(Contains, throughout all parts: demons, gender transformation, anal sex, lesbian sex, furries, fantastic anatomy, and near-exclusive non-con.)
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The dreaded king of demons Avlakoi returned to his desk in the morning with the self-imposed hell of paperwork hardly diminished for his efforts the previous day. He hadn't slept in his own bed, and the only bed he'd seen during the night would have required sacrificing his virginity as a woman to enjoy any sleep. He couldn't imagine he'd be able to get any rest after such a momentous occasion...
Damn, I almost can't feel it...
He scratched at the cursed choker to confirm it was still in place around his neck. Of course there had been no miraculous release since he'd regained his immaculate male form in Kaffe's laboratory. Tenting his fingers atop his desk, he shut his eyes and digested the situation... Kaffe was still the only one who knew about the magical object's effects... and the magic word used to activate it, deactivate it... He could only hope that it wasn't a word likely to come up in mundane conversation around him before he figured out how to get the choker off without taking his head fully off along with it.
At least, even willing to assault her master as she apparently was, Kaffe was not the sort of dullard who would release such a destabilizing bit of information. Their people were not yet recovered from the most recent war and faith in their high lord had to be cultivated over the next century, not destroyed in an instant.
Avlakoi startled as someone passed in the hall.
Fuck, it's nothing! You're the king, don't act like a frightened bitch!
Paperwork, again, became his focus to take his mind off everything. But drudgery alone wasn't enough to hold his attention in practice as the day came into being and the sounds of the garrison's practice began thudding through the open windows.
He stopped the motion of his quill and listened.
"Reminds you of the old days, doesn't it?" Peris appeared in the doorway with a half bottle of strong liquor, much less disheveled than he'd been the night before. And Avlakoi's blood went cold.
Oh... Not this... Not yet... Him...
Avlakoi simply nodded, swallowing to get the flavor of a recent memory off his tongue. He thought he must have looked unnatural, tension was turning his guts.
How am I supposed to act normally after... all that...
Peris came into the room and set his bottle onto Avlakoi's desk. He was thankfully wearing his shirt now, buttons undone with his muscles on display, notes of sweat and alcohol drifting through the air along with something else now disgustingly familiar. It wasn't right, knowing what this man's semen smelled like...
"Sire, I was recently thinking of our time together in the field. Do you recall this one human town about forty miles inland, where we captured that one outpost with the female paladin?"
Avlakoi nodded again.
"Good stuff," Peris said with a hearty sigh. "Feisty, until you got her armor off. Do you think she can look her god in the eye after she lifted her ass for us?" His face was a crescent of sharp teeth and shadowy malice, disgusted light in the eyes, his true nature butting up against his demonic blood's animus. "Too bad she had to go to the chopping block anyway after a few nights of fawning. Had this girl myself last night, nice, pert tits, slappable ass, golden hair. Slipped away while I was hammered. Usually they're smart enough not to wander past when I'm soused, must have been randy herself, but she put up a good act. Don't you think it feels better, in the moment, when they're crying?" He drowned mental disconcert in a swig of alcohol.
"I see." Shame flooded Avlakoi's face as he remembered the feeling of his old friend's cock ravaging the back of his throat, her throat at the time, and the taste of his load, the heat of it in his, her, stomach... He knew there could be no actual blush through his thick scales in his true form, but he turned his face to the window to hide his expression. What expression a face like his could have in the first place.
Stupid, why are you getting embarrassed? Get angry! Tear him a new asshole! Find a reason!
He didn't even have the organ anymore, but Avlakoi could feel a phantom of pain in his/her cunt from Kaffe's fisting later on the same night. It took conscious effort not to twist in his seat.
"Too bad," Peris continued. "You should've seen her. Timid, shaking like a leaf, just how it fires me up. You know how it is. I wouldn't say she looked like a virgin, I know how unlikely that is, but she was just that kind of innocent that's so hard to fake. Almost... human, if that makes sense?"
"I see."
Peris' grin bristled with fang as his blood made its opinion clear. "Next time I see her..." He'd barely come back to shake his head at himself seconds later.
Avlakoi nodded with careful impassivity and a pounding heart. He couldn't excise the mental image of taking his friend's giant cock in... his... tight, virginal pussy. Thinking about the situation made his head hurt, having to think about that other body, Fosi's body as his own.
But Fosi did take Kaffe's fist up her snatch... Could she take Peris' cock? That has to be smaller, hasn't it? Can't exactly ask him to whip it out now to check!
"Looks like they've buried you in it again today." Peris took a page from the top of a stack for perusal. "
An investigation on the procurement of saltwater-resistant materials Re: Patchwood resin.
"
He'd said it mockingly as though there was no possibility of it being of interest to a front-line fighter, but he was silent for the next few minutes flipping back and forth through the report anyway.
"Turns out there isn't enough of it available. The fish-men need a replacement for a bunch of things. I could take care of this if you'll let me."
"No, the loggers are attempting to swindle me by holding hidden patchwood groves in reserve which will, once I offer higher payments, be conveniently discovered. I'll hash it out by myself." Avlakoi let out a relieved breath. Any topic other than sex was welcome. "The fish clan has rare few artifacts and tools, you know how saltwater precludes most kinds of armor and metallic weaponry. Take a look at their fatality rate somewhere in the pile over there." He waved Peris off to a chair in the corner that had become a dumping ground for things that had needed only be read and not returned.
Peris took one look at the pile and balked. "I'll take your word for anything, sire."
"Boardings by the fish clan typically result in a rout one way or the other. In the case of victory, glancing blows still result in a ten percent fatality rate due to infection. Plate would not be usable while swimming, but some light mail properly kept in repair would save lives. Unfortunate, that simply sinking enemy ships from beneath ruins so many forms of loot."
"Yes," a disturbingly familiar female voice joined in. Kaffe strode in as though nothing had happened between any of the three of them the night before and laid yet more paperwork atop a teetering stack. "There are some domesticated slime strains which eat rust, but of course the better solution is to prevent oxidation in the first place. Rather than baked resin coatings, there's a sort of seaweed extract which may be of use, though I would have to send out for the production details from the mainland. The process apparently requires some enzyme found in tropical fruits. Obviously, out of our supply line's reach at the moment."
Avlakoi's gaze dropped as Kaffe rounded his desk and pointed one slender, tan fingertip to an item on the page. The same hand that had been inside Fosi... the arm brushed against Avlakoi's scales and he had to restrain himself from jumping.
Idiot! Why are you shivering from her mere touch!?
She whispered, "My lord, I will be requiring your presence this evening for an ex-pe-ri-ment~" Her eyes flashed to Peris and only an attentive viewer would catch the momentary one-sided smirk meant only for Avlakoi. "Unless, of course, we would prefer to do it in public view?"
He endured the instinct to wrench her head from her slender neck before she could utter the transformative word.
No, I didn't appoint a court mage so inept that would be enough to silence her... And who can tell how far Peris' loyalty will stretch in the face of an apparently senseless execution... Losing her would harm so many more than just myself...
"Fine, then," Avlakoi growled under his breath. He looked up to make sure Peris hadn't caught anything of what the two of them had said. It wasn't incriminating as such, but the man wasn't the sort of meat-brain employed in the garrison only for their strength of arms, he could read between the lines.
Fortunately, he was reading between the lines. "
Repercussions in removal of sedimentary accumulation at sites in the production of mountainous ores Re: environmental survey
... Four pages to say that one shouldn't dump slag next to plants. No wonder you hate reading all this. I nearly fell asleep on the cover page." He slapped down the stack of papers and came to Kaffe's side, casually slipped a hand around her waist.
She shot a look to Avlakoi, and an understanding was made between them in an instant. He took her in one hand and reeled her into his lap where she rested her head back against the thick scales of his chest.
"Find another," he growled.
It looked enough like possessiveness to satisfy Peris, but Avlakoi's heart raced with terror until his lieutenant had taken the hint and left with his hands raised in surrender, smiling, and closed the door on his way out.
Kaffe hopped back down to the floor and patted her master's leg. "Good
girl~
See how well we can get along with a little shared understanding?"
