NTR Quest - Demonkine - Stick to the Plan (Patreon)

You did not give your second thoughts any consideration and merely stepped into the princes space assertively as planned. As he showed confusion you pressed your lips to his. He quickly broke away, his face reddening. You suspected heavily that it was not the act itself that was offense, but the fact that you were the one imposing yourself on him. His demeanor changed as soon as the dynamic flipped.
“What in gods name are you do-” You had been pushed around quite a bit. You had been underestimated and overpowered by those with more strength but there was something to be said for your training. You were stronger than the prince. He lost so much fat but gained no muscle. He likely thought  he would not need it. The boy had used people all his life. The Crown Prince's sentence was cut short as you reached up, wove your fingers into his dirty blonde mane and pulled him forcefully down onto his knees.

“Ow ow!” He still stared up in defiance, but that quickly turned as your hardening member pressed against his lips. His emerald eyes widened and stared up into yours, but all that did was make you want the princes lips around your cock more.
“We can negot-” You refused diplomacy by taking the opportunity when his mouth was open to push your member inside. His eyes became unfocused. Each time you forced yourself on him you sheered away more and more of his masculinity. The tip of your cock pushing past his lips was a big step and slowly you felt more and more of what was his flow into you with every inch. The prince fought back by trying to push and keep you at a distance without even knowing fully what he was losing.

Gradually you could see him weakening mentally. He had already lost so much of what made him a man that he was becoming aroused just by having your cock in his mouth. Then, after all the struggling he stopped pushing back. Things turned and the Prince began sucking. You could have stopped there with a conscience and left him with something but you truly did hate the boy. He was responsible for Teuta and so much more that you did not even know about. You did not just want to take enough, you wanted it all. So you gripped either side of his head and began fucking his throat hard. His cocky emerald eyes rolled back and became unfocused. His body tensed for a moment before going limp and surrendering. You were not just taking his masculinity but his energy, too. You were going to tie his core to yours fully so that even after you were done you could still use him. Or, her as had become the case.  The former prince whimpered femininely as you buried your cock deep in her throat, then released her.

The orcs enjoyed playing with their food. They would play a constant game of push and pull where they would take, then allow their victims to swallow the essence back over and over again. It had a deep affect on the subjects mind when they felt the moment of losing all of their masculinity, only to get it back by committing such a submissive act such as drinking the cum of their captor. Sometimes they would refuse to swallow, which would be used as a mind-warping teaching moment for the captives that witnessed their comrade being feminized as a result of their refusal. Through such warped, paradoxical torture they were able to condition their unconditioned male prisoners to fight over the right to drink their cum. There was literally no losing for the orcs. You did not care for torture, however. You simply wanted it to be over with quickly so you abruptly pulled your member free and shot a potent load everywhere except into the princess's mouth. Her messy blonde hair, over her beautiful eyes and flat chest.

She was panting, mourning her loss. She was, however, unable to do anything as her former masculinity dripped down her face and onto the ground.

* *

You were able to see the process happen in real time over the next few days with the new princess. Despite the fact that you had a harem of girls at that point you could not take your eyes off of her in particular. It was not even that she had said anything or forced anything on you. You were very careful to disallow her to speak to avoid falling into any pitfalls with her barely understood abilities. Without the orcs help all you could discern was that she was simply becoming more attractive with each day, and it made sense.

You were able to observe what happened when 'masculinity' was stripped from a core. First, the Princess lost all advantages her body gained from being male. The few that it had. Her broad shoulders, her height, any muscle. Those all faded. The way the orc described it, masculinity was an imposition on the form of humans and most other races since all of you are women at your most fundamental physical level. The female form was the base form. Slowly she began developing. Her chest swelled impressively in a short amount of time and her hips widened to the point that their was a slight gap between her thickening thighs. Her face rounded and her skin became softer but her eyes never changed. Even if she could not speak you could not help but stare at just her. Whenever you were curious about Luire's progress in turning into a woman she selfishly drew your gaze back to her however she could. You found it difficult to pay attention to what was happening around you with the other members of your party.

Slowly she began to fill you with confidence as it felt like you were 'taming' her. She began to act more submissive towards you while maintaining the same possessive air, but that did not matter so long as she was behaving.  Eventually, you felt confident enough to lift the restrictions on her speech. You were not disappointed or surprised. She spoke with a meek, apologetic tone and her cocky green eyes had a slight, defeated list to their lids.
“Thank you, Hero. I am so sorry for the way I acted... What you did to me provided so much perspective.”

“I'm glad. Not gonna lie, I was worried you were going to try something.”

She shook her head and moved closer to you, clasping your hand. Her hair had grown into long, dirty blonde curls and she had been placed into a very mundane dress that did nothing to diminish her beauty.

“I would never...” She stared up into your eyes genuinely.
“All I wanted from the moment you changed me was-” She stopped and looked away with flushed cheeks, biting her lip. The girl was reluctant to speak her mind. It filled you with pride that she had been broken down and cowed to such an extent. You truly had been successful as an honorary 'orc.'

“Speak your mind. Go ahead.”

“I just wanted to be with you. Forever.” She offered. You gulped and leaned your head back. Forever with her did not seem too bad. She was changed, but she was still the crown princess of the Kingdom which by all accounts might make you the king. You did not notice the imperceptible change in her tone and the slight curling up and quivering of her lips as she added.
“Do you not wish for the same?”

“I do!” You said excitedly.

She smiled sweetly. “Good.” She let out a deep breath, then relaxed her submissive posture.
“Well, I am glad that is done. This is not exactly how I wanted to go about this, being stuck like this...” The princes gripped the hem of her dress, turned her body and looked down. There was truly no going back for her. She shrugged and took your hand.
“But, a Hero for a husband and a Queen instead of a King is not the worst outcome.”

“S-sorry?” You questioned, feeling strange. Even though her tone and demeanor had changed you still felt drawn to her. You wanted to be with her forever, no matter what.

“Oh, dear...” She frowned.
“I need a bit more than that as an apology but don't worry. That has come about just as a result of your own actions. It's time to notice what has been going on around you.”

You furrowed your brow as sounds other than her faded in. Turning, you saw Jeane affectionately kissing Malik's cock beside another impatient elf girl. You realized that Luire had grown into a spectacular beauty with heavier breasts than any elf you had ever seen. Perhaps it was simply in her genes? Malik noticed you.
“Oh, is he finally awake? Wow, the old ball and chain sure did a number on you!” He chuckled.
“Don't worry, I took care of your girls while you were out but...” He trailed off. Jeane smiled widely and spread her legs as she idly licked and stroked his member. It had only grown longer, stronger and more strangely proportioned since you last saw it. With her other hand Jeane spread her drooling pussy. It was gaping.

“Sorry, Hero. We know that's your limit.” She pointed down to your member. It was at an impressive size for you, but it paled in comparison to the orc. Most cocks would. His was unusually big.
“Our pussies are just way too loose and worn out... it's probably just for the best that we keep fucking Malik exclusively.”

“Our?” You questioned breathlessly. As your gaze panned over you saw the rest of the party resting beside the wagon, though 'resting' was a generous interpretation. The old man was gone but the two other mages were both bustier, stupider versions of themselves. Their noses were pulled back with hooks and they were sitting in a resting state of waiting on their toes with their legs spread wide. It looked incredibly uncomfortable but they seemed happy to be in it. Their attire had been traded for what amounted to nothing. Stockings, garters. The former male had weighted piercings attached to her nipples and the breasts she had grown were unimpressive.

Jeane ignored you and turned to him. “Okay, I said it. Can you fry my brain like the others?”

“Sure thing.” He held his fingers up to her head and allowed arcs of electrical magic to connect with her skull. Jeane's eyes rolled back and she started squealing. Truly squealing, like a pig.

“W-what are you doing!” You stepped forward but was stopped dead in your tracks by the princess's gentle hand on your sleeve. You gritted your teeth and watched shamefully, instead.

“Most girls don't need to speak. We remove that part of the brain, right Jeanie?” Jeane grinned widely, smoke coming out of her ears. She oinked a few times.
“Don't worry, she's still... Pretty smart. Smart enough to be useful and cast magic for me.”

“Next.” He said calmly.

Vura stepped forward and bowed towards you. “I never thought I'd be able to join a party and be useful to two heroes! It's awesome. Thank you.” As she said that he abruptly placed his fingers to her temple and made her squeal loudly as language was shocked from her brain. You began to fill with guilt as member after member was reduced to a squealing orc servant.

“Keep coming. We gotta get through these goodbyes.” He waved once last person over. Kara was still in her dancer attire.

“Wait...” You uttered in disbelief.
“No way.”

Kara blushed and seemed bashful for the first time. “I... Never thought I'd say this but I found someone that I think I might stay loyal to for the rest of my life.” She looked at you and smiled happily.
“It's because of you. Thanks Hero.” With that she flashed a peace sign as the orc pushed two fingers to each temple. She squealed and shook as she was reduced to the same pig language that they all likely spoke. But he kept going.

“Gonna fry this one completely, just because she's dangerous. She'll be at least as smart as the white one.” He commented, making your heart sink as she was shocked stupid before your eyes. He dragged the two other beastwomen onto his lap. Raithe and Heilan.
“Thankfully, these two were already basically braindead. No modification needed! Anyway, Hero, live a good, comfy life back at your Kingdom. You gotta take care of your wife.” He winked.
“Made sure to prepare proper transport out.”

“But...” You uttered weakly, only to be dragged back by the princess. She did not need to use any force to pull you along.

“Come, dear! We can't waste any more time out in this hell!” She scolded aggressively. You lowered your head and offered a slight nod.