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It had not been the choice of Skogor and Rook to venture into the abandoned mill; the orc and dragon had tried to make it to the town they were venturing towards but the storm that had cropped up over the mountains had swept down far faster then they could travel. While not their first choice the two counted themselves fortunate that they found a place that had a roof where they could shelter for the night, and when they walked inside they found that it was still in rather good condition despite looking like no one had been there for a while. Aside from a few cobwebs everything was intact and even had a functioning fireplace, one that Skogor was quick to take advantage of by starting a fire that would keep them warm as the winds outside began to howl. It was the orc's job to do so after all, Rook slowly taking off his armor and putting it on a bookshelf that still seemed rather sturdy.

Rook was a demon hunter by trade; it was what he had trained his entire life for, and for a while he had done so alone while traveling the countryside. It was only a year ago that he had saved the orc from an incursion that had decimated the village he had come from, and though the dragon had managed to get there just in time in order to save most people from being possessed by demons Skogor wished to join him in his travels instead of stay behind and help clean up. While he had initially refused the offer, normally not taking someone that had just gone through a traumatic ordeal that involved spirits inhabiting one's soul, the orc remained persistent and enthusiastic about joining the cause. Finally Rook decided that it would be nice to have someone on the road to accompany him and he could start training the other man in the ways of demon hunting so he could have a partner that would have his back...

...except that Skogor wasn't very good at it.

After a year Rook was fairly certain that the orc knew only one incantation to help protect him from demonic influence, and the only reason that was the case was because it sounded like a funny poem to him. While he was great at doing things like cooking and maintaining their supplies he just didn't have the head for hunting. More often than not his blunders would make the situation worse, to the point where he gave the orc fake tasks in order to keep him occupied while he slayed whatever demon they were hunting. While he wasn't happy about the storm delaying them he actually counted it as a blessing since the dragon had to think strategy of what to do with Skogor for this mission.

The demon in question was a particularly notorious creature, one that relied not on strength or demonic might but rather a more insidious form of corrupting and tempting people to get what he wanted. From the reports they had gotten they only knew that there were villagers who spoke of being visited by someone that granted them wishes, only for them to eventually disappear. There was one that had reported having this encounter that was still there, but they wouldn't be much help to them since whatever the demon had done to them turned them into a slavering werewolf-like creature. With the rate of corruption Rook knew that they had to get there soon, otherwise this kind of demonic incursion can get really messy very quickly...

Meanwhile Skogor had finished with getting things ready for dinner and decided to explore the mill while Rook took of his armor and checked it over. The demon hunter was so studious and clinical in everything he did that it usually left the orc in awe, though after seeing it for nearly a year and trying to replicate it he started to find it slightly irritating. It wasn't form the action itself but more from the fact that it wasn't his way of doing things. He knew that the dragon was rather particular in how he did things but it made things like learning how to be a demon hunter more frustrating, though part of that was because he felt like Rook had given up a bit on him just because he couldn't understand the long, complex incantations.

Why he couldn't just use brute strength to defeat demons was beyond the orc; he had punched more than his fair share of them in the face, they reacted to it just like everyone else. As he walked into what appeared to be a bedroom he was still fuming over the thought but it had abated when he noticed that there was actually a decent bed and a few other pieces of furniture. With the storm encroaching in even faster and the skies outside turning pitch black it was only the lit candle in the room that allowed him to see everything inside, including the set of dressers that had the candle holder on top of it. Though an errant thought had him wondering how there was an already lit candle when neither he nor Rook had been back there it was overwhelmed by his curiosity as he could see something else glowing in one of the drawers.

This was a blue light that was a contrast to the flickering flame of the candle as Skogor went over and opened the glowing drawer. While he wasn't sure what he would find the orc was shocked to see that it was coming from an amulet that was just laying there, the rather large sapphire carved into the face of a wolf that hung from a silver chain. It was... beautiful, and even before he realized what he was doing he found his fingers drifting down to grab it. There was also a mirror attached to the drawers and in a compulsive move he put the amulet on and glanced into the mirror to see what it looked like on him.

As Skogor stared at the amulet in his reflection he suddenly saw something else in the mirror, a pair of glowing ice blue eyes and a face similar to the one that was depicted in the sapphire. When the orc spun around he gasped loudly, but before he could say or shout anything the creature had closed the gap between them and put a finger to his lips that effectively silenced him. "Wouldn't want your draconic friend to hear us, would we?" the mysterious entity said as he leaned in, causing the bigger orc to arch back. "Not before we had ourselves a little chat after all."

Though the orc's hand was ready to lash out in a punch at the creature he found himself instantly relaxing it. The entity chuckled and took a step back, which allowed him to see what he was dealing with a little more closely. The blue and black furred creature also had black scales on his hands and feet as well as similar colored horns that stuck out of his head. To the untrained eye someone might think this was a dragon-wolf hybrid, but as runes glowed on his body and he licked his snout with an unnaturally long tongue he knew better. This was a demon, and a particularly powerful one at that if he was able to slip in without Rook immediately knowing about it.

"What do you want?" Skogor asked, debating on whether or not to shout out to the dragon in order to bring him in to dispatch the creature.

"It's not about what I want," the demonic creature replied as he went over to the bed and laid down on it, showing off the fact that he was completely naked while his tail looped around one of the bedposts. "It's about what you and your friend want. My name is Kona, and I'm here to give you quite the boon for finding my necklace like you did."

Skogor took a moment before his thick green fingers went up to the amulet he had just put on, realizing he had let whatever demonic magic this creature had without him even thinking about it. "Maybe Rook is right that I'm bad at this demon stuff," Skogor grumbled, which just prompted the demon on the bed to let out a snort. "At least I know that he'll know what to do with you."

"Ah, I suppose the demon hunter would probably figure that out, yes," Kona replied with feigned resignation, the orc's eyes shifting from him to the door before taking a step towards it. "But! That means that you and him won't get your wish."

"Wish?" Skogor asked.

"Yes, I happen to be in the market of granting wishes," Kona explained while he leaned back. "Your friend in the next room has my kind all wrong... well, some of my kind all wrong at the very least. There are good people and bad people in the world, yes, so why can't it be so unfeasible that there are good and bad demons too?"

Though Skogor was about to respond he found that Kona had actually made a rather good point. He remembered vaguely Rook telling him something about listening to demons, but as soon as he had that thought it seemed to disappear from his mind as the wolf-dragon demon tapped his claws against his thigh. "I... I don't know about all this," Skogor replied as he scratched the black hair of his head. "You said that Rook got a wish too, so that means that you need to reveal yourself to him as well."

"I suppose that's fair," Kona replied, his grin growing wider as the earlier shock and fear on the orc's face was quickly disappearing. "Lead the way."

Meanwhile Rook had been sharpening his blade while reading from his book of incantations when suddenly his head perked up. It had only been for a moment but he thought he felt a tingle go down his spine. With the storm raging out side it could have been the lightning that was striking the surrounding area, but the more he sat there the more he could feel htat something wasn't right in the mill. As he looked around and saw the fire crackling in the fireplace he realized that this all felt a little too good to be true, beginning to wonder if both this place and the storm hadn't been a little more than coincidental to their benefit...

"Hey Rook!" Skogar called out, the dragon lifting up his head as he saw the orc come back from his exploration. "I... found something that I think you might want to see." Though Rook was about to ask if could wait until he was finished he could see a look on his face that was one that he usually didn't see before, which was that of sheepish embarrassment. As he stood up to go and investigate what the orc was talking about his eyes drifted to the new adornment around his neck, and before he could even ask he could sense a power radiating from it that was very familiar to his senses.

"Skogor... you didn't..." Rook asked, only to have his grip on his sword become tighter as he saw a second entity emerge from the shadows right behind the orc. "Skogar! That's a demon!"

"I know it's a demon!" Skogor shot back. "Well, I didn't know it when I put on the amulet, but I do now! But it's alright, he just wants to give us each a wish as thanks for putting on his amulet!"

Before Skogor could explain what Kona had told him the dragon immediately brandished the sword he was holding and pointed it right at the demonic creature, which caused Kona to quickly step to the side so he was behind the bigger orc. "Step aside Skogor!" Rook demanded. "He's clearly ensorcelled your mind, but give me a second to take care of him, and you'll think clearly again!"

"Wait, I told you that this creature isn't dangerous!" Skogor replied angrily. "I know you think I don't know nothin, but I know if he wanted to kill us he could have probably gotten the drop on us rather then introducing himself!"

Rook felt himself gritting his teeth and gripping his blade as he realized he had a problem; with Skogor in the way he risked harming him whether using his incantations or striking with his blade, especially if the orc was enthralled like he believed. The worst part is that Skogor looked like he actually believed in what he was doing and had a dead-set look of determination on his face that he had seen before when he dug his feet in on something. "Skogor... you do not know what the powers are that you meddle with right now," Rook said, knowing that every second they wasted debating was a second that the demon was gaining the upper hand on him. "I don't care if he's going to give us a wish or whatever temptation he gives you, if you knew how they operate then you would be aware that not all demons rely on brute force to corrupt others."

"Well who's fault is that then?!" Skogor bellowed angrily, pointing a thick green finger at Rook that took him by surprise. "You think I'm so stupid that I can't understand for things for myself!" As the orc and dragon continued to stand off the angry look on Skogor's face turned to one of a devious smile as he turned to Kona. "You know what, I think I know exactly what my wish is going to be..."

"Skogar, no!" Rook shouted, but he was too far away to interject or cast an incantation before the orc spoke.

"Kona, I wish that I possessed the body of knowledge, talent, and skill of a master demon hunter."

Kona, I wish that I possessed the body of one who had knowledge, talent, and skill of a master demon hunter.

Rook let out a gasp as he heard the wish and as Kona let out a chuckle the orc suddenly... disappeared. The fur skirt and harness that he typically wore fluttered to the ground, the dragon nearly dropping his sword in shock in his friend no longer being there. "Skogor?!" Rook shouted, continuing to look around before turning to the grinning demon. "Where the hell did he go, demon?"

"He's closer then you think," Kona replied as his toothy grin grew wider.

Rook was a bit shocked at the rather curt explanation, and as he was about to raise his sword in order to threaten the demon he found his arm frozen. When he attempted to try and focus on the limb it felt like it was made of lead, yet even as he tried to move even a finger all of them suddenly opened up to drop the weapon completely. He wanted to look back up at Kona and ask what was going on but the sensation in his arm had quickly spread over his entire body. He found his mouth opening in a gasp as Rook found that he wasn't alone in his own body, feeling his scaly lips curl up into a smirk as his form started to move more freely without him doing anything to do so.

"This was better then I expected when I made that wish," Rook heard himself say, though the dialect was different then his usual stoic tone. Skogor... the demon had literally had the orc shoved into his own body, and even as he found himself able to move a few things it was clear that the power dynamic had shifted between them.

"Always glad to have a satisfied customer," Kona replied simply. "Although I'm sure Rook is having second thoughts about his wish."

Though Skogor laughed the distraction of the possessing orc had allowed the actual owner of the body to push it back, the dragon panting from the exertion of taking back control. "You bastard, you corrupted him," Rook stated, though as he attempted to see if he could do a containment incantation so that he could trap the demon's magic. "I'll make you pay... ugh..."

As the dragon started to pant it wasn't from the exertion, looking down to see that the pants he was wearing were starting to tent. He knew that the orc had a bit of a libido, along with a hair trigger, and though he had managed to wrestle back control there were still aspects that had started to shine through. While he would never have engaged in such things, to do so would be to invite corruption and demons into their minds, Skogor appared to have no such qualms as one of his hands drifted towards his increasingly hard maleness. His nostrils flared as he tried to stop the one inside of him from getting close to doing what he believed that the demon wanted, even if the pleasure that came from his groin was feeling good.

Just relax.. it would feel so good, and even with Rook's stalwart resolve he found a crack slipping just enough for Skogor to shift control towards the orc. "See, I told you that you would be happy," Skogor once more said through Rook's voice as the little distance between the scaly hand and his shaft. "I think I'm a much better fit for this form, and such a lovely body you have."

Rook could hear the lustful inclination in his own voice and knew that Skogor wasn't going to give his body back, though even as his mind raced while trying to ignore the pleasure coming from his own body he didn't even know if he could. With the waves of intense sensation that were only growing more stimulating the longer the orc had his hooks in him it was getting hard to think of anything else. The possessed dragon found his hands sliding up and down his chest had found another erogenous zone, their entire body shaking as those clawed hands went up to his nipples. The second Skogor found the foothold he continued to focus on them with one hand, making it harder for Rook to reclaim control while his clothing had been pulled off his body by the orc.

As Skogor once more thanked Kona for his help Rook realized that he did have one out, albeit one that he didn't really want to use. The demon had said that they both had a wish, and if that was the case then he could just use his in order to undo the damage that had been done by the orc. But as he tried to open his mouth he once more felt his jaw was shut, only occasionally letting out a groan of his voice that was starting to grow slightly deeper. By this point, Skogor had gotten Rook completely naked, the dragon standing there pleasuring himself in a way that could only be described as orc-like as a grunt escaped his muzzle.

"I see that we're having a bit of conflict with our two personalities," Kona said as he moved forward, flashing his own body at the two in order to entice them further. "But I tell you what Rook, if you can get out that wish that you're thinking before Skogor cums with your body then I will take it that you are not appreciative of your new arrangement. However, if you can't, then I would assume that you are more than fine with your horny friend there using your body how he pleases."

That was a dirty game, Rook thought to himself as he could feel Skogor grinning once more with his draconic muzzle, but before he could even start to wrestle control back in order to make the request he was hit with another surge of pleasure that made it hard to concentrate on anything. The demon had given him a chance but also kept him at a disadvantage, especially since the feeling of having his cock stroked despite him not actually doing it. It had felt so good... and while he might have been tempted before, Skogor had no such limitations of pleaureing himself as he continued to marvel over his new body.

"Ohhh yes, your body is so good Rook," Skogor said, his usual orcish growl starting to come through the dragon's more regal cadence as he continued to stroke himself. Though Rook attempted to try and reason with the orc to not cum so that he could use the wish to undo this, the corruption that had taken Skogor was starting to seep into the dragon along with the lust. "You need to relax; I'm going to take so much better care of this body than you."

Rook let out a growl, but even the small amount of control he had before was starting to become hard to do. The lust was overwhelming and as Skogor continued to find his most sensitive areas to prod it was hard for him to even think about what he wanted to wish. He knew that when it came to demons that the devil was literally in the details, but he couldn't even think because his own hands were stroking his cock and body. There was nothing he could do... Skogor was winning control of his body, and it was getting hard for him to resist with how good it felt.

Maybe Skogor was better at taking care of his form, the words had crossed over his mind before he even realized it. The dragon's hands began to move more freely over his scaly form as Rook started to relinquish more control, the pleasure flowing over his mind in waves that eroded Rook's will. The orc had far less reservations of the corruption that they were experiencing as he opened stroked their shared body while the demon merely watched with a smirk on his face. As their muscles began to twitch and tense from the impending orgasm Rook found one last fading thread of resistance and tried to open his mouth to say something, but by the time he managed to get do something with it the only sound that escaped his mouth was a long, low groan.

The sound of Rook's moan deepened even more and as their hips thrust out and their cock spurted in their hand the voice altered to the ponit where it sounded like a mix of the orc and dragon. Rook had lost the demon's wager... though at the moment the dragon was so lost in pleasure that it didn't even matter to him. Skogor huffed and breathed heavily as he continued to give the thick dragon cock a few more slow strokes, then let it flop back down as it began to soften. He continued to squeeze the dragon's nipple as the demon went up to him, stroking down his scaly shoulders.

"Looks like we know who is in charge here," Kona said with a bemused smirk. "Are you going to be taking up the mantle of being a demon slayer just like your mentor?"

"Mmmm... nah," Skogor replied with a chuckle as a shudder of pleasure went down his body from the additional stimulation of another pair of hands. "But wait, you said that Rook had another wish, and since technically I'm Rook right now..."

"Ah... taking your friend's wish," Kona pointed out as he licked his lips. "But you do make a good point, and I can sense that the dragon inside of you seems like they are more than fine with your current actions, so go ahead." As Rook heard Skogor and Kona talking he was still reeling from the intensity of their orgasm, and while he heard the orc talking about forsaking his mission he actually didn't mind at all. With his first taste of demonic corruption, and the insatiable libido of the one that possessed him, he was kept in a loop of lustful desire that he was quickly growing to accept and even enjoy as he hoped Skogor would touch them once more just like the demon was.

The thoughts were not lost on Skogor as he chuckle himself, feeling the dragon becoming needy for the pleasure just like he knew he would. As he thought about the wish he could make with Kona he wasn't sure what he would want, considering that he had gotten pretty much everything he wanted. As he looked down at his form he couldn't think of anything that he would want to do with the former demon warrior, although as he looked at his own loincloth that used to belong to him a small grin crept across his face. He found himself licking his lips as a wish formed in his mind as Kona looked into his eyes.

"I wish I had the same stature as an orc." Skogor wished.

I wish I had the same stature as an orc owned by Kona.

Though the wish was already something that Kona wouldn't mind on its own, but a little extra twist to the magic wouldn't hurt. Not to mention that Skogor had gained the mental capacity of Rook, and the demon didn't want someone unbound in case he decided to go back to his old demon hunting ways. Fortunately the orc was more than willing to let a little mental binding take place in order to gain a few extra inches. Already the dragon was starting to grunt and growl as the two that were contained within felt the demonic magic coursing through their system. Both men were welcome of the new power and as the creature let out a loud grunt they found it came from their frame growing bigger.

Skogor rose their hand and smirked as he saw the already large fingers growing slightly thicker, the muscle ripping through his body as his arm grew larger by the second. It was like Kona had started to fill up his arm though his hand and as the growth reached his shoulders he felt the demon come up behind him and start to stroke against his member. Rook had been slightly shorter then the demon when they had met but as more power flowed into him they were sudden able to feel the muzzle of the other creature against the back of his head. That wasn't the only thing he found pressing against him either, though it made sense that his owner would want to use such a powerful body as his own.

As Kona began to push into him the increasingly muscular dragon let out a groan, his eyes gleaming as his gasping partially came from his jaw lengthening. Though it wasn't much of a difference he could feel his teeth growing slightly more jagged with a pair of tusks growing out of his draconic snout. He was becoming a creature more fit to be a barbarian than a knight, though as he let out a low growl from the demon pushing inside of him the intelligence of their mind actually felt like it was increasing. It was the mind of a keenly honed dragon with the strength of an orc, a powerful combination that he was sure Kona would find useful.

"Oh yes..." Skogor said, Rook agreeing when he was able to think about the pleasure as the demon took him. "This is wonderful, exactly what I wanted with my wish."

"As I said, I'm always happy to oblige," Kona replied with a smirk, watching his cock sink into the tight tailhole of the one in front of him. The dragon barbarian had no more words to say to his new owner, instead allowing him to use the body that he sculpted and shaped...

A few hours later the storm had passed along with the night, and as the door to the mill opened once more a single creature walked outside of it. The primal dragon smirked to himself as he looked up at the sun, putting his thickly clawed hand up to shield his eyes that had a slight ice blue tint to it. The pendant still hung around Skogor's neck as he looked around; while the demon wasn't around he could still feel his presence as well as Rook. After the marathon session that they had in that mill, the other creature within them was still reeling from the pleasure of it all, which gave the new dragon the chance to have their body to himself.

"This is going to be so much better then going around hunting demons," Skogor grinned as he adjusted the loincloth, trying not to let his cock push it out even though he was getting aroused with the thought of what lay before them. "Of course, that doesn't mean that maybe we can't spend some time with them, I'm sure if they are all as accommodating as Master Kona. Or we could make a few of our own, think we can learn some new cantations that could do a little corruption?"

There was only a low moan from Rook as Skogor could feel the former owner of the body squirming from the potential pleasure they were about to get. Skogor was glad to see that his partner was satisfied with their new arrangement as he began to make their way towards the next town, which was where he could really stretch out the legs of their new body. While demon hunting was no longer in the cards for them there was far more that a body like this could do, something that he was looking forward to exploring with his newfound friend. Of course before he would go to the bounty board he might find the brothel that had been caused from Kona going through and corrupting the town...

...something that he was looking forward to helping with as a smile grew on his scaly lips.