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The Forbidden Delta Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Anonymous

Thick, dark grey clouds rolled across the heavens, the sun illuminating them with auras of brown and gold, pillars of light dropping don between them to cascade across the marshlands and the river. It was a desolate no man's land, left barren by the war that had come and one. On one side there was a massive city of cement and metal and glass, and on the other a mecca of stone and cloth and wood, both equally advanced and refined, both equally weary of war after the conflict that had put an end to their greed and avarice... for the most part. The lands had been declared off limits to both sides, forming a natural barrier between their two nations and a sanctuary to those who had no other sort of home, but there was one thing that neither side had been able to count on... That greed could transcend death.

Deep blue eyes gazed up at the worrisome clouds, hoping for rain, hoping for the cover it would provide... but the heavens seemed unrelenting, providing only a humid wind that ruffled his hair and made it moist. Still, he had come too far to quit now. The man resumed his walk, thick boots landing on the ground between water washed stones, his sleek brown hair whipping around in the wind. The plate armor on his chest signified that he had been one of the warriors that had battled on the delta, a holy paladin... it was strange to see the grounds so empty, so clean, but there was no way Uldred could turn back, not after where his life had led him.

Coming back to society a defeated man was hard enough, but to be pressed into further service without sufficient power or prestige was unbearable. Too long had he lived without the respect he was owed, but that would soon change. The idea had first come to him in a dream... A dream of such glory, claiming the armor of the orc prince Thor... a body that had fallen in the crevices of the delta. The orc kingdom had accused the civilization of man for taking it for years, but none had been allowed to search. If it was still there, Uldred knew it could be his. He had no idea that he was not alone in his desire...

Floating near by, invisible to the naked eye, was the ephemeral form of Thor himself. The huge Orc drifted as energy, an idea, concept and soul. It had been years since he had been in the Delta, the day he had died... No doubt his body was out here somewhere, weathered bones picked clean by sea birds... but that wouldn't matter for much longer. Years of planning, of plotting, of searching, it was all coming to a head. The orc spirit lingered close to Uldred, keeping an eye on the human... It was almost sad that he was using the human so, they both had lost so much for so little.

Another heavy rumble of the heavens ripped across the sky, the gray and copper colored clouds flashing with lightning dancing between the points. In the distance the stone kingdom of the orcs was growing hazy. Uldred realized after a moment that rain had started to fall, cascading across the green skinned citizens as they went about their day, drinking and carousing, eating and getting fat... Orcs were such a confusing breed to the paladin. They were capable of such military feats, but they were disgusting slobs at the same time. Ironically Uldred couldn't hear the laughter of Thor next to him.

The Orc prince grinned, seeing every thought that the Paladin had. It was an unexpected perk of being dead. He had discovered it quite by accident in the hours after his death, trying to convince his fellow countrymen that he was not dead. He had tapped into their thoughts, their ideas, their dreams and fantasies. It certainly helped pass the time, at least until he started to forge his idea. Uldred's mind had been even easier to slip into, to manipulate. Thor had filled his head with visions of fame, of grandeur, of power and prestige. He'd planted the idea that it was the armor that would do it, he even gave the paladin glimpses of where he himself had died... and it seemed to be working.

Uldred assumed he was wandering aimlessly, but as he moved up the Delta, passing streams and rivulets, he was approaching the very spot that the Orc prince had fallen. As Uldred walked, more and more signs were assuring him that he was in the right place; arrow bolts, swords, axes, broken shields, cut leather and bones... It was much more the sign of the ancient battlefield that he had come to remember. Uldred wondered briefly if these were the bones of his friends before realizing that there was a femer bone at least two and a half feet longer than his. Uldred reached an outcropping of rocks, casting shadow onto the delta, obscuring him from the human civilization.

A quick, nervous glance back to the Orc kingdom ensured it was still shrouded in rain. It was his best chance. The human dropped down onto all fours, digging around the muck, searching for his prize. He ringed the outcropping, pushing aside dangling roots. Thor shuddered, knowing he was so close to his victory. He had already brought the holy paladin down from his pedestal, he would bring him down so much more. Thor followed Uldred, floating close to him, turning his head up the delta just a bit before looking back.

"I thought I saw something glinting over there..." Thor whispered. Uldred froze, looking back up, double checking. Had he actually seen something? Another glint confirmed it, he had seen something. Uldred trudged up, his foot catching a particularly deep puddle. He dropped in to his knee, muddy water sloshing up his body, but he didn't care. He made it to the source of the metal and reached out, his hand tugging roots away, brushing mud aside, revealing the glint of gold detailing surrounded by the rusted greenish black copper. He ran his fingers along, scraping off the slime revealing some of the copper beneath. The orange metal almost seemed to shimmer, hardening again, becoming stronger. It truly was the magical armor of Thor.

Thor all but moaned, seeing his armor again after so long. It did not bother him that it had weathered, it was enchanted and would not be destroyed by such things... In fact, it was enchanted in so many wonderful ways. Thor watched as Uldred finished cleaning the gauntlet, then another. He lifted up the chest piece, though he carefully removed the bones from it, setting them aside. Thor had to admit, the human showed a peculiar level of respect without any prompting from the orc spirit. At least holy paladins had some respect for the dead of their enemy. Uldred reached back into the muck and withdrew leg mail and thick metal boots before finally withdrawing a helm. It had all turned greenish black, covered in slime... but what better place to clean it than a river delta?

Uldred submerged each piece beneath the rushing water, running his hands across it, removing the oxidized sludge to reveal the metal beneath that magically returned to the state it had been when it was forged. It glinted in the colors of the sunset, pristine and bold. He cleaned the gauntlets, the leg mail, then he started working on the boots. As much as he coveted the armor, he wasn't sure if the leg mail would work out in the slightest. His feet were like those of a child compared to how large the orc prince's had been... Still, it was part of the set. He cleaned them well, getting every nook and cranny before working on the chest piece. It too had been designed for a much larger man with huge shoulders and a rounded belly, a belly larger than even his countrymen.

"It was a sign of great prestige for the orcs, that they could hunt such bounty... It made them manly." Thor whispered into Uldred's ear. Thinking he had thought the idea himself, Uldred pushed his disgust away, understanding the orc custom. Thor all but smirked at his continual success. At last Uldred moved onto the most pivotal part of the armor, the helm. It was large, heavy, but sleek and magnificent. The space for the eyes, nose and mouth were left open, but the helm next to the mouth mimicked the thick tusks of the orc rising up and it had the ornamentation of dragon horns around the sides, curling and sticking up in spikes. Uldred examined it, noticing that it had been forged with numerous orc hairstyles in mind, a slit for a Mohawk to be slipped through and a hole for a long ponytail.

Uldred set the armor out along the river bank, admiring the orange and gold armor. It was finer than anything the humans were able to craft, built for a behemoth. The armor was the finest spoil of war that there would ever be, and no one would question how he got it because none traveled into the Forbidden Delta. Uldred was so close, his prosperity was assured... but as he gazed at the armor, as he looked at it, he started to wonder how it would feel... how he would look on it. Thor moved, running his hands along Uldred's arms, his feet, his legs. There was no tangible touch, Uldred did not actually feel anything, but he was able to imagine the weight of the armor resting on his body. Thor moved to rub the human's shoulders and Uldred imagined the heavy weight of the chest piece... it felt so good.

Once more the paladin looked between the orc kingdom and the human borders, making sure none would see... before he lifted up one of the gauntlets and began slipping it over his forearm. At first Uldred thought it would be too big, but the leather slipped over his arm tightly, hugging the flesh. His fingers passed through rings of leather to keep the metal on, a triangle of copper slipping over the back of his hand. It had been given joints around the wrist to make it easy to move. It hugged his arm so tightly, so warmly; it felt as if it had been meant to fit him... though the magic was already starting to work.

Thor all but drooled as he watched the human's arm grow bigger, his fingers getting fatter, the fingernails turning yellow and hair curling out of the knuckles. The digits that had been like small twigs were growing into thick sausages and the pale smooth human skin was growing tough, covered in thickening hair beneath the metal. Thor groaned, leaning forward, nuzzling Uldred's ear.

"Just one arm doesn't look right; I need to put on the other." He urged. Seeing the logic in his epiphany, Uldred did just that. The left gauntlet slid on just as well as the first, sliding up all the way to the elbow, hugging the flesh and caressing the hand. Thick fingers wiggled, the leather groaning as it was filled again for the first time in so long. Normally Uldred would have been concerned that the gauntlets had been so long that they should have slid almost all the way up to his shoulder, but that thought didn't occur to him. It also didn't bother him that his hands would easily hang past his knees if standing... but there was heavy magic at work, playing with his mind... and that was even without Thor's urgings.

"The gauntlets feel so nice; I imagine the leg mail would be even better..." Thor whispered. Uldred all but purred, lifting up one of the leg pieces. It was large enough that he could almost slip both legs into a single one, but for some reason he had to try. Uldred quickly slipped off his own leg armor and boots, casting them aside. His toes wriggled in the sandy grime of the river bed before he started pulling one of the copper leg pieces up along his leg. An immense warmth spread through his muscles, feeling as if he had been baked in the sun and then massaged in the holy oils of Nazarene. Uldred's back fell gently against the rock face as the feelings embraced him. He did not see his ankles bulge larger with muscle, his calf swell and grow, or his thigh grow into a mighty trunk of flesh almost as wide as his waist.

The massive leg armor was filling with mounds of flesh and muscle, the pale brown hair beneath his pants turning black, thickening, becoming wiry. His lanky toes were becoming thicker, pudgy, massive and fat. The toenails turned yellow as well, growing longer, almost seeming like jagged claws. Uldred's left leg was so much thicker and longer than his right that he was leaning over, lopsided... but his thick, beefy arms moved on autopilot to grab the other piece and start pulling it onto his right leg. Again the sensation swept through his body, making him drunk with power... and Thor too watched in glee as the paladin was warped and twisted. Thor knew that the armor could only be worn by an orc...

With both leg and arm pieces on, the delightful sensation died away. Uldred whimpered, missing the bliss already. He forced himself back upright, too dazed to understand how much he had changed already. His feet had grown to almost double their size, but he still had the boots to put on. He had to try the boots, they would be too heavy to walk back to the city in... it would be so much easier. Uldred took a hold of one heavy metal boot and began slipping it on. His toes again surged in size as they came in contact with the metal. They remained like thick sausages, but grew longer and even thicker. The sole of his foot ached and stretched longer, growing wider, becoming flatter. His heel swelled to the size of a small dinner plate while curls of black hair erupted across the top of his foot, blending into the hair on the leg that the boot slipped up. When Uldred was done pulling the boot on, it fit so snugly that it seemed tighter than his own boots had been. Uldred scoffed.

"Maybe orcs aren't so big after all..." he murmured to himself. Thor nearly fell down in delight at how deluded the human was being. Uldred eagerly pulled on the other boot, his right leg stretching and growing to match the first. With both boots and leg armor on, his legs continued to throb and burn, stretching longer inch after inch, giving him an extra foot of height, then several more inches. At seven and a half feet tall, Uldred would tower over any human... but his growth was far from done, there was so much more armor to put on. Thor moved close to Uldred, wrapping his arms around the changing being. He shuddered as his arms started to sink into the armor, into the flesh inside... he could feel the heat of the living being, the muscles... but he was still too human, the process wasn't complete. Thor anxiously moved to Uldred's ear.

"These pieces are but trifles compared to the chest piece... How magnificent I will look with that on... and nothing beneath" Thor said. Uldred's lips curled into a snarl of vanity as he pulled off the armor of the holy paladin and tossed it callously aside, all but tearing his shirt from his body before rough pudgy fingers grabbed the immense chest piece. He lifted it up with surprising strength, not realizing his thicker arms far surpassed the strength of any human. It was held aloft in the air for a long moment before it was lowered. The copper easily slipped past his shoulders, sliding down his back and chest. Uldred let go of one side, sliding it up and through the hole. He then moved the other arm to do the same and the armor dropped down to rest on his shoulders.

A sickening squelch came as greenish black slime oozed out of the neck and arm holes, a slick slime running down his back and chest. Uldred realized he had forgotten to clean the inside of the chest armor. He was coated in enchanted slime... but... the armor was on, it would be a shame to remove it... A tingle began sweeping through the paladin's chest as thick wiry black hair began pushing out of the slime, more hair emerging across his stomach, but the strongest sensations came from his torso. His pectoral muscles throbbed with the burn of an immense workout, growing larger and swelling, but even faster than the muscles could grow, a layer of fat was sinking over them. His pecs began pushing into the grooves of the armor, molded cups to catch and fondle them. Uldred's nipples grew wide and thick, the nubs fat and hard as they pushed into the armor designed to hold them perfectly. It was like the most perfect hug he had ever experienced.

Uldred's furry stomach was not far behind. Muscle had covered his gut, but the defined strength disappeared beneath a thickening layer of disgusting fat. Pounds of lard were flooding his body as his stomach bulged and balooned. Fifty pounds, a hundred. He was swelling like a melon, then larger. His belly was spreading into another space in the armor, filling it up. All Uldred could do was moan and shake, feeling like so much more of a man... Thick black hair erupted from beneath his arms, his shoulders rounding and thickening, his back growing wider and wider. Uldred's spine grew, bringing the former paladin to over eight feet tall, the true height of any good orc warrior... but there was still more growing to do.

Despite the magical enchantment, despite his brain being addled with copious amounts of testosterone and pleasure, reality was starting to become apparent to Uldred. His hands were moving slower, his eyes coursing over his body. It was too big... belly, arms, legs, spine, feet... His body was just way too big. A look of terror started to slip over Uldred as he realized that the armor was changing him, that he had compromised his humanity in his quest for power. He was becoming that which he despised; a fat, slobby orc. Uldred reached to try and unstrap the gauntlet, but again the comforting voice began slipping into his ear.

"But I don't want to take it off; it's made me feel better than anything has before. It has made me strong, tall, brave... as large as the Orc prince, as strong as the prince. I look so good in it, all that is left... is the helmet." Thor whispered, trying not to sound desperate. He didn't want the human to give up, not when he was so close. If Thor had lungs, he would have been holding them in anticipation, waiting to see what Uldred did next. The paladin considered, debating with himself. Thor's words had sunk in as a thought for the human, but the idea was at war with his other conceptions. The wait seemed to last an eternity before Uldred began lifting the helmet up.

The changing human studied every contour from the faux tusks to the wicked dragon horns, the slots for hair and the engravings of a foreign script. Uldred admired the metal, the forging, the detail. It was truly a helmet of the mightiest of all warriors, but it was true the orc prince had fallen... The prince had fallen and the paladin survived. Surely that made him the mightiest warrior, and thusly he had earned the helmet. Yes, he had earned it... by surviving, by being clever and patient. It was his. Uldred hoisted the large metal helmet up, maneuvering it over his head before letting it settle down. The helmet came to rest on the neck piece of the chest armor, clicking into place. Once it was shut, there was no going back for Uldred.

The human let out a mighty roar of shock as his skull began to throb and stretch, the bone growing thicker as it swelled rounder. Uldred's perfect ears contorted, growing thick pointed tips, the flesh pushing out from his head more. His brown hair began to spill out of his scalp, the brown being chased down by black pigments. The hair grew thicker, curling around itself, bedding down with the oils of daily exertion. It pushed out from the sides of his head more than even the back, working into a shaggy mane. Uldred continued groaning, reaching up to clutch at the helmet, but it was no use.

The human's brow swelled painfully forward into a thick ridge as his eyes seemed to sink deeper into his head. His nose blunted and flattened, growing thick and wide, the nostrils large. His cheeks rounded and his jaw thickened. Uldred continued trying to pull the helmet off, but he stopped, looking at his fingers. The yellowed nails seemed even brighter for some reason. It took him far too long to realize the shameful reason... his fingers were green. At first they had been tinged just a little, as if colored by the algae in the delta, but as the moments passed they darkened from lime green to forest, looking as dark as the sludge on the armor had been.

The new green skin was peeking out from every gap in the armor, from his elbows to his neck, his hips, all over his body. The coloring was creeping up his neck as it grew as wide as the hole in the armor, covered in cords of muscle and a swelling Adams apple. Uldred felt a sickening crunch in his jaw as his teeth adjusted, spreading out into the wider jaws, creaking as they grew larger, yellowing and becoming jagged. Uldred panted hard as his lower jaw stretched again, pushing forward, giving him an under bite. It was a rather severe under bite, his lower teeth visible in front of his upper lip, but the reason why became obvious. Bit by bit, his lower canine teeth were swelling taller and taller, growing wider as well. The tips pushed past the corners of his upper lip, rising upwards, showing no sign of stopping. While al the rest of his teeth had remained roughly the same, the paladin's graceful look had been replaced b a thick tusked huge headed beast man with changing skin. The green continued to advance across his neck, slipping over his face. No sooner had the skin turned emerald than it darkened again with a dark shadow.

Orc males began growing their beards at the age of thirteen, though some kept them short or shaved them off. Others, like Thor, had worn them as a badge of honor. Uldred shuddered in horror as what little part of his face he could see was soon submerged beneath the thick black curls of hair. A mustache dropped down over a lime green lip, his cheeks erupting into thick forests of beard. Where the facial hair crept up and blended with the rest of the hair on his head, the mane began forming anew. Soon Uldred looked almost like a green lion with harp teeth and fuzz. It was exhilarating and terrible all at the same time. Uldred panted softly, even his eyes were aching, the pigment shifting to a dull violet. The brand new orc's beard spilled out from his helmet, sliding down his chest, stopping just above where his collar bone was. His tusks were practically sticking into his field of vision, tall and broad... but the feeling had stopped.

Uldred had guessed at first that the feeling of bliss had come and went, but as he thought about it the more he realized that it had only grown stronger and weaker. For the first time since he put the first piece of armor on, the feeling had actually ended. Uldred reached a meaty hand out to claw at the stone, gaining purchase, pulling himself up. His body weight shifted onto the thick metal boots, his belly counter weighting him as he rose up, pulling him into the standing position very easily. Uldred took a step, realizing his legs reached several feet more at a time. It was very unnerving and difficult to get used to, but as Uldred earned his head up, he knew he had far more to adjust to. Directly before him was the floating teal image of Thor, the fat bearded orc that he now resembled.

"What in... the world? How is this possible?" Uldred whispered. Thor let out a booming laugh.

"You dare to steal my armor and ask how I claim vengeance? Human, you wasted your mortal life... Now it is time for me to give it a try." Thor said before he moved forward. Uldred's back arched as the spirit came into contact with his skin. The massive Orc body went stiff, every muscle tensing and contorting, almost throbbing before it finally released. Uldred felt as if a gigantic weight was pushing down on him, crushing him, pulling him toward the center of the Earth... but his body was still standing, unphased. Uldred started wondering if it was some sort of dream or delusion, but he started thinking about all the old stories... and he realized that he could still feel his body, he could still see out of his eyes, but it all felt so distant, so remote, and there was such a large being in the way. That being was very happy to be back.

After so long as a spirit, Thor was perplexed by the process of living again. At first he did all he could just to make sure his heart kept beating and his chest continued to breathe, the massive mounds of flesh rising and falling. Then he lifted his large hands, wiggling his fat pudgy fingers... and then Thor did something Uldred never had, he reached down and groped himself. Uldred's spirit shuddered in surprise and pleasure as he felt the hot touch of a male against his own manhood. It was most surprising to Thor just how little the human had experienced, but he would change that soon enough. His hands worked at the pants, opening the fly just enough to reach in. Pudgy orc fingers began caressing the thick, long, veined orc cock inside. Thor was able to bring gushing bouts of blood into his erection, making it rather hard... but then Thor did the unexpected, he merely left his shaft as it was and began striding toward the orc kingdom.

"What are you doing?" Uldred's voice echoed in Thor's mind, the shock obvious. Thor chuckled loudly.

"I am returning to my kingdom... It has been years since I had a good lager... or brew... or mead... or all of them together. I plan to drink my fill and make up for lost time, and to give this new shaft a workout." Thor replied, talking to himself.

"I will NOT let you defile me with some orc harlot!" Uldred replied. Once more, Thor chuckled.

"I wouldn't let a harlot near this... I save myself for better things... This cock is reserved for the mighty warriors of the plains, for those who would drink with me, for all the men that should desire it." Thor replied. Uldred shuddered in shock, not sure what to say. He had no control over the body he was in, no choice but to sit and watch, experiencing it all first hand but having no control. He had forfeited his life for avarice and had fallen victim to the dead prince. He was the last casualty of a war that had ended years prior. The depressing realization only made Uldred even more dormant, giving Thor a much easier time to do as he pleased.

*****

Loud, vibrant music spilled out into the wet streets of the orc capital city, spilled beer running along the gutters almost as much as the rain. News had spread quickly through the city, causing massive celebrations to erupt. Orcs of all ages were separating, dancing and singing and drinking. The prince had returned from his long imprisonment. He looked like the prince, sounded like him, and he knew all the right answers. He had satisfied every test and had proceeded immediately to the nearest pub. Thick steins of beer clanked together, golden sudsy foam splashing over the edge before the mugs were brought to fat orc lips, the beer poured back. Thick streams soaked into the beards, dripping down the armor before belches erupted from between the tusks and the orcs would clap each other with strong arms around huge shoulders. It was a party like no other, and Uldred was being forced along for the ride.

Uldred all but gagged as he tasted the rancid beer pouring down his throat, filling his over-full belly... but he didn't actually gag, even that reflex belonged to Thor now. He was a prisoner in his own body, feeling the wet beer dripping down his skin, being forced to endure it all... and the paladin could see that things were quickly devolving. Many of the orcs had unbuttoned their pants, unleashing thick emerald green foreskinned cocks as thick as forearms, the tips oozing with rancid yellowed orc precum. Uldred wanted to throw up, but instead the body that had once been his was being used to party.

While Thor guzzled down another huge stein of beer, the fingers of his right hand curled around one of the massive poles, sliding up and down. The bearded orc bar keeper moaned, the pre running down his shaft and across the prince's fingers. Thor brought the pre soaked digits up to his lips and stuffed them into his fat lips, sucking them clean, the salty taste amazing. After so many years of wandering, Thor felt like he was finally getting his reward. When the prince's stein was empty, he slammed it down on the table. Servants fought over who got to refill it, but while they did, Thor used his free hand to grab at the cloth around his groin, digging his fingers into it. He gave it a tight tug before the fabric tore. His huge, round green balls and curly black bush erupted into the open air. The musk spilling from his shaft was strong enough that Uldred would have wrinkled his nose if he could.

Thor grinned wide, not only because he was home with a body of his own, but because he was holding a human prisoner inside of him, the soul of a holy paladin, ripe to corrupt. He knew it might take some time, but he would make the human love everything that made orcs what they were... It was the paladin's body after all, Thor owed it to the human to show him how much pleasure life had to offer. Thor looked around before spotting a slightly younger orc with thick burly mutton chops, his chin soaked with the grease of a huge steak he had chowed down on earlier.

Thor's boots came down with heavy steps before the prince reached out, grabbing the twenty year old by the shoulder. The mutton chopped orc turned around, his yellow eyes widening as he saw the prince. The young man went to say something, but before he could, their lips came together and Thor forced his tongue into the mouth of the warrior. Uldred recoiled in absolute shock. He had not kissed a woman out of wedlock, let alone a male... It was so unsettling to feel every sensation but to have no control. It was his tongue searching that mouth, feeing the teeth, practically exploring for the tonsils. His lips worked against that boy, and their tusks were grinding together. As horrifying as it was... Uldred had to admit that it felt... relieving... to have physical contact with someone. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt rather... like a reward to be kissing someone, even... a man. The orc prince grinned wide, breaking the kiss as he felt the human give in a little bit. Thor was given just an inch, but he would take a mile. The young warrior was grabbed by the hip and turned around, the cloth around his waist tugged down. Uldred whimpered in shock as he looked at the round, fat, thick ass cheeks and the tight, dark green pucker inside.

"No, Thor, you don't have to do this, please..." Uldred begged.

"You are mine now... Thor said, though it wasn't clear if he was saying it to the boy or to the paladin. Thor moved his fat cock to the thick pucker, holding it there before he started pushing forward. The tight ring of flesh began pushing over his cock, squeezing and compressing the huge green cock... Uldred's huge green cock. Uldred gasped, looking down... It felt like his, it was attached to him... Over a foot long, veined, green, dripping... and entering an ass. The ass of an innocent young man no less. Uldred felt vile, like some kind of monster... but... he also felt powerful. The young man was... his, and... he was liking it. Uldred had always thought of this act as demon worship, a painful act done for evil... but the warrior was moaning, shoving his ass around the cock. Uldred gasped as Thor thrust forward, sliding all the way in.

While Uldred was a virgin, Thor was far from it. He used his extensive experience to slam into the warrior's prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure through him. The young man bucked back, the prince ramming in and out of his ass. The thick cock was sliding in and out at a blinding speed as the two worked toward their orgasm. Uldred shivered, the pleasure saturating his soul once more... and relaxing him. If anything, Uldred felt as if his soul was becoming compressed, tighter, sinking again. His sight felt so much further away from him, taste and tongue distant... but the sensation of the cock and balls was stronger than ever before.... As if Uldred was moving into them slowly.

The memories of his human body were fading, outmatched by the blinding pleasure of the massive round hairy balls and huge trunk of a cock that made up Thor's groin... But while Uldred was getting lost to the pleasure of his new body, he was knowing what it meant to be a cock, to be balls... He could feel the blood keeping the shaft hard, he could feel the squirming writhing mass of sperm inside the balls. He had lost his body to an orc, but he had been relegated to the most pleasurable part... he was the cock, he was the balls... and he was cumming. Uldred's entire existence flashed into bliss and lust as the fat cock started spasming, pumping copious amounts of hot cum into the young warrior. Drool sprayed from the youth's lips as he came as well, thick rivulets of cum running down his pants. The prince reached up, caressing the warrior's hair possessively.

"You will be the first in my new harem... and you will keep my cock very happy... It deserves it." Thor grinned. The young warrior nodded, accepting his new duty, not realizing just precisely what that meant... but he would do his best. Thor had to admit, he had never expected that things would work out quite so well, luring a human into the forbidden delta... but he had his life back, and Uldred was going to have a very pleasurable future ahead of him, with all the power and prestige of an orc prince, just as he had wanted.