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You continue suckling on her breasts one after the other while she reaches down and starts fondling your groin through your trousers, teasing only a little bit before pulling your fly to pieces and letting the useless cloth fall. She cups your pussy, aggressively rubbing her fingers up and down your slit and outright pinching your sensitive nub in its hood. You yelp in pain, but surprisingly your pussy takes well to it, moistening rapidly as your lower insides warm and flush with excitement. As she plays with you she pushes your face up level with hers by your chin, and sucks on your mouth like a sensual humanoid leach, lips sealing perfectly with yours, her jutting lower fangs somehow not a hindrance to the frantic play of your tongues. With your hands free it falls on you to complete the orc’s work of undressing herself, and you fumble with her huge belt buckle, dimly aware that it is the skeletal face of some unfortunate two-legged being like yourself. You shove her pants down and grab her full backside, pulling your groins together and grinding. Since she can no longer rub and finger you due to your stomachs mutually sealing off the area she reaches around you and digs her claws into your shirt and tears it to shreds, leaving bleeding, burning slashes on your skin, not that you care.

Around you the arms shop goes quiet, the bustle of the streets no longer getting through the windows, nor the door, which has shut. Only the hoarse breathing and grunting of you and your unexpected partner fill your ears.

The orc crushes herself against you, your tits squashing and melting into each other, the nipples bouncing and rubbing against each other as if wrestling to see which could dent the other breast deeper. After a while she pulls free, jumps on the counter and shoves you to your knees between her opening thighs. She growls like a wild beast as you get to work licking her pussy. The noise is like a challenge. She is insulting you as mere human woman, an ape. She looks upon you as your chimp cousins look on bonobos, mere machines of lovemaking. Accepting her sexual contest you give your best growl into her sopping cunt, making it your mission to show her just how savage an ape woman can be.

Face buried between the orc’s legs, sucking in her intoxicating essence through your nose, your lips and between your teeth, you fail to see the light change around you. It’s only when something very furry and very big brushes against your bare back that your fears return. It is too late however; two hands attached to brutally powerful arms hold your head in place, and you can’t get enough of the taste. You know the pussy you’re eating is changing, its shape, texture and scent shifting, but you can’t muster the will to stop. The only split second where yours and her flesh part is when a large axe or pole-arm somewhere out of view clatters to the floor and startles you. Even in that tiny moment you recover enough to see cause for complete panic. Yet all you can manage is a muffled squeak, still lapping up the juice from your gushing lover.

Your last thought as your body begins to turn and your soul blackens, the demon taking it over and remaking it in its image, is befuddlement at the purple spheres of light sprouting out of nowhere all around. That they reveal the demonic form of the orc in all her violet-skinned glory as you continue to drink her pussy is secondary to the question of their nature. A voice whispers to you “the tears are multiplying. Soon the boundary will shred.” But you are reborn a corrupt monster before you have a chance to know the slightest inkling of what that meant.