Love's Labors, Part 4
"Your people won't be in any danger," you assure Dura. "Quite the opposite, in fact. I'd like to see what you've accomplished here. Would you mind showing me around?"
The wary look in Dura's eyes does not go away; she obviously doesn't trust your motives for coming here. But, in the end, there isn't anything she can do about it. So she nods, leading you through the village as more of the orcish farmers start to cluster around, murmuring.
It's not a large village, and in many ways they've had to make do with little. But it's clear from her words that Dura is nevertheless fiercely proud—and protective—of what her small community of outcasts has managed to accomplish. "Last year, we even had a surplus to send back to her majesty," she states, as she shows you around their ramshackle granary, in a tone of voice that suggests even that much isn't common for these farming villages
That even just feeding themselves is a backbreaking struggle.
A gaggle of other orcs follow you around, whispering among themselves. Your inhuman senses, however, can easily pick out their conversation. The unexpected arrival of people so important and powerful as you and Ceriss is more excitement than most of them have ever seen. The children simply find it great fun, scampering along behind you while trying to figure out what it all means.
The orcs who are adolescent and older, however, seem to know a bit more about your actual reputation. They follow you and Ceriss with a nervous interest, uncertain what your arrival means for them. You happen to meet the gaze of one particular orcish farm girl. She's a plain young thing, showing less confidence than most of the others... but still unable to look away from the alluring sex demon that has abruptly invaded her previously-small corner of the world. The sex demon now holds all their fates in his hands.
You wink at her, making no secret whatsoever of how you're undressing her with your eyes. She blushes cutely, chewing at her lower lip, but she doesn't look away. Dura notices this and bristles, starting to talk louder and more insistently in an attempt to force your attention away from the people under her care. You allow her to do it, knowing there is no rush, no harm in taking things slow.
Finally, once you've seen all there is to see in the small, struggling village, you speak up. "Thank you," you say quietly, inflecting an earnest note into your voice as you all stand there in one of the fields. "It's very impressive, what all of you have achieved here."
Dura stares at you, searching your face for any sign of deceit. Of condescension. She must know how pitiful this place must seem to most other people... but it's just as obvious how much it means to her, outsiders' opinions be damned.
There's silence for a long moment. Then she looks away. "It was two years ago that her majesty gave us this place," she says, her voice rough. "Two years, since we started trying to wring blood from a stone. But we did it."
She gestures out at the meager harvest. You can only imagine the effort that must have gone into getting even that much. She turns back to you, and you can see the trepidation in her eyes. The worry about what your sudden appearance bodes for this place. The home that, against all odds, they've managed to carve out for themselves. "We did it..." the large, brawny woman repeats again, barely audible.
You step forward, placing her calloused hand in yours, starting to let just a hint of your aphrodisiac seep through. "Don't worry..." you murmur soothingly, running your thumb up and down, using all your skill to make the seemingly-small contact as sensuous and tempting as you can. "Even if others don't appreciate what you've done, her majesty does. And so do I. So please. Allow us to convey our gratitude, for all you've endured."
Dura shivers at your touch, a sudden blush crossing her face as unexpected emotions assail her. "I..." she begins, flustered, trying halfheartedly to pull away. "I... I'm not..."
It's then that Ceriss comes in, the tiefling wrapping her arms around the big orc from behind, holding her in place even as she slides her hands up Dura's muscular body. You give the village leader a stronger burst of your aphrodisiac, timed right for when Ceriss gropes her large breasts, feeling their bountiful heft in her hands. "Hush..." the sorceress says gently, reassuringly. "Don't worry. This is going to be so wonderful. For all of you."
Dura moans in your grasp. The surrounding crowd of villagers stand there, entranced, watching as their community's pillar of strength becomes putty in your hands. A few look nervously at each other, trying to decide if there's something they ought to do. But none of them are about to object against the Witch Queen's emissary.
And most of them are starting to feel the allure as well, even as they gape in astonishment at the scene playing out before them.
You start to untie Dura's simple, rough smock, working it down enough to expose her cleavage to your and Ceriss' direct fondling, which causes the orc woman to moan even more wantonly. Before long, you have it off entirely, the cloth pooling around her ankles as you start to finger her. She cries out, making breathless, ecstatic little gasps as you play with her, finally bringing her to orgasm with just your touch.
She slumps into Ceriss' arms, who lowers her to the ground. You share a look with the heroine, then nod your head toward the onlookers. You also reach out to touch her wrist, a glow forming around your palm.
Ceriss smiles in understanding, accepting your Corruptive Boon as you give her the most potent aphrodisiac you can manage. Her body takes to it surprisingly well, and you're able to empower her to a greater degree than any other mortal you've used it on so far. A resonance with her demonic heritage, perhaps?
As Ceriss adjusts to the new sensations washing over her, you lower yourself on top of Dura, shapeshifting out of your clothes. Dura gasps as she feels your cock align itself against her entrance, looking up in fear. Her jaded, mistrustful nature still warns her that she's in danger. You pause, reaching up to caress her cheek, an affectionate action she can't help put nuzzle into. Sinful pleasure washes over her, leaving the big woman feeling lost. Scared.
You lean down and give her a tender kiss. Then you thrust into her.
"Ahhhh!" Dura screams her unhinged delight to the skies as you claim her there, on her back in the middle of her fields, with her village watching. The simple farm matron is utterly unprepared for the pleasure that wracks her body as you despoil her, lost in bliss as you fuck her into the earth. Her composure completely crumbles, and she offers herself up to you in full view of the other villagers.
Ceriss is already on the prowl, sauntering over toward a group of orcish youths, her black dress slinking around the tiefling with each sway of her hips. One of the more adventurous farm girls steps nervously forward, and Ceriss rewards her by sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her into a fierce kiss. The orc maid melts into her immediately, while more and more start to cluster around, enticed by the alluring sight. Knowing with certainty that this will be their fate no matter what.
Beneath you, Dura is a wreck, gasping for breath as she cries out in wonder and bliss. You increase your pace, plowing into her prone form, until finally she reaches the limit of her endurance. You release into her flooding her with your seed, and with one last scream she goes limp.
Your work, of course, is far from done. You rise to your feet with demonic grandeur and presence, cock still fully erect and ready. The villagers' eyes are drawn to you, drinking in every move you make. You move through the small crowd, bestowing Boons left and right. None reject them. Not from their Queen's emissary.
Not after seeing what they just saw.
Soon the entire area descends into an orgy, as the villagers give vent to the intensified urges that course through their veins, the seductive example you set helping to tear down any repression or restraint. You see one orc lad, one of the relatively few males out here, double-teamed by an orc girl of about his age... as well as a full-fledged woman with a striking resemblance to her. You see a group of five girls who all seem to be friends throw themselves frantically together, clumsily rubbing their bodies together. Their skill and experience are both essentially nil... but they do their best to make up for it by sheer enthusiasm and yearning.
You grant Boons to the old soldiers you met on the way in as well, restoring some of their vigor and virility. To your surprise, instead of grabbing some of the orc maids out of the growing orgy... the two elderly veterans take up with each other instead, and soon their passion is added to the growing tumult of ecstasy.
It catches you off-guard since, to your understanding, Kovoran society doesn't usually look kindly on that sort of sex, viewing it as emasculating. Had they been forced to hide it all this time? Or—unthinkably worse—had they both been denying it entirely for all these years? Unable to admit it even to each other, except now in the heat of so many other broken inhibitions?
You can't help but shudder, the mere thought of such obscene self-denial being forced upon them making you feel ill. In an urgent attempt to distract yourself, you track down the orc maid you had winked at earlier. She's watching you, eyes even wider than before. Trembling... but she does not try to flee as you approach.
Soon her naked body is in your arms, her legs wrapped tight around you as your hands knead into her pert little ass. You have her pinned against one of the buildings, cock spearing deep into her deliciously tight cunt. Her eyes start to roll back in her head, the experience of her first time so earth-shattering that she's left gasping, begging incoherently, even as she tries to pull you tighter, deeper.
Glancing around, you see that Ceriss has taken a bit of a break, going over to where the children too young to participate in this themselves are clustered, watching the carnal scene with wide eyes. It looks like she's explaining things to them, at least in basic terms, conveying that there's nothing for them to worry about, that this is something that they'll understand better when they're older.
With one last thrust, you give the farm girl you're fucking your cum as well, causing her to orgasm yet again, her petite body clenching tight against you before slumping limp. You lower her carefully to the ground, propping her up against the wall you were fucking her against, before returning to the larger fray.
The orgy lasts for hours, until finally the mortal participants are spent. You look out across your handiwork: a small village's worth of naked, green-skinned orc bodies nestled against each other in murmuring, haphazard piles, some of them still tiredly humping each other.
You grin. While there might not be much you can do for the village's overall situation at the moment... at the very least it looks like you've managed to bring a source of enjoyment into their lives that wasn't there before, now that you've shown them what's truly possible once you shatter all those pointless inhibitions.
Gradually, the orcs pull themselves together again, looking around in slight embarrassment at the various partners that they'd all ended up taking in the heat of the moment. Dura still watches you like she has no idea what to make of you, or your intentions... but there's less outright mistrust in her eyes now. She knows full well how completely she was at your mercy. And she also remembers what a wonderful experience you gave her regardless.
Still, the farmers' work is never done. And the extent of this particular orgy has set them back a fair bit. Ceriss does what she can to pitch in and help, in particular placing some (very simple) charms on the farmers' tools that increase their efficacy. Not to any overwhelming degree; that kind of magic isn't her specialty, and she has little time to work with. Still, multiplied out across all the villagers, the overall effect is certainly helpful, and they throw themselves into their work with newfound enthusiasm.
That leaves the question of what you plan to do while waiting for your quarry, of course. You could pitch in as well. You'd probably only be of moderate use, given your physical strength and inexperience, but the simple act of helping them catch up on the missed work could help ingratiate yourself even closer with them. And maybe even allow you to study and pick up additional insights into Kovoran food production, and the challenges that are so grievously hampering Lily's efforts.
Alternatively, you could spend the time scouting the surrounding area, trying to locate an ideal position for your trap. It's probably not strictly necessary to catch a single air elemental. Still, you never know what could happen. And such preparation could provide a useful increase to your options in the event of the... unexpected complications... that are always a risk in such situations.
