his large hands together sarcastically.
“You know... All the Heroic traits belonged to my people, as well. There's a thought that heroes are closer to orcs, no matter what gender they're pretending to be.”
“Of course. Everything was stolen from your people, everything came from your people. Do I have to believe that truly to get anything out of this or can we cut to the chase?” You shot back impatiently.
Malik laughed. “Most of it is pretty practical. We're a religious people but it takes a 'priest' to know that a lot of it is just tricks.” He winked.
“A lot of truth in it, too, but that's besides the point.”
“I knew it...”
Malik waved dismissively. “Yeah, yeah.” He leaned back where he was sitting and spread his legs somewhat dominantly. A tamed beastwoman entered the tent to occupy the space. She began idly licking and tending to his member without a second thought. Malik barely seemed to acknowledge her and simply continued.
“What it's really about is feeding your core while starving others. How does your fox girl magic work exactly?” You bristled slightly at him calling your magic 'fox girl magic' no matter how accurate that may have been. Setting aside your annoyance you took some time to explain what you knew about it. How your mana is drawn from natural energies, but when push comes to shove it can be taken from men and women through sex in smaller quantities. The orc seemed very interested.
“I heard a lot of that second hand, but you actually cleared a few things up for me.”
“What's that?”
“Foxes are stupid.” You cocked your head to one side as he said that.
“Yeah. Normal mages expand their core throughout their life like a muscle. The coven, it looks like, trains their bodies to act more like conduits. Really good if you're around areas rich in natural mana like Demonkine. Really poor if you're in a city.... Or a barren wasteland.”
“Your home?”
“Mhmm.” Malik nodded.
“What does all that actually mean? Would I have been better of learning normal magic?”
“Yeah, but that's not because it's worse. More because it's easier and future proof. I'd say if your teacher is in the right place at the right time she could be stronger than any mage. But... Since your cores are specialized for channeling you'd lose most fights if it weren't for your little specialty.” Malik leaned forward.
“Draining essence from someone is like cheating. So, even the most ancient mage with endless reserves of mana is going to lose the ability to do anything with it when they're drained because the essence is by nature a piece of a persons core which...” He waited for you, intending to see if you could pick up what he was saying.
You kind of knew the answer, but still responded hesitantly. “Decides the potency and amount of a person's magical capabilities?” Taking a portion of someone's core could be thought of as the physical equivalent of cramping a muscle. You remembered what Jeane said all the way back in the camp and strained to piece things together.
“So... When I drain someones essence is it like tying a string around it, connecting their core to my own?”
“Huh. That's a weird way to word it but it's exactly right.” Malik leaned back.
“That's probably why your teacher would want to have sex with as many men as possible wherever she went. So long as she was around, she'd have tens of those little strings tying her to them which she could then pull from. You're acting as a conduit for other people's magic by 'tying off' a piece of their soul for your own use. That is how the coven's stayed alive for so long, I'm guessing.”
“Sounds a bit immoral the way you say it.” You answer guiltily. You had a hunch over what you would be doing to people, but hearing it described so bluntly gave you pause.
“Don't worry, it's not nearly as bad as what I'm gonna teach you.” He grinned evilly. You gulped in preparation for whatever he was going to say.
“Every person's core is coded with all the information; looks, talents, skills, magic, mana and of course... Gender.” He sighed and shook his head, preempting a question he assumed you asked.
“Now, this doesn't mean you can turn a non-breeding woman into a breeding woman without magical input.” You consciously reminded yourself of the terminology. To an orc, every male was referred to as a 'non-breeding woman.'
“But, what you can do is you can change the way their brain works and change the signals their body sends around.”
“It can actually do all that?” You asked skeptically, remembering Luire. “My elf friend started to act differently, sure, but his body isn't any different.”
“What you're seeing is the short term. A core is a magical and spiritual regulator that affects physical change; Physical changes that a body can make without any other input. That elf's body is going to start changing pretty quick, or it would've if you didn't interrupt me... As it is, poor girl's going to be stuck somewhere in between.” He rolled his eyes.
“If a person's got enough mastery over their core they don't need dieting or exercise. They can become skinny in a matter of days.” He hinted heavily.
You immediately caught what he was getting at. “The Prince? Do you know how he did it?”
“Yeah, I know. It's a nifty trick”
“You're not going to tell me...”
“Like I said... It'll cost you.” He offered eagerly.
“Not worth it.” You uttered sternly.
Malik shrugged. “Okay.”
“Can we get back on topic? What are you going to teach me?”
* *
You returned to the camp briefly. “Luire... How do you feel about what happened?” You were treading delicately. Malik claimed that you needed to learn through doing and you hated to admit that he was right but Luire was probably the most obvious candidate. The way he described it, the elf was already basically half of the way there. He just needed an extra push. However, you were determined that if Luire did not want it, you would not force him.
The elf shrugged. “I am actually fine with it, now. I don't even know why I struggled to retain my manliness to begin with. It feels weird to care about that stuff.” He smiled up at you rather genuinely.
“All the same, I am grateful that you saved me because at the very least I am not a slave to that orc.”
“So leaving behind all of your manliness wouldn't be an issue to you?”
“No.” Luire shook his head gently, then looked up at you with a sultry expression.
“In fact... If it would bring me closer to you-” he stopped himself and blushed as soon as he realized what he was saying. You no longer felt guilty, given both the reason and the tacit permission. It did not matter to you that the elf was partially this submissive due to your prior actions. All that was important in the moment was the desire leaking from Luire. You pulled the feminine elf aside. He followed you without thinking about saying anything to stop you. His mind was not empty, in fact he was thinking quite actively and often. His mind was lit up with all sorts of thoughts of positions he would like to be put into by you. You, in contrast, just had a few ideas.
The orcs did it through having their subjects perform a particularly submissive act of fellatio but none of that was truly required. It did not require permission, as the labeling of a 'ceremony' would suggest. It did not even require submission by force or otherwise. By it's nature, the way you were taught it, you inferred that it was simply a joining of bodies in some way. For an orc this required quite a bit of ceremony as their magic was not particularly complex. For you, you already knew how to touch a persons soul. You knew how many ways there were to do it. You were made to perfect this kind of technique.
You bent Luire over and fucked the eager elf from behind like you had done before. You were experienced in one way, but not in the way it mattered It was your first time truly stealing something special from someone. Each thrust pulled a bit of essence and a great portion of what remained of his gender identity. Finally, as you pushed in one last time the elven ranger had faded completely into a mewling woman beneath you. Her asshole even tightened pleasantly around your cock, that seemed to grow in thickness and length while you pounded the hole and took. The worst and most insidious thing, you thought, was what it did to the brain. Luire that had so much trouble as a man and did so much to aspire to be one seemed perfectly content as a woman after your act. She stared up at you affectionately after you turned her over onto her back. Luire panted.
“A-are we a thing now?” From your perspective, looking down at her small, attractive form, being a woman did strange things to her psyche. Gone was the stoicness. Her emotions seemed more pronounced as her heart pounded. They also were tied largely to your actions. She was hyper aware of your expressions and your movements. You had not taken Luire's memories or her experience or history but in a way, taking away her experience of gender that she had built up made her a different person.
You considered the question. “We... Uh...” You furrowed your brow and remembered your resolve.
“You're mine, yeah.” She breathed a sigh of relief, but then tensed a little at your reaction after saying that.
“Like Heilan?” She asked hesitantly.
“Yeah. Don't think. Don't talk to anyone other than me without my permission.” You had not regretted the way Heilan turned out in the end. She stopped speaking to others and was mostly devoted to you. If you could keep her, and Luire like that it would be to their benefit.
* *
You felt confident after your encounter. You reached out to try and find the Prince. You caught him in a private tent looking into a mirror. For a moment he seemed entranced with himself. The boy was talking with no one else in the room except himself, staring longingly into his own reflection.
“Agree to be better. More talented. Stron-” He stopped.
“Who's there?”
“Just me.” You step back as he exited the tent, his emerald eyes shining.
“Talking to yourself?”
“Just a bit of...” He shook his head and smiled to himself, more or less.
“Self-motivating.” Something he said amused him.
That struck you. “Self... Motivating?” You stared into his eyes. He was probably not lying. You looked down in thought and rubbed your chin curiously.
“Is that how you lost so much weight?”
“Trade secret.” He offered unhelpfully with a light chuckle.
You felt like you had him at a disadvantage, suddenly. You knew he had some type of strange ability and you were starting to piece it together with what the orc hinted at.
“So... You look into that mirror and agree with yourself about what you should be?”
“It's a common tactic to pump yourself up. It could work for you, too.” He smirked, unable to help himself.
“But... I could possibly help you become so much more, as well, if you would cooperate with me. I am told I can be very motivational.”
“Right...” Slowly you felt a new plan form. There was a second possibility.