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To say that he'd seen this coming would have been an oversimplification. Certainly he'd seen the signs. There wasn't much that anyone could have done, especially in his position.

"You're gonna love your new cell, demon."

The only real tragedy, at least as far as he was concerned, was the fact that he'd been stripped of most of his armor. Custom made, one-of-a-kind plate-mail; a gift from a demon lord he'd done a favor for. Not a particularly big favor, but a favor nonetheless. And it was certainly a lot more than he'd expected to receive for such a pittance.

"I have to hand to you. I didn't think that you'd be able to take him down, Jim."

He'd grown rather attached to that armor. He'd seen some great battles with it. Killed so many people with it. Had so much blood splattered on it. Hell, he'd even given it a name: Vestril. Not the most original name, mind you, but a name nonetheless. It was the least he could do.

_ Such exquisite craftsmanship._

"I can't take all the credit, Randy. It was a team effort."

The helmet was the hardest to depart with. He'd seen some wicked fights with that thing. He especially loved the dents it put into people's heads when he butted them. There was still some blood caked on it from his last battle; those kavorkians had far more blood within them than he thought they did. It made for a more interesting battle; that much was certain.

"That may be Jim, but it can't be denied that the only reason we're still here is because of that spell you used. If it weren't for that, we'd all be dead right now."

"He's right, man. We couldn't have done it without you."

And it certainly went better than his most recent skirmish. To think that he was just minding his own business when a group of mages reeking of semen decided that it was the perfect day to wreck his shit. No, no... he wasn't ashamed to admit how woefully outclassed he was, how easily they managed to subdue him. He'd been on the wrong side of more than a few smackdowns; some of them more brutal then others. And he'd seen more than a few mortals best his brethren over the course of the millennia; he knew better than to underestimate them.

_ Especially if most of them know their magic. Blasted mages._

Still, it was rather strange that he wasn't destroyed after the attack. The mages seemed far more interested in his armor than they did him, stripping him of everything save his wristbands, boots, and green undergarments. They enchanted the first two, using smears of blood he'd spilt during the battle as a focus for their sorcery; with it, they weaved together a spell which, when placed on his boots and wristbands, not only cut the demon off from accessing most of his powers but compelled him to follow their every command. Not that he really minded it, you see; given the berth it was more of an inconvenience than anything. And to be fair, he was a great deal larger than any of them; it wasn't like they could just carry him. And, as long as he was being magnanimous, enchanting his boots and forcing him to walk was a great deal more pragmatic than simply carrying him.

_ I'll have to remember this trick for later..._

The crowd that gathered at the town's gates was nothing he hadn't seen before: curious, backwater yokels who apparently have seen pictures of demons and heard stories about them but equally as obviously have never actually seen one up close. Looking over the townsfolk he noticed a lot more fear than bravado. A whole lot of parents silencing their far-too-curious-for-their-own-good children, forcibly pulling them behind, as if that were enough to shield them from his infernal ~wrath.

I can see the headlines now: "infernal demon held prisoner in podunk hole in the ground." The others would have a field day if they heard about this...

"We're here, demon."

The massive estate the mercenary-mages brought him was nothing like the squalid little hovels surrounding it. Behind the massive golden gates sat an impressive garden, hosting more variety and color than It was immediately apparent that whoever it was that lived within got off on being better off than everyone else. Why else would they have built such an auspicious mansion in the middle of nowhere, if not to rub their wealth in everybody else's faces? Not that he'd ever done that himself, mind you.

Gotta have it to flaunt it.

"So this is the demon I was warned about?"

"Yes sir. We thought that you might have some use for him."

From out of the gates marched what was obviously the manor's master. For sure, he held the most resplendent attire. It was inevitable that one would eventually notice how clean he was compared to the rest of the rabble. He was a bit more well-built than most; a hairy chain not at all like the other mortals. Of course, that only served to make the contrast between him and his subordinates even more obvious. His skin was flawless, while heavy callouses and scar tissue coursed up and down the arms of the burly bodyguards positioned on either side of him. The armor they wore was chipped and rusty. Their blades sported more than a few nicked edges. And the less said about their footwear, the better.

_ They must not get a lot of trouble around here._

"What possible use could I have for a demon?" He spoke to them with such familiarity that it was obvious that the man had either hired the mage company himself at some point in time or was otherwise involved heavily with them in some way.

The human called 'Jim' spoke up first. "It wasn't that sir. When we first got to him the demon was wearing some rather strange looking armor," he gestured to the rune-encrusted chest that the demon's armor was placed, "and thought that you might want it. We've heard that you're a collector of rare, one-of-a-kind items. And they don't get much rarer than demon-mail."

The man was obviously intrigued by the prospect of acquiring demon armor, though he schooled his expression well. "I shall be the judge of that," was his curtly reply. 'Jim' nodded and gestured to the men behind him, who brought the chest beside him and opened, revealing the magnificent contents lying within.

MY ARMOR!!!

"Magnificent..." Apparently the man didn't think that anyone could hear him. He stepped towards the chest, obviously entranced by the armor itself, only for the chest to close, snapping him out of his trance.

"One moment sir."

The merchant turned a dreadful towards the burly man, who flashed him with a vibrant smile as he stepped between him and the chest, his hand never leaving its place on the . "First, we do business," he said as he stared into the nobleman's eyes. "Then, and only if you agree to our terms, will we turn this over to you."

Hatred flashed within the man's eyes as he stared at the smirking expression of the mercenary mage, hatred that he'd allowed himself to be so easily seduced by something like that, and in front of his citizens no less, who'd already begun to talk about the strange hairy man who could so easily manipulate their lord.

_ Oohh I like him..._

The burly mercenary mage brought his free hand up to the merchant's face, further irritating him. "First," he emphasized with a flick of a finger, "we would require a steady supply of your special tonic."

The merchant's eyes started to narrow. "How much is a 'steady supply'?"

Another finger was flicked. "Enough for two months."

For some reason, the merchant seemed to find that funny, and immediately started to laugh his ass off. "Anything else," he asked between chuckles, his burning eyes never leaving the mage.

"We'd like you to hold onto this demon," the runes on the demon's boots and bracelets forced him to step forward, "until we're able to properly deal with him." The mercenary-mage paid no mind to the demon's winching.

_ Go ahead. I'm not hurt. No sir, I'm just fine..._

The merchant's eyes held the demon for a bit before flicking back to the mage's. "You want me," he let his voice stretch for a bit, "to hold onto a demon prisoner while you go off gallivanting elsewhere. A demon who, if I'm not mistaken, you yourselves were unable to conquer without my elixir"

"We'll give you the proper spells necessary to keep him under control. His gauntlets and boots have been ensorcelled, so he's won't be attacking you."

"And what if I say no?"

"Then we take this armor and demon and sell them elsewhere," said the man, as he waved his hands around in an 'doesn't really matter' kind of way.

The Merchant crossed his arms across his chest, a smug look crossing his handsome features as he stared down at the smaller man. "And just what makes you think that you'll be able to solicit your stolen armor elsewhere? Demon-mail or not, the fact remains that it doesn't belong to you."

_ Oh-ho, so that's how he wants to play it... _

"And as for the elixir; well, last time I checked I ," he put a special emphasis on that last 'I', "was the only one with the supply of elixir; the self-same elixir that you, undoubtedly, used to overpower this beast. A beast, which, I'm sure his Majesty would be most displeased to see you carry around."

The leader of the mercenary-mages' face showed no signs of desperation. "Is that how you want to play it, sir," he asked with a soft tone, his expression decidedly neutral.

"I reserve the right to refuse service to whomever I choose."

The burly mage gave the merchant a long look before standing upright. "Alright then," he cracked his knuckles in an impressive display of machismo, "First off, we know this armor to be of significant worth."

"And how did you come to that well thought out conclusion?"

"...By watching you, sir," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "it was your unsolicited surprise that gave us the information we needed about its worth." The merchant visibly balked upon hearing that. "Truth be told, we were a bit leery about the whole thing. Fighting the demon had taken a lot out of us, physically as well as financially. We didn't have any way of recouping our losses; aside from a few potions and some gold he didn't really have anything that we could sell. The only thing he had on him that was of any use was his armor, and there really isn't a market for demon-mail. We didn't know where we could get it appraised or even if someone would've been able to do it. But after watching you react to it like you did, I'd say that the armor can get us some coin."

The Merchant took a deep breath. "Continue."

"There's also the matter of the demon," the mage's face contorted into a rather smug-looking frown, "Do you really think that his Majesty would be happy to hear that you've allowed such a beast to run unchecked throughout his countryside? You, who it is well-known I might add, for having the best security that money can buy?"

The Merchant grit his teeth. "His Majesty," he hissed through his teeth, "would understand that I have more pressing matters to attend to than the consecration of some unruly beast-"

"Ah, but would he be so forgiving should said unruly beast go on an unholy rampage throughout his countryside, slaughtering innocent villagers and destroying their homes, all because you did not want to be bothered with using your resources keep this demon corralled?"

"I'll do it too. Just for the fun of it-"

A violent shock from his wristbands silenced the outspoken demon, who roared from the pain. After the shock the demon sank to his knees, his husky red body smoldering.

"Quiet you!!"

_ Bastard..._

He turned back to the Merchant, tilting his head in a manner that was obviously challenging. "Well, what say you, my good sir?"

The merchant took his merry time deciding on what to say. It was obvious that these people were going to release the demon as soon as they got far enough from them; which, by itself wouldn't have caused him any trouble. The real problem was that the mercenary mages were well known, not just for their skill and service but as regular customers of his. Were they to be captured by the king's troops and questioned they could point the finger at him. And, because the Merchant's sudden success was due in no small part to the magic-enhancing elixir the king undoubtedly knew he sold to them, they could make the arguably dubious claim that they were under the influence of said elixir when they captured him and was unable to stop him again, since the Merchant had decided against giving them any.

The Merchant closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay," he exhaled, "Very well." He motioned to a couple of his guards, who went off running into the manor. "I'll grant you a two month supply, and as a gesture of goodwill I'll grant you a few of my less esoteric products as well. They don't pack the punch of my elixir, mind you, but you should find them useful nevertheless."

"Much obliged," Jim nodded, waving at one of the mages standing behind him, who immediately went towards the chest, "And in addition to the armor we'll provide you with some extra gauntlets and manacles that will be keyed in to the demon's moods, just in case he should become a bit unruly. The enchantments inherent within his constraints are self-sustaining, so you don't have to worry about keeping them up."

"Thank you." The same man the Merchant had sent away had returned, carrying a large wooden crate. "In here is the equipment that you've requested. Now, if you don't mind, I'll take the armor..."

"And the demon?" The mercenary-mage leader would not be fooled.

The Merchant cocked an eyebrow, "But of course. A deal's a deal."

"Well I'm glad that we were able to come to an agreement."

"Indeed. Good day to you sir."

With a curt nod to each other the Merchant and mercenary-mage parted ways, each of them taking their side of the bargain: tonics and equipment for the mages, the demon and his armor for the Merchant. There wasn't a single person there who didn't think that the Merchant had gotten the short end of the deal; the merchant included.

_ Oh well, can't win them all._

His sour disposition made the trek through his estate much more arduous than its beauty would have otherwise made it. He didn't say anything, which made the walking all the more unpleasant. Even his men made sure to give him a wide girth.

_ He'd probably fit right in with all the others._

The Merchant lead the merry little entourage not to his front door but through a side door: a large wooden debacle which had obviously seen more than its fair share of action. The corridor that lay beyond it was much darker than any corridor had any business of being. Were it not for the foresight of the guards there'd be no light whatsoever.

_ And a lot of busted knees. _

As they traversed the corridor, however, it got progressively brighter. At the end of the corridor awaited, amidst many lanterns and lights, was a rather large dungeon; and in its center, chained to the wall in a corner of the dungeon's only cell, stood one supremely unusual orc.

"Hey El Macho, we've got a friend for ya..."

The orc, this El Macho, was rather unusual for an orc. For starters, his attire was completely out of place and, were one to be completely honest, decidedly skimpy. The mask was especially odd.

_ Why is he wearing a mask? Is his face that hideous or is he just an oddling?_

He wore a pair of odd-looking cloths whose design matched that of his mask. And even from a distance it was obvious just how tightly packed those red and yellow cloths were packed.

"...A demon?" The orc had a deliciously husky voice. "What's a demon doing here?"

"That's not your place to know, orc." The Merchant's tone was dripping with venom. It was rather obvious that he was still rather miffed about getting stiffed by those mercenaries. "All you need to understand is that he will be sharing your cell from now on."

"And you're positive that keeping a demon here is the right idea?"

_ You sure ask a lot of questions._

The Merchant cocked an eyebrow at El Macho. "Do my ears deceive me orc? Do you actually profess concern for your captor?"

"I'm worried about the citizens. If anything were to happen, they'll be the ones who'll really suffer."

The Merchant's men chuckled to themselves as made for his cell. "Oh really," asked the smiling Merchant, "Well I suppose that you would care about something like that."

"Them, you monster. I care about them."

Wow, he's really into that whole hero thing...

"Whatever." He then looked over his shoulder to where his men were, "Make sure that those restraints are in place. With any luck they'll hold until the king can send his royal mages to retrieve him."

"Do you really think that he's gonna break out Master," asked one of the men as he fastened the chains to the metal wristbands, "Da way dos wizzerd guys made it sound like e' wasn't goin' nowhar 'till dey got back."

"If a wizard's word was worth anything then we wouldn't have the orc now would we?"

The scruffy-looking man scratched his chin. "No, I suppose not."

"The demon's secured sir," said the other man.

"Good." The merchant turned his head towards the cell-door. "We'll be taking out leave of you," he said as he led the others out, "but don't worry. I'll be sure to make good use of your powers."

And with that the Merchant and his men left, with the last one sticking his fingers to his face in a mocking gesture to the demon before leaving. Neither prisoner said anything as the footsteps of the trio of humans made their back towards the light.

"Hey. El Macho right? So what you here for?"

El Macho turned his head aside in disgust. "Don't talk to me, monster."

"Ouch. Looks like somebody's woken up on the wrong side of the bed."

El Macho didn't even favor him with a response, opting to glower at the cold hard ground. Which was quite alright; it was obvious that he wasn't willing to waste words on someone he thought was beneath him. And truth be told, he wasn't easy on the eyes.

From outside the cell his form was difficult to make out, even more so with his position in the corner, but from inside his glorious figure, that sunset-red mat of fluff that covered his chest, legs and arms, all of it was laid bare from him to ogle and appreciate. His boots were nothing to write home about and he made sure to mention that to him but his speedo was another manner. Whatever deity the orcs worshiped must've been watching that day because this one was stacked. His trunks did a terrible job at keeping his pride and joy hidden.

_ Is that intentional? I hope it's intentional. Please say it's intentional._

"That's none of your concern, demon-filth."

"And what about those nipple-rings? Where'd you get those?"

The orc had the decency to look slightly abashed, while a slight blush accentuated the parts of his face that were visible. "N-nowhere..." The words came out as a half-whispered as he eyes flickered across the ground.

An eyebrow was cocked at his obvious, if pathetic, attempt to evade the question. "A gift from your master-"

The orc threw a glare at his cell-mate. "NO," he cut him off by saying, his glare fading into a look of weary-eyed shame before just as quickly turning back to the floor. "I got them from the last guy who captured me."

"Wait a minute. 'Last guy'?" His curiosity was officially piqued, "Just how many people have captured you? And why would he pierce your nips?"

"Just the one. He captured me just outside the evergreen forest. And as for why, well..." the orc's gaze fell to the ground. "That's personal."

"Personal."

A gentle nod was all the answer the orc gave him.

"Huh. Is your name really El Macho," the demon asked with a grin. "It's kind of an unusual name."

"Yes it is. Do you have a problem with that?"

The demon countered the orc's glare with the most impish of grins. "Why no, of course not. Next question, why's there a big wet spot on the front of your trunks? Does that man frighten you that much?"

And again with the downcast glance, only this time there was something else to it.

_ Is he smiling? _

"No," the orc stated in a muted whisper, though a smile was definitely present within his voice, "that's not what that's from."

The sound of the cell-door slamming into the bars put an end to the questioning, surprising the prisoners who didn't hear any footsteps. Outlined by the light of the lanterns was a large masked man. He wore a pair of shiny black trunks, with a large zipper covering his front, a pair of black fingerless gloves and a pair of large steel-toed boots.

_ Well hello there handsome. _

The masked man gazed across the cell, lingering on the demon for a bit before turning back to the orc. Reaching behind him he stepped into the cell, pulling a large wooden cart. The cart was laden with several large canisters, each of them topped off with a large gray top.

"That time of the day again," the orc's voice was surprisingly dispassionate, "Well be quick about it. But don't think that just because I'm giving you what you want that I'll be enjoying it."

_ Excuse me?_

Pulling the cart in front of El Macho the strange man reached down and pulled El Macho's trunks down to his knees, letting out the orc's massive endowment.

HELLO!!

Reaching behind him the masked man pulled out of the wooden cart a large glass tube. Attached to the canister was a long rubber hose, with one of the aforementioned canisters attached to the other end. Kneeling down the human took El Macho's greatness in his hand, ignoring the scattered moans of the chained hero. With slow, deliberate motions he stirred the great beast to life, the large monstrosity that was the orc cock a far cry from the firm but flaccid thing that flopped out of the orc's trunks.

_ This just gets better and better..._

The orc in front of him moaned out piteous words as the human attached the rubber hose to his cock. Pulling himself up the human looped a finger through one of the great orc's rings, enticing both a pained moan out of the emerald brute and a shot of jism out of cock. With a smirk he pressed a button on the machine, which noisily churned to life. There was a great sucking sound, accompanied by periodic moaning and loud splotching. All it took was one look at the orc squirming to know where all that noise was coming from.

_ Here we go..._

El Macho twisted and turned in his bonds as his jism was ruthlessly milked out of him, his anguished, desperate, _needy_moans accentuating his every orgasm. Eventually the machine came close to being filled. After turning the machine off the masked man reached down and pulled the hose off of the orc's cock. The chained green-skin barely had time to collect himself his cock was once again attacked by the strange masked man and his glass tube.

_ Oh how I love a show..._

The milking went on for hours. And every time it looked like the green-skin would collect himself and stem the flow of jism the masked man would loop a finger through one of his piercings and pull. That alone would bring a burst of jism so large that it dissected the rubber hose it went through. There were a couple of times it looked like it would have burst open.

Once the last canister was filled with the orc's jism the masked man pulled the tube off of the orc's cock and pushed the cart towards the door.

So many questions. Like, will this happen again? Or can I have a slice of that action? Or most importantly, did you enjoy that as much as I di- HELLO

Once again the masked man went to his knees, though this time he didn't go for the door. Kneeling down the masked man reached forward and grabbed hold of El Macho's leaking cock. He opened his mouth and in one fell swoop went all the way down on the base.

_ Guess who doesn't have a gag reflex!!!_

While the human suckled on the green-skin's massive meatlog his hands snaked up the orc's gorgeous legs, circled around his waist and grabbed a firm hold on both of his hairy ass-cheeks, which he used to hold the squirming orc in place while he went to town on his cock. He took a deep breath of the orc's heady musk, the deliberate nature with which he went back up his making it obvious that he was enjoying it. El Macho cried out as his hips took a mind of their own and glued itself to the human's face, whimpering as he felt the human suck the air around his sensitive cock. He could everything the human was doing to him with his mouth; every breath, every lick. The combination of the human's heated breath and his tongue running across his magnificent crotch drove El Macho insane with desire.

_ Guess someone's enjoying this just a bit more than they'd have liked to admit..._

It didn't take long before El Macho came again, bursting load after load of salty-sweet orcy goodness down the needy human's throat. El Macho muscle-bound body twirked and sagged as the human sucked his cock dry, his rounded hips sinking ever-so-slightly into the human's mouth. The weird human suckled loudly on the green-skin's cock, his diligence earning him another sticky payload. After a while the human stopped sucking, and pulled his head back off the green-skin's dick so that his lips hung on the tip. He took his hands back from around the orc's waist and started to work his massive sac, kneading the orc's pulsating man-pouch, his fingers grazing his veins.

_ Who's a hungry little slut? You are. You are._

With an anguished cry the orc's hips surged forth and thrust his massive cock all the way back inside the human's mouth, which was immediately followed by a shivering orgasm. The orc's cock continued to blow in that odd position, the orc's body giving small but persistent bucks as it hung in a curve, with the human meticulously kneading his heaving man-pouch, coaxing as much cum out of them as he possibly could. Though it wasn't clear if it was held there by the human's mouth or if the strength of his orgasm kept him there.

El Macho cried out as his body bucked forward, once, twice, before unleashing the last of his jizz down the human's throat, sinking backwards just as soon as it was done. The green-skin's sagged in his chains, defeated and depleted. His hefty cock sagged limp over his hefty package.

_ Well at least somebody had a good time._

The strange masked man pulled himself up, but not before pulling El Macho's trunks back up. He patted his pouch-clad pouch after doing so, drawing out both a whine and a shiver from the chained green-skin. He stood there for a moment, staring at the whimpering behemoth in front of him, before directing his attention towards his crimson-skinned cellmate.

_ And a fine howdy do to you good sir._

The masked man said nothing as he closed the gap between them, his eyes never leaving the other's face. His gaze wavered just long enough to glance appreciatively at the bulging package within his emerald trunks.

"Whoa," the demon cried, "Guess I was a bit more turned on than I thought."

The masked man brought himself closer to the crimson criminal, allowing the latter a clear view of the small bits of jism trailing out of the sides of his mouth.

The demon smirked at the sight in front of him. "Looks like somebody's been quite the busy little piglet- MMM-MMMM!!

A swift but through kiss saw an end to the snark before it got underway, silencing the other's protests in a way that few had dared. The masked man's kiss was through, working to cover every part of the other's mouth without giving him the opportunity to breath. It was then that he got a taste of something extraordinary.

_ What the?!?_

He didn't know if it was due to the cum or if it was some aspect of the human's saliva but he felt a huge surge of power. It was as though he were struck by lightning; every cell in his body exploded with power. The energy rush was fleeting; lasting only for a few moments, but the energy he felt during that time was unmistakable.

His entire body trembled as the human broke the kiss, his eyes closed in unadulterated bliss. He trembled, feeling something cold and wet around his mid-section. It wasn't until he opened his eyes and caught his captor staring down at him did he realize just what it was that he was feeling.

_ Whoops. Guess I got a little carried away._

The strange masked man whose kiss had excited him so had roused his prisoner's little beast, which was presently poking through the top of his emerald trunks. Staring into his face the human smirked, nodding at some invisible thought. Sinking down to his knees the masked man grabbed hold of the prisoner's big red demonhood, pulling it out of the trunks. With a glance to the demon's face the masked man proceeded to swallow the demon's crimson rod in the same manner that he did the orc's emerald bullet.

The demon's reaction was immediate, gasping for breath as his body lurched forward, the human's exploratory hands enticing tiny tremors as they roamed his body, caressing his perfect abs, grazing his sumptuous thighs, tugging ever-so-gently at his favorite emerald cloth. His hands soon found their way to the twin orbs that dangled beneath the demon's crimson shaft, cupping them whilst they were still within their emerald sheath.

The human's touch had an immediate effect on the pent-up demon, who roared as he unleashed his pent-up sperm deep into the human's gullet. The strange man drank heavily of the demon's seed, swallowing his earnings. The hands clinching at the demon's orbs never wavered, their soft but through ministrations churning out even greater produce, which the human happily subsumed.

The oral servicing went on for quite some time; both demon virility and human flexibility saw to that. The demon spared a glance at his orcish cell-mate, half-curious as to whether or not he'd been watching what was happening. He saw that the orc hadn't completely recovered from his own milkings, whimpering heavily as he hung from the chains; not that surprising, considering the sheer volume of jism those machines had drained out of him. To say nothing of the subsequent oral assault he'd gotten from his jailor afterward. The demon made a mental note to ask him about why they were doing that later. He'd some theories of his own, but the human's assault on his crotch robbed him of his higher thought processes.

The masked man squeezed his tender orbs, drawing out both a gasp of pleasure and another hot load. This kept up until it became obvious that the demon was running on empty; his heavy panting threatened to drown out El Macho's. Seeing an end to the fun the human sucked off his tender rod, ignoring the demon's heavy gasp as he watched it flop over his depleted orbs, granting his crimson staff an affectionate lick before tucking it back inside his cloth.

The demon moaned as the human picked himself up and pulled his face in for another kiss, moaning into the human's mouth. The kiss, though not nearly as exhilarating as the first one, still held a certain spark. The small, thinking part of his mind that the human hadn't sucked away wondered if it there was still some of the orc's cum inside of the human's mouth, a process made infinitely easier when the human pulled out of the kiss.

The human stared deeply into the demon's eyes, as if trying to convey some hidden meaning, before he turned around and went away. Weakened as he was, the demon was barely aware of the human's departure, watching on wearily as the human exited the cell with the orc's stolen seed. He heard the sounds of the cart being pushed further and further away. It took quite a bit of time for either of them to regain control of their senses.

"So... that was... something." A disgruntled groan was the reply he'd been given. "What? Got nothing to say? Can't say that I'm surprised. That human's got quite the mouth on him, let me tell you. *huff* WOO."

The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife. "So, um." The demon was having trouble finding the right words. He wasn't the only one. "that's what you were talking about earlier?" El Macho nodded a gentle affirmative. "Well that certainly explains a lot." The demon tilted his head to hide the small smile that graced his face, more so out of habit than out of concern for the orc's feelings.

Eventually his smile faded, as the many unquestionable thoughts and concerns running through his mind shifted his glee to worry.

There was no doubt that the orc was someone special; that much was certain. The Merchant seemed far too pragmatic a person to do something as drastic as keep a mere orc a prisoner without being able to gain _something_in return. The demon could attest to that himself; after all, it was the prospect of getting HIS armor that made the merchant keep him. The human might not have otherwise accepted, coercion be damned; that much was certain.

_ But what of the orc? What's his stake in all this?_

He recalled earlier when that strange human had sucked the orc off after his machines had milked him; remembering the spark he felt when the man kissed him. And the diminished spark he felt immediately after the human went to town on his own rod (he could still the human's lips on his shaft). Those couldn't have come from the human; he didn't seem all that magical. Despite the damper the bands the mercenary-mages had placed on his powers, his senses worked just fine. And at the moment, each and every one of them was telling him that it was the orc from whom the spark came and not the human.

That would explain a lot. Like why the human would even bother keeping an orc in the first place. Or for that matter why he'd even bother with a jailer. I mean it wasn't like it would have been too difficult to just keep the orc on the milker full-time. His body wouldn't have stood for it. It would also go quite a long way in explaining the strange fluctuations I felt in those mages. Their magic was obviously enhanced; they wouldn't have lasted two minutes in battle against me otherwise. That was probably what that one mage was talking about when he asked that one guy for a two months' supply in exchange for my armor and I.

"What are you thinking about demon?" Said demon looked up to see a slightly revitalized orc looking back at him, his eyes crossed in a furry. "What are you up to?"

_ I had better be delicate about this..._

"Why nothing at all my hirsute compatriot." Lying just seemed to be the natural thing to do. "I'm just a little winded, is all. Yeah that's it. It's not often that I'm satisfied in such a manner."

The orc let out a disgruntled snort. "Oh really? I'd have thought that you'd have all manner of human slaves at your disposal."

Somebody's cranky. "Well I don't," the demon said, "But my lord does. And he isn't really all that big on sharing. You know how it is."

The orc said nothing to this, eyeing the demon with obvious disgust before snorting and turning his head. It was fairly obvious that he wasn't going to be much of a conversationalist, a fact that didn't really bother his cell-mate all that much.

_ Which is fine with me. I've still got to figure a way out of here. To say nothing of getting my armor back. I can't exactly be allowing that blasted human keep it. I've had some of my best blood-baths in that thing. There's also the matter of what I'm going to do with the orc..._

He didn't get an answer out of the orc; at least, not an immediate one. The rest of that day went by without incident, if one can call being trapped by an insatiable human merchant and his equally strange retainer comfortable. For his part the orc pretty much treated him with the same distain, but as the days dragged on he was able to, little-by-little, worming his way into the orc's confidence, inveigling small but meaningful bits of information out of him; about his life, his habits, his home. Anything that might have been of use.

And throughout everything the orc gruff countenance never slipped, and he wasn't forthcoming about his being milked all the time. Which was just fine as far as the demon was concerned. He had his own theories and the orc, like many others, seemed to see him as nothing more than an oversexed piece of demon-filth (an image he might have consciously cultivated but whatevs). He'd already pieced together how it was the orc's jizz that the merchant was after. It wasn't hard to figure out, but it did present an interesting conundrum; the orc's jism was potent and he was reluctant to part with it, despite himself.

And it looked as though he refused to be part to anything even remotely related to the demon; the orc had a stubborn streak and, despite his best efforts, refused to fully trust him. Not that he blamed him, of course, but it did make his job a whole lot harder. Luckily for both of them, fate had its own ideas...

*******

"Where is that bastard?!?"

"I-I don't know sir. I-I-I-I-"

"Y-Y-Y-You WHAT?!?"

"I'm just a messenger!! I don't know where he is!!"

"Oh really?"

"Hey Jim. We've torn the place apart."

"Did you find him?"

"No sir. All we found was this big orc tied up in his room."

"Did the orc say anything?"

"N-No. We just thought that he might've known where the man had gone. Said that he didn't."

"What a surprise!!!"

"U-um Jim?"

"WHAT?!?!?"

"... n-nothing."

"*sigh* Did you at least find anything of value? Gems, money? Maybe some more of that tonic?"

"No. We've stripped the place bare. There's nothing left."

"Of course. Burn the house down."

"WHAT??"

"Did I stutter? Were you confused by the multitude of words coming from my mouth? Alright then, allow me to repeat myself: BURN... THE HOUSE... DOWN!!"

"B-b-but sir, what about the villagers? Won't their homes be caught in the fire?"

"I'm classifying that as 'not my problem'. And if you want to live to see another sunrise, I suggest you do the same."

*******

A rough hand shook the demon on his left side, rousing him from his slumber.

_ It is entirely too early for this..._

He could hear a very deep grunting noise from directly in front of him, followed by a pair of what felt like hands running over his chains. With the chains off he slumped forward, right into the hairy arms of his human jailor, only opening his eyes when an errant piece of ceiling fell atop his head and alerted him to his current predicament.

_ What's he doing here-_ "What are you doing here?"

The human said nothing as he set the demon back against the wall, and grunted as he loosened the shackles around his ankles, seemingly oblivious to the rumbling ceiling that was currently crumbling into pieces.

_ Setting me free obviously._

The strange little man took a few steps backwards, letting the demon regain his footing, bracing him against his own husky frame when the rumbling ground made him lose his footing and stumble.

"I'm fine thanks," he said while righting himself, mindful of the way the human's massive meat-hands slid down his back and grabbed a huge chunk out of his bubbly ass.

_ Nice to see you too. _

The demon took in the sight of the crumbling cell, his nostrils registering the plumb of smoke that covered the ceiling. The ground beneath them shook as another piece of ceiling, several times larger than the one that hit his head, landed a few feet away from him.

_ Looks like I missed quite the party..._

A snarling noise brought the demon's attention to his human rescuer, who tugged incessantly on his arm, gesturing for the door.

_ Yeah right. Like I'm really gonna stay here..._

"Lead the way," the demon bellowed, in as merry a tone as he could manage. The mismatched pair made a mad dash for the exit, narrowly avoiding falling debris. The whole time the human never let the demon go; a mild annoyance, considering how much faster he could have gone had his hand been free.

_ Really, were it not for the fact that he'd just released me I'd have killed him by now. _

They made it down the corridor, bursting out of the cellar doors just as the tunnel collapsed behind them. The demon spared a passing glance to the crumbling manor whose dungeon he'd just escaped from before running full-speed, across the manor's yard and through its crumbling gate. And that's when things really got interesting.

_ What the hell is this?_

Whatever it was that happened to the manor seemed be happening to village as well. The air was rich with screams and smoke; fires raged across roof-tops and consumed the ramshackle hovels the townsfolk called home. The self-same villagers weren't doing any better; running all over the place, screaming their little-peasant heads off. Bodies were indiscriminately sewn amongst the debris, man, woman, and child each alike in their inability to escape their fates.

"FIRE!!"

It was then that he heard it: the voice of the mercenary-mage who'd captured him and deprived him of his freedom. Turning to the sound of his voice he saw balls of eldritch energy rise to the skies, bend at an arch and pepper the landscape around him, exploding on impact. The balls of light left sizable craters in whatever they hit, pelting the earth with such force that it shook the ground itself. Nothing was safe; it was obvious that the mercenary-mages cared nothing for the villagers, whose bodies burst upon contact with the bright round balls.

_ Beautiful..._

An errant ball burst upon the ground mere inches from the demon, who wasted no time in erecting a barrier to protect himself from harm. On a whim he extended the barrier to protect his human savior, who'd taken to huddling against him, whimpering like a child. The demon noted the blasts as they hit his bubble, noticing through the diminished effect they had on his barrier how much the power discrepancy was between the mighty battle that took place when he'd first arrived and the piddling cantrips that the mercenary mages were now using. Even with his own energies diminished by both the weeks of captivity he'd been forced to endure and the eldritch bonds that did said enforcing he was still able to deflect the mages' sorcery without any real effort.

_ Huh. So that proves that then. The mercenary-mages WERE drinking the orc's seed. But why are they attacking this place after having gotten so much of it? Does the seed not hold a charge that long? Is that why they're attacking?_

The bombardment continued on for quite some time, though it soon became fairly obvious that the mages were winding down: the giant balls of light had begun to shrink, not just in size but in strength and power as well. They didn't have the same punch as the first ones did; and that was just the ones that managed to actually connect with anything at all; the spell's potency had diminished as well, not even half of the balls managed to connect with anything before fizzling out mid-air. But it was only when he could no longer hear come or see them fall did the demon lower his barrier.

_ Guess that's all that they had left._

The silence was the first thing he noticed when the shield went down. Ambivalent. Disconcertion. Hesitance with a touch of a cynical glee. All these he felt as the silence wash over him.

*Sniff* "Ah..." _Yeah. There's nothing like a good fire-roast to make a man proud. _

As he was drinking in the atmosphere he tilted his head towards the ruined town, laying a lazy gaze over ruined landscape. A small grin christened his face as he watched the remains of a ruined home, the only one with two stories, collapse in itself, its' tin-roof sliding off and crashing into the other buildings on the other side of the street just as the rest of it came crumbling down.

_ There's no place like home._

A patch of rubble shifted, beyond the edge of the ruined gate, just out of the corner of his eye.

_ Oh a survivor? Those are always fun._

With a smirk the demon made his way towards the ruined hovel, stepping through the gaping hold a blast had made in the gate, his eyes never leaving the wreckage, which continued to shift. Just as he was outside the gate the wreckage start to rise; slowly at first, with bits and pieces sliding off the sides as it was elevated, before it was sent flying over the street. The sight that greeted him inside the crater that once housed that rubble made the demon smile so fiercely that it threatened to split his face wide open.

"Ahh. So you did survive. I'm glad."

His former cell-mate favored him with a sideways-glance as he dusted himself off, his gaze dripping with distain. He didn't look the worse for wear; a few cuts here. Some bruises. Nothing that wouldn't take too much to heal.

"Curious; how did you manage to escape?" when the orc didn't immediately answer he continued, "You were gone when I came to. And the wall you were on had already crumbled to dust."

The orc favored him with a long glance, more a glare really, before turning his head. "I was awakened just as the mansion was being attacked," he said with a sigh, "I didn't know what was happening."

"Mm-hmm, yes- How did you manage to escape?" That was what the demon really wanted to know.

The orc turned his head back and scratched the back of it, obviously embarrassed. "I wasn't able to on my own," he admitted. "I had some help."

_ Well apparently..._"Well, who was it," asked the demon, "Was it...?" He tilted his head toward the human who clung to him, cocking an eyebrow as the strange little man stared back at him and vigorously shook his head.

"No, it wasn't him..." And the orc let his words trail off.

"Then what happened -"

" I happened."

The unfamiliar (and more importantly, unexpected) voice made the demon pause. Turning his head towards the source he saw standing behind his former cell-mate another orc.

_ How did I not notice him before?!?_

One of the first things the demon noticed was how much bigger this orc was; Which was quite an accomplishment, considering how large his former cell-mate was. This orc had muscles that put his to shame; he was even bigger than the demon! He was easily the largest orc he'd ever laid eyes on.

And, were he to be completely honest, the hairiest; every part of his body from his neck down was covered in a thick mat of black hair. Even his knuckles were hairy. Only the top of his head was bereft of any hair; the beard he sported seemed to cover the entire lower-half of his face.

The demon noticed as the orc grinned at him how white his teeth and tusks were. And how much more jagged the latter were than that of his former cell-mate's.

_ An orc of the hills... Interesting._

The sounds of heavy footsteps brought the demon's gaze downward, where he noticed the large brown boots the orc was wearing. The quality of the boots was quite high, and the fur that lined to boots looked to his eye, rather rare and valuable; it was incredibly obvious to him that the orc had pinched the boots from somewhere; maybe the merchant.

_ He did have an eye for quality..._

Allowing his gaze to rise the demon noticed the studded belt the orc was wearing, and the many brown leather pouches that adorned said belt. Briefly he wondered what was inside of all those pouches.

_ Probably better that I not know..._

Shaking his head the demon dropped his gaze downwards, only to drop his mouth open at what awaited him.

_ WHOA!!_

Nestled within a pair of shiny, slightly skimpy black trunks were the biggest bulge the demon had ever seen; the shape and size of which made the orc's prodigious endowments, much larger than that of himself or his former cell-mate, obvious for all to see. Everything, from the perfect curvature of his emasculating cock to the delectable orange-sized orb were made plain by the sheer tightness of his pertness of his skimpy trunks.

_ Now I gotta have me some of that._

The demon didn't have to turn around to know that the human had taken a shine to the newcomer; the lust coming off of him was so fierce that it was almost palatable.

_ Can't exactly say that I blame him. Guess he's got an eye for quality too. _

"It was I who freed El Macho from his imprisonment," said the husky orc as stepped around his smaller compatriot, his tone rank with belligerence, "It was I who saved him from that... that... that DAMNED HUMAN!!" He stopped for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a few deep, cleansing breaths, his spectacularly hairy chest rising and falling with each captured breath.

"Whoa there, big guy." Looks like someone woke up on the wrong end of the bed. I wonder what that merchant did to him."Easy-"

"Do not talk to me as though we are friends demon," the orc cut him off by saying, "I intentionally left you to die." He continued to make strides towards the red-skinned knight, "And were it up to me," he finished quietly, "I'd end your life, right here, right now."

_ I'd like to see you tr - wait._ "What?"

The demon's gaze fell upon the flame-masked green-skin, who was currently taking steps towards them.

_ This ought to be interesting..._

"I've given it some thought," he started, "about what I'd do with you should you free yourself." He gave the demon a rather leery glance. "I didn't believe for a minute that you'd perish from having a building collapse on you."

The demon granted him a proud smirk. "Too true," he chuckled, "I've had worse done to me before."

"I'll bet." El Macho narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Why don't I just get to the point? What I'm trying to say is that I want you to travel with me."

An eyebrow was cocked in the orc's direction. "Join you?"

"You don't seem like you're all that bad," he explained, "for a demon anyway. And while I don't exactly trust you, I don't believe that you're half as dangerous as the others are."

_ He wants to keep an eye on me._

"Really?" the demon teased, "is that all? I was sure that you saw how easily I shielded both myself and our mutual friend here," and the demon pulled the hairy little human out from behind him, "from the mage's attacks and wanted a piece of that action for yourself."

The orc tilted his head in the direction of the human in question, only to snap his head back to the demon, sporting a furious blush. "The prospect of having some additional muscle has been discussed, yes." The autocratic tone he took spoke loads for the discomfort he obviously felt from being around the human.

_ Jackpot..._

"Ooohhh a journey." The obviously flustered orc was far too easy to tease. "Where are we going?"

"N-No. We're-" was as far as he got before the other orc, already fed up with the situation, stepped around him thrust himself in the demon's personal space, giving him a heady helping of the orc's incredible musk.

_ Manly..._

"Do not concern yourself with our destination demon," the orc growled, "it is enough to suffer your presence; we will not stand idly by and suffer your mouth as well."

_ Oh you're gonna be fun to play with..._

"So what do you say? You willing to come with us?"

For a moment the demon stood, weighing his options as he stood there transfixed on the orc in front of him. On one hand he needed to get his armor back. That human merchant was long gone; probably before the attack had even begun. It would be suicide to attempt to go after him alone; the merchant had probably made copies of that blasted enchantment made. And journeying with a (n admittedly unusual and certainly unsightly) crew would be the safer thing to do. But on the other hand...

_ There is no other hand. _

"Sure. Count me in."

The human beside him made a small sound, like a cross between a crying cat and a mewing dog. "Sorry. Count us in."

The orc nodded his head at that. "Sure whatever." The intensity of the glare he was giving spoke more of shame did it did anything else. "But before we leave there's just one thing that I've got to know."

"Hmmmm? And what might that be?"

"Your name," the orc answered, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, "I never caught your name. And if we're going to be traveling together I have to have a name to go with your face?"

The demon grinned. "I never did tell you my name now, did I? It's Surgin."