NTR Quest - Malik 2 - Luire (Patreon)

“Isn't it strange? The Hero only spends time with the 'princess' and doesn't do anything at all about that orc, Malik.” Luire complained, giving side-glances to the orc off in the corner of the camp. He was being serviced by the two 'orc girls' he had converted shortly before they left. The mages had come over to his side fairly easily and it was alarming that the Hero basically was not doing anything about it.

“It is strange.” Jeane admitted.
“But it may just be that he does not care about Kasin's assistants, which makes sense. They were always brown nosers when he was around. They just found someone new to suck up to with the Hero occupied.” The elf definitely sounded bitter. She hated the way the Hero and the Princess doted on each other, but thought that maybe it is what should have been expected. They were both human and she was a princess; the traditional match for a Hero. As she thought that something occurred to her. The orc's words when they first met.
“He did call me a 'princess' did he not? It did not feel like he was being facetious.” She mumbled.

Luire shook her head. “Don't get too caught up in his words. He'll say anything to mess with your head. “ She gritted her teeth.
“Like... I'm not really addicted to his smell or his taste... His cocksweat is NOT that good. I think about it, sure, but I don't want it.” Jeane lifted a skeptical brow at the girl. Luire had filled out into an absolute bombshell of an elven woman. It made the mage blush. It must have been in her Core to be so good looking, because she was the picture of elven excess. There was barely any muscle on her body. She was lithe and soft everywhere except around her rear and her breasts which seemed to strain her due to the added weight. Her ears had grown a bit longer and peaked through her short green hair. Jeane could make out salivation attempting to drip over her plush lips as she spoke about Malik's smell and taste.

“Are you... Okay? Did the switch to female treat you well? I am surprised you are not taking it badly.”

“Why?” Luire turned back and forth to model herself as she looked down.

“I look good and I don't feel bad. I feel better than I did before. Back when I was a guy trying to capture just a bit more masculinity I was definitely struggling. Especially when I was always treated like a girl, or had to act like one due to circumstances, no matter what I did. I felt out of place in my small, soft body. Now it just feels... Right to be like this. I don't really get it, but it's for the best.” She said genuinely.

“Well that is... Good?” Jeane was aware of a phenomenon that could occur where there was an incongruence between one's body and Core. An odd glitch that affected men and women and made life difficult.
“I think you should stop thinking about orc cock, though, dear.”

She seemed offended. “I am NOT thinking about how delicious his cock tastes.” As she said that a heavy green hand rested on her head and wove into her cute pixie cut. Luire tilted her head back with wide eyes to view Malik looming over her. She gulped and began to drool at the sight of his dumpy, yet somehow appealing physique. Even Jeane thought it and felt it strange that the man's fat, gross, smelly body was the picture of manliness to them. They just could not help it. Without any attention from the Hero, with the only exposure in the camp to a man being between him and them, the ideal man in their mind when they closed their eyes and tried to think was only him. A disgusting, despicable being.

“Exactly. She's not thinking about how sweaty and dirty my dick and balls are right now.” Malik said defensively. Luire looked down. The two orc girls had barely cleaned it and instead just made the uncut cock slimy with their saliva.
“What else 'aren't you thinking about?”

“I'm- I'm not thinking about you rubbing your slimy cock off on my face.” Luire claimed weakly. Jeane stepped back suspiciously as the two became more intimate right in front of her. Luire seemed... Extremely horny. That much was obvious though. The elf's shaky, slender legs gave out easily.

He stroked his limp member above her head until it was half-hard, but still very flexible. “Yeah, you aren't an orc girl. A real orc girl constantly smells like her daddy's cock and cum and that's not you, right?” Malik chuckled, offering Jeane a wink as she saw the writing on the wall and separated herself to go warn the Hero. Luire shook her head awkwardly while she stared up in awe.
“Real orc girls get horny and can't think straight when we do this...” He mashed his cock into her cheek . She gasped. Malik slowly, giving her every chance in the world to pull away, swiped his cock sideways over her delicate, pale face. Before his slimy member passed over her features she was awed, sure, but there was faint indignant, uncertainty, defiance. She was a person with desires and dreams and thoughts. As wet, messy features with smeared makeup that she had just learned to apply correctly appeared behind his dragging member a warped, mindlessly horny smile was adopted with unfocused, misty eyes that further drained mascara down her blushing cheeks.

She gasped deeply. “F-fuuh... dge...” Luire mumbled and panted through quivering, plush lips. Her tiny, feminine member poked up and twitched merely from the smell and feel of it.

“You know what's next?” Malik smiled down at her, keeping the grip he had with his fingers woven into her silky green hair. He nodded her head for her, then tilted it back as he used his free hand to press his half-hard member between her lips. Surrender washed over her and her arms tensed for a moment before going completely limp. His member being half soft worked in her favor because the still mammoth trunk of a thing was capable of squeezing down her throat without causing too much damage. The result was an esophagus that was completely pried open so that as he started rutting and fucking her, it grew and expanded out the hole to make it a nice new permanent home for his dick. In addition, the sweat and natural excretions of his cock did near-mystical work on her body. Once he was fully hard and she was basically a hollowed out sock at the top end he slowly pulled free. Luire coughed and inhaled. Even with his cock bouncing above her head, all the air was tinted with the smell of dick. All she could taste was that. She knew that would never go away no matter how much she tried. It was written into her entire being. The taste and smell made her drool, and her drool tasted and smelled like him. She had become an orc.
“Now...” She knew what he wanted. Luire submissively leaned onto her back and allowed him to lift her legs and spread her thighs. He used his thick thumbs to spread her cheeks and reveal the very inside of her soft, pink hole. She did not have time to prepare as he pushed his massive, saliva-slick length into her slowly. Just as above, so bellow; as her ass was hollowed out into an orc hole her nerves in her rear began to come alive. Her member went completely limp and could not stop leaking as she felt the sensation of orgasm in her twitching, cramping rear. All unpleasantness faded too quickly until her soft insides squeezed him and begged for him to continue fucking her. Not softly, roughly, like an animal. Like an orc. He grinned and obliged by pulling her up by her legs until she was balanced just on the back of her neck. Her limp member was leaking down onto her already messy face; around her lips, over her eye. She was barely functional.

“O-oh ff... Oh! Gods!” She gasped as he pushed his entire length down into her new 'cunt.' The girl was completed by his animalistic ramming. It sent her over the edge and turned all her sensation feminine and all her reality into that of an orc woman. She could not breed, but she could be a warm hole. She could not be as good as him, but she could fight for her daddy. There was no longer any sense left in her expression. He admired it. The mindless grin, the eyes rolled back with one still plastered shut and the mistiness in them as well. Saliva overflowed and dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She no longer had any control over any part of her body. Her voice, her pleasure, he muscles.
“Love... I l-love you!” She gasped as she gagged and gulped on her overflowing saliva.

“I know.” He reached down between her legs and gave her wet cheek a little tap of encouragement before he pulled almost completely free, right to the tip, then fully buried himself in her. With that, as he emptied his potent seed inside of her hollowed out pussy of a rear she convulsed and went limp so that as he pulled free and spurted a bit of load over her face and ass her body crumpled in on itself. Her own limp clit of a member continued to leak, twitch and spurt tiny clear payloads all over her bouncy tits and face. Malik wiped his hands on a clean spot on her bubble butt and stepped away from t he quivering mass of feminine flesh that he had turned her into.