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Gorzug and Sazor

Prologue: End of the line

This was it. The last stretch. The final adventure of the orcish mercenary Gorzug will either set him up for life, or he will die trying.

Honestly, he doesn't mind either of the outcomes. The world is at the brink of destruction. A demonic army has been ravaging the world for hundreds of years. What's left of civilization is rotten, filled with selfishness, fear, manipulation and violence. To Gorzug, there's nothing else to live for at this point.

It was purely from a practical standpoint. It's just the way he thinks, and it's the reason why he survived and became strong. He was unlike most of his brutish kin. Most orcs valued battle, flexing their massive muscles and asking questions later. But Gorzug thought things beforehand instead. He thinks, plans, strategizes, makes tactical retreats, avoiding battles he cannot win, and to him, honor and ideals were subjective. He rarely followed ideals if it isn't tactically sound. But that's not to say that the orc's strength isn't impressive. He is physically large and formidable like his brethren, if not more sculpted and healthier with his lifestyle.

The plan was simple. There is a small, ruined, and forgotten kingdom on a peninsula far to the northeast. It was called Avor, a fledgling kingdom that fell in the initial stages of the demonic war. It was secluded and did not hold any significance to anyone, not even to the demons. It contained only scraps of bounty, nothing anyone would want to retrieve, over such great distance and peril. But Gorzug valued Avor because nobody else valued it. No one else would want to ever go to it. And what few things Avor did have were more than enough to sustain one person at the least. Gorzug plans to take the kingdom for himself and slay the very few demons that call it home. It was the ideal place to hide and get away from the world, the war, and civilization. Especially civilization. He hated it more than even the demons.

The kingdom itself was beautiful in the afternoon light. It was built over a stony hill, and thus its houses and buildings were made of very large, grey bricks. But two hundred years and a demonic invasion did not take away the beauty of the kingdom. It may be a collection of rubble and desiccated stone structures, but the kingdom never lost its charm. It also helps that Avor was on an alpine area. Gorzug loved the cold, and he thought that this place was perfect. At least, if he lives after the next, crucial hour.

It had taken him a week to get from the former border of the kingdom to the courts of the ruined inner keep, atop the highest point of the hill. He had to setup camp in a secluded place in the late afternoon to recover from his last battle. As usual, he used the protective enchantments he bought to screen his location from any form of divination. It was his last, shielded place to prepare for the most difficult battle in his life. Battle preparations were already done and accounted for earlier. He had to heal his body with health potions earlier, so he figured he might as well take a light bath. Gorzug, naked, muscular and gifted, was looking at himself at the rim of a natural spring sculpted into a fountain, having finished drying himself off. His reflection stared back at him; a fierce, square jawed, blue eyed redhead on green skin, sporting a recently shaved stubble. That's another thing that he prided about himself. Society, very especially orcish society, found hygiene to be useless. The brutal toil of everyday life guaranteed one would become dirty again anyway so most view it as a spoiled privilege. But not Gorzug. He hated the feel of grime and dirt, and most especially the smell. Oh gods, the smell was the worst. Most people and orcs learn to suck it up and laugh at the weaklings who could not handle a given of life. But he hated society, and thus loved that he kept appearances and cleanliness as rebellion. Besides, it felt good and refreshing.

As he looked at his pecs and package, he was tempted to relieve himself. He was a needy man, and he had so many experiences and stories under his belt about after dark escapades. But he sighed in frustration. There was no time left. And all he could hope for was that he would be victorious later to do this and all again in the future. Even if the state of the world meant he would be alone. He just gave his nipples a flick, and groped himself lightly. He gave one last look at himself. He was a beefy specimen. Taking care of himself had rewarded him with a large, sculpted body, adorned with a few battle scars he decided to keep to remember the victories. But it might be his last. It was an intriguing feeling to face his possible end, where every action might be his last. But time was short. He breathed deeply as he steeled his resolve and padded back to his tent.

He then started to hastily equip himself with the powerful weapons and armor that he had obtained from his many adventures. His heavy armor was a mix of metals and leathers that didn't exactly match with each other. But all the main pieces were enchanted, powerful, and tested. They've kept him alive thus far, and he was counting on them to keep him in one piece later. Or at least, alive. His breastplate and shoulder pads were thick slabs of metal that resisted fire. Being sleeveless, he could show off his massive cannons to either intimidate enemies, or catch a fling in a tavern. His helm, a lighter kind of metal, was enchanted to guard against mental attacks. His left gauntlet was a massive work of craftsmanship that held powers of force that he could send out in waves or project into a barrier. His main hand gauntlet was smaller, since he often held his weapon with it, balancing the weight out. His large belt sported a thick slab of metal as a codpiece, dented after passing a test to protect his pride from a maul back in the day. His boots, a favorite of his, were enchanted to give him brief bursts of mobility. It allowed him to leap a few meters up into the air or hike on walls. He held many experiences and stories of them making him reach impossible heights or run over long, treacherous cliffs. His weapon was a dual bladed bastard axe, large and enchanted to change their inherent element should he wish to. He had it enchanted all this time with holy power, best against most demons.

Most important of all his gear was his amulet. Recently bought specifically for this mission, this rare and horribly expensive pebble protected his soul from demonic culling. It ensured that his soul would remain his own. Should he fail, he was guaranteed to reach the afterlife rather than spend eternity in whatever hell a demon would want to subject him to.

With everything settled, he left his camp, maybe to abandon it in death forever.

The inner keep was the highest point in the kingdom. It was a very tall structure with a distinctive quarter sphere shaped rock on the very top. The structure held the throne room, libraries, banquet halls, repositories, and the quarters and offices of the most important people in the kingdom. The rock on top was its once world renowned sky forum. A place where the kingdom's long dead senators and monarchy could debate and pass laws, and make announcements in view of the entire kingdom. Gorzug ascended the stairs leading to the imposing structure, wary of his surroundings, axe at the ready. He didn't stop to admire the ruined main doors of the keep. It was grand but ruined, busted open hundreds of years ago and left agape and useless. Like an over-fucked asshole, he thought, as he smirked at himself. The sun wasn't just about to set yet, but he had little time left. It cast a reddish-yellow glow in this late afternoon, as if tempting Gorzug to panic with its aura. But he was ready for anything. He wanted to settle this here and now, regardless of the time. With a deep breath and heightened resolve, he entered the building, ready for anything.

It was far darker inside. The windows were hastily boarded up and shut, and the torches weren't lit. But there was still enough light outside to barely give the room enough illumination to see with. His bastard axe at the ready, the orc slowly marched onwards, making heavy footsteps as he came closer to his destiny.

A deep, growling voice echoed from everywhere, and made the orc tense up. "So, you've finally made it to my domain. Welcome."

Gorzug held his axe in front of his chest, widened his stance and snarled, casting his gaze into the darkness to try and pinpoint the source. This was it. He whispered to himself. "Do or die."

He heard vicious growls behind him. He spun around and saw two hellhounds just appearing from the entrance, coming at him with blazing manes and large teeth. With insane, but practiced timing, the orc waited for the first one to leap and hit a certain point of airtime before the orc leapt right at it. He met the surprised demon with his enchanted force gauntlet before it could even think of changing its direction. The fist slammed on the thing's nicely exposed nose, crushing it all the way to the hound's forehead with the combined momentum of both combatants. The minion flew back from the force, sent to the afterlife with mush for brains. The next one, still charging at him, bared its teeth and leapt at the still airborne orc. But the orc simply spun in the air, landing on the ground with his back turned to the wolf, then ending his spin with his axe cleaving right through the mouth of the demon. It was cut cleanly in half, its flesh disintegrating from the holy power his axe held.

"You're horribly lost. There's nothing here for you to claim. There's nothing left." The demon's voice was deep, menacing and malicious, but undoubtedly beastly and... kind of hot, but now was not the time for such things. The orc heard laughter tremendously distinct from the demon. He turned back to the room and saw three imps coming at him, one armed with a dagger and the rest finishing fire spells aimed right at him. The orc leapt away from the two streams of dark flame and onto a pillar to his right. The imps were surprised that a heavy and seemingly slow orc leapt that high. Before any of them could react, the orc had sent a wave of holy force from his axe to one of them. The imp was sliced, and both halves exploded into many, bloody pieces. The other imps started to cast spells. He recognized one was a sleep spell, the other another fire jet. He crouched, sticking still to the pillar, then launched himself right at the one casting the sleep spell. The imp finished it, but the orc didn't even need to try and resist it while airborne, thanks to his helmet. He bore his axe down on it, and it was cleaved right in the middle. The axe bore itself deep into the floor from his strength alone, and he plucked it off as easy as a pineapple on pizza. The other imp sent another stream of fire at the orc, and in response, Gorzug bared his chest armor at the attack and roared in fury. The demon was stunned in fear as the spell whiffed uselessly into sparks at his tall, buff adversary. The orc then sent a wave of force from his gauntlet and knocked the imp off his feet, crashing it unto the wall and breaking its head into jelly.

"Have you come for fortune? It's long been whisked away..." The demon continued, "Or have you come for a trophy? Mercenaries like you love to collect those. What about..."

The orc's instincts sensed that something wasn't completely right. And he felt just the slightest change in the air behind him, enough to make his hair stand on edge as he turned around just in time to see a buff, feline figure descending upon him from the highest point of the entrance. A split second later, the orc blocked the demon's sword and dagger with his axe. And now he can see his adversary clearly. He was a demonic black panther, eyes stark red with murder, body as black as night, and build to make a gay man like him horny. His horns were disconnected from his skull, instead hovering beside his head, the bases aflame. Mercenary and demon locked eyes, blue on red. Gorzug was now staring at his final adversary in life. In the heat of the moment, everything was so clear in that split second. The chiseled features of his... admittedly handsome face, the well cared for red Mohawk, and the eyes, naturally red, glowing with murderous intent. He couldn't help but admit it, but he was handsome, the epitome of masculinity and danger with a vicious snarl contorting his face. The orc used his amazing strength to push the demon back before he could even land, but the demon was well practiced with maneuvering in the air, retaining his form and orientation until he touched the ground with a single, metal plated foot, and easing into a battle stance after.

"Have you come to just die by my hand? A last, glorious journey at the end of your kind's time?" He pointed the sword back at Gorzug. With the demon just outside the foyer and in the sun's light, Gorzug could not stop but think, of all times, of just how attractive he is. The stark red of his eyes were nothing short of mesmerizing and beautiful, with the Mohawk perfectly complementing his black fur. The dark grey and spiky medium armor he wore had thin metal plates, and lots of exposed hard leather, most of them colored a deep red with a few browns. The demon's weapons of choice are a sword and dagger, singled edged, but both sides were serrated so sharply to be a threat to any weapon that clashed with them. The demonic steel was fashioned to resemble living bone, freshly torn asunder and curved in a painful display of splinters. Of note were the pommels of both sword and dagger, having a lock so that they could be connected into a single weapon. And the demon did just that, while charging at the orc once more for a renewed assault. The orc met him with full force, his axe meeting the sword with a loud clang. The demon was mighty, but not as much as the orc. The demon quickly sent a series of slashes and stabs at the orc, but Gorzug held his ground. He even managed to send out his own counterattacks in the barrage. But the demon was fast, evading the strikes so cleanly that he made it look easy. Gorzug also kept his front to the demon when he can, as the panther preferred to constantly sidestep and flank him. The demon masterfully twirled, joined and separated his weapons in an attempt to confuse the orc or hit him where he was exposed. Despite each other's attempts, both stood at equal ground with the other, neither landing a blow or budging. All the while, their eyes were locked with one another. Red against blue. Malice against rising... foolishness, the orc noticed. Gorzug could simply not stop, even in his direst hour, of thinking of how fucking hot the demon was. His face alone was melting him, metaphorically speaking, even when the demon tried to literally do so by breathing fire. But his body, even clad in armor, was proportioned just so perfectly. He could tell the demon had nicely sized arms, a torso that sported a well-developed, V shaped back seen even through the medium plated armor. And he loved men who did not skip leg day. He was a panther, so speed and legwork were his strong points. Each of his body parts had appealing form and proportion. The demon who wanted to murder him with swift strikes looked nothing short of perfect to the orc's eyes.

Gorzug was surprised with himself. At times like these, he would have already attempted to concoct his next plan of attack, to predict and strategize on his toes in the middle of combat. But when he internally asked himself why, he knew instantly. This was his last stand, and he simply fails to keep the rising horniness in him in check, when either way, this would be his final tussle.

He needed space due to how the battle was proceeding, so he swung his axe with the intent to push the demon away. The demon broke his own stance and stood casually, catching the strike with his sword, and allowing himself to be forced back. The demon never lost his footing, or even looked like he was bothered by such force, as he kept a casual standing position while gliding along the floor.

Gorzug's own furious expression very rapidly started to die down as he looked at the demon again. But unfortunately, this time the demon was further inside the entrance foyer, away from the fading light.

The demon separated his weapons as he eyed up the orc. "You are nothing-"

The orc, to his own disbelief, cut him off right there. "And you are hot."

The demon did not appear to be phased by his comment, giving no sign of being amiss. But even Gorzug would know that a remark like that would make a demon like him suspicious. Gorzug didn't have much of a profile on him, but he knew his type. Physically strong and fast, but was probably a powerful spellcaster on his own right. Also probably smart, cunning, and knew how to use his brain. The demon would pick up that something was different. Gorzug couldn't help but feel that this might be where it will all go wrong, but his instincts didn't think that was a bad thing.

"You think I'm hot?" The demon snarled. "I'll give you hot!" He spoke a silent incantation, and a mere second later, fire erupted from his maw into a ball of flame headed directly at Gorzug. The orc had to pause his reverie to defend. With his mind momentarily back in the battle, he figured he could use this to his advantage. It was simple, really. He used his massive strength and the force gauntlet to push the flames back to the demon. The demon, despite being resistant to fire, knew the strength of his own spell, and was poised to defend himself. He used his weapons to cross slash the flames away from him, realizing too late that that was what the orc had intended. Gorzug had reflected the spell in a way that would make it fan out, and the demon worsened it with his defense. The flames spread throughout most of the room. Gorzug turned around and ducked, letting his armor protect him from the inferno. All combustibles in the room: dry and desiccated torches, wood, and even leftover pitch from ancient catapult rocks, easily caught alight. What was once a dark foyer was now illuminated in the span of a few moments, giving the orc the advantage.

"Sorry about that, stud." The orc continued as he rose back up to face the demon. "But now I can finally see that handsome face clearly..."

The demon growled, breaking his calm composure, but he still didn't look threatened. Definitely angrier though. And even Gorzug could see that he was ready to defend himself. This would be a prime opportunity to charge at him, but for now, he chose not to. He started circling the demon, and the demon matched his walk. An opponent as good as the demon would know that Gorzug decided to pass an opportunity to reengage.

But with this being his last battle, would it be so bad to try flirting with someone he thinks is hot? He would never get the chance again. To him, in a potentially stupid, spontaneous decision, it was worth the shot.

"After tonight," the demon said, his voice gravelly with anger, "you'll be nothing more than a stain on the walls of this castle!"

"Oh I'll let you spear me into a wall yourself if you want. Just thinking of it makes me leak."

Then the demon's eye twitched, failing to keep himself from breaking his composure this time around. The orc noticed this. Gorzug was feeling hot and bothered now since he can very clearly see the demon for the first time with this amount of light. Just perfect... that handsome face, amazing body... an insane man's fantasy that he didn't know he had and it came true. The demon roared in frustration.

"What is it that you want, orc?" the demon continued, flailing his arms to his side before returning them to his stance. "This kingdom has long fallen. There's no noteworthy treasure to be had. And I'm more than certain you didn't come all this way to compliment me when you've done nothing but destroy all my servants on the way here!"

"I came here since I thought this kingdom was a good place to stay at as the world ended." The orc said back, his voice steady and unbothered. "I wanted it because no one else does. But I found a different treasure I never hoped to find here."

"Didn't you hear me?" the demon then emphasized his words very hard, to make it clear to a mortal whose kind is known for being idiotic. "There. Is. Nothing. Here."

"It's you, handsome."

Again, the demon failed to stop himself from being astonished. But then again, the orc thought, he probably didn't bother to anymore. What the demon said was true. Gorzug cut down everything in his path without mercy. Yet here he was, trying to flirt. "This will probably be my last battle either way. I won't get another opportunity to tell a sexy man like you that you're turning me on."

The demon looked like his rage started to die down just a bit, now that everything made more sense. From what the orc could see, even the demon would probably agree it wouldn't be a bad idea. "We are alike." The demon-panther replied in kind, his voice calmer. "I claimed Avor as my own long after it had fallen since it held no significance to my war hungry kind either. As such, this is MY kingdom now. And I won't let you have it."

No surprise to Gorzug. But aside from that, the orc wanted to know if the demon was interested in him too. It was a long shot. But this was the last stretch after all. No harm in trying with nothing to lose. "You know..." Gorzug said as he flexed his weapon arm, and stretching and turning it here and there to remove tension, low-key showing off his massive, half exposed biceps.

This time it was the demon who eyed his opponent, failing to catch his gaze from admiring and following the huge slab of meat. Gorzug knew this might be a score, based on how glued those red eyes were to his huge bicep. He now knew what direction the demon swung.

"We can still duke it out, like you want to." The orc said, "After all, I did come here at first to try and get the kingdom. But now that I think of it... maybe we can try something else."

The demon kept his guard up just in case the orc was going to try something. But all things considered, Gorzug knew he looked good in his own right. With the demon's attention partially out of the battle and into his own features, there was a small inch of common ground he could work with.

The demon squinted, suspicious of his aggressor, but even the demon was starting to explore the orc's own, huge form. At least at a distance.

"It would be an anticlimactic shame, but I can kill you right now to save us the trouble." The demon pointed his weapons at Gorzug just in case the orc was indeed willing to end this right here and now.

"Nah, but how's about this. Let's fight topless, like real men." The orc had finished showing off his bicep at this point, but he still at least kept that same arm in view of the demon. "A show of body and skill. Just to make things more interesting. What do you say?

The demon growled again. The orc knew he was considering the offer, if not for the stupidity then for practicality. The demon was at a disadvantage at the moment. By the orc's experienced guess, the demon's magic worked better in the shadow. The room was illuminated, making it the orc's ideal ground. And Gorzug knew it was easy to make other people consider an offer if it has something to their benefit. Fighting topless would mean he wouldn't have his fire resistant armor. It would equalize the playing field somewhat. And he'd have his excuse of seeing the panther's body. And for him to show the demon his own, for fairness.

The demon stopped circling the orc, and Gorzug stopped as well. The demon panther was still in a battle stance, but he was mulling it over in his head. After a while, the demon sarcastically shrugged. Aside from practicality, the orc knew it wouldn't be bad for the demon to see some more meat, based on how he reacted from Gorzug showing off his muscly arm.

"Fine." He said, keeping the vitriol in his tone. "A last request of a dead man." The demon then cautiously lifted his dagger hand, pointing to the collar of his chest. Tapping the metal plate and very minutely dragging down, his medium chest plate dissolved into smoke and shadow, revealing nothing short of sculpted, rounded pecs and rows of abs. The orc visibly moaned at the sight, especially at the panther's fairly large, dark pink nipples. His arms were large trunks on their own, and the definition of his body was chiseled, in contrast to the orc's rounded muscles. The orc wasted no time in unbuckling the many straps and locks of his own armor, freeing his own chest as not to keep the demon waiting. It felt liberating for his own sizeable pecks to air out, and did his best to knead his nipples to cool them the fuck down.

The demon was slightly amused, even smirking. He was giving up an advantage just like that. Just. Like. That. Even though Gorzug could tell the demon wasn't one to get distracted from combat, he could also tell the demon liked looking at his torso. His pecs, after all, are two slabs of green skinned meat each adorned with large nipples that he shamelessly took care of. Underneath all that were his large abs, anterior muscles, all in clear view of the demon.

But with that out of the way, the demon continued his assault. There was a battle to be won, and a kingdom to claim. But as they once again clashed and traded strikes, the orc pondered how this display wasn't bad. Both men, topless now, showed both their skills and dedication to their bodies. Their torsos flexed, contorted, stretched and hardened. A battle of men, made manlier with exposed torsos.

The orc was smirking, once in a while licking his lips as the demon's body worked. The demon's furious snarl has retreated to a frown of concentration. The small step down in his demeanor was a victory for the orc. Even though he still wanted the orc dead, he spared some of his attention to his own mounds of muscles.

"Such a shame," the demon said, sending a slash at the orc's neck that Gorzug evaded. "Such a great body, only to die by my hand... If circumstances were different, I would have taken the opportunity to rape you before ending your existence."

"I don't plan on dying tonight, hot stuff." The orc said, as he blocked both the demon's weapons and pushing him away. "Though what I'd give to hold that hot body of yours..." Gorzug did an overhead slash, evaded by the demon, and the counterattack was repelled when he plucked his axe half buried in the ground to deflect those. "To worship your body..." He said, almost drooling as he back stepped away from a dual stab. "To knead your nipples..." He continued as he slashed upwards to clear the demon's defense away, to briefly make him raise his arms and show his body. "To suck your dick... and take it..."

The demon was squinting with suspicion. Shortly after a few more exchanges, the demon and the orc locked weapons. But this time, the demon and the orc's bodies were close to each other. The demon took this opportunity to try and maul the orc, but Gorzug's reaction was on point. He pulled his head back mere centimeters from where the demon chomped. But Gorzug, opportunistic in his own way, immediately launched his face back to plant a strong peck at the demon's lips before the panther could pull away. The demon pushed him back, eyes wide with surprise, his fur bristling, blushing even. Gorzug gave him a wink, and the demon glared at him at an almost embarrassed way.

Gorzug on the other hand was nothing short of drunk with lust. The demon's fierce, red eyes pierced through him and into his lusty soul. He just wanted to make out with the demon and see them closer, if he could. He was outright staring at him as he imagined their tongues dueling. Even in the middle of actually dueling. And those nipples... He wanted them so bad.

The demon started casting a spell and that gave the orc the opening he was looking for. Normally it would be pointless as the demon would still defend himself well enough not to be injured. As Gorzug sidestepped a powerful ray of flame, he used his force gauntlet to deflect the demon's sword away. Gorzug used the same hand to grasp the demon's arm, and used his axe to make the demon defend with his offhand dagger.

Both men crashed to the ground, the demon grunting as he bore the brunt of their combined weight, pinned by the orc. At least for a short while. Gorzug knew the demon of his caliber had a millions ways to break free, but he needed just these few seconds. Despite the snarl returning to the demon's face, the orc wasted no time in grinding his body on the demon's. Mounds of muscles met, and he made sure to feel the demon's torso with his own slightly sweaty body. Even though both men wore codpieces, he rammed his crotch on the demonic feline as much as their strained position permitted.

The demon's face turned into utmost surprise. By this point even Gorzug knew he was taking this battle to a dangerous turn. Giving up many opportunities to hurt the demon, or taking risks that won't hurt him just so he can be a horny fuck-tard. The demon, though exerting his own strength to meet Gorzug's, didn't bother to maul him now. He understood.

"So that's how you want to fight." the demon genuinely smirked at the orc. The orc's face melted when he saw the demon flash him the enthused smile, and he was caught unawares when the demon pushed him back with tremendous force. Sorrow filled Gorzug by just a moment when the warmth and sleek fur of the demon detached from his body, and he nearly fell backwards. But he managed to regain his footing in time to see the demon dissolving his own codpiece into shadow. At the moment, the demon's trousers were decent, but the tent was already starting to get pitched up.

"Too much armor." The demon said as he flexed his shoulders and twirled his weapons, his body's muscles curling and uncurling with each minute movement. "Too constricting for our fight, don't you think?" The demon resumed his stance, instead of directly charging the orc. It would have been a good time to do it, but now the demon is the one choosing not to. The orc grinned. He stabbed his axe to the ground to get rid of any metal plaguing his torso and crotch. The right, unenhanced gauntlet came off first, then the shoulder pads, and lastly, the helmet, throwing it aside.

Whether the demon knew it or not, Gorzug noticed a pause in the demon as he finally saw the orc's face in its totality. The blue eyes framed by his clean cut, ginger hair, his face square jawed and slightly gaunt, stubble multiplying how manly the orc looked. The demon's face had a hint of amazement at Gorzug.

The orc briefly kneaded his nipples again before picking up his axe. This time electing to "attack" the demon, Gorzug jogged towards the demon with a lusty stare. They resumed their dance, their bodies working as both combatants swung their weapons. The sound of metal clanging once again filled and echoed through the ruin. But now both men traded devious gazes, and as it wore on, the orc was slowly forgetting this was a battle. The demon's body was framed so amazingly, as his own gauntlets and shoulder pads were still there, red and grey against black panther fur. The orc was full on topless, his arms free for the demon to gaze and observe. Thick trunks of muscles bulging and detailing themselves even through the thick, green hide. Once again, the exchange ended in an overhead lock. This time though, it was the demon who wanted to try something.

"You're honestly risking this battle... to lust over me, orc?" The demon asked, eyes still piercing the orc's. His air was still of violence, danger, but at the same time, he was shameless with his body, with a long imprinting itself on his pants.

"You're hot." The orc said simply, redirecting his eyes to the panther's smooth fur and sculpted features. Gorzug decided to take another risk. He let go of his axe with his right hand, making his already heavy left hand hold the axe against both the demon's arms. But the demon didn't budge. He was curious too. And even Gorzug knew the panther had a backup, as he could simply detach the dagger should Gorzug do anything dangerous. His arm was allowed to go closer and closer to his chest, until finally, he grazed his fingers over the demon's nipple. Gorzug growled hungrily at finally satisfying his desire to touch the dark pink button. To finally touch this stud that had swooned him off his feet the moment he saw him. The demon remained still, not changing his expression, permitting the light molestation. Gorzug became more adventurous, kneading the nipple, flicking it, lightly twisting it. Gorzug wanted more, and opened his palm to grope his chest. It was hard when he squeezed the muscle. He breathed out a "wow." He could even feel the strands of muscles underneath the smooth fur. But when he tried to get another grope, the demon backed off, tantalizing him with a wink.

The demon telegraphed his next strike, and the orc blocked it lazily, now that they're both hot and bothered. The demon didn't elect to detach his weapons in their next trade of blows, but now it was more than clear that their exchange was no longer for murder. The air was hot between them, and they wanted to see their bodies flex. The panther's piercing red eyes and dangerous demeanor never changed. He still looked like the tremendous danger that he is, if not more dangerous now that he's turned on as well.

The exchange ended with both axe and combined sword in front of both men, and this time it was the demon who used his offhand to explore the orc. He went straight for the orc's muscly forearm, groping a feel. "As hard as steel, as if it isn't like flesh at all." He remarked as his paws groped higher and higher to the orc's sweaty bicep. "And I bet you're not using your full strength yet even then." He squeezed it twice before trailing his very sharp claws towards Gorzug's triceps. The demon was the one to growl in lust this time. It was the epitome of manliness. Hard, strong, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and flexed for his benefit. Speaking of which, the orc even decided to let go of his axe with that hand so he could flex it farther for the demon, and the panther picked up on that by continuing to knead it. When the panther was done, he once again pushed the orc back, this time with lesser force so they can continue their sexy duel. Hungry eyes of blue and red stared at each other's bodies as they worked until the clash ended with both of them disengaging. The demon eyed the length plastered across the orc's leather trousers as the orc kneaded his own nipples again for a few moments. The orc even showed off his body for the demon's benefit as he played with himself, and thrusted his hips forward. The orc picked up his axe again but was far less interested in fighting now. This time the orc casually walked to the demon who still had his guard up. The demon pointed his sword at the orc's neck and the mercenary didn't bother minding the sharpness gliding across his jugular when he came close. Instead he wanted to test the demon's abs. As the orc put his left hand over the panther's six pack, the demon placed his dagger right in the middle of the orc's collarbone. The orc glided his own hand down the pack of hills and licked his lips at the sensation. He kneaded the lower torso here and there, as well as feeling up the demon's anterior muscles. The fur was strong, and didn't yield easily when going against it, but was smooth as he followed along its natural paths. All the while the demon was having fun threatening the orc with his weapons. The sword was still at Gorzug's throat, keeping the orc at his absolute mercy as he glided the dagger down the immense valley of his chest, then back upwards again, pressing against the hide that did not give, even by just a scratch. When the orc attempted to go for the demon's nipple again, the demon decided to tease him by pushing him back, only managing to get flicked by the orc's finger. And before Gorzug could react, the demon crouched low and made a swift, uppercut-like motion. His entire arm went below and between the orc's legs, hoisting Gorzug up as he stood. He lifted Gorzug with his bicep between the legs. Gorzug moaned in surprise and delight. His gargantuan weight was nothing to the demon, and the area between his legs delightedly felt the hardness of the bicep. He was so overtaken by lust that he had let go of his axe as he had gone up, and forgetting about it and the battle as he immediately started to knead his nipples again. The demon loved to see the orc reacting to being manhandled, but then Gorzug's crotch was right in front of his face...

"Oh hell yeah..." The demon growled as he was rewarded by seeing the orc's dick twitch behind those pants. He can even smell it, pure manliness, lust and need. He rammed his muzzle right at it. The orc didn't flinch at the sudden pressure, and moaned at the sensation. The demon took in his scent, inhaling loudly until his lungs were filled before he tossed the orc away.

The orc landed on his feet despite the strange arc he was put in, but he was now too mad with lust. He had already forgotten about Avor. All he wanted was this hunk of a demon who was returning his sexual interest. And he had the perfect idea to show him how he just needed the demon. He wanted the demon to claim him through his nipples and he didn't care if it would kill him. Yes, the idea in mind would make it so that this "battle" was his foe's to lose. But who cares at this point, with what this hot stuff was making him do by his own volition? What was more pleasurable to Gorzug than for this muscular, dangerous but sexy thing to have him at his total mercy through his weakness and best assets? He once again approached the demon, who was now just playfully pointing his sword and dagger blade at his throat. Just what he needed. He gently gripped the demon's forearms and started guiding them towards his chest. The demon, curious, let the orc move him to whatever position he wanted. He had to maneuver the demon to his side a bit so he could point both of his weapons equally to his pecs. The demon was still curious of his intent, but the orc had a very devious grin on his face.

Gorzug wanted the demon so bad that once the demon's weapons were equally outstretched, with the tips touching his chest, the orc widened his stance. Then he closed his eyes, threw caution to the wind, and let himself go. Completely. He slowly lifted his arms straight upwards. His pecs slowly flexed and mounded up the higher his arms went, dragging the nipples forward and higher until the blades glided along the soft areolas, ending at the middle of each of the nibs. The orc roared in sheer ecstasy. It felt so amazing. The tips putting just enough pressure to send immense pleasure from those sharp points. To Gorzug, hell had just flipped straight into heaven. This is his reward for coming here. And it was far better than anything he could have imagined or hoped for.

Although Gorzug's eyelids lazed halfway closed because of the pleasure, he could see that the demon's eyes were wide in disbelief and admiration. The orc knew how wide he is and lifting his arms up showed not only his width, but the totality of his entire torso's musculature. And the fact that he left the demon's own instruments of murder be at his own nipples... The orc had very literally just given himself to the demon. He had no care for his own wellbeing against an incredibly dangerous foe because the orc was so madly interested in him. The demon was definitely the strongest foe he ever faced, the biggest risk he ever faced. But he was interested too, more so because Gorzug's stance made him look victorious at him (and his nipples) being in the mercy of the demon. To be proud to be there, to be VERY horny to be in that position. The demon was stunned from the display. A race known for their great bodies right here at his weapon's tips.

The demon, driven by pure lust and interest, elected to exploit this and minutely maneuvered his weapons in a circular pattern, dragging the nipples' nibs by the weapons' tips round and round. That made the orc hysterical with pleasure, flailing his head as he moaned loudly and non-stop.

"You're no mere invader." He said with a low voice, dangerous and lusty. "For an exquisite mortal like you to offer his body so fully and so simply, by his pure, honest will... But to also lust over me? With your own volition? Without mind altering things to influence you? Do you not care about Avor? Or for your life?"

"I'm fucking hot for you right now..." The orc said, having great difficulty forming sentences from the pleasure wracking his being. "I don't plan to die here but I sure don't care about Avor as much as..." Gorzug strained to look at the demon and keep his moans silent, then eyed him from his feet to his face. "You..."

A pause ensued and the demon lifted his weapons from Gorzug's chest. He laid his arms to his side and tilted his head to regard the orc. "Why?"

The orc slowly placed his arms down before shrugging. "How to explain this... I don't exactly want the kingdom. Sure it's great and all, but what I want is a safe place from the war. Avor is a safe place from the war. And I didn't know that its ruler was a hot man like you until you tried to ambush me."

"Look at me straight for a second, orc." The demon said as he reconnected his weapons and spun it to a backhand grip to his side. "You came here to try and wrest this kingdom from me, at first. But what do you really want now?"

The orc's answer was instant, honest, and had no trace of any lie in it. "To keep doing this with you."

"That's truly what you want?" The demon had to make sure.

"Hell yeah." Again, no lie. And demons can detect even the slightest trace of it.

There it was. Raw, pure and honest conviction. It was the purest intent of the orc to just be lustful towards the demon. This orc had willfully just wanted to offer himself. The demon laughed. Many found a demon's laugh to be intimidating, but Gorzug was brave to a dangerous fault. He didn't flinch, didn't mind. Didn't fear. Both brave and foolish, thrice over. The demon only literally had to entertain his request to be kinky and the orc came crumbling down.

The demon sighed the laugh out and redirected his attention to the orc. "I think I like that about you, orc. Honesty is an impossible commodity among my kind. No one in their right mind would ever do this. To willfully offer their own body to a demon. To lust and do lewd with one."

"Well why not?" Gorzug said. "You're hot, and even though I mostly top, you're more than hot enough for me to want you above me."

"And you've done all this with your own free will too..." The demon looked at nothing in particular as he started to think. All this time, the orc remained relaxed, the exertion from their battle leaving him.

The demon minutely shook his head. "I won't make a contract for your soul with you." The demon suddenly said. "At least not yet. No one has been foolish enough to... honestly... offer themselves to any demon like this before. Making a deal will just throw all of that honesty away, along with the excitement I'm getting from it. Turning that honesty into the usual contract would bore me with its... professional nature. So I'll instead suggest to you... a few terms to follow."

Then the demon lifted a hand and started to softly knead the orc's nipples. That made him moan again as he stared right into his red eyes.

"Do you not fear me?"

"Make me fear you, and that'll make me fall for you even more."

Again, the demon sensed his pure honesty. He grinned.

"Surrender to me, and acknowledge yourself as inferior to me. Then we can cut to the chase."

The orc knew there was no binding, demonic contract being made here. His soul wasn't in danger to begin with. Otherwise the amulet would have prevented it. He realized that the demon was intrigued by the orc's pure lust. His honesty was enough to trade for sex with the demon. But to have all that danger and violence, instead pleasuring him and violating him...

"To who is this handsome, sexy, and buff demon I'm surrendering to?"

The demon smiled. "Sazor."

"Then I, Gorzug, surrender to-"

Sazor lunged at him on the word surrender, wrapping his arms around the exposed orc, and made out with him. The kiss had caught the orc completely off guard as he started to fall back from the momentum. But he kissed back and he knew nothing more amazing in life. He stared back at those determined red eyes, just like he desired, drunk and paralyzed by bliss. So much so he didn't care that the fall was slow and unnatural, with darkness slowly smoking around his body and peripheral vision. All that mattered was the demon's barbed tongue pressing against his own. The grinding of his built, furry chest against his hide. He had no care or qualm that he could sense the remainder of his armor and clothes disappearing from his body, magically being whisked away by the demon. He didn't care about the darkness completely enveloping him, completely at evil's mercy. If Gorzug wasn't making out with Sazor, he would laugh. He didn't expect his defeat today would land him in a far better spot than he expected in victory.