(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.
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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."
