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"It's a fine enough forge, I suppose."

Von had to consciously keep his face straight and disinterested as he said it. The smithy was one of the best-equipped shops he'd ever been in. The vices turned smoothly, and their teeth were sharp. The anvil was unblemished, and though the edges were a tad sharper than he preferred, he knew that they would wear down with time. He'd given the great double-chamber bellows an experimental crank, and they'd blown for long seconds after he finished the filling them. Hell, it looked like they'd even managed to hook up a crane to help with handling larger, heavier pieces.

"It all meets with your approval, then?" The deep, rumbling voice of his host sounded from behind him. Von didn't turn to face him; that voice was more than enough to make him feel at a disadvantage in every exchange. The dwarf didn't need the added reminder that the orc behind him had a good two feet on him.

"I'm not sure." Von strode around the smithy, letting his calloused fingers run along surfaces as he tried to find a flaw. Hell, the orc had even outfitted the shop with the ferrier style hammer that he preferred. At last, in desperation, he shrugged and nodded to the tongs on the wall. "I would have to make a few sets of my own tongs. Those ones look a bit unwieldy."

"I'm sure it's nothing that a blacksmith with the legendary skills of Vonnak Ironspike couldn't handle."

"I suppose." At last, Von turned to face his host, Orobas Rex; high king of the orcs. Von had heard stories about him long before he'd reached the orcs' new intended seat of power, but none of them had prepared him for the reality. The orc that stood before him was tall even by orcish standards, and his body was all bulky, well-earned muscle.

That muscular body wasn't the thing to truly fear about the orc, though. No, Orobas was known just as well, if not more, for his magical abilities. His skills were considered impressive even by non-orcish standards, and there were rumours that his odd, violet-coloured eyes would glow in the heat of battle whenever he cast.

Now the mage king of the orcs stood before Von, in one of the nicest forges the smith had ever seen, asking him to serve as royal smith.

Von reached up to scratch at his clean-shaven chin, still trying to stall for time. At length, though, the silence stretched on into uncomfortable territory. With the towering orc looking down at him, Von felt himself forced to speak.

"I don't think I can accept your offer, your highness."

If Orobas was surprised, he didn't show it. He was quiet, but his face betrayed nothing. Just when Von thought he would have to break the silence again, the king spoke.

"That is disappointing. Any particular reason?"

"I just don't think that this will work out, sir."

"I see." Von was tense, waiting for the king to grow angry. The dwarf didn't know what he would do if that actually happened, but he was still on edge. When the king continued, though, his voice was casual. "Can I at least convince you to stay for dinner?" He gestured for Von to follow him out the door and into the castle's grounds.

Von hesitated, unsure. At length, though, he wondered what it could hurt. Besides, he'd managed to avoid offending the king thus far. He didn't want to push his luck. "Alright, your highness. Why not?"

"I mean, it all starts nice enough. But eventually, everybody ends up coming to you asking you to make them a great sword of legend or axe of terror to smite their enemies and bring honour to their lineage! You know?" Okay. Von knew he was getting carried away as he gestured wildly with a piece of bread. The burn of wine in his veins was making his mouth a bit looser than usual. The meal had been delicious; surprisingly so. Orobas's 'castle', so to speak, was still very much under construction. Von had been less than confident in the kitchen's ability to produce a good meal in such conditions. As it was, though, they'd managed to serve one of the best meals he'd had in months. Throughout it all, the mage king had managed to keep him talking, always looking him over carefully with those violet eyes.

"Of course." Orobas was trying to conceal a chuckle as he answered the animated dwarf. Von didn't care. He'd gotten himself started, now.

"And I mean, in the end... sure, I could make another lump of steel. Fold it over a few dozen times, spend a few days solid sharpening it. Then you know what would happen?"

"Do tell."

"They'd bring it into battle the first time, and put an enormous dent in it. Then they'll come back to me like a child with a broken toy, looking for me to fix it!"

"How dreadful."

"Right? Meanwhile, I could be doing... well, anything else! Making hinges that can support a grand ten-by-four hardwood door, but that still turn smooth for months on end without any grease or maintenance! Or a chandelier that catches the wax from lit candles, hides it from view, and is still_easy to clean! Hell, I could make it all look _good, too!"

"I'm certain you could."

"I mean, even spending my time making tools for carpenters, or farmers. At least they know how to use and maintain their tools, and they'll get plenty of use."

"But you see, this is the very reason I invited you here." Orobas made a small gesture, and the few servants that had brought them their food came and cleared away the table. Von and Orobas were seated in the antechamber of the king's personal quarters. They were sparse, much like most of the castle currently was. It had that same feeling of still being under construction, despite the few fine furnishings adorning it. As the servants continued clearing the table, Orobas went on. "My people have plenty of weaponsmiths. True, I'm sure they could learn a thing or two from a journeyman dwarven smith like yourself. I don't need more heirloom weapons, though.

"What I need is a smith with vision." The king rose to his feet. After a moment, Von staggered up to a standing position, too. The king gestured towards the doors to his main quarters, and Von followed him towards them. The king continued speaking. "I need a blacksmith who can help me build my capital. This is to be the seat of my power; I want those who visit it to see it as worthy of such a title."

Orobas closed the doors behind them as they entered his chambers. These, too, were quite sparse. There was a large bed, a finely crafted armoire, a full-length mirror, and a writing desk. These few furnishings did little to fill the large space.

Von had his hands shoved firmly into his pockets as he turned to face the king again. "I suppose you have a particular vision, then?"

"I have my ideas. What I need are craftsmen who can help me realize them. So again, I have to ask: will you reconsider?"

Von groaned openly, and reached up to rub at his forehead. He should have just left. The dwarf did _not_want to have to explain this to the king while he was a bit tipsy.

"I'm sorry, your highness, but the answer is no."

"I must admit that I'm confused. The forge is perfect, no?"

"Yes, it is..."

"And it is the exact type of work you prefer to do?"

"That is true, your highness..."

"And I think that the compensation I'm offering is more than reasonable."

"Well yes..."

"In that case, I think it's safe to say that I've met all of your desires?"

Von rubbed harder at the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut. The dwarf hesitated before responding. "Well... I mean, it's not that you're not, but..."

Von stopped speaking as he heard Orobas snap his fingers. "Ah, wait, that's right."

That voice was much closer than Von thought it should be. He opened his eyes and looked up... and then up even further.

Orobas, mage king of the orcs, was standing right in front of him. There was not an inch of space between them. Somehow, the orc had managed to tug off his shirt without Von noticing. The orc tossed his balled up shirt to the side, and stood gazing down at Von.

Von met those violet eyes, and he suddenly felt very, _very_sober.

"Your- your highness?"

"Now do be careful, Vonnak Ironspike." The king took a step forward, and Von fell back a step, trying to keep some distance between himself and the powerful orc. "I tolerated you pretending that my forge didn't meet with your approval. I might not be so forgiving this time around."

"But your highness..." Von took another step back, stammering out his words. "I don't... I mean, I appreciate the view. Believe me, I _do_tolerate the view. But I... I mean how..."

"Oh yes, Vonnak. You think it was just your smithing habits I investigated while preparing my offer?" Orobas took another step forward, pressing the dwarf back another step. Von's legs pressed against the bed, and the dwarf forced himself to swallow and hold his position as the orc pressed against him. Von's eyes only came up to the king's chest. The dwarf was suddenly keenly aware of just how broad and powerful that chest was.

Von's gaze was drawn away from the king's pectoral muscles as the orc's hand came forward. The thick fingers moved down, and plucked open the top button of Von's vest with surprising ease. Orobas spoke again, and from this close Von could feel the powerful rumbling coming from the orc's chest.

"Vonnak Ironspike. Renowned journeyman blacksmith, but he has a tendency to stick to areas where he can find an ample supply of men. It doesn't take much digging to uncover the long list of your conquests."

The orc finished unbuttoning the dwarf's vest. Von was frozen in place, and did nothing to resist as those thick green fingers pushed the thin leather back and off his shoulders. The vest slipped off of him, leaving his own torso bared now. He was softer than the orc, but it wasn't hard to see the impressive muscle lurking just below the surface across his build.

"I have quite the list of conquests myself. I can't say I've ever had the pleasure of bedding a blacksmith, though. I wonder if you've had the opportunity to lie beneath a king?"

The orc's hands came back up, and he rested one on the dwarf's heavily muscled shoulder. The other hand cupped under the dwarf's chin, and tilted his gaze upward. Von's chest was heaving, his eyes wide as he tried to keep up with everything that was happening. He still wasn't sure about all this. It felt so sudden, and part of his mind was telling him that this reeked of something just being... wrong.

He met the orc's eyes, and his jaw would have dropped if the king hadn't been holding it. Those deep, violet eyes were glowing. He was sure of it. Or at least... well, he thought they were. It was hard to focus on anything other than those two orbs, so he couldn't really compare with anything. They held his gaze as he felt his body going slack. When the orc spoke, Von felt it rumble through his body, to his very core.

"Remove your clothing, smith, and get on the bed."

The orcish king stepped away from him. If Von had been in control of his own actions at that point, he probably would have taken the opportunity to catch his breath. He wasn't in control of his actions, though. Instead, his fingers went down to his pants. A moment later, they joined his vest on the ground, and he was naked in front of a king of orcs.

He knew that he should have felt exposed, particularly in front of such a perfect body like Orobas. His chest and legs were as clean shaven as his arms and face, which only made the slight pudge covering his musculature more apparent. He didn't feel exposed, though. He was following his order.

He turned, and got up onto the king's lavish bed on his knees. At last, he turned back around to face the king.

His eyes fell across Orobas... or perhaps not. The being standing before him had that full musculature, the deep green skin, and those same violet eyes. That said, this being was positively dripping with purple light. It pooled around him as he moved, before disappearing in wisps of pale smoke. The odd billowing light immediately drew his attention, so it took Von a few moments to notice the growths protruding from the orc's head. A pair of thick, softly curving ram horns adorned his forehead, as regal as any golden crown.

This, of course, distracted him from another obvious fact for a few moments. Eventually, though, Von's eyes wandered down, and as he stared at the thick, erect shaft pointing at him, he realized that the orc was nude and very aroused.

The two just held their positions for a few long moments, the dwarf staring and the demonic orc grinning. Von managed to swallow, then gasped out, "You're demon-touched!?"

"I told you my list of conquests was impressive." That voice was even deeper. Von shivered as its deep timbre rumbled through him. "Lie back, smith. Spread your legs."

Von didn't know if it was Orobas's demonic power that made him want to obey, or his own desires. All that the dwarf knew was that he was leaning back. His shoulder blades pressed into the bed, and then he raised his legs. He grabbed them to hold them aloft, and then he looked down between his legs, past his own firm erection. He stared as the green mountain approached him, still dripping with corrupt, purple energy. Von's chest was heaving by the time the orc reached the bed, and he was breaking out into a sweat from just the anticipation. He wanted this. By all the fires in hell, he wanted this.

The orc leaned forward over him, and placed his hands on Von's shoulders. His abdominal muscles brushed against Von's spread thighs. Everywhere his skin touched against Von made the dwarf burn with sensation.

The orc king's erect cock wasn't even touching him yet, but he could feel its heat radiating against his spread, exposed ass.

The dwarf didn't look down at it, though. His eyes were locked on those violet orbs again. He couldn't look away, even as a grin flashed across Orobas' face. A low, rumbling growl sounded from the demonic orc, and then Von watched as every muscle in the king's body flexed. Fingers tightened against Von's shoulders, those abs slid forward along his thighs, and then Von threw his head back and cried out as burning heat pressed against, then through, then past his entrance.

It was a smooth, easy entrance. Some part of Von's mind assumed it had to do with the orc king's magic. That bit of his mind was almost inaudible against the overstimulation flooding the dwarf. He was roaring, his body clenching as the heat slid deeper and deeper in past his ring.

It should have hurt. It should have been agonizing to take that much dick all at once. It wasn't, though. It wasn't quite pleasurable, either. Instead, it was just a mass of sudden, overly intense sensation that overpowered every other part of him. His body writhed, its powerful muscles all flexing against the green body holding him down. He was pinned in place, forced to just hold his position.

Orobas' hips slapped against Von's asscheeks. The orc didn't pause. He immediately began pulling out, and then shoving back forward. There was no such thing as gradually building up or giving Von time to adapt. No, this was hard, fast fucking, right from the start. Von was already slick with sweat as his body pressed against Orobas. The purple light flowing out of Orobas reflected against Von's sweat, painting his skin in glowing droplets of purple. His voice was soon raw from yelling, but it was never from pain.

Soon enough, his mind managed to catch up enough to not be overwhelmed. Only then did he come to recognize the hard, brutal jolts of pleasure being shot through his system with each thrust into him.

It wasn't enough to make him relax. No, Von didn't think it was possible to relax with a mighty, horned orc rutting him. It did quiet some of the dwarf's resistance, though. Instead of writing from overstimulation, he found himself gasping with pleasure. He began clenching down on that shaft, and even rocking back against it.

His own cock had never ceased in its throbbing arousal. Now it twitched with each of the demonic orc's thrusts into his depths. It was probably the lack of pain, but it was easily the most aroused he'd ever felt while being fucked.

Von was soon letting his head tilt back, moaning like he used to when he'd been inexperienced, and just learning the pleasures of male flesh. He'd never been fucked like this. The brutality, and the feeling of those powerful muscles sliding against his sweat-slick skin. Whenever he opened his eyes to look up, he always found himself staring into the orc's glowing violet eyes again.

At first it was unnerving, but as things went on, he found himself growing more and more accustomed to the orc's demonic features. At one point, he even found himself fantasizing about reaching up to grab onto those horns to help him ride the orc's dick all the better. With Orobas' hands pinning his shoulders down, though, he knew he wouldn't be able to reach.

So instead he just lay back and let the orcish king fuck him. He was gasping and moaning openly, not trying to hold anything back as that cock slid into him again and again. He could feel his pleasure mounting, and he knew that he was already approaching his peak.

Then, all at once, it stopped. On one particularly powerful thrust in, the orc stopped with his cock just shy of being fully sheathed within the dwarf. Von was so lost in the sensation that he kept trying to buck for a few moments. His head was tilted back, his eyes clenched shut as he let out frustrated grunts. He could feel his own shaft throbbing on the edge of orgasm, and he wanted, _needed_that spire of heat to keep assaulting and pushing him. The orc's hands on his shoulders held him fast, though.

At length, he opened his eyes and looked up at Orobas. The orc was leaning forward, leaving his face a few bare inches from Von's.

"You know, I could do this to you all the time."

"What?"

"Any time I felt like it, I could bend you over and fuck you." Von felt Orobas flex his dick, and it twitched within him. The dwarf couldn't bite back a moan. "They might not be quite as skilled as me, but there are plenty of other orcs in my castle that could use occasional relief, too."

Von tried to keep his voice level as he replied. "A... I thought you wanted a blacksmith. Now you're asking me to be your court's concubine!?"

"I'm offering you exactly what you desire." The demonic orc leaned in even closer, until those enormous horns were almost bumping against Von's forehead. "You have two options. You can either accept my offer, swear your fealty to me, and become my blacksmith and personal shared concubine. Or, you can refuse. We will stop, and I will erase any of this from your memory." Those violet eyes pulsed. "Choose."

Von couldn't look away from those eyes. The dwarf licked dry lips, and then stammered out, "We can't just finish?"

"Choose."

Von whimpered. He tried to squirm down onto that dick again, but he couldn't budge. He needed to cum. He needed it. He needed the orc's dick more than anything in the world at that point... and as he thought about it, he knew that he couldn't live without it now that he'd felt it. After that intensity, nothing would ever measure up.

His voice sounded thin in his own ears. "I accept."

A grin crossed the orc's face, but those eyes remained stony. "Louder."

"Oh just fu..." The dwarf's voice trailed off as he kept staring into those eyes. He cleared his throat, then spoke. "I accept."

"What do you accept?"

"I accept your offer."

"And?"

"And..." He needed that dick, he needed that dick, "I pledge my, uh..."

"Louder!" The demonic orc roared into his face. Those violet eyes burned. "With pride!"

Von yelled.

"I swear my fealty to Orobas Rex! I pledge my submission! I'm yours, your smith, your concubine, your subject, I... just please fuck me!"

All fell silent, but for Von's frantic breathing. Why wasn't Orobas fucking him? Why hadn't he continued? Oh for the love of...

"Well..." The orc's voice was a purr this time. "I accept your sworn oath of fealty, Vonnak Ironspike. That said, I _am_a king of orcs, so--"

The king - Von's king, now - pulled back, and then slammed in hard enough for Von's asscheeks to sting with the impact. Von didn't care. He threw his head back and screamed out his pleasure. As such, he missed the first rush of purple light that fell away from Orobas in that first thrust. As the orcish king slammed into him the second time, though, Von's torso rocked forward, and he opened his eyes.

He blinked as the wave of purple light washed over and into him. The distortion caused by the purple light made it difficult to see, but the skin around his groin and rump was discolouring. Orobas pulled back for his next thrust, taking the purple light with him. With the light further away, Von could clearly see the green tinge seeping into his skin. It had already creeped down to the tops of his thighs, and up to the base of his belly. His entire rigid, twitching shaft was the green shade.

For that instant, the rational bit of Von's brain went mad, trying to process what he was seeing. Green skin. Dwarves didn't have green skin. Von _certainly_didn't have green skin. Why did he have green skin?

Orobas had told him that he was a king of orcs. Von had just sworn his fealty to Orobas. Orobas was Von's king.

Orobas was literally dripping with demonic magic.

The dwarf's mind tried to scream at him to pull away, to slip away before this demon could go any further. Then that cock plunged into him again. Von threw his head back, he cried out, and the green flesh crept higher and lower. Orobas pulled back, and Von managed to start pulling his hands away, thinking to grab onto the sheets to try and push himself away. Before he could, that cock slammed home, driving pleasure deep into Von's guts. As the orc pulled back again, Von's hands twitched back to holding his legs. The orc lunged forward, and Von spread his legs wider.

Orobas kept fucking him, sending wave after wave of corrupting purple energy flowing through the dwarf's body. Each time, that green flesh crept further up over his stomach and down his thighs. The changes did little to his build as it went; he kept his portly, muscular build as the corruption spread past his chest and knees. The dwarf's back was arched the whole time, and his body was aching with exertion as he clenched and rocked back against the thrusts. His cock was almost painfully hard. With each throb, he felt sure he should be climaxing.

Then, on one particularly hard thrust, that purple smoke rushed up past his Adam's apple, bringing the green skin along with it. It was also accompanied by an odd tightness in his jaw; almost like a cramp. It was uncomfortable for the short bit of time between that thrust and the next.

Smack!

Orobas' cock slammed home into him, purple smoke rushed, and there was an odd, crunching sense of release across the dwarf's jaw. Von's chest heaved, sucking air in through a mouth that didn't feel quite right.

Smack!

Von cried out, and as he closed his mouth, something got in the way of his lips. Whatever were in the way, they were warm, hard, and jutting up over the corners of his top lip.

Smack!

Smoke rushed over him, pleasure rushed through him, and there was a soft tugging feeling along the top of his nose. For a moment his sinuses were uncomfortably tight, and he had an instant of panic during which he wasn't getting enough air. Then...

Smack!

He breathed in hard, his breath raspy. His nose still felt odd, but he could breathe. Damn could he breathe. Von's mouth hung open, his mind dazed by both the pleasure and the odd sensations.

Smack!

Von could only stare up into Orobas' glowing violet eyes as the purple smoke billowed around him. The king leaned forward with this thrust, until his face was just shy of Von. "Now. Now you look like one of my subjects."

The king pulled his hips back. Both of their green bodies were slick with sweat, glinting with reflected violet light. Von could see only Orobas's eyes; they consumed everything, filling his vision. That voice growled.

"You may cum."

The king slammed his cock forward into his new subject. Air built up in Von's throat, and as his king climaxed deep within him, the orc squealed and came.

It was a hard and brutal orgasm that sent stars across Von's vision and left him dazed. He lost focus of everything except for the twin feelings of the cock spurting into his depths, and his own member spurting out short, sharp jets of cum. His chest heaved as he let out his last, tiny spurt, and he flopped back, spent.

It was only as he lay there that the rest of the world started coming back into focus. He looked up into Orobas' face. He could still feel the orc climaxing deep within him, and there was a wild look of unbridled passion in those glowing, demonic eyes.

Gradually the king's climax petered out. Almost in time with the lessening intensity of the spurts of cum shooting into Von, the glow of the king's eyes dimmed, and those curving horns began visibly shrinking back. Orobas took a few more deep breaths, steadying himself as the horns receded fully into his forehead. At last, the orcish king let himself down, his cock still buried in Von's ass. He let his weight rest on the smaller orc, green skin on green skin.

The two lay there like that for some time while both regained their breath. Von's body was aching, and he could feel exhaustion settling on him, but his mind was on fire. His muscles kept clenching as he tried to go over everything that had just happened. Had that been real? It couldn't be. The king of the orcs couldn't be demon-touched, the two of them couldn't have just fucked, and Von himself couldn't be--

Orobas shifted, and finally lifted himself up a bit. He looked down into Von's confused face... and chuckled.

Von blinked, and then snapped out, "What?" It came out a bit awkward around the growths pressing past his upper lip.

"Looks like you took after some of the more easterly orcs. You have an adorable snout." Von just stared, so Orobas grinned, and rolled off of him. The king gestured over to the full length mirror on the wall. "See for yourself."

Von hesitated for a long time before getting up. When he did, his entire body ached from the hard rutting. He couldn't avoid looking down at himself, and the green skin that beamed up at him. At first glance, he was still just as closely shaven as before. Here and there, there were flecks of lighter green that he recognized as his old burn scars.

At last he managed to limp over to the mirror, and he stared into it. An exhausted, nude orc, his crotch and chest splattered with cum, stared back at him. He must have grown a bit taller during his change, but he was still well below average height for an orc. His face... It was disorienting. His jaw had pushed forward a bit, and he had a pair of short, pearly white tusks sticking out above his top lip. His nose had turned up and stuck out a bit, and the bridge was ever so slightly creased. Despite the differences, though, he could recognize himself in that face. His hair had gotten a bit darker, but it was still recognizable as brown, even if the braid was a bit loose after the rough fucking.

He didn't hear Orobas moving until the orc stepped up behind him and into view of the mirror, still fully nude. The king was a good head and a half taller than him, and his muscular build made the stout Von feel even smaller. The king's powerful arms reached around Von from behind. One hand reached down to cup Von's stomach, and the other slid under his broader jaw.

"That squeal you made at the end was something," the king rumbled, making Von shiver. "And with that snout... You know, Vonnak Ironspike is a fine enough name, but it doesn't quite fit for an orc who also serves as a concubine, don't you think?" Von shivered again, and Orobas' reflection smiled broadly. "Von Firepig. Personal smith and concubine to the king. How does that sound, my little pig?"

Von kept staring at his reflection, feeling unsteady on his legs. If it weren't for the king's hands on his body, he probably would have collapsed. At last, though, he swallowed, and he turned away from the reflection.

Von shrugged off Orobas' hands as he turned to face the king fully. The king gazed down at him, an eyebrow raised as Von met his gaze.

Then, ever so slowly, Von lowered his gaze. A moment later, the orc slid down to his knees. He didn't need to look up to know that the king was beaming down at him. Von clenched his jaw, feeling his tusks press into his lips, and then spoke. "It sounds good, my liege."

Von counted out his breaths, the few flames escaping from the bed of coals in his forge reflected in the dark goggles he wore. When he judged that enough time had passed, he pulled the rod he was working on from the fire, and then he was a flurry of movement. The orc moved with practiced ease, laying the glowing orange rod just over the horn of the anvil. He hammered just over the gap between the bar and the anvil, never too hard; it was almost gentle and rhythmic, as though he was lightly tapping the bar into the shape he wanted. It gradually took on a soft, smooth curve.

When the metal dulled down to an unworkable red glow, he finally leaned back from the work and laid down his hammer. He carefully brushed scale from the anvil's surface with his sleeve, and then laid the curved bar over a chalk outline he'd drawn onto the anvil. A grin cracked his face as it lined up perfectly.

"Is that for my new wine rack, Von?"

A shiver ran up the orc's spine; it was from anticipation, not surprise. He'd long since gotten used to Orobas' uncanny ability to sneak up on him. Von carefully placed the bar he'd been working on onto the edge of the forge, far away from the fire. He grabbed his coal rake, and began carefully pushing damp coal over the heat.

"It is, my liege. I should be on track to finish for next week."

"Excellent. Is that taking into account any potential interruptions?"

The king hadn't put any special emphasis on the word 'interruptions.' He didn't need to. Von finished finished banking his fire, and finally turned to face his king. Von's visible green skin was streaked with soot and scale, but the brownish blush was still visible on his face. "I think I should be able to make my deadline."

"Excellent." Just like that, Orobas reached down to his pants, and began unlacing them. "I had a meeting with a dwarven diplomat earlier. They're quite hard-headed, you know?" The king chuckled to himself, then nodded over to the heavy wooden workbench. "On the table, pig."

A full-body shudder ran through Von. He could already feel his shaft growing harder. He ducked his head, and began unbuttoning his leather vest. As he bared the clean green flesh beneath, he made his way over to the workbench. The other orcs had long since stopped asking about the occasional cries and squeals that came from the forge.

"I'm sure you'll work something out, sir. Besides, I have it on very good sources that you're particularly good at negotiating with dwarves."

A hand came down on his shoulder, and bent him forward roughly over the bench. His breath caught in his throat, and he felt the warm, muscled form of his king press against him from behind.

"Glad to hear it. Now squeal for me, pig."

Orobas roughly grabbed Von's pants and tugged them down in the back. Von had just enough time to yelp out, "Yes, my liege!" before his king ripped the first squeal from his throat.