A ritual in his honor

"We have prepared a traditional Orcish ritual in your honor," Mazoga continued, one hand resting on his back, his skin tingling where he could feel her touch through his thin robe. "We would be honored if you would join us."

Nyl nodded, finding his mouth too dry to be able to form words, all of a sudden it felt like there was a lump in his throat and he felt uncomfortably hot, his skin was prickling and sensitive where Mazoga had touched him. He shimmied his hips, his petite prick in between was painfully hard, pressed up against the smooth material, he had never felt like this before, his entire body felt like it was burning up, his thoughts sluggish and hazy as if head was filled with fog. Shelgak and Mazoga led him from the dining room they had been occupying, their hands constantly touching him, rubbing up against him, as if they had no idea just how sensitive he was, that just their touch was driving him insane. They led him into another room, which seemed to have been converted into a small chapel, in the center there was a crude altar, a large wooden bowl atop it as well as various bottles containing different liquids and other knick knacks. The walls were covered with various tapestries, most depicting Orcs in different situations, battle, hunting but there were a couple that he didn't quite understand what was going on, all the bodies were twisted up together and he couldn't make sense of what it was supposed to portray.

"We Orcs do not worship the Goddess as you do, we worship the primal spirits of the land." Mazoga explained, the sound of the door closing shut behind him echoing in his head. "This ritual will grant you their blessing, granting you great strength and virility."

Nyl listened along silently, his thoughts too slow to wonder what he would be needing strength and virility for, instead his only concern was that he not anger the two hulking women at his side and the sensations currently overwhelming his body. Mazoga went around the room lighting various candles and incense, a thick fog quickly flowing out from them, swirling around the room, infusing it with a deep enticing aroma. He breathed deeply, filling his nose with the potent scent, it felt simultaneously familiar yet foreign, though he found himself enjoying it. The heat in the room started to gently increase, making the atmosphere something head and indulgent, it left him all feeling nice and warm, the burning heat in his body reduced to a pleasant buzz that filled his being.

"For this next part, we will all have to undress." Shelgak stared down at him, he had trouble making out her words though, strangely distracted by the impressive bust between them.

For a long moment, Nyl stood there, indulging in the pleasant scent until he realized that they were waiting on his response, he had found himself oddly mesmerized by Shelgak's form, her large bust with a slight sheen of sweat on it, the way her lips moved, much darker than the surrounding skin, her tusks pointing out from in between. He couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have those lips pressed up against his own, would her tusks hurt him? No he imagined that they would feel incredible, her soft lips smothering his own, her tongue plunging into his mouth.

"Hm?" He said after an awkwardly long time, having got lost in his daydream. "Oh, yeah. Sounds great."

Nyl let out a soft moan as he felt Shelgak's hands undressing him, strong, deft fingers pulling at the various strings and buttons that held his outfit together, his mind far too focused on the sensations of his body to be thinking troublesome thoughts such as 'Should I be getting naked in front of these orcs?' or 'What the hell is this ritual even for?'. It didn't take long for Shelgak to strip him of his robes, and as was common for his people, he wore nothing underneath, the silken garment falling to the ground to pool in a lump at his feet, the air of the room felt so wonderfully cool against his hot body, each slight breeze close to making him moan in pleasure when he felt it on his overly-sensitive skin.

The two Orcs took a second to appreciate the now naked Elven femboy in front of them, their hungry yellow eyes drinking in the sight of his creamy porcelain-white skin, plump thighs and supple stomach. Nyl stood there with eyes closed, his mind awash with the sensations all over his body and the thick musky scent of the incense filling his head. The Orcs moved back in around him, their larger forms coming to press up against his, if he were still thinking straight he would have realized that he was the only one that was naked, instead he just let out whimpering little moans as they ran their hands over his body, one of their rough digits pressed up against one of his nipples, drawing a sensuous little gasp of air as his body trembled at the sudden sensation.

"Next, we shall anoint you in oils." He heard Mazoga's voice echo through the fog filling up his brain.