The Longest Road, Part 34
In your magnanimity, you give the orcs some fairly extensive pointers on how to best make use of their vastly improved sexual prowess. Training from an incubus is a rare gift in and of itself, and between the increased arousal from the boon you've imparted to them and your own charisma playing up the idea, they seem quite eager to give your lessons a try.
And you have just the target in mind. Following your earlier idea, you lead them out on an impromptu patrol. They mount up on horses, while you take to the skies, moving on an intercept course toward the route that you estimate the young assassin is taking. Your group moves quickly, and it doesn't take you long before you encounter her. She really had almost reached the border.
The murderous teen is in a significantly more disheveled state than when last you saw her. She'd tried to alter her course on so many occasions—more than a dozen times over—fighting you with stubborn resolve. Your response each time was no less merciless than your first reprisal. Each time, a devastating orgasm that somehow provided no actual release, only heightening the base arousal from the Corruptive Boon itself. She'd been left with only her fingers for comfort, and... well, it doesn't seem to have been much comfort at all.
She looks up as the squad of orcs surround her, her eyes going wide as they dismount. You land directly in front of her, just inside their perimeter. "Why, hello again," you say. "I believe that we have some unfinished business to conclude. The matter of your actions against Khaytala."
The girl swallows, taking a few shaky steps back, looking back and forth for an escape that is nowhere to be found. "I could ask the Witch Queen to throw you into the dungeon," you continue. "Or consign you to hard labor in the mines. You could spend the rest of your life locked away from the sun. Or..."
You make a sweeping gesture with your hand. "...you could pay your debt in a different way. This fine group of warriors have recently pledged themselves to my mistress, and I would like to provide them with a servant or two, to help provide for the practicalities of life around their barracks. Cooking... cleaning... as well as any other duties they might require. What do you think of my proposal?"
The girl doesn't reply. She doesn't need to. You both know this is just a game you're playing with her, like a cat plays with a mouse. She isn't going to say no. After so many days of constant arousal, tormented with increasing pleasure every time she tried to disobey... she doesn't even try to say no. She was defeated long before you even arrived.
Around her the orcs are closing in, a wall of green muscle that looms over her young body. Their leader, Ghazar, makes the first move, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her down to her knees. She doesn't resist much. She looks up at him, breathing heavily with need, as he undoes his belt. His cock lands across her face with a meaty slap. It covers up one of her eyes, but the other looks up at him needily as she breathes deep of his scent.
Ghazar's large hands completely engulf her head as he takes hold of the assassin and begins to facefuck her. More of his fellows join in, and soon they've torn off her clothes, two of the orcs spitroasting her, finally giving her the release that she's been denied for so many days on end. Soon, she's eagerly returning the favor, frantically jerking off an orc with each hand. Your students are performing admirably, and you can tell that it's a revelation for them as well. They've never had sex that felt this good before.
A large part of it is the enhancements you've given them... but it's also due to your instruction. They aren't approaching this as just a show of domination. It still is that—they are most certainly making her their bitch—but they're also taking care to drive her to the heights of ecstasy in the process, and the reciprocity it creates makes for a far different experience from what they've been raised to expect.
You watch appreciatively as the gangbang continues, orcs rotating in and out to each take their turn with the young assassin, claiming her in every hole. Occasionally you call out advice, but for the most part you just enjoy the show. They come in her. They come on her. They come over and over again, and so does she, her screams of pleasure muffled by the cocks in her mouth.
Hours later, when the orcs are finally taking a break, you approach where her cum-drenched body lies limp on the ground. Sliding your foot under her chin, you incline her head to look up at you. Her eyes are bleary, but she's hanging onto consciousness. "I did warn you..." you say. "I said could walk away, while you still had the chance."
It takes a few seconds for her eyes to focus. But once they do, you watch as the last remnants of her hate and resistance crumble into submission. "...no..." she whispers her voice barely audible from sheer exhaustion. "...this...so good...where...I belong...actually...happy..."
You smile as you look down at her, then turn and walk away. The orcs make ready to leave as well, one of the flinging the naked body of their new attendant over his shoulder. "Take good care of her," you say. "And stand by for further orders. I expect that I'll have some new patrol routes for you soon. We need to make certain that our borders are secure, and I don't trust the job Varthurg and his lackeys are doing."
There's a great deal of work left before you can depart, and you're acutely aware that your element of surprise will only last so long. Your current plan for Verika's corruption, in particular, will collapse if she finds out that Khaytala has defected to Kovora before you can enact it. Or even worse, if she finds out while you're enacting it.
So you throw yourself into your preparations, and in just a couple days you're as ready as you'll ever be. Unlike the last time, you aren't departing from the tower, since Khaytala is accompanying you. Instead, you say your goodbyes at the fortress gate. Both you and Khaytala are on horseback, while Rysanial stands alongside you.
"I'll let you know what I find out about this gnome," the succubus says. "Not sure yet whose lips I'll have to loosen... but I'm sure I'll find someone." She gives you a wink, blows a kiss to Lily and Kelissa, and then takes to the air, eventually vanishing off into the distance.
Lily approaches your horse from the side. "Good luck," she says, looking up at you with concern. "And please... be careful."
"Always," you reassure her with a grin. You also note that—alongside that concern for you—you can see a stronger, more realized hope in her eyes. She's seen you succeed now. She's truly starting to believe that her desperate plan could actually work.
Khaytala pulls her horse around to the other side, leaning down to affectionately ruffle the younger girl's hair. "Don't worry," the fallen heroine says. "I won't let anything happen to him. Just concentrate on holding things together back here, and we can all get through this one step at a time."
Lily nods appreciatively. Then she steps back, allowing the two of you to set your horses to a gallop and strike out for the border.
As you ride, Khaytala glances over at you and laughs. "Gotta say..." she remarks. "If someone had told me I'd end up here when I first set out on that caravan trip with you... I'd have told them they were out of their mind."
You chuckle, glancing back. "Regrets?"
Khaytala does take the time to ponder that for a moment. Then she shakes her head. "Nope," she says, giving you a wide smile. "Not a single damn one. Now come on, let's go show Verika what she's missing out on."
