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“Are you Djinn or Out?"

Du'gan groaned and rolled his muscular shoulders as he made his way toward the bathing room; it was rare to find a bath on his journeys, much less a private bath. As an orc he'd always been held to the standard they were generally an unclean or unhygienic people; of course, most of them were known more for their brute muscle and less-than-average intelligence. A bar he'd set higher when he became a crafter of magic; a wizard for hire, able to wield the arcane and the elements as thoroughly as a brutish warrior could wield an axe. He wasn't shy about using his strength either; but Du'gan always felt it was better and possibly less distructive for him to wield his mind, rather than his fists.

The inn was quiet, it had been days since he'd seen Pyrebeard, Keng, or Ruberg. For that matter, it had been hours since he'd seen Channing, Bennig or Bauber. He slowed his pace as he thought about it, but then resumed his speed when he realized he was walking through a very public inn with nothing but a towel barely hanging off his hips, a vibrant streak of hair pouring over his chest and diving down in a trail to the bushy hip of the towel's font, he knew he should keep moving. Not that he was embarrassed, but he knew from the blushes of women and the averting eyes of the men in the bar that he was quite the sight for them. He descended the stairs, passed a nod to the innkeeper and headed toward the back rooms, where the baths were.

There was a door to the public bath; which Du'gan nearly stepped into out of habit. But realizing his mistake, he walked down two more doors and entered his assigned private room. It led outdoors and was connected to the springwater that was built into the public area, but a separate runoff of hot water poured down like a fountain into the peaceful tub that had been built here. There was enough room for at least eight humans, almost half of it filled with one massive orc. Du'gan cast off his towel and stepped into the water. He clicked his tongue lightly as he braced himself to the heat and eventually seated himself with his back to the cool stone wall that surrounded the area. He let out a groan of relief and sank down to his shoulders in the water; he couldn't sink much further as his knees had bent up and were already poking out of the water the further he reclined back. The simple case of it was he didn't actually fit fully in here, but it was enough that he could relax. He chuckled in delight as he remembered one of the greatest comforts and raised his arms toward the sky over his head. “Aquilones accerso, in me fluitare pluo." He spoke, his words echoing unnaturally around him as his palms flashed a brilliant white color.

Instantly, the skies overhead grew dark gray and a cold breeze rushed down over him, sending flurries of snow down. He sighed and snugged down far enough for his lips to bubble at the water, keeping warm in the heat while it snowed overhead, tickling his ears with their chill. He closed his eyes and settled in, more soaking in the hot bath rather than bathing.

Flashes appeared behind Du'gan's eyelids, the darkness interrupted by a dreamly bombardment of light in different colors that disturbed his rest. He felt his body shake and jerk wildly in response to the flashes, but he could do little else to avoid them. A dark force was pressing in on his mind; he could hear the hideous skull-faced sorcerer laughing maniacally in the darkness. He felt his eyes flutter as he searched in the immediate vicinity for some sign, some indication as to why he felt the man's presence. His fingers felt electric when he touched them to something, his mind scrambling to make sense of what he was seeing, what he was hearing. As Malmur's laughter finally reached a crescendo, he inhaled sharply; a vision of Pyrebeard flashed in his eyes, and as he fell toward the gigantic pools his eyes had become, he raised his arms up to shield himself from the inevitable impact, the laughter so loud now that it was ringing in his ears-

Du'gan gagged as he threw himself out of the water where his head had submerged, he had inhaled at least a pint of the rich liquid and had to spew it out of his mouth and both nostrils to clear his sinuses. The innkeeper burst into the room and Du'gan raised a hand to stop him, still coughing. “My fault... my fault. If I ever wanted to rinse my sinuses out with sulfur-smelling water, this was certainly my time..." He coughed again.

“Are you all right, sir?" The man asked, looking panicked as if he'd had a heart attack.

By this point most of the water had drained from his nostrils and he was coughing less. “Fine...fine..." He admitted. “Thanks."

Du'gan shifted from his tub and stood up, right in plain view of the human who took one look and nearly fell over as the orc reached for a towel to dry himself off. He quickly dismissed himself and the orc mused over what he'd just seen. He knew he had to act and quickly, if Malmur's essence hadn't been destroyed, they could be in some serious trouble.

***

“Pyrebeard, we need to talk--" Du'gan announced as he burst the door open to the dwarf's room, only to find him already readying his satchel for departure. “What's...going on?"

“Isn't it clear lad? Our adventure's over. It's time for us to start packing up and heading home."

Pyrebeard seemed pretty dismissive of Du'gan's questions, and it began to frustrate the orc. He'd been particularly avoiding of him since they'd gotten back from Malmur's fortress, and now to simply try to leave it behind like this, something didn't add up. The orc dropped a hand on the dwarf's hand, stopping him from continuing. “How's that beard of yours? Has it begun to grow back at all?"

“Nope." Pyrebeard said. “Like I said before, it must be something Malmur cursed me with before the end."

“Other than a climax that--to put it in your own words: “Rocked your boots off"?"

Pyrebeard sighed and looked at the orc. “What'cha want me to say, lad? That I'm not over this? That I'm...some tragically lost figure, a final victim for that vile sorcerer? Because I'm not. I refuse to be a victim." He pulled his hand back and continued to pack.

Du'gan watched in silence for a few moments. “Forget it. I will go see if I can find the others, maybe they can see through this strange behavior of yours--"

“Uh-lad? They're gone."

“Gone?" Du'gan repeated in surprise. “Without saying goodbye?"

“We've said our goodbyes, I'm sorry that you weren't included in them." He snapped his backpack up and looked at him. “If it helps you feel better, Du'gan; know that I'll miss ya. I do suppose it's better this way, right?"

“Alright." Du'gan growled in spite of himself as he shook off his suspicions. “But I am going to drop in to check on you sometime. Make sure you're getting on all right. I can send messages to the others as well. Just...please let me know if you need anything, Pyrebeard."

“Lad. I'll be fine. And in the occassion of my...'condition'." He chuckled as he put on a helmet and turned to face the orc. “Call me Goldhelm from now on. Yeah?"

***

Those words had hung on Du'gan's mind since that fateful night almost twelve months ago. Now he was on his way to visit his old friend again; he had never gotten a response back from any of the others, at least not outside the normal short notes back on occasion assuring him that they were okay. He hadn't seen Channing on his visits back to the elven lands, he hadn't heard from Bennig or Bauber either. That trio he used to keep in constant contact with, and now, the only man who was the last one to see any of them has again gone in under his suspicions. Someone was rebuilding the old fortress, he'd heard from several witnesses who have seen the construction, with several dwarven crews no less. It was suspicious to say the least.

Reaching the familiar rise that led to Pyrebeard--no-- Goldhelm's house, the immediate thing he'd noticed was how much larger it seemed. It was almost mansion like compared to the surrounding homes that looked like little hovels in comparison. He clicked at the horses drawing his carriage and they both slowed down, stopping near the front door of this estate. Du'gan climbed down from the coach and stared in marvel at the massive marble columns, the large stone steps leading up to an even larger stained glass door. This place was easily three times what it was during the orc's last visit and he was in no small way shocked at this radical change as he approached the door and rang the bell pull stationed directly to the left of the entry. After a few moments, the door swung open by itself.

Du'gan peered inside; this house was practically palatial in size, deep richly colored tile and carpet strewn across the floor, high arched ceilings with brilliant windows shining light into the house, it was a house that could accommodate a dozen orcs all at once, and this all belonged to a singular dwarf? “Perhaps he'd gotten a family..." He thought as he stepped inside and looked around. “Pyrebeard--or... Goldhelm?" He called out, hearing his gruff voice echo through the halls. “Are you here?"

Suddenly a shape made itself known in the adjoining room; a massive, gray skinned ogre. Completely bald and completely naked all at the same time, accompanied by a thickly bearded dwarf who was just as naked as he traveled in the crook of the ogre's arm. Both quite enthusiastically aroused too, it was a moment of uncomfortable thoughts that plagued Du'gan's mind. Turning to the left, he saw three other figures emerge from the darkness; a thickly fat, furred Bugbear also hard and even dripping a little onto the floor under him as he walked; and two strange, mechanical men that followed behind him. One was a deep cobalt blue color and the other was a dark crimson color; both very anatomically correct as they walked in and as the five of them came together at the back center of the room, Du'gan's eyes widened in realization. They began to glow a soft purple color as his vision became clearer. He gasped audibly as the five's identities began to reveal themselves.

“Gods preserve..." He uttered. “Bennig? Bauber?" He looked at the twin bots, then looked at the bugbear. “And Channing?" The creature looked thoroughly confused. Du'gan continued his scan of the others. “Ruberg and Keng as well? My god. What happened to you?"

He didn't receive an answer, only an overt sexual showing as the twins had gone down to suck on the bugbear's cock. He wasn't even sure that they had mouths to do it, but somehow they were enjoying the play. Channing had taken a step back and laid down on the floor as the mechanical men fondled over him, playing with his exposed ass that looked like it had been shaven clear previously and now the hair was growing back in, thicker and heftier than the rest of his hide. Ruberg and Keng weren't faring much better, now with Keng laid back on his massive ogre back while Ruberg climbed on top of him; sitting down, the dwarf's entire beard twitched as he began to ride Keng's cock, enjoying every minute of it while leaning back and resting his weight onto his hands. “What has he done?"

“What has who done?" The familiar voice turned Du'gan's attention back to the stairs he had been standing in front of only to see the familiar bald dwarf step out onto the landing above and look over him, a lavish purple robe wrapped around his shoulders. Only a spark of light seemed to follow him, flowing from his body, spinning around Goldhelm's body and sliding back into it; almost too quick to be noticed, but slow enough for Du'gan to see it. He pointed at the dwarf.

“YOU! You do possess the spirit of the lich! I knew it!"

Goldhelm smiled softly, almost embarrassed that he could be caught like this. He pursed his lips and swivelled against the banister he'd been leaning on. “Oh, did you now?" He looked down at the five members of their party now clambering onto and enjoying one another before looking up. “Did you know that before coming here, Du'gan?"

Suddenly, a swirl of light emerged from somewhere behind Goldhelm and whipped around his neck, descending and ascending the man's body briefly before settling next to his ear. A wave of vile energy washed off the being, and instantly, Du'gan knew what it was-- “Lich! We destroyed you once before, and we will destroy you again!"

“Oh, how delectable." The lich teased. “And delightfully naive, you think you can stand up against me without your little team? Look at them, Du'gan; all of them enthralled under my influence, all of them having given in to their personal desires and now look at them, perfectly ready, willing and able to help with the reconstruction of my fallen kingdom, my fortress and you...you will no longer be able to stop me!"

Du'gan frowned, he knew that this could only end in defeat and as he looked each direction for an exit, he suddenly bolted for the door. With a wave of his hand, Goldhelm caused the large double doors to slam shut, barring the orc's path out. Du'gan turned and kicked his foot onto the ground, he propelled himself into the air, avoiding the grasp of both Keng and Channing who lunged for him. Spinning through the air, Du'gan aimed for an open window; but like before, it too closed in his path. He spun and spiraled toward another, and it too closed. As he turned again, he was struck by the entity that had emerged from Goldhelm's body and was sent toward the floor. Du'gan grunted and waved his hands, fashioning a barrier with the wave of his fingers that propelled the being backwards.

“You will not defeat me!" The orc roared. “You will fall again!" He looked at Goldhelm. “What chaos have you unleashed? You spent months opposing his will and now you are siding with his dark power?"

“Not so much “siding" with it as I am...accustomed to it." The dwarf's eyes flashed an ominously reddish tint. “But I mean, look at them. You couldn't say this power isn't all bad would you?"

“Then you leave me no choice." Du'gan clenched his fist in anger. “I will simply have to beat that lich out of you."

“Oh you are a tough one after all!" Malmur's spirit roared as it flung itself toward the orc.

Du'gan readied another deflection, but the lich suddenly changed directions. He vanished into the floor and a brilliant white circle ignited under the orc's feet. Before he could move a flash of energy shot through him, sending him flying into the air. Du'gan grunted and crossed his wrists in front of himself like a shield, reflecting the vibrant energy back onto Malmur instead. Malmur groaned in pain and flickered to a red color, blasting through the energy, he split into several bolts of reddish light, which all began to shoot through the orc's body. Du'gan's body itself remained in tact, but the beams shredded and tore into his robes, ripping the fabric asunder in several places on his body. For each pulse that passed through his flesh, he felt a wave of energy weaken him. With a roar, Du'gan slammed his fists into the floor and caused an eruption of green energy that traveled like a wave down the concrete flooring. It struck Malmur's position and caused a splitting of the stone that continued to the standing positions of the others, including Goldhelm, who were violently thrown to the ground. Du'gan panted and spun around. “Ignis!" He roared and fired a bolt of fire from the palm of his hand. It passed through Malmur at first, but the sorcerer lich wasn't done with it yet, and instead countered this spell by whipping his form and sending the fireball back at the orc. Du'gan grunted and shielded himself, but it was his strongest magic and it instantly exhausted his energy. Suddenly, his arms felt like slabs of lifeless meat, and Du'gan crashed to the floor, crying out in pain as he struck.

“Finally! My biggest rival is defeated!" Malmur laughed as his small spark of energy flew into Du'gan's mouth.

Du'gan's eyes opened and he grabbed at his throat, fighting against the spirit trying to invade his body. He gagged and coughed, the magical energy he was trying to push into his hands puttering out as he was losing this battle in his weakened state. In a matter of moments, there was a flash of blue energy that blinked across his body and now a green spirit was thrown out of it. It hovered for a moment, and Du'gan sat up, but he wasn't behind the wheel. That familiar smile on his face, only Goldhelm knew that the orc had lost the battle of wills and was ejected from his own body. The green spirit flickered, then darted about for a moment before trying to fly away; with a pinch of his fingers, the restored Malmur snatched the spirit and grinned. “Ohhh and where do you think you're going, little orc?" he asked, licking his lips, then pausing. “Oh that's a new sensation. I haven't had any lips to lick in a millennia. Hahahhahah..." He laughed loudly, not releasing the orc's spirit as it tried to pull away from his fingers. His laughter faded and his voice adopted a more sinister tone: “And you...my friend will no longer be around to interfere..."

“NO!"

Goldhelm's voice shook the place from the almost violent nature of his bellowing voice. It was enough for Malmur to gasp, and he turned to face the dwarf; whose eyes were gold and radiantly glowing bright. “Eh...no?" Malmur echoed in his confusion.

“You asked for my help, Malmur. And to that end, I agreed to share my body with you; to indulge in your pleasures as well as mine. You asked that I help convert my friends into great twisted machinations of your pleasure and to enhance my own; you want that we rebuild your kingdom, and I have agreed to doing so. But I draw the line to this. Du'gan is a dear friend, and I cannot see him ever suffering at your hands. Never."

“And if I refuse?"

Goldhelm held up a slip of paper he'd taken from the pocket of his vest and with a flick of his finger, brought a match to light next to it. “Shall we test that resolve of yours, lad?"

Malmur's eyes widened. Du'gan had never seen him look so frightened and in an instant, he began to stammer like a teenager asking someone for a school dance. He froze. “You wouldn't--" He shrieked as the flame inched closer to the parchment. “NO! No wait! I--I get it. Fine! We won't destroy him, but...what are we to do with him then?"

A smile came across the dwarf's face as he slowly stroked his fingers along his chin where his beard once was. “Oh...I have an idea..."

The flash of lights around Du'gan were extreme and painful as he brought his arms over his face. He felt his body swirling into the darkness as he could see flesh reappear. Muscled flesh, more muscular than he could ever remember being. As his voice echoed through the spin, it was as if he were being tethered down and crammed into a tiny space between a thin sheet of sharp silver metal. The colors of this new world reflected as the light bounced around in a rainbow of illumination until the spinning slowed and came to a stop with him collapsed and on all fours in the middle of this shiny new world. He shuddered as he awoke in this place; it was some sort of plane of existence he'd never encountered in his years wielding the arcane magics. But his body seemed prime and whole; with the exception of a pair of golden colored gauntlets on his wrists. Twisted metal lined with precious gems throughout reflected an equal prism of color in his eyes as he looked at them.

The metal was skin tight, but it didn't feel tight. He tried to pull the bands, but a strange electric force fought against him, causing him pain.

He also realized that here, he was naked as a jaybird. He glanced down and noticed some considerable improvement to his cock, watching it swing back and forth before looking up to admire this plane. “Where...am I?" He asked himself. He could hear voices, they were just barely out of range for him to hear clearly, but he could hear the timbre of one in particular. “Goldhelm? Goldhelm! Wherever you are, release me! I command it!'

“Command?" Malmur's voice was loud and clear, and so was his laughter. “My dear Du'gan. You are in no position to command anybody; in fact..."

There was the sound of something that overtook the natural peaceful surroundings of this place; a sort of scraping noise that increased in intensity by the second, forcing Du'gan to cover his ears in shock and pain. The scratching sound grew louder, and louder until the world began to swirl around him again, emitting smoke around his body as he felt himself lift up, and up, and up even higher. He screamed as every bone in his body crackled every muscle rippled and every part of his environment become a great swirl of cloud and smoke until...

He was hovering above his friends; he recognized the altered forms of Channing and Ruberg, Bauber and Bennig and Keng all standing around him; looks of awe etched onto their faces. “What is this? What's happening?" He asked as he looked around and then down to see a razor blade being held by Goldhelm. And to his shock, the lower half of his body seemed to be coming from it; only a swirl of greenish colored clouds that connected him to the blade itself. He couldn't even see himself within its reflection; it was as if he was some figment of its imagination. “Wh-what..." His voice had trailed off.

“You are a Djinn." Malmur approached the man in his own body. “I mean you had to be, right? All your magic, all your might? We had to find some way to contain it. Thankfully Goldhelm had the idea..."

Du'gan glared at the dwarf. “Oh... did he?" He snarled. “And actually killing him was off the table then?"

“Silence!" Goldhelm ordered.

“Yes, master." Du'gan responded instantly, then a wash of emotion came over his face as he realized what he'd said. “Master, why did I call you “master"?"

“Because that's what he is to you, orc...er...Djinnorc maybe? Nothing but a slave to his will, you are required to grant him anything he desires. Do you understand that?"

A Djinn? A Djinn? Du'gan could hardly believe it himself, but he was experiencing it. A complete surge of pleasure rolled through his body as he realized the potential magic he could unlock if he could only- “No..." He said to himself.

“What was that dear?" Malmur asked, bringing his ear closer to the man.

“I said no! I will not be a pawn for your amusement! I will not be silent to this! Goldhelm you know this is wrong, if we do not destroy him now, he will--"

“Silence."

Again the request to be silent was met with an uncontrolled reaction, immediately closing the orc's lips. “You can feel it can't you, Du'gan? A desire...a need to grant our wishes..." He felt Goldhelm's hand touch his chest and slowly slide down it. “To fulfill our desires; that is a Djinn's gratification, is it not?" The dwarf ran his tongue along Du'gan's pectoral now, his hand slowly grasping the man's engorging cock. “Shall we test this? Keng's most powerful wish...is to have a second pair of arms, so that he can pleasure everyone at once...is that not so Keng?"

Keng nodded. “Yes. I wish it..."

There was that word: “Wish" it sent a shock of pleasure through Du'gan's body, it made his cock pulse and shoot a small string of precum against the dwarf's stroking arm. “AHHH!" He gasped loudly, still trying to fight it. As he did though, his hands radiated with a brilliant white light and he was forced to snap his fingers. Light shot down through both of Du'gan's arms, causing gold symbols to begin to etch themselves into his flesh. He also noticed that this wish began to spread the color of blue over his olive green skin. And in an instant, Keng had four mighty ogre arms. He roared loudly, his entire body undulating as he watched the ogre use each of his mighty arms and began to stroke Ruberg, Channig, Bauber and Bennig at the same time. He laughed at his use of dexterity, playing with their cocks as he leaned back and watched his own erection grow touching the other men.

“How did you like it...?" Malmur whispered into Du'gan's ear. “Was it pleasurable? Do you want more?"

“Ye--yesss---no! No! I do not! Release me!"

“He still struggles, Goldhelm, are you sure this was a good idea?"

Goldhelm grinned as he continued to stroke Du'gan's wet, slippery cock. “Oh yes... I think I know what to do this time...Channing?"

The elf-turned bearish bugbear looked up in the middle of being stroked off by Keng; his breathing heavy, his eyes a little dazed. “Wh-wha?"

“What is your desire?"

“Oh that's easy...I want to be fucked by more of my friends at once, I wish my body had another hole to take one or two more of their thick, massive cocks..." He growled in pleasure.

Again Du'gan moaned out. His nose tickled as he felt a thickening of his mustache at his face, it actually began to tingle as it twisted into a handlebar. “Ohhh fuck--ahh!" He panted loudly as he snapped his fingers and instantly let out a copious stream of precum now. This time, the end result was an extra hole on Channing's body. It was located on his taint just under his balls and immediately half an inch from his ass hole. Keng found it instantly and stopped stroking the others in order to give it his attention. He grabbed Channing's balls and brushed them aside, dragging his tongue along the pink flesh underneath; this wasn't just a hole, from Channing's response, this was a feeling actual living change to his body, which gave him pleasure. Pleasure that Du'gan was beginning to feel.

With a growl of impatience, Keng grabbed Channing and laid down flat with his cock in the air before setting the smaller former-elf bugbear on it and driving himself into him. Both he and Du'gan let out moans of pleasure as the ogre penetrated him. But he wasn't alone; now Ruberg was able to take his ass while both Bennig and Bauber pulled down on his head, sending his warm mouth along their metal-shafted cocks. Channing moaned and growled, being violated at every orifice. Again, that wave of pleasure passed through Du'gan and his skin was turning a more prominent shade of blue. The gold markings seemingly leaking off his armbands were making out distinct patterns; almost tattoos in his skin for every man being pleasured in this room now. And with that, a thick mustache was growing just under his nose. He could feel it almost burning from how much it tingled now. Putting his hands to his face, he realized that his beard had also changed. It was thicker on the top, but somewhat pointier toward the base, and there was a thick swirl in the hair as well. One that surprised even him.

It didn't end there; Bauber wished Bennig could see again, but also that he would only have eyes of lust for him, then Bennig asked for the stamina of a lion so he could breed his partners over and over again. Each wish granted giving Du'gan more and more pleasure. But he still refused to cum, he refused to give in. Ruberg wished for two cocks like a shark in order to fuck Keng and Channing at the same time, and he did relish in it. When finally it was Goldhelm's turn, the dwarf leaned in close so that he would hear. All the while, his fingers stroking the orc's beard. “I wish for a dildo, so that I may teach you the true pleasures of the flesh..." He whispered into Du'gan's ear.

In ecstasy, Du'gan obliged, fashioning a crystalline dildo big enough to be classified as a form of club, that appeared in Goldhelm's hand. He dragged the object along the orc's muscled torso, drawing lower and closer to his ass. And just as the pleasure of granting the dwarf's wish began to subside, he felt a new one slide deep into his ass. “AHHH! Gods...what--are you doing?"

“Give in, lad. Join us..." Goldhelm coaxed as he angled the dildo and pressed it in deeper. Occassionally slipping it back out and back in. By this time, Du'gan's skin had been almost completely coated i a cobalt blue, his eyes were a fiery gold color, his tongue dragging from his mouth down under his thick mustache. He knew he had given in; and more importantly, so did Goldhelm. “D'you want me to wish it lad? Do you want me to say “I wish for you to--"

“N-no...ahh! Fuck! I'm d-doing that myself! AHHHH!!!!" He let out a bellowing howl that filled the room, and made everyone else freeze in place as a torrent of cum finally began to explode from Du'gan's thick djinn cock. It was a mess; first, it sprayed across Goldhelm's smooth, hairless chest, coating it in a thick white sauce that began to drip down toward his nether regions. Then it began to spray across the ground under him. Unable to restrain himself, Goldhelm drove his mouth onto the shaft, taking in a few seconds of this torrent before finally pulling away and adding to the pulsing, madness of a mess he was leaving behind.

At last, the six adventurers were together again; tomorrow would lead them out onto a new adventure, toward the lands Malmur had previously dwelled in, to the promise of reconstruction and a new home... but for now...their messiest adventure had all night to be completed...and all of them were happy to indulge themselves...again, and again...

THE END