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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, letting your hardening cock flop free into her waiting hand. As she squeezes you tight and starts pulling up and down your length 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 play with your dick due to it pressing into her stomach 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.

Still latched onto you, crushing herself against you as if to try and become you, she pulls, twists, and you both jump onto the counter writhing. She spreads her legs under you and claws at your dick to get it in position. Fortunately you spare a hand to straighten your aim before she can do any serious damage. With a bestial growl you thrust into her, determined to impress upon her that apes have just as much sexual rage in them as any of the more overtly brutish species. It’s at this point, with your arms holding your upper body’s weight above the table, looking down at the creature you just buried yourself in, that you see your grave error. For all you can see now the light has faded so, is the burning yellow of your lover’s eyes glowing brighter and brighter by the second. At the same time you can hear a low whoosh, almost a rumble, and the faint clanging of every weapon in the shop trembling. Yet you can’t bring yourself to stop, can’t stop fucking that orc pussy. You don’t know if your cock would even return if you tried to pull out or if it would simply rip at the root and stay embedded in warm cunt never to serve you again.

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 fuck 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.