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Across the Delta Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Anonymous

It had been a tumultuous tie for the civilization of man and the kingdom of orc kin. While the Forbidden Delta still separated their lands, rumors had spread that King Thor of the orcs, long thought killed in battle, had returned to lay claim to his kingdom. The humans had grown wary and tense but had not provoked any action that could lead them to another war. They had even started stockpiling food, holding it in reserve in case they were laid siege too. The orcs, however, had taken a very different approach.

Day or night, music could be heard spilling out of the kingdom. Beer flooded the streets, feasts were held on every street corner and orcs of every age packed on the pounds. Bellies wobbled, beards grew unkempt, every indecent act was performed in the open as a feat of courage... but still, it hadn't been enough for Thor. Sure, he loved the music and the beer, he loved being alive and being king, but nothing had given him quite the thrill that corrupting the holy knight Uldred had. The human's soul still resided in his body, but it had been so corroded by pleasure and lust that little intellect was left. It was more like an extra instinct that still lingered at the back of his mind, reminding him of his feet... and just what was possible.

At night Thor relived the experience in his mind, of corrupting the human, fattening him up with cursed armor, watching him grow into the perfect body and taking it. It was a thrill he craved, and that craving had led to a most fascinating of ideas... an idea that would not only bring Thor more pleasure, it would bring their entire kingdom greater prosperity one day soon... and it was that plan that had brought Thor back to the Forbidden Delta. He had traversed the river and the stones, heading right back to the spot he had died and been reborn... and he wasn't alone. Four orcs were just up river, carrying a massive create toward the edge of the human city, but that was of little concern for Thor at the moment. Before the crate could be used, he had to get into the city.

Thor crouched down onto his hands and knees, digging through the mud, searching the slop and slime before he withdrew the chest piece of Uldred's armor, then the leggings and boots. They hadn't been exposed to the elements nearly as long as his had, but at the same time they hadn't been enchanted to withstand them either. They were badly degraded, worn out and rusting... but Thor was about to change all of that. He pulled out a small vial from his vest, removed the stopper and dripped some of the contents onto the armor. Then he dropped a few more into the river. The water around him started sparkling at once as Uldred began speaking in the ancient tongue, casting the spell and enchantment on the armor, giving it the same protection his own had. The rust began to be etched away, the armor returning to its former glory. The pieces he had not found started shimmering under the water, making it easier to find.

In moments the armor was as clean as it always had been, but more than that, it was spelled to transform whoever wore it... and that was the perfect disguise Thor needed. He took once last glance to his proud Orc warriors in the even this plan didn't work and then he moved to put the armor on. Thor was a tall man of almost eight feet with greasy long black hair and a thick beard, a round belly and meaty pecs. It had been a rigorous transformation for Uldred to turn into an Orc, but even sliding one of the metal gauntlets toward his arms caused the flesh to shrink and pale even before it touched. Thor pulled the cuff on, shuddering as his arm lurched shorter and shrank, becoming far more insubstantial. His grubby nails turned perfectly white again and the hair on his arm grew thinner and more insubstantial.

Thor grunted in disgust, but he had to get into the city. There was no other way. Soon he brought the other bracer on, his right arm likewise shrinking. It was almost comical how he looked with two thin white arms sticking out of his massive body, but as he brought the chest piece up over his head, his body started reacting almost violently before it was even on. The fat in his chest started to disappear, the skin growing tighter and more condensed. Even his belly was disappearing, shrinking from sight. Thor let out a whimper of sadness, watching as the hair on his chest disappeared, leaving it pathetic and smooth like a human baby's butt. The armor came to settle on his shoulders, the bones making a strange crackling sound as they shrunk and while the chest mail seemed tight to start, soon it was resting against a lithe and toned pale skinned body.

The Orc king felt rather disgusted but he had to continue. The leg armor went on, his trunk like legs shrinking down to the size of branches. Then came the boots. Even before he had slid them on, he watched his thick sausage like toes grow smaller, even, thin and perfect, the nails well clipped. Thor felt like retching, but soon the boots were on. The tiny part of him that was Uldred reminded him that humans wore socks with boots, but Thor grinned. Perhaps this way the feet would get smelly at least. Thor looked over his smaller, thinner body... but he knew there was one last necessary piece to put on. While the armor was all cursed, the spell would never be complete without use of the helmet.

Thor fished the helmet out of the water and lifted it up, examining it carefully before he hoisted it up over his head and began lowering it down. His eyes tingled and throbbed, the violet irises shimmering into an icy blue as the green drained away from his skin and the black of his hair began blanching out to a light brown... In his mind he felt the ember of Uldred's spirit starting to burn brighter and grow stronger, his own essence becoming subsumed. Terror spread through Thor's mind, he had assumed the human was weak enough that he could keep control, but that was not happening. Uldred moved his fingers gently, blinking for the first time in so long. He took a deep breath and leaned forward to look at his reflection in the water, but what he saw was a bit strange. While Thor's mighty beard became brown, it had not diminished in the slightest.... His hair also remained long, the grease remaining from before. Uldred grinned wider, finishing putting the helmet on. His beard hung out from the bottom. The corrupted paladin ran his fingers through his human beard in glee.

"Maybe this won't-" Uldred stopped. He was going to say 'be so bad' but his higher voice was surprising. He shuddered a bit before he moved to get his footing, standing up. He carried his orc armor over to a nook in the rock, setting it above the water line and out of sight where it could await his return. Uldred looked at the armor in the nook for a long moment, considering his position. He had his body back, he had his life back... but... he was already missing the pleasure of an orc cock, of being drowned in the excess of sex and food and pleasure. It had tainted his soul and he craved it so very much. Uldred reassured the small part of Thor inside of him that their plan would go ahead unchanged... more or less.

****

The song of crickets chirped away beneath the rising moon, night shrouding the highlands outside the walls of the city. It had taken careful timing for the Orcs to make it out of the delta valley and up onto the hills where a few groves of trees remained, but once there it wasn't hard to keep out of sight from the patrols. The four orcs had set up camp for the night, a small fire flickering and crackling away. A spell had been cast to shroud the light and smoke but little could hide the sounds of their eating and drinking. Teeth gnashed through greasy meat as it ran down their chins and into their beards, thick fingers tearing and plucking at the meat. Their skin was as green as the trees and grasses, their armor filled tight with muscle and fat.

The four had consumed six turkeys between them as well as numerous cooked root vegetables, their violet and gold eyes gazing at each other with mounting amorousness... but it took all four no time at all to spring into action as the branches leading to their alcove were disrupted. Massive boots hit the ground and weapons came up, the four ready to pounce. They managed to restrain themselves as Uldred entered, holding his hands up in peace. The orcs snorted a bit in surprise, remembering what their kind had told them about the holy paladin Uldred helping them in their king's mission.

"You Uldred?" One asked gruffly, his beard glistening with grease from his meal.

"Yes, Thor sent me." Uldred responded, moving into the circle of orcs, looking them each over. They were so tall, so strong, so manly... They weren't affected by the trappings of hygiene like humans, they were so much more. Uldred reached out gently, running a hand over the leather clad bulge of one of the orcs before smiling at another, "I was wondering if I might camp with you four for the night... I promise I would be very grateful." He said softly, turning, brushing his ass against one of the warriors. The orc flushed hotly, his cheeks growing darker green.

"He is puny human..." One complained.

"But look at his beard, mighty beard." Another replied.

"You know what camping with us would mean, don't you?" Another of the orcs asked. Uldred nodded, turning and moving over for the highest rank orc. He crouched down slowly, parting his lips, letting his tongue slide over the rounded leather hide covering the orc's bulge. The others all grunted at once, dropping their weapons. The surged forward and grabbed Uldred from all sides. His helmet was pulled off, his chest plate and boots, his leggings and his bracers. They field stripped the paladin faster than they stripped the meat from the bone in their meals, leaving him clad in flimsy undergarments. Uldred quickly pulled them off, eager not to tear them. He would have need of them the following day.

The heavy clang of orc armor came next as the heavy bonze and copper pieces fell to the ground, sinking into the soft dewy grass. Massive rounded bellies and thick patches of underarm hair were revealed. Broad jade chests covered in thick hair and massive beards, orc tusks sticking out of fat lips still coated in the taste of meat. Large, thick toes wriggled free of boots, the nails yellowed and grizzled. The orcs were massive, muscled and incredibly slobby... and yet they were dangerous killers with guile and strength, no masculinity held back in the slightest. Uldred licked his lips, unable to hold back.

The four orcs watched in astonishment as the human dropped onto all fours, reaching up to carefully to untie the leather strapping holding the commander's pants in place. The leather gave and Uldred peeled it back, seeing a nest of thick black hair and a long, veined, thick pole of a shaft. There was so much flesh, inch after inch, the foreskin surrounding the mushroom shaped head at the end. Uldred licked his lips, craving that taste again. Thor had been selective with the cocks he guzzled, but that was because he was king. Uldred rather liked the fact that he was a filthy human and could be used by these mighty orcs.

Uldred's tongue slipped from his mouth and plunged into the foreskin of the commander, slurping and licking before his lips started spreading over the large meat. The commander grunted, grabbing Udred's head, shoving the bearded human's face around his shaft. The other orcs soon surged in, fighting each other with punches and jabs until one had arisen dominant, able to grab the thick ass cheeks of the paladin, holding him in place while another untied his own pants. Another long manhood was exposed, the musk pilling into the air as he brought the tip to rest between Uldred's cheeks. He began sliding his length up and down in the crevice, working himself up, getting harder and harder.

Eager not to be left out, one of the other orcs slowly crouched down onto all fours himself before he rolled onto his back and started wriggling beneath Uldred. Uldred groaned in surprise as he was forced to make room for such a big behemoth beneath him. His back arched more and the vibrations from his moan traveled down the commander's cock, causing him to grunt out in bliss. Uldred grunted as well as he felt the cock between his cheeks angling, the head proving his tight muscled pucker before pushing in. He had felt the bliss of being fucked many times, but never in his own ass. It was an exquisite experience to say the least, and it had barely started.

The quiet of the evening was long gone, replaced with grunts and moans. The hand closed around Uldred's head held on even tighter as Uldred let his mouth fill with the thick cock before him, his saliva coating it as his lips and cheeks were spread to the limit. The head of the commander's cock started brushing against the back of his throat. Rather than gagging, Uldred was able to relax his throat and start to take the cock in even deeper. Seeing the commander get such an advantage, the orc behind Uldred started pushing in faster, inch after inch, spearing into the human's body.

As if Uldred wasn't in heaven enough already, he shivered as his achingly hard cock head started trailing through thick greasy black curls of beard. Uldred gasped as the orc beneath him found his cock with his mouth and the thick lips parted. His shaft slid into the orc's maw, sliding between the ivory tusks like they were guard rails. Uldred shivered before his hips started to jut forward and back by instinct alone. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't hold back. Soon Uldred was being filled on both ends and fucking a hungry throat, but one orc ha been left out. The sounds of vigorous masturbation had been going on for some time, but it wasn't enough.

Uldred nearly fell forward as the orc fucking his ass was impaled himself, a train of cocks sliding in and out. Uldred felt like he truly belonged, the center of a writhing pile of green sweaty muscle and fat. He could feel their juices landing all over his skin, his hair getting greasy. Uldred tried to moan but his sounds were muffled around the mighty shaft in his mouth as the orc behind him slammed into his prostate repeatedly. While Uldred knew he was certainly more of a bottom than Thor, there was something rather royal about having his balls resting in the thick beard of an orc servant, as if that was precisely where they should be at all times.

Like a writhing monster, the five bodies worked in unison. Cocks slid in and out of mouths and ass with sloppy sounds and grunts of men. Sweat coated green and cream colored skin alike. Fingers tangled in Uldred's hair, combing in the slop of sweat and sex until he was as disgusting as the rest of them. Some of them even fantasized about fattening the poor human up until he was a decent weight, but their fantasies were short lived. Uldred's back arched as he felt the first orgasm filling his ass, pumping into his intestines and filling him with the warm bounty of a true man. Then came his throat full of seed. Uldred greedily guzzled down the cum, loving how hot and salty and musky it was. It was a dream come true, or cum true as he liked to think.

A low rumbling grunt from the back of the orgy signaled that the orc on orc action had produced just as much of an orgasm and then the hot wet spray of seed landing all over Uldred's legs and balls and hips was a good indicator that the orc beneath him had come. A grin crossed Uldred's cock filled mouth. He had outlasted them all, just as a good king should. He shuddered, moaned around the cock and then came. He gasped in delight as the orc beneath him clamped down and sucked him dry, guzzling down every last drop he had to offer. It was going to be an amazing night.

****

Early morning had swept across the vast city of man, casting long shadows from the towers and columns, the cobblestone streets a myriad of colors all fit together in perfect hexagons. It was a real feat of engineering and architecture, though nothing in the city compared to the holy palace. Sparkling crystal blue waters surrounded the building in a moat while foot bridges artfully crossed over to the interior. Holy paladins came and went at regular times and the civilians stayed well clear to stay out from under foot, especially so early in the day. The paladins were there to help, but they did not suffer any obstacles. Uldred found that his memories were still well intact and he knew every in and out of the Kingdom, but stealth was not going to work for what he had in mind. Uldred himself was a bit of a sight as he ventured through the streets atop of deep black horse, namely because of the black horse. Holy paladins always rode steeds of white, but Uldred had been different. While many more gazed his way, they stared at his mount more than him or the cart the horse pulled with a large crate. The horse trotted along up toward the palace, though two guards closed the gap. Thor gave the reins a gentle nudge as he squeezed his legs. The horse came to a stop.

"What is your business here?" The knights asked, trying to place Uldred's face.

"I have come from the Forges of Elriandra with holy armor for the might of man. I am to deliver them to the armor chambers at once." Uldred explained. One of the guards moved to get out of the way, but the other moved around to the back of the cart, reaching over. He unclasped the latches on the crate before sliding the top back a bit. Orange copper armor glittered out from within, crafted in fine metals with fine leathers. The guard was transfixed by the luster of the armor, looking well past the fact that they were far too large for any paladin. After a long moment he slid the cover back into place.

"Carry on." He said after a long moment. The other guard finally moved out of the way, letting Uldred past. He gave the reins a shake and the horse resumed its course into the castle.

****

Laughter and camaraderie echoed down the stone stairwell into the armory as the holy paladins ventured downwards, step by step. They shared stories of their war with the orcs, compared boasts about the women they had won the fancy of and even how large and brave their sons had grown, all but one of the paladins at least. Four men moved into the armory, their bellies full after a good first meal at the king's table. James was the first to enter, a man in his forties. He had streaks of gray in his hair and a dark mustache. Despite his age he was fit and in his prime, ready to serve king and country. Martin and Issac followed, both in their thirties and boasting quite a bit of strength. Michael had flowing silky brown hair while Issac had feathered blond hair the color of straw. The last to enter was Eveson, or Eaves as he was called by the King. He had been lucky to be accepted as a full knight at such a young age. The strawberry blond haired youth had been hanging around the castle since he was fifteen and after years of nagging, he had been put on duty just to give the king a rest.

"And then you should have seen the way Jameson toddled over to me, pleased that his daddy had returned." Martin boasted.

"That was years ago, does he still toddle over to you?" Issac smirked.

"Only when he wants a few gold coins..." Martin contemplated. James burst into laughter and Issac followed, though Eaves had been distracted by something else entirely.

"We have new armor..." Eaves murmured. Sure enough, their old silver armor had been replaced with the thick, robust shining copper and gold armor that had spent the previous day crossing the delta. The metal was foreign and strange, but it seemed that it was forged in the same aesthetic lines of the king's armor, and there was even a royal crest on it.

"Of course we have new armor!" James declared, still a bit foreword after guzzling down his ale, "After years of service, the king wants only the best for us. We shall don our armor and show the highlands just what sort of force we are. It is time to suit up men." James said. The four knights moved to their alcoves and proceeded to strip. Their tunics and robes were removed and set aside. They reached for the protective undergarments they were used to but instead found a leather pouch like contraption that would hug the cock and balls while strapping around the ass. The men were a bit flustered, but none wanted to appear the weakest link. Issac pulled the pouch around, tying it in back before he scooped up his balls and cock and slid them into the leather. The blond man shuddered softly in awe as blood began rushing into his cock, causing it to grow longer and thicker, the shaft curving around the pouch and giving him a constant feeling of tension.

James gave an audible grunt of satisfaction as he did the same, his old manhood feeling a vitality and strength it hadn't had for years. Martin joined in and the three older men started moving for their chain mail. Eaves, however, had been holding out the longest. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment before he slowly slid the pouch around his loins. He gasped softly as the leather hide caressed his scrotom and cock, nestling against his red bush. At once his cock was growing hard, filling the pouch, but it wasn't just stopping at half hard like the others. The pouch began to groan as it stretched out lewdly into a tent. Eaves licked his lips, feeling hornier than he ever had. With any luck their patrols would take them past a brothel and he could fuck some wenches brains out.

The ringing of chainmail came from all four as the armor was slipped over them. Even though the metal was far too roomy for their bodies, they seemed not to notice. The copper metal seemed to glow like the sun on their flesh, bringing out their natural tans and the contour of their bodies. James wore it the best. If anything, he seemed to stand taller and prouder than ever before. His shoulders filled the armor out so well, it was hard keeping him from strutting... but the chainmail was hardly the last armor to put on.

As was customary for the humans, they each drew out the most important piece of armor from their alcoves, the chest pieces. They were the largest, the most intricate, and the most important in keeping them alive. As James pulled the armor down over his shoulders, his body was filled with a great sense of power and virility. His bones popped and shuddered as they grew, his rib cave spreading. His chain mail began to deform as pounds of fat began sweeping around his waist and stomach. His belly was bloating, thick hair pushing out all across the flesh beneath the armor. His pecs inflated as well, his nipples growing fat and thick. His shoulders widened, his back grew broader and the leather pouch over his groin suddenly grew tighter and tighter as his balls swole to the size of plums and his cock extended inch after inch.

Martin and Issac were practically grunting in unison as their spines began to stretch, the pain and pleasure mixed together as they surged past six feet tall, adding inch after inch until they were some of the tallest men in the kingdom. Their stomachs rumbled in hunger for more food even as they pushed out. Sweat began to leak from their bodies as thick pit hair emerged from under their arms. Even their hands were swelling wider and thicker, hair spreading across the back of their hands.

Eaves felt the heavy armor settle against his shoulders. It was almost too much for him, but only for a moment. The weight grew lighter and lighter as the young man's body filled with muscle. His biceps and triceps swelled, his pectorals swelled, every part of him was growing more impressive... even the tented leather pouch, pushed to a point and pulled away from his body. His cock had to be at least ten inches long, the flesh thick and throbbing. Eaves moaned, though his voice was deeper than ever before. Slowly his upper lip began to grow soft with new hairs as a red mustache began pushing out, similar hairs coating his youthful cheeks with thick mutton chops. Eaves began to greedily pull on the rest of his armor, sliding his leggings over thickening calves and swelling feet, bracers wrapping around wrists that were now as big around as his neck had been when he woke up.

Across the room, Issac and Martin were still wearing nothing but the leather pouch below their waist, on their hands and knees crawling toward James. James, meanwhile, was combing his fingers through his impressive silver beard as it pushed out of his face, stretching longer inch by inch, his mustache so thick that his lips disappeared behind it. He let out a grunt before grabbing Issac's shaggy blond hair, stuffing the knight against his groin. Issac whimpered, licking the leather before trying to nuzzle his face behind it, trying to get to the cock inside. With his other massive hand, James grabbed Martin's head, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Eaves grinned wide, moving to grab the rest of Issac and Martin's armor and help his fellow knights finish getting dressed.

****

The grand royal hall of the castle was a magnificent piece of work. The floor was made of alternating white and black marble squares atop which rested magnificent alabaster columns, vast tables lined with gold and wood, animal trophies and various forms of weaponry. King Adowin stood before his throne, pulling off his gauntlets to set them aside before a knight helped him remove his brilliant gold armor. The chest piece was hoisted off and set aside.

"Sir knight, are you sure that white gold is the best choice for this new armor? Does it not look too much like silver?" The king asked and a smile spread across Uldred's lips as he helped unstrap the king's boots.

"How much like our holy lord is white gold? The purest light, the color of the heavens at dawn, no impurities..." Uldred said from where he stood behind the king, preparing the cursed armor. The king smiled a bit, his old brown eyes placated. Still, the king was right to worry. The armor was silver, the cheapest silver that the orcs could find... then again gold wasn't thought of any more highly when it came to metal, it was too pliable. They had forged for the king a very special kind of armor, the armor given to the youngest and most inexperienced Orcs, to those fit only for the most menial tasks. Without the helmet the king would remain human, but the changes would still be delightful. Uldred pulled out the silver bracers and helped slide them over the king's arms, fitting them over the chain mail. The king let out a soft sound of awe as the new armor was slipped on. His hands had lost the ache they had for years. He flexed his fingers, finding them easier to move than ever. Uldred strapped it down before adding another to the other side. Once more the king murmured in awe.

"Sir knight, this armor must have curative powers... It has made my weary bones strong again!" The king said in awe. He had been suspicious at first of the bearded man at first but now he was sorry he had been. Uldred moved around the king, crouching down to pull on silver foot mail. The king shuddered, his old brown eyes closing as the skin of his feet became soft and pliable, his arch rising, his toenails growing more fair. Uldred didn't want to give him time to think about it. He strapped a holster on for a sword and an axe and then lifted up the chest mail, pulling it down over the king's shoulders. The man stumbled back and collapsed into his throne, panting softly.

As Uldred watched, the man's silver hair turned to black and then brown. His skin grew fair once more and he shuddered. The one thing that had not changed was the belly that the king had gained fro years of excess. If anything, his belly was getting larger. The king moaned and groaned, his armor filling up with thick mounds of fat, his pecs ballooning into man boobs his arms swelling. He had gained a youthful vitality, but his body was still becoming slobby and vile. Still, in his twisted mind, the king was so thankful for the youth and the freedom from pain. He licked his fat lips, looking at Uldred.

"Sir knight, what can I do? Let me do anything to please you, to thank you." Adowin murmured. Uldred set out a scroll of paper and the royal seal.

"Let me bring joy and freedom to this kingdom, so that all might enjoy its bounty..." Uldred said softly. Adowin surged forward, quickly signing away the kingdom. Uldred felt a surge of power flow through him. Much like Thor, he too had become a king.

****

The sound of trumpets echoed throughout the highlands as a day of celebration was finally coming to the civilization of man. Horses decked out in their finest regalia pulled wagons full of people tossing out wax paper wrapped candy to the children while every pub in town was offering free beer. People roamed the streets in celebration... but something strange had happened to the civilization of man under the reign of Uldred. The rationing Adowin had put the kingdom under was long gone. If anything, the citizens had been told to eat lots every day to remain strong for the times ahead. As a result, bellies were plentiful. The city had also grown in leaps and bounds, though the resources necessary for hygiene hadn't advanced as fast. Every man, from teenager to sixty year old had greasy hair, sweat soaked shirts, boasting in pride. The focus on tolerance had also been advanced and love had been let free to blossom anywhere it wanted.

As King Uldred walked through the street with his loyal knights and servant behind him, he looked out and saw two buff, big bellied, bearded teens kissing... right next to their fathers, wrapped in a romantic embrace. It really brought a tear to his eye and a bulge to his pants. Uldred felt so proud... but the biggest step in their plan was still ahead, a plan that had taken so much time to prepare. As Uldred approached the meeting hall at the edge of the city, he could see that the orc contingent had already arrived. Massive dread-horses stood with their green fur and spike lined heads, chewing on old meat that had been left for them.

While one orc had been left as a look out, he soon summoned the others. Numerous eight foot tall green warriors emerged, watching in awe as they saw what Uldred had become. The king of the civilization of man looked little different than the orcs other than his color of skin and height. His brown hair had darkened over time, matted down with grease. His beard was unkempt and long and even his enhanced armor was tight and groaning under the strain of such a massive belly. There were flecks of food in his beard and his hair was longer. Uldred had really ruined his body, becoming the same sort of pleasure seeking orc Thor had been... though he had let Thor rule his kingdom at night, moving back and forth between the two.

The orcs were soon licking their lips, dreaming of fucking the human king into submission, though they had been completely caught off guard by just how at home the human kingdom was. In fact, their human servants were already serving them more than just food. Two big bellied waiters were guzzling down orc sperm in the back already, unable to resist their manly visitors. Uldred moved into the tent, his knights following. The colonel inside looked up, growing hard as well.

"Greetings friends, welcome to the highlands." Uldred called out, "It has been many years since the war that divided our people. The peace has been good, but it has been a lonely peace...Little more than a truce, I believe it is time that we united the people on both sides of the Jade river, becoming a community... and it starts here." Uldred said, moving to the orc commander sent to delegate. The commander grinned, remembering the human that had wandered into their camp that late night so long ago. Uldred gave the orc a grin before he leaned in, pressing his lips to those of the silver bearded orc man. The man grabbed him and the two started to rub their bodies together, gyrating tightly. Green and cream fingers worked together to unclasp leather pouches and pants until thick hard logs of man meat were let out. Soon Uldred and the commander were humping in glee, kissing, tusks and tongues intermingled.

Eaves was grabbed by a young orc himself. The red bearded teenager was assaulted with a big tongue filling his mouth but he loved it. Eaves sucked the tongue like it was a cock, making out for all he was worth. Issac and Martin were pulled into a writhing heap of orc flesh and soon their mouths were pried wide by thick green cocks they suckled like their mother's teats. Adowin was already on all fours, moving to kiss and lick the thick toes of the orc men around him, his ass just enough in the air for an orc to tear the pants off of and spear into him. Adowin moaned before he got a mouth full of cock, the former king reduced to a driveling cock slut... just the way he always wanted to be.

Eaves moaned as green fingers were combed through his red beard. He had been so proud of it that it was practically a source of sexual pleasure... at least until he felt his pants torn open by rough tusks. A thick, hot mouth wrapped around his exposed shaft and started sucking hard. Eaves grunted, bucking forward and back, thrusting hard. More of his pants were torn off before he was filled from behind, skewered on orc cock. He struggled to find Martin and Issac but his face was obscured as a massive log of meat was shoved into his face. Eaves was lost in the bliss, just as Issac and Martin were. Across the room the blond knight was being bounced on a massive hard cock, that of Martin's... but Martin too was being bounced on the huge shaft of the orc's largest man. He was bouncing both knights on him, impaling them both as drool ran down his green chin and neck. He loved playing with humans. A sweeping spread of an arm knocked plates and goblets off the table before Uldred was thrown onto his back and his legs were spread. The commander grinned wide, lifting Uldred up so his tight muscled pucker was exposed before spearing into him.

The sound of saliva being swapped was soon outweighed by the grunts and slurps of a good fucking. Dozens of orcs and dozens of knights were fucking in the largest orgy the human civilization had ever seen, ruining the humans for cocks that weren't from giant warrior lovers. It was a start to peace, a start of a true community where the two cities would merge and become one. Maleness would be championed and celebrated, rituals developed and no military might would stand against them. They were the people of the Jade Delta, the strong and burly warriors... warriors that would be all to happy to allow others to join them... so long as they liked to have a good time.