Corrupting the Muscle

After a bit more debating, Delvin and Felnira returned to the privacy of a magical space to keep things easier for Delvin before Felnira returned to her Glacia form and started sucking Delvin off for a few hours. She would be returning to the guild under the guise that she hadn’t been corrupted and changed, but she still needed a good excuse to tell Shirona when she got back, one that would direct suspicions opposite of Delvin’s way. Their debate ended with Delvin sticking to his plan to corrupt the guild enforcer, Revaria.

Revaria was an attractively built Orc Amazon; she was a primal warrior with a reputation among the guild itself that said you didn’t want to mess with her. And given what happened with Dalia in the raid decades ago, almost no one in the guild was opposed to the idea of the most powerful warrior of the guild taking charge on Delvin’s supply run. After Dalia’s death, the guild insisted on Delvin just making his shopping a request for the guild, so he didn’t have to venture far, but he made runs himself two or three times a month to keep from getting too antsy.

Delvin made sure to have all his magical storage bags ready to go; they really helped with supply runs. He knew the guild worried for him; he was raised with the guild nearby his whole life. But Delvin was a naturally social individual; the same group of individuals in and out every day could usually work for him, given how many people were in the guild; the thing about Delvin was that he was a natural collector of stories, and sometimes that meant visiting the nearest town to hear what the latest gossip was.

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Felnira was grateful the shopping runs usually took a few days, both ways, it meant more opportunities for Delvin’s power to seep in and corrupt the target with time to spare; she was extra grateful that Revaria was free to play the part of his bodyguard, the orc woman practically jumped at the opportunity. Revaria was a newer member of the area; she had only joined up with the guild in six or seven years ago; she was always looking for an opportunity to test her strength, and had expressed some level of interest in Delvin from time to time.

Revaria was practically a model example of an orc, a people who prized physical strength, and skill over almost anything else. For the most part, orcs lived in semi-nomadic tribal communities, places where it didn’t matter if you were male or female so long as you had something to contribute to the group. Religiously, orcs were matriarchal; they practically had it as a rule only females could be their religious leaders; while the rest of their society was patriarchal, it was highly uncommon for females to be outright warriors; Revaria had actually been exiled by her people because of her insistence on being a warrior. She pulled off the primal warrior look well, a loincloth and bra made from some kind of untreated animal hide she had managed to scrape up in the desert southwest of the area in the confines of another nation. Revaria was very capable in battle, and her social ability wasn’t that egregious. That all said, the busty orc woman did only have one male in the general vicinity, and she wanted to impress a male from time to time. Delvin, prior to his awakening as the future master of the guild, was a collector and teller of stories and lore; Revaria was actually known to get enthralled in his storytelling from time to time, mostly fantasizing about tales of her how exploits could be projected by a storyteller.

Being given the opportunity to spend personal time with Delvin for an extended period of time was almost an opportunity so good for Revaria that she couldn’t miss out on. She wanted to show off her capabilities to a guy without anyone there to get in her way; that and more were practically guaranteed. Felnira marked it as a go with green ink almost immediately, which surprised Shirona until it was explained away as expediting the run, so they didn’t have to worry so much about it. Shirona was a little caught off guard at how fast Felnira approved it, but she figured it was just trying to help one of the more fidgety members out during a lull time.

Shirona thought Felnira was off for a bit, but when she came back, everything looked like it was doing better; maybe all the guild master needed was a break, especially since the thing Shirona was asked to look into didn’t turn up anything worth mentioning. It was probably the stress of being a guild master finally catching up to the mage. After making sure the orc woman was good to go, both Shirona and Felnira wished her luck and watched her pass through the door.

Felnira knew the orc would come back changed, in a new way, but Shirona was still in the dark. Shirona had also passed on some charms to make travel to and from the down a bit more comfortable. She just hoped the two came back with little to speak of the incident. The concerns Felnira expressed before her little break was still jostling around in the back of Shirona’s mind; they were legitimate concerns for those in their profession and usually took more than a couple of days to get over.

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It was fully anticipated they would get there after market hours, so a stay in or near town was fully expected. Delvin had his tower spell, and Revaria had been given the magical mansion charm, which she was expected to return after the errand. Revaria was every bit the definition of an Amazonian warrior; she was taller the Delvin by a good foot or two, had buff and well-defined muscles all over her body, her bust was an easy DD-Cup, her legs were toned and fit, and her ass was a little pillowy but mostly firmly toned. Her reddish brown skin was typical of orcs from the desert she hailed from and its red sands; her tusks were also protruding in a way that gave that extra layer of the “savage beauty” some people talked about, and were actually pretty cute in their own right.

And now the two had been on the road for maybe fifteen minutes; they had just passed by the church a few minutes prior. Delvin handed the orc woman one of the travel snacks he had baked the day before, which was also infused with his fiendish essence. Given it had taken just a couple of days to have the corruption spread through Felnira, and had made that food the same day he tested his ability to corrupt others, Delvin was curious about what would happen if he allowed it to set for a day or more, so he made some travel snacks the day before and would parcel them out to his traveling companion on the first and second day of travel to see how that influenced her corruption between feedings.

The orc woman took the snack gratefully, it had been quite some time since she had last eaten anything of substance, and hunger was as much an opponent as any bandit, beast, or monster, sometimes more so.

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It wasn’t until they were coming up on the gates of Halderstead that Revaria could feel itching in her pudendum that was quickly yet slowly making its way to the rest of her body. When the two were almost at the gates, she felt an itching in her inner thigh and looked down to see an inked hand ax fade from her inner thigh for a moment; she wondered if she imagined it. The itch was still there, and had spread through her thighs up her waist, but she didn’t see any more tattoos on her figure. She absentmindedly scratched the small of her back as the tingle became more noticeable there, as she and Delvin crossed the threshold into town.

The market was bustling in the afternoon sun; the two had arrived an hour or two after the noon had set in, which was just a few minutes after the market opened; if they were lucky, the two would be heading back afterward that same day and probably wouldn’t need to spend the night anywhere. Things didn’t always go that smoothly; Delvin managed to find and purchase everything she was after but was told by Delvin she should probably have the blacksmith take a look at her weapon; the orc woman had a bad habit of not maintaining her weapons as frequently as she probably should have. The blacksmith said it would be a few hours before she could inspect and mend Revaria’s ax, this annoyed and irked the orc woman more than she was willing to admit.

When the two finally finished up, mostly due to the waiting on Revaria’s weapon at the blacksmith’s shop, it was maybe half an hour until the gates were set to close, and Revaria really wanted to get back to the guild building, mostly so she could see if there was a mission with something for her to hit with her weapon. Neither wanted to bother the church for a place to sleep; it usually looked down on those that were local asking for a bed for the night because time got away from them. Revaria recalled a cave nearby, one where she had helped clear out some dire wolves a few weeks prior, and figured it would be a good place to hole up for the night, assuming it didn’t have any new occupants that were potentially hostile. She led Delvin to the cave, and was about to settle in for a rest on the ground when Delvin reminded her of the magical mansion charm; all she had to do was put it somewhere out of the way after activating it, then retrieve it in the morning when they were out. Truth be told, Revaria completely forgot about the charm; she had tucked it away in her bag basically forgotten about it; also, the itching sensation from before the two entered the town was engulfing her body; it was difficult to remember some things; and it was taking all her self-control to not scratch everywhere and ask Delvin to help relieve the itch.

It took a few minutes, but she got the charm activated and put it somewhere someone or something couldn’t abscond with it without considerable effort. The two then passed through the magical gateway to the manor inside. It was kind of cozy, even if the decor was a bit offputting with all the winter theming; the guild master had probably been the one to cast the spell the charm contained. A pair of snowflakes at the door picked up the two, and a separate set of snowflakes got their gear, and carried the two to their rooms.

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It hadn’t even been a full hour since Revaria, and her gear, was dropped into her room. She was sitting naked on a very nice bed; the room seemed to be tailored to her, even with the exterior aesthetics differing, and even in privacy, her scratching wasn’t enough. She had even spotted tattoos of weapons flashing in and out of sight all over her body. She couldn’t take it anymore; she threw open her door and marched over two Delvin’s room, which was near her own at only a door or two down from hers; she knocked on his door a bit more forcefully than she intended. The orc woman was completely naked, and she knew it, but she really didn’t care at that point; all that mattered was sating the itch all over the outside and inside of her body.

When Delvin opened the door, Revaria drank in his naked form, and his member was at the limits for a typical human, which put it on par with some orc cocks. Revaria had almost been forced into sex a few times, so she had seen quite a few orc dicks, but she actually had little to no experience in actual sex. The orc woman made her way into the room, completely ignoring its aesthetics before saying, “The itch,” before blanking out. When she came to, Delvin was pounded her up against the wall, and she was enjoying it. Revaria could feel her womb moving down to meet his cock, she could feel Delvin releasing a powerful load into her, and all she could do was cry and scream in erotic delight. It was at this moment she knew what the itch was, her own sexual need; he continued to pound her for who knows how long and poured his dick milk into her at least six more times.

Revaria almost blacked out again as she felt her body changing in a set of erotic and exciting new ways, a few minutes after her sex with Delvin had started. First, her bust ballooned into a set of HH-Cups, her ass expanded to half that size while keeping its toned figure, her eyes turned a steely blue with her pupils turning into a set of paired blades that changed every few seconds, her skin turned a bright crimson with an iron-like tint, her tusks grew to twice their size with a pair of fangs forming from above to pair with them perfectly, and her body became covered an iron black tattoos that were constantly shifting and changing into other weapons, the shifting weapons in her chest, neck, face, and head regions were always smaller weapons, but the weapons beneath her breast line were of varying sizes that occasionally protruding into the space with the exclusively smaller weapons for a moment; there were even tattoos of small weapons on her fangs and tusks that constantly shifted.

“Mhmmhmmmmmm, master,” said the transformed Revaria.

“State your name and relation to me,” said Delvin, getting fiendishly excited about who he would get to after this.

“I am Armalia, your loyal slut,” she said with pride, “would you like to continue pounding me? Or would prefer I suck your cock?”

“I’m going to spend the night with my cock inside you,” said Delvin with a smirk, “then when we are on our way out of this magical space, you are to return to your prior form and act as if nothing has changed; until instructed otherwise. Glacia, your sister, will fill you in on the plan; she is currently pretending she is still the guild master known as Felnira Chill.”

The demoness licked her lips in anticipation, “Who is to become your next loyal demonic slut?”

“All part of your briefing with your sister, she will arrange for private time for the two of you to speak freely, and get to know each other more intimately. Be sure not to fuck up the plan; your abilities and power are of great importance to me; we wouldn’t want you doing something that gets in the way of my plans and your proper rewards for good service.”

“I can’t wait until you have more sluts at your beck and call.”