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"Sir, the new shipment of captives has arrived. Your order arrived with them, just as you requested." Saluting, the young squire grabbed his knees, winded from his duties as a messenger. Without a doubt, he'd been run ragged over the past few weeks as the imperial capital received a steady stream of captive workers and exotic pets fresh from conquered territory. In particular, the jungles were fruitful ground, yielding everything from scaled men with faces like dragons to humanoid insects with erotic tendencies that would make a whore blush and clutch her breast.

"Excellent. I trust you've had it delivered to my chambers, along with the commissioned works from the mage's guild and an adequate spread of wine and cheese?" Edgar set aside his reading glasses and sighed, cracking his neck as he tried to stamp down the growing excitement in his fluttering stomach. There would be plenty of time to unleash his darker side once he was in the privacy of his laboratory. After all, he had an image to maintain- this incredibly itchy uniform was evidence of that.

"Yes, sir!" The poor squire looked as if he was about to collapse from exhaustion, and his eyes were dull with a sooty layer of exhaustion. "May I return to the barracks, sir?" He asked quietly, hopeful that Edgar would take mercy on him. Doubtless, he received a resounding no from his commanding officer, but Edgar was in a good mood. Best to give the boy a break.

"Yes, yes. As long as my delivery has arrived, you may take the next WEEK off, my lad." Nodding in affirmation, Edgar stood, holding out his palm as a silver coin gleamed to life. "If anyone attempts to accost you, show them this. They won't trifle with Edgar du Flom. It will dissipate in a week, so don't count on its favor for a moment longer."

"Th-Thank you, sir!" Brightening instantly, the squire walked out, holding the coin before him like a treasure. It may have been- Times of war left little time for sleep and relaxation. It might even get him laid if he could convince a barmaid that he's a person of interest! Edgar recalled his days sheathing himself in peasant boys impressed by his grades, hoping to ingratiate themselves with the future mage-general. Power was one of the most effective aphrodisiacs.

Speaking of getting laid, Edgar thought it was time to pay his new guest a little _visit. _Drawing a familiar symbol in the air, he steadied himself for the pop of instantaneous travel, appearing in his study at home and sighing as he let his aristocratic bearing slip. It was exhausting to remain aloof when his mind screamed for him to undress and fuck every knight that reported to him, sweaty and BULGING, marinating within their armor. Honestly, it was unfair. On the front lines, it was easy to order a man to his knees and- Ah, whatever, that particular problem should disappear soon enough.

His robes were the first to go, then the itchy undergarments and the godsforsaken _pointy hat _his station demanded, leaving him nude in the morning chill. It was a shame to hide such a lovely, magically hairless body from the world, and without that costume, his looks were far less elderly and more suited to his age. He was only thirty-two! It wasn't his fault that prolonged magic use had faded his beard into salt and pepper stubble.

"Yes, yes, little one. I know. It's an exciting time. You've been begging for this since you saw one of those brutes in your compendium." Speaking to his awakening cock as it bounced before him on his way down the stairs to his laboratory, Edgar stroked its hooded length, leaving a trail of dripping pre in his wake and coating the head in glistening desire. "Soon." He sighed as he reached the door, releasing his throbbing eight inches of manhood before the rising tide could spill over. He'd have to feed his new pet, after all. After its initiation, his cock would receive all the attention it deserved.

And there he was, as promised, without a scratch to mar perfectly buttery green skin. It seems the men had even applied the layer of moisturizing oil that Edgar demanded after they placed his beautiful body in its bonds, strapped firmly to a stone table built magically for this purpose. Of course, the expression contorting the creature's face wasn't the best, but Edgar was confident he could change that. The incubus's curse was thorough.

As a feral growl rent the air, Edgar walked closer, ignoring guttural, beastly language and selecting one of the many tools he commissioned from runesmiths, a soft leather collar with runes inscribed around it. It took a bit of finesse, but soon he slipped it around the beastly orc's neck, leaning over him and clicking his tongue. "Now, now, pet. Calm down. I don't want you to hurt yourself." He cooed, trailing a finger along one of the tusks jutting from the orc's lower jaw.

"Fuck you. Let me out and fight me like a fucking man." The orc growled as his language morphed into one more familiar to Edgar. "I-" The orc paused, his lower lip shining with spit from his blustering speech. "How do I understand you? I don't speak filthy human."

"Filthy? I'll have you know I bathed this morning." Edgar swept braided black locks back, revealing pointed ears that matched handsome, chiseled features. Even the most dedicated knight couldn't put forth the manly, gloriously masculine veneer of an orc. Edgar knew this was the right choice. Nothing else could quell the arousal burning in his lower stomach, short of a small battalion of muscled men at his feet.

Humming to himself, Edgar kissed his captive's forehead, careful to avoid the twist of his head and associated attempt to gore him on those sharp tusks. While he wasn't in a hurry, the flaccid manhood between those green thighs called to him, begging for some attention, and the sooner he set his spell, the sooner he could explore its length. He would have more time to play with his pet once he settled into his new role.

"What are you doing?" Craning his neck as best he could, the orc struggled against his bonds, attempting to follow Edgar's movements as the mage crossed the room, grabbing a jar and a brush. "I won't cooperate. You may as well kill me!" He snarled, baring the rest of his teeth and curling his thick fingers into fists. A string of untranslated words followed, no doubt some form of cursing.

"Oh, you won't have a choice, pet." Leaning over the orc's heaving chest from the relative safety of secure shoulders, Edgar followed the curve of deliciously soft pectorals, outlining them in arcane symbols. Treating his captive as a canvas, he continued lower, his brush never wavering as it created a curving design over the orc's plump stomach. Thankfully, the orc wasn't quite fat; otherwise, Edgar's artistry wouldn't survive the trip along smooth emerald skin. Just enough give to make for a pleasantly plush feel. "There. Now, for the finishing touch."

Before the orc could question him, Edgar hopped onto the table, nuzzling his cock against the orc's stubbornly flaccid monster as his fingers found their place on either side of the design, at the edges of two magic circles. In unison, every symbol painted on the orc lit up, glowing brighter than irons in a fire and setting him squirming against his bonds, his slick flaccid spire rolling against Edgar's cock as he tried to escape the mild discomfort.

"That's it... Relax." Edgar cooed as the orc's eyes began to glow, their brown depths dimming into a black haze before returning to normal. The orc's jaw went slack, and the cock against Edgar's twitched, awakening to its owner's altered state of mind. Before long, his hands relaxed, his body's struggles slowing. All that was left was the introduction of his master's command.

"Now. What's your name?" Edgar asked as he took hold of the orc's awakening cock with one hand, his other still firmly on the glowing symbols. Changes were still happening within the orc, and he wanted the transformation to stick. Magically conductive ink was too expensive to waste on a second attempt, and the spell explicitly called for the victim's ejaculation.

"Azhog. Of the Tremorfoot tribe." As expected, Azhog's voice was monotonous but agreeable, devoid of the ire from moments ago. His breathing was even and slow, despite his cock's steely hardness in Edgar's hand. Azhog's muscles seemed fully relaxed, sagging slightly against the stone as though finally resting, though his heartbeat pounded in that deliciously thick meat.

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, Azhog. I am Edgar, your new master." Slowly stroking that green behemoth, Edgar delighted in the precum rolling down to glaze his pink cock. "You're madly in love with me, and once my magic does its work, you'll be on a strict diet of my cum. How does that make you feel?"

A shiver runs through the orc's body. A shadow of doubt crosses Azhog's face as his entranced mind roils with the news of his fate, but a final surge of magic erases that unpleasant expression, bringing a trail of drool to the corner of Azhog's mouth. Swallowing, he speaks, his tone holding all the excitement of a virgin boy about to bed his first woman and his eyes dimming to their usual brown. "Th-Thank you, master. I'll be the best pet you've ever had."

Rewarding the fully converted pet for his newfound loyalty with a faster rhythm, Edgar rolled his slickened cock against the underside, milking fat globs of translucent precum over Azhog's slowly heaving stomach, where the ink used to be. The fat mushroom tip peeked in and out of its rolling foreskin. It looked so hard that it would hurt, throbbing wildly until, with a shudder that nearly bucked it from Edgar's hands, it unleashed a flood of pearly cum to coat Azhog's chest and stomach, flooding the valley between heaving pecs along with his navel. How delightfully productive- Edgar wondered if he might fill a shallow pool with repeated eruptions.

"Aren't you an agreeable boy?" Edgar cooed, coating his fingers in Azhog's spend and admiring the thick liquid's slow, webbing drip. "You must have gone so long without emptying yourself. That won't be the case any longer." Trailing his dripping hand up over the orc's chest, he slipped two fingers between those soft green lips, delighting in the silken, wet touch of Azhog's eager tongue. If the spell were to dissipate, Edgar would lose a finger, but thankfully it was a lifetime enchantment, reliant on a steady flow of magic from the caster, so his digits could explore the brute's maw as they pleased.

"More. Please..." Azhog whimpered, his tongue slipping out to clean Edgar's palm as his eyes fluttered, his newly converted body squirming as Edgar fed him the first meal of his new life. Wanton suckles treated fingers like something far less innocent, and pleading brown eyes begged as those soft lips shone with Azhog's cum. He was a desperate whore, just aching for Edgar's seed, and Edgar wasn't one to disappoint.

"That's it. Tell me what you want, sweet thing." Edgar marveled at the speed of the orc's transformation from angry warrior to eager slut, straddling that plush chest and bringing his cock to bear. Compared to that green snake, his above-average dick was minuscule, but the desperate, drooling stare Azhog fixated on it made him feel like he was as hung as a brothel's finest stud. "You must be so hungry." He teased, twitching his shaft with a pulse of inner muscles.

The orc opened his mouth, his tongue catching a drooling string of pre as a needy whimper started in his chest. Craning his neck, he tried to capture Edgar's cock between his lips. "Master, please. I need it. I need your dick! I'll do anything!" Gone was the haughty disdain, replaced with frank, eager words that set Edgar's libido aflame.

"Such a pretty thing when you're needy. I know, sweetheart, I'll let you drink." Straddling the orc's face, Edgar fed him his cock, inch by inch, stroking soft green skin as plush lips welcomed each inch. Unsure but desperate, Azhog's tongue swirled over his cock's underside like a velvet carpet, slathering every inch in thick saliva as needy pulls threatened to suck his seed directly from its home.

Almost immediately upon tasting Edgar's pre, the orc groaned, raising his head to press his sealed lips against the hairless base of the human's cock. Any discomfort in taking his length disappeared in favor of a rhythmic suck, and the silken comfort of his throat brushed Edgar's tip, gulping anything he had to offer. An expression of pure ecstasy showed on that green face, and as Edgar rolled his hips, lewd slurps filled the air.

"The incubus's curse works faster than I imagined. Perhaps this is what you craved but couldn't admit?" Edgar purred as he fucked that eager mouth, trapping soft cheeks between his thighs and luxuriating in Azhog's worship. "You'll love serving under me, pet. A soft seat to kneel upon as you swallow meal after meal, a caring master that shows you pleasure you couldn't imagine amidst savagery and war, and all the products that will soften your calloused fingers and keep your skin glowing and touchably soft. Pampered more than most royalty."

Of course, a full mouth couldn't answer Edgar, but as he quickened his pace, he swore that the orc's efforts melted around his shaft, welcoming him rather than desperately sucking. What an obedient pet- Obedient enough that he deserved a treat. His first time tasting his master's seed should be just that- Tasting rather than swallowing without anything to tantalize his tongue.

Stroking his cock, Edgar pulled out, stilling Azhog's craning neck with a soft shushing noise. Smearing his drooling cock over the orc's lips, he groaned, painting Azhog's expression with a rope of cum before slipping back inside, letting the rest ooze onto his frantically licking tongue, caressed from the swollen tip. His hips pumped on their own, feeding the orc more of his shaft as he rode out the afterglow, and by the time he popped free of those soft lips, his cock had softened, retreating into its hood.

Withdrawing from the Azhog's heavenly lips, Edgar loosened the orc's bonds, letting the nude creature sit up as he hopped down from the stone table, admiring the clinging coat of cum that covered nearly every inch of Azhog's chest and stomach. Patting quivering emerald thighs, he felt along the muscle, resisting the urge to spread the orc's legs and milk another load from that virile cock. Plenty of time for that later. "How do you feel, pet? Any ill effects?"

"No. All I feel is hungry." Azhog answered without hesitation, his fingers dipping into the dripping cum and bringing them to his mouth to disappear into his greedy gullet. His stance was softer than the orcs in textbooks, less on guard, and more relaxed. Whether it was an effect of his orgasm or the curse remained to be seen.

"Ah, yes, that's to be expected. Over the next few days, you'll need frequent feedings and constant care to prevent you from wasting away." Guiding his pet away from the makeshift ritual altar, Edgar sat near his wine and cheese spread, patting his lap as the orc eyed his exposed cock hungrily, licking his lips like a man in the desert confronted with a glass of water. "If you'd like, you may have another helping. Slowly, this time."

As Edgar sipped at his wine and ran his fingers through Azhog's hair, encouraging the hastily knelt orc to suckle at his softened cock, he couldn't help the smile on his face. He had many delightfully debaucherous plans for his pet, but first, some quality time to bond with the brute. His cock was already swelling back to full mast, and he needed to teach his pet the best spots to make him leak.

(Major edit. Fixed the text color, because apparently white is the default since the last website update.)