Journeys of Cyrus 3

Some time had passed since Nuri finally became a true warrior. After some celebration she knew it would be back to business as usual. This, of course, ment hard training. She knew better than to complain to her master, but that didn't stop her from wishing for at least one more day of goofing off. Cyrus had felt it was time to introduce a new level to the training. It was something he had done many times in his day. It was going to be hard times, especially for the male.

"You want us to get horny?"

The ebony dragon stuttered, taken a back by the red dragons sudden question. "No, its not-" he collected himself. "I found that denial of one's base desires sharpens the mind and senses. Experiences gained during this time will likewise be more acute. When the fire of passion burns inside the warriors skill truly emerges."

The female didn't follow, thinking that such 'passion' would be a hindrance. Her master had usually been right about these sorts of things so she knew to put her faith in him. Cyrus broke a strange root in half and offered one part to his student. "This is known to set the soul aflame with lust. We must control ourselves and not give in for as long as we can. This includes private affairs."

Nuri chuckled. She did enjoy seeing her master dance around saying crude words like jerking it. She took the root and took a bite. She gagged, the taste being unbearably terrible. Cyrus laughed. She bent over, pulling the vile plant from her mouth.

"You are ment to boil it!" He said between chuckles. 

"Thanks for the heads up." She said as she gave a quick flick to her teachers crotch. 

Nuri hadn't noticed the effects immediately, but she was greatful that the taste was diluted by the water. Within the first night she knew something was different she had woken up in a cold sweat, her crotch damp  with vaginal fluids. She saw that Cyrus was struggling too. He was asleep, but his twitching erection seemed ready to erupt at the slightest provocation. Images flashed in her mind of jumping up and thrusting it deep inside of her. She had to catch herself to stop. She couldn't give in after the first day, Cyrus would never let her live that down. She walked and dunked her head in a nearby cold river to try and dull her passions. Sleeping out of sight of an erect penis helped her relax as well. 

In the following weeks the two trained like usual. The burning desire made focusing on the task at hand neigh impossible. Nuri didn't think Cyrus got flaccid for more than a few hours at the most.

Currently they were focused on endurance training. The black dragon stood over a running river. He was in a low squat. His stones were tied to another set of actual stones. The rocks were in the water and being pulled by the rushing current. He forced himself to maintain this position, ignoring pain and fatigue. Every motion of the river felt as though someone was attempting to sever his gems from his body. The desire to stop this sensation was strong. This wasn't the only desire he had to battle with.

His eyes shifted to the land. Nuri grunted and bent down, her tail swinging on the ground and kicking up dirt. She breathed deep and picked up a large stone. His eyes went wide for a moment seeing her womanhood glisten with sweat and fluids. She lifted the rock above her head and positioned herself on one end of a makeshift see saw. She stood with her legs apart, pussy above one end of a strong stick. She tossed the rock in the air. It slammed down and rocketed the other end of the stick upwards. She grunted and lurched forward. Cyrus saw her struggle and even in his lust filled state flet a beam of pride seeing her resolve. 

This was interrupted by a new jolt of pain in his loins. He turned his attention back to the river. A large piece of debris was snagged on the rocks in the water and making them pull even harder on his nuts. This was not entirely unexpected during this training. He grunted and forced himself to maintain his position. His large muscles flexed and strained at the effort. He grunted as sweat glistened down his body. 

This didn't go unnoticed by Nuri, who was ready to toss the rock she was carrying again. She looked at her master and unconsciously bit her lip. Seeing him covered in sweat and exerting himself like that drove her crazy. She couldn't help but think what he would look like if he were on top of her, his sweat dripping down on her. She tossed the rock, as she had done dozens of times that day without thinking. Only when the wood of the stick shot up into her crotch was she snapped back to painful reality. Being totally unprepared made this hit sting particularly harshly. She bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. She could hear Cyrus yell out not too soon after. "Perhaps we are due for a break."

The two dragons sat down, both equally wide legged. Cyrus face was looking up, carefully studying the clouds as they flew across the sky. Nuri leaned in close "what is it?"

The black dragon was snapped out of his cloud watching and responded "what?"

"You have that look on your face." She said, tilting her head "that look that says 'I'm old and remembering something from the past.' You get that look sometimes and it means a cool story. So spill."

The older dragon felt conflicted about being mocked for his age and having the student be eager to hear his tales. He decided to simply comply with her request. "Its just this sky reminds me of an important day in my life. I remember all of it in such clarity. I didn't think that day would be important to me."

Nuri scooted her butt across the ground to be in front of her master, sensing this story would be a good one. Cyrus continued, almost unaware of his students movement. 

"This was some time ago. I had completed my trials and was recognized as a full warrior. I was with my master and we were traveling back to our tribe after a skirmish with some minotaur. I tell you, you never forget the feeling of hard hoof on your crotch."

Nuri wished to press him on details on that but chose a different line of question. "You never spoke of your master much. Why is that?"

"Ah, I suppose I hadn't. I guess I mostly speak of her deeds rather than her. Its just." He paused for a second, thinking of how to express himself "it feels like I cannot describe her accurately. Looking back I feel like I'm always so far behind her. Even now I feel I have a long ways to go to catch up with her."

Nuri smiled "youre usually good with words, give it your best shot." 

Cyrus rubbed the horns on the back of his head and continued. "She was large. In every sense of the word. She stood a full head taller than me. She had bright red scales, that looked more brilliant than any ruby. Her muscles were harder than steel, and it was rare to see her struggle with any physical task." Cyrus laughed "she often lamented that she could not hold on to any one weapon for too long, as they all break in her hand. Her breasts were sizable, even taking into account her tall stature." Nuri couldn't help but see Cyrus getting erect again, but was unable to think of a sarcastic comment as her own loins were burning hearing about this larger than life figure. 

Without warning she grabbed her masters hands and brought them to her own breasts. His eyes widened at this breifly. Nuri spoke "so compared to mine how busty is she?" The red dragons chest was of a good size and it took a moment for Cyrus to fully process the request. He gulped and let go of his students chest before moving them away slowly. Motioning he outlined what would roughly be double d sized breasts. "And mind you she was about seven feet tall so they are proportional to her."

The younger dragon looked at her own chest and suddenly felt somewhat inadequate. Cyrus leaned back to compose himself. He continued.

"Her horns were long, almost like that of a ram. This is a testament to her long life. I dare say she is probably one of the oldest of our kind who are not divine. That didn't stop her from feeling almost divine to me. When she spoke she spoke with purpose. Her gaze was powerful, with icy blue eyes that can peer through into anyone's sole. Yet there was always a kindness to her. She had such a large heart, always willing to help anyone in need. Sometimes a short quest with her could take substantially longer because some bandits terrorized a small village and we had to root them out. And when she did do battle it was like seeing a old legend brought to life. She cut through a chaotic battlefield like a knife. It was as though she could predict every move her opponent's were going to make before they even had time to think. Of course she still had the dragonic fury. Those who raised her ire were quickly dispatched. The lucky ones were left with broken bones. The less lucky were left with things that don't heal when broken." He said, shifting his legs a bit closer together, undoubtedly remembering a nasty crotch shot someone took.

He continued. "That is what she is like. No matter how hard I try I don't think I can properly convey her to you. She is the one who set me on the path of the warrior. Before she took me under her wing I was unruly, disrespectful to my elders, and would pick a fight with anyone who looked at me wrong. Then she showed me what a dragon could be and I knew I wanted to be just like her. Like I was saying we made our way back to the tribe. She was carrying a stone pillar over her shoulder, her current weapon of choice. I followed her to a blacksmith. One of our finest, responsible for creating many mighty weapons. When she came out I saw her holding a very large blade. It was as long as I am tall. Its brilliance was almost blinding in the direct sunlight. If I had to name it I think I would call it 'a huge fuck off sword'". He said with a smirk. 

Nuri looked over to her masters weapon. "She gave you your sword?"

The older dragon nodded "indeed. I didn't know it just yet. I told her I was happy for her and hoped she wouldn't break it too soon. She smiled and looked down at me. But there was almost a sorrow in her eyes. She then presented the weapon to me. I was excited at this, as it is a very fine weapon, but I couldn't shake the feeling she had more to tell me. I placed the weapon aside and asked what was wrong. I'll never forget what happened next. She told me that I was her student no longer. Of course my heart sank at this, fearing that I had done wrong. But her kind expression quickly dispelled any such notions. Those blue eyes were such a mix of pride and sadness. She trained countless dragons before me, but this must never be easy. She told me that I must be a teacher now. I must go and find those in need and help them to grow like she had done for me. I must be a sheild for those too weak to defend themselves. I must be a light for those lost in the dark. Most of all, a teacher for those who need guidance. Hearing all the faith she had in me caused my eyes to water. I struggled to keep it inside. When she held me in her arms, I'm not ashamed to admit I cried like a child."

Cyrus paused and looked at his student. "No jokes about the big bad dragon crying?"

Nuri smiled wide "No, this is adorable as hell!"

The black dragon felt himself blush. He continued "I was just reminded of that day. Thats why I'm so happy to be training one such as you. I see great potential in you. I swear to you, in front of all the dragonic gods that I will do all I can to help you grow into a warrior like her. I know you have the potential within you."

Nuri was surprised by this. She was expecting a story of him getting his nuts crunched but got an emotional tale along with him gushing about her. Words got stuck in her throat. Instead she expressed herself by hugging her master tight. The emotion of the moment was a bit ruined by her feeling his dick on her thigh. She didn't let that stop her, and looked him in the eye. "I think we rested enough, I'm ready to get back to training."

With renewed vigor the two of them trained and by the time night came both of them where exhausted and very sore. They shared a tent and that tent accumulated all the smells of two people who had a hard workout. Not that either of them disliked this, the smell of sweat only served to push their desires into overdrive. Even if both were tired neither could sleep. They lay awkwardly for a while before Nuri broke the silence. 

"You've done this before. How can you get to sleep when your crotch is in pain and wet?"

Cyrus thought for a moment before speaking "well, the wet part dosnt usually effect me but we can massage the pain away at least."

The red dragon might have pointed out that this would be breaking the rule he set two weeks ago but she didn't care. She rolled over to face the black dragon. They lay next to each other, faces near each others groins. The smell of the others sexes were overwhelming. Tentatively at first they reached out and touched each other. They were both working under the pretense of a helpful massage and nothing more. Nuri gently rubbed her masters massive balls. They were made even bigger by being backed up and abused. She felt him shudder when her hands made contact. She wasn't sure exactly how to massage nuts but she did her best. Judging by the bobbing of his dick she could tell he enjoyed it.

Cyrus reached a hand up and rubbed his students pussy. It was warm to the touch and he could already feel his fingers getting wet. He took great pains to make sure his fingers never went inside, as this was a simple massage. He continued this, almost playing with her vagina lips as he rubbed his fingers across her womanhood.

The two of them continued for a short time before they picked up the tempo. They rubbed faster and both moaned louder. The black dragons dick bobbed, almost begging to be touched. Likewise the red dragons vagina was almost sucking in the males fingers. They still held firm to their training.

This wasn't ment to be as Cyrus balls tightened and he shot his seed across and into the belly of his student. She Likewise yelled out loudly as she climaxed, coating the males hand in her juices. They lay there for a moment, panting and trying to collect themselves. "Does this count as us failing the training?" Asked Nuri. 

Cyrus rolled onto his back. "It dosnt feel like we failed."

Journeys of Cyrus 2

Crackling of fire and howling wind was heard in the desert twilight. Two figures sat around and were lit by flames. Both of them sat in a wide stance, still sore from the trial of the night previous. Cyrus, the older dragon of the duo sat with pride, knowing his student had become a full fledged warrior. He looked massive even as he was on the ground. He was still naked, not seeing the point in putting on his loincloth when he would be spending the rest of the night resting at camp. He was stout, having strong bulky muscles over his body. His chest and stomach were a stunning shade of yellow, almost reflecting the light of the fire. The rest of his body was a dark black, and this was all finished with purple tattoos. Laying nearby, protected from sand and dirt in a cloth was his weapon. It was a sword and roughly as long as the dragon was tall. Its hilt a golden metallic studded with rubies. The blade was wide and came to a diamond sharp tapered edge. Like the hilt it was decorated with rubies. While showy it was definitely deadly, and its razor sharp edge would catch the light of the sun in a brilliant display. Cyrus never named his weapon, but his student would affectionately refer to it as "the huge fuck off sword." He looked over at his warrior companion, Nuri. Her feminine body was on display as she leaned her head back to drink down the last few drops of broth. Cyrus couldn't help but examine the body of his student. Her sizable breasts were on full display, her being comfortable naked as she was fully dressed. She had toned muscles but was nowhere near as large as her master. She sat on a log she had painful memories of. Her full rump allowed her to make any seat comfortable. Despite knowing every curve of her naked body, he wouldn't tire of exploring them any time he got the chance. When the colossal reptile saw her head start to lower he quickly turned his eyes to his pack. He fished around until he found a bag. He pulled it out and handed it to his student.

"Here is a little something to help commemorate today."

Nuri eagerly grabbed it up. "Awww you knew I would pass the trial."

Cyrus smirked and rubbed the horns on the back of his head. "Well, this would either be a celebratory reward or a consolation if you failed."

The red dragon moved, sat next to her master, and playfully punched his arm with a curse. She looked elated when she opened the bag. "Yellow squash? How did you find one this time of year and all the way out here?"

The male chuckled smugly. "When you travel as much as I do you are bound to make some connections with merchants." 

The female dragon didn't wait to actually listen to the answer to her question as she eagerly took a bite of her treat. Almost shoving one end unto her maw she chomped down and happily chewed. She then placed the rest of the treat in her mouth, licking up the innards. So eager was she to enjoy the rare treat that she allowed the juices to flow down her mouth and even splash onto her cleavage. While Cyrus was expecting her to enjoy her favorite food he was not expecting to see the female this ravenous. He felt a twitch in his loins seeing her sucking in the squash. Once more he had to avert his eyes to avoid getting more aroused.

Looking at the hollowed fruit seemed to bring something of similar shape to her mind, her eyes darted towards Cyrus well-endowed crotch, before she asked "So, didn't you say you took an oni club to the balls before. What was that about?"

The black and yellow dragon shifted his legs, accidentally causing a new pain to throb through his testicles as they bounced against his thigh. He tried to not show any reaction as he spoke. "Ah yes, that was some time ago. Id be happy to tell if you don't mind reminiscing."

The red dragon swallowed and smiled. "I'm always happy to hear about you getting busted." 

Cyrus crossed his arms. "I'll remember that next time I get the opportunity to buy squash."

The female almost chocked before flashing her most innocent smile. "There was food in my mouth and I ment to say get to bust some baddies heads because you are such a strong warrior."

Satisfied Cyrus nodded and began his tale.

"It was more than a few years ago. My travels found me in the far East. I found myself low on funds and agreed to help escort a nobleman to a port town. It was only a few days travel. The journey was uneventful, though the nobleman did seem intrigued and a bit flustered by my lack of traditional attire."

"He was looking at your dick?" Nuri added, taking Cyrus off guard.

"Well, I suppose." The black dragon stuttered. "I was wearing a fur loincloth, but I do suppose he could have seen my privates yes. He didn't show much interest in them besides looking." He said, almost ruefully.

Collecting himself he continued "when we arrived in town I felt something was off. I had the unmistakable feeling of being watched. I had assumed someone was after the noble so I was in high alert. My contact was to get him onto a ship that would take him to the next leg of his journey. I had to protect him for a full day until then and I felt watched the whole time. To my relief a new group of mercenaries awaited to escort him on the seas. I informed them that I felt we were followed and they left. Even as they left port the feeling of being seen was still with me. The town was bustling with all kinds of merchants pushing their wares, and as such I could not use my" he cleared his throat "'fuck off sword'. With my job complete I decided to leave the town and defend myself in a less populated area.

I traveled out of town and into a nearby forest. When there I waited and strained my senses. Finally I heard someone approaching. To my surprise it appeared to be an oni. They are a reclusive race, rarely seen but renowned for their strength and ferocity. I heard tales of their breeding habits. All oni are born female and instead of menstruating they temporarily grow a penis and testicles. I had seen many extraordinary things during my travels so I didn't  think this out of the realm of possibility. I eyed up my opponents, trying to size her up. Her skin was a striking dark blue. She was definitely feminine, with large breasts barely contained by bindings, that showed a generous cleavage. She was strong looking, with very toned muscles all over her body. I was especially surprised to see at least one part of the tales of oni were true. She had on an undergarment the locals called a fundoshi. It struggled to hold back her rather sizable male parts. If I had to guess her stones were about the size of apples, as for the rod I could not guess its size. One thing was clear, she was excited. Tearing my eyes from her parts I saw she had shoulder length black hair and small lower tusks. Over her shoulder she held a nasty looking club. It was a wooden and studded with iron nubs. I knew they were fierce with that weapon."

Nuri raised a brow at this. She looked down and saw that her master definitely had an erection that he failed to notice. Again. Looking back at his face she spoke. "You seem to remember more about her tits and crotch than her actual face!"

Cyrus realized this and fumbled his words "ah, yes, I was trying to give a better indication of- the body of a fighter is more important than their face, especially when sizing them up."

"I think you sized up enough there, master."

The black dragon didn't get his students double meaning and tried to continue on. "The oni looked at me with a wicked smile. She loudly declared that she wanted to have her way with me, and that she wouldn't be taking 'no' for an answer. Along with that she loudly declared her name as Omeko. I wouldn't let someone take from me without a fight. I drew my blade, making a brief demonstration of my speed and range with a weapon that outclassed hers. Most of the time, this suffice to this is enough to scare off an unworthy foe. This time, however, the oni's smile just grew wider. I must confess that my blood stirred at the idea of clashing with such a foe. We both took up fighting stances, our informal duel accepted."

The red dragon wanted to make a joke about where his blood was currently rushing but she decided to keep quiet as, things were getting good. She had also swallowed down the last of her squash. 

"The oni dashed at me with an almost unnatural speed. She swung her heavy club down and I narrowly jumped out of the way. The ground trembled with her strike. I made for a quick slash at her but she was able to deflect it, using her club masterfully. We were both fast and powerful, but neither of us were able to land a decisive strike. Soon enough we both stuck at the same time. Our weapons locked and neither of us wanting to back down. We were face to face with one another. The onis face was one of mad lust, the battle seemingly only encouraging her more. Before I could react she leaned in and licked my cheek. I was taken by surprise by this and felt violated. I quickly drove my knee between her legs. Her undergraduate slipped aside, letting her intimacy flop out. To my surprise her rod grew even more erect and I could feel it on my gut. I must admit it was larger than mine. She pushed me back and obviously was in pain but that didn't slow her down. Unfortunately she was able to disarm me. She struck my blade with enough power to knock it out of my hand. This had the additional effect of throwing me off balance. She took full advantage of this."

The ruby dragons heartbeat quicken as she got excited for the important part of the story. 

"The oni swung her club upwards. I didn't realize what she was doing until it was too late. My heart froze in anticipation when I realized where she was aiming. I felt the impact before the pain registered for me fully. For the briefest of moments I was hoping, no, praying that the hit wasn't going to be too bad. I realized the gods were mocking me when I finally felt it. It was one of the worst pains I have ever experienced. Honestly, I was sure at least one of my eggs had been cracked after that hit. I was lifted off my feet. My stomach lurched. The pain radiated in what felt like my very soul. When I finally came back to the ground I was able to force myself to stay up. I won't lie, it took every bit of strength I had in me, but I stayed on my feet. The oni was looking smug, thinking I had been thoroughly bested. I decided to let her think that."

The female dragon was enthralled and a bit horny by this, hearing about a good nut cracking and seeing her masters penis twitch at this recollection. "And then what happened?"

Cyrus continued. "I got her close, grappled her, and defeated her. Afterwards Omeko agreed to travel with me and we become friends for a-"

Nuri shouted "hold on, you can't just gloss over how you beat her. I want some details!"

Once again Cyrus rubbed the horns on the back of his head. "The details of that are not completely necessary."

The ruby dragon smirked. "It was something sexual wasn't it? You get shy when you talk about that. And your friend here also says you did something naughty with her."

She picked Cyrus' rod with her finger, causing it to sway. He gasped, shocked by this and having not realized he got hard. "Nuri, you're my student. You cant- I cant."

Grabbing hold of his member fully she spoke "Don't talk about me like I'm a hatchling. I'm a fully grown dragoness and I've been wanting this for a while. I know you want this too. I've seen how you look at me. Now…" she let her hand glide up and down Cyrus yellow cock. "You keep moving your jaw and I'll keep moving my hand."

Cyrus shuddered. He had wanted this for a while. All dragons had a naturally high libido, but he thought himself above such base desires. He knew of the legends of their ancestors and how their desires led to strife. However, in this moment all those thoughts melted away and he gulped. He continued. 

"I was weakened. I knew she wanted to take advantage of me so I made myself look as wounded as possible. She smiled and got closer. She tossed her weapon aside, overconfident, and reached towards me. When she got close enough I grabbed her wrist and flung her to the ground. My eggs were screaming the entire time."

"You mean these. I think they recovered." Nuri said as she used her free hand to play with her maste's balls.

Cyrus breathed more shallow, the memory and current events bringing him closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, as she was laying flat on her back I was able to get in top of her. I remembered something else I heard about oni when they display male genitals. If they had an orgasm they return to female and are usually less sex crazed. I spit on my hand and started to pleasure her. Not sure how long I could keep it up and wanting to exact some measure of v-" 

Cyrus shuddered, the feelings being too much for a moment. "Vengeance I grab held of her stones. I began to squeeze as I stroked her off. She made sounds that were a mix of pleasure and pain. Helps that she was already excited from before."

Nuri stroked faster, feeling her masters balls start to tense up. "Then what happened, keep going."

Now in a quicker pace Cyrus spoke again "I kept stroking and squeezing. Fast and faster." He said, lost in bliss as he almost was over the edge. "She yelled out and she, she, she-"

Cyrus roared out as his dick twitched and came. Thick white streams shot out, narrowly missing his student to end up sizzling on the campfire. The red dragon smiled and stroked more, wanting to get every bit of his seed out. He shuddered as the last bit of his orgasm finally faded and she panted. "She did that." 

The red dragon chuckled "I'm sure she did. Its getting rather late and I'm sure telling that story took a lot out of you." She said, licking her fingers clean. "Let's both go to bed. But I think it's going to be especially cold tonight, I think we should share a tent." 

Cyrus, once more, failed to notice he was already getting hard again.

Low Blow Quest chapter 7

The sound of fire crackling echoed in at the base of a cliff clearing. The leg of a stag was being cooked over the fire. The orc female beamed with pride, as her spear killed the creature. Outwardly the oni sulked but she was greatful and impressed by the orcs hunting skills. 

"So you wish to become a great warrior. You sought the training of a lizard hero whos name you never asked. He sent you to find a magic weapon to prove yourself and you never asked why. You heard a vauge story of a possessed weapon in Devils Valley and just ran off there blind."

Morn took a bite of warm meat and nodded "thats the nub of the situation yeah." 

Kuni sighed "you really like to just run headlong into things then. Not really a think things through kinda orc are ya?"

The orc shrugged. "I knew there was a hero in the mountains and that's all I needed. There is a weapon in Devils Valley and that's all I needed. Why worry about little details when I'll find them out when I get there. Why waste time when I have all that is necessary?"

"On top of all that you probably pissed off the Golden Order, the bandit group who harasses kingdoms?"

Morn leaned back and layed down on the ground. "If they are anything like the ones I beat they shouldn't be a problem. Besides from what I heard they need their asses and various other body parts kicked."

The oni couldn't help but feel a little flustered by this response. It might be ignorance but that level of confidence was definitely attractive to her. Morn leaned her head up to look at her oni companion "hey, so why do you grow a dick? And follow up whats it like?" She said, blatantly eyeing up her friends currently female crotch.

Kozor, the wizard bound to his human skull, piped up with clattering teeth against Morn's voluptuous hip. "Its actually something that occurs naturally, though not to such an extent as an oni. They are a reclusive race so they have not been studied-"

But the orc placed the skeletal head between her thighs and squeezed, forcing the mouth shut and reducing his speech to mumbles. "I believe I asked the fine lady here."

Kuni chuckled. "Those are two big questions. You see all oni are born female. The male parts don't show up until later in our lives." She scratched the back of her head, trying to think. "Well, we never have the moon days, instead we grow male parts."

Morn furrowed her brow. "Moon days?" 

"You know. Happens during the full moon."

Morn sat back up, now trying to figure things out. "What are you talking about?"

"Periods, ok! We don't get periods. Ever, Period!" Kuni shouted with a blush.

The orc couldn't help but smile. "Why are you getting flustered? We are both women."

The oni calmed herself. "It just feels weird to speak of what I never experience. And most others are adverse to talking about it. At any rate oni never experience them. Instead we grow a set of penis and testicles. They remain until they are destroyed or used by another."

"Jerking it yourself dosnt do it?" Morn said as she waved her hand in front of her own crotch, masterbating a phantom dick.

"No, any attempts at self pleasure fail. It just gets us to the edge and no further. It only makes the condition worse. You see, the longer we have the male bits the more swollen they become. The more desperate we become. Its almost like we turn into different people. Its not like a possession, it's more like our personality shifts greatly."

Morn shifted "whats that like? I've been possessed and it was mostly weird." She relaxed her legs and let her wizard be able to move his jaw. 

Kuni rubbed the back of her head "More and more our thoughts turn only to sex. The whole time it still feels like me, I'm still there, but I'm constantly controlled by urges. It's rather shameful the way things go. But what's worse of all is if we fail to find release. Then we get the Swells."

Morn lean forward, enraptured by the story. "Whats that?"

"When the balls become so full that they become intensely painful. The pain overwhelms ones whole body with horrible crotch pain. Until the merciful moment the testicles pop and we return back to female. There are tales of oni being taken captive and forced to go through the Swells. Its the stuff of nightmares." She finishes with a shudder. 

"If you are so afraid of the swells why are you traveling alone?"

"There are alternatives. During the first seconds the balls are formed on the body they are structurally weak and the female body is still in control. We can smash them as they form. It is very painful but it saves us embarrassment or even more pain. A common tactic involves a see saw and a large rock."

Morn snickered "please show me that next time I have to see. But you never answered why this happens to oni."

"That is a story that goes back many moons ago. Originally there were two oni gods. One male and one female. Likewise there were male and female oni. The male god grew too attracted to the female and tried to force himself on the female god. The two clashed for many nights until the female landed a devastating blow. She forced her opponent to the ground and raised her foot above her head before crashing it down on the males crotch, shattering his manhood."

Morn whispered to herself "Hammer of the Goddess..."

Kuni continued. "As the male lay dying all male oni died as well. Fearing the end of the oni species the female hatched a plan. She removed the males cock and balls and consumed them, gaining the ability to form and dismiss them at will. However, with his dying breath, the male cursed that if she had the advantages of balls, she would suffer the weakness as well. And that is why the oni species is the way it is. And I'm hoping to find a way to help my people. Thats why I said I wanted to find the demonic club. I was hoping an otherworldly power would be able to help me.

The skull began to clatter again "thats somewhat doubtful. Most of the time when a demonic spirit is bound to a weapon it either has no intelligence or is a lower level demon, and thus unable to break curses or change physiology. It is possible but if a powerful demon was bound to a weapon then there is probably no way any of us would be able to make it do what we want."

Kuni sighed "I knew it was a longshot. But I still want to do something for my people."

Morn leaned in and put a green hand on her friends red skin. "Heres the plan. We pick up the demonic weapon. If its a looser or dumb demon then thats that. We then go back to my master and see if he knows anything. I'm sure a great adventurer knows something about curses."

Kuni smirked. "That sounds like another half baked plan you run off on."

The orc chuckled "it worked for me so far!"

Some time later when the fire burned out the two women lay on the ground. Morn was fast asleep and snoring loudly. The wizard, for his part, seemed to be dormant. Kuni had some trouble getting asleep but soon found herself drifting off. However she found herself awakened by a sudden feeling on her breast. They were unbound at the time. She lifted her head and saw that Morn had rolled over and placed her hand on her generous boob. 

Kuni looked over and confirmed that her orc friend was still asleep. The oni gasped when morn started to move her fingers and began to feel up her friend. Kuni felt a tingle between her legs, being felt up by a woman she somewhat admired. She continued to let Morn grope her, and moved one of her own hands to her crotch. She cursed herself, before blaming her horny feelings on her male self but felt like she was still as bad as him. She began to pleasure herself, gently saying Morn's name as she did so. 

Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly rolled over when Morn stopped snoring and began to open her eyes. "Eh, someone say my name?"

Stammering Kuni responded "yeah I said 'Morn you rolled over and hit me'"

Morn mumbled nonsense before scooting away and falling back asleep. Kuni rolled away from her green friend and had to stifle a scream when she saw a skull staring at her. 

"I thought you were asleep." She whispered 

"I'm dead. I just learned to zone out if need be. But I heard and saw you enjoying yourself when Morn felt you up. Wonder what she would say if I told her about that."

The oni shot up and seemd to flush even more red. "You see I just returned to female so part of my male personality must still be-"

The skull managed to form a 'shhhh' sound without lips and spoke. "You don't have to lie to me, we both know that's not how your condition works. Besides, I don't want you to stop. I just ask that when you do have a nightly escapade you let me watch. And, perhaps, if you really want to keep me quiet you let me possess you now and again. I do need to train of course."

"And feel me up?" The oni said ruefully. 

"Of course I'd have to get a feel for the new body I'm in."

The ruby woman sighed and layed back down. She didn't want her new orc friend to think of her as a degenerate pervert. She agreed to the skeletal wizards terms and tried to simply sleep again. She failed to find much rest. 

Low Blow Quest chapter 6: half cocked

The seemingly lone orc walked through the planes. The weather was overcast owing to having recently rained. She had her goal in mind but getting there wouldn't be easy. There were always the unknown dangers that were waiting at Devil's Valley. 

"So you just ran off without asking any questions of what to expect in the valley? Or even what this weapon does?" A faintly glowing skull clattered. The soul of the wizard clung to his mortal remains long after his death. It had a thin piece of leather tied around it and it bobbed gently on the orc's round hips. The spirit bound to the skeletal remains was in the middle of chastising the orc for just running out of town too quickly. 

"You'll get more say in things when you can cast a spell that knocks someone out for more than two seconds."

The spirit in the skull came out, giving form to a transparent man in blue robes. "Hey, possession is new to me. That was my first time and it took a lot of energy."

Morn chuckled "all guys don't last long on their first try."

If a ghost could blush then Kozor would. "Don't say it like that. This is a necromancy type spell, I'm happy I can do it at all. And if you let me possess you some times for practice I could get better at it."

The greenskin rolled her eyes "You just want to be able to grope me again." She then had an idea. Wizards are smart right? "Hey, do you know much about biology?"

The human spirit shrugged "Something about it. The arcane is more my area of expertise."

A bit discouraged, Morn decided to shoot her shot. "Do you know where lizardmen testicles are?"

The spirit looked over and shrugged. "Between their legs?"

"Nah, I tried that already." 

Before this discussion could go any further Morn stopped dead in her tracks. She looked over and saw a lone figure standing in the distance. 

The figure was definitely female. She was clad in a rough fur skirt that had a seam that ran all the way up her thigh. Her large breasts were wrapped up in a tight bandage. Her skin was a striking bright red and her hair was pure white. Her build was muscular, putting even Morn to shame in terms of mass and definition. Scars of all shapes and sizes were etched across her red flesh. She was an Oni, and natural enemy of the Orcs. Her face bore a scowl of anger and her lips curled into a sneer. Her large lower tusks didn't imped her as she spoke "I didn't know goblins got that big. Or ugly."

Without looking away from the female Morn untied her wizard companion and tossed him aside, knowing what was to come. Both women approached each other. Both dropped their weapons as they approached, Morn dropping her spear and the Oni dropping her axe. Their feet sloshed in the mud until they faced each other. It was an unspoken challenge but very clear, the two would engage in a duel. Of course a clash of wills and words would need to proceed the physical engagement. "You talk big for a sunburnt human." The two women pressed their foreheads together, neither looking away from the others' eyes. Both seeing that the other would not back down they only advanced. Now their chests were pressed against one another too, the oni having her breasts already bound and Morn having her nearly exposed boobs pressed flat. Getting even closer now their lips grazed each other as they talked. 

Morn spoke up "My name is Morn, be sure to remember that name so all your oni friends will know to stay away from me." 

The oni chuckled, not backing away or letting the fact they were almost making out at this point stop her bravado. "You better remember the name Kuni because when I get the demonic club you'll be hearing that name everywhere."

They stared each other down for a bit more before the orc spoke up again. "Wizard, don't you dare interfere here."

With a chattering of teeth the skull responded "oh believe me I'm completely fine just watching."

"Yeah this is just between me and the greenski-" the red woman suddenly stopped mid sentence and turned her head to the wizard "did that skull just talk?"

Morn took advantage of this and swung her fist directly into the onis face. She reeled and fell in the mud, her ass causing a sizable splash. The oni wiped a trickle of blood from her nose before kicking her foot at Morn's, causing the green woman to fall belly down into the mud as well, making much of her body covered in slick earth. 

Kuni aimed her next kick at Morns face, but she was able to dodge the attack at the last second. Grabbing hold of her ankle she dragged her closer. The two of them grappled and rolled in the mud for some time. Eventually Morn grabbed hold of the bindings around Kuni's chest and yanked them. This caused the bindings to rip. Morns eyes widened as breasts larger than her own spilled out. This only lasted a split second as the breasts shot out of their confinement with force, nailing the orc in the face causing her to fall back. "How the hell did you make your boobs into weapons?" She said clutching her nose.

The oni looked down at her ruined bindings "do you know how long it took to get these tied up. I'm gonna be bouncing around the rest of the fight."

The skull spirit cheered at this remark. The oni rolled her eyes "why are you with him?" 

Morn shrugged and resumed a fighting stance. "He has his uses."

Kuni did so as well, a bit more uneasily due to her new chest movements. Morm did think that presented her a new set of targets. Dashing forward the orc shot her fist and dug it deep into the oni's soft breast flesh. She held her aching boob with one hand and shot her other forward to the orcs neck. Morn gagged even as the red woman moved her other hand to wrap around her throat. It took effort but Morn felt herself be lifted off the ground. Instinctively she moved her own arms on the oni's, desperately trying to relieve the pressure on her neck. Her legs flailed in an attempt to escape. It didn't take too long for her to get the idea to swing her legs between her attackers. She felt a solid impact on tender pussy. The ruby skin flinched but kept her position. Morn kept kicking again and again. Her vision started to fade but she kicked with all her might. Eventually she felt the hands leg go and she plummeted to the ground, getting covered again in wet mud. Morn coughed and held her sore neck. 

The oni for her part growled as she tried to sooth the pain in her loins. "You wanna fight dirty then eh? I'll show you what a real crotch shot is!" Mustering all her might she lifted her foot up. Higher and higher until her leg was completely straight up above her head. "Hammer of the Goddess!" Morns heart skipped a beat as she saw what her opponent was aiming for. She knew that in a second all that oni muscle and fury would be bearing down on her own crotch. Kuni's own heart fluttered as a combination of crotch pain from the greenskins kick and the mud making her footing unstable caused her to miss her mark, slamming onto the ground. Morn could have sworn that she felt the ground tremble beneath her.

After a second to make sure that her cunt was not shattered to dust Morn coughed and struggled to fully breathe again. She knew that she couldn't fight in this state so she decided to change tactics. She looked up at the ruby skin and tried to talk straight “that was amazing!”

The oni raised an eyebrow at this and stood still above the orc. Morn continued “I don't know you were this strong, or this beautiful. Surely someone like you can think of some other way to settle this dispute.” 

The greenskin rose to her hands and knees and slowly crawled towards her opponent. She gently placed a hand on the woman's thigh. The oni smirked and looked down, happy that her superiority is being acknowledged. She reached down and grasped the green one's chin, slowly lifting her up. The two faced each other again, but this time with the orc acting more submissive. Morn learned that her body can be a weapon in more ways than one. She just had to play along until she found a good opening. Morn closed her eyes and the two began to kiss. Morn, deciding to take advantage of the situation, grabbed hold of the red woman's breasts. They were some of the largest she had seen on a humanoid. She hated to admit but she was getting turned on herself. Judging by the moans of the oni she was too. Morn slowly worked her hand down the oni’s body briefly enjoying the women's abs before going down to her crotch. However she felt something strange. She felt something very warm and hard. What was this? Morn opened her eyes and saw that the ruby skin now had skin of blue.

“what the fuck?” Morn stated. She then looked down to see what she was grabbing and saw a large penis between the oni’s legs. “WHAT THE FUCK?" Morn shouted.

Morn had hit enough pussies in her life to tell the difference between hitting a woman and hitting a man. They felt very different. This wasn't there before. Morn let go and stepped back. She did hear the wizard laughing now.

“What's wrong Morn? Not familiar with oni?”

Morn couldn't take her eyes off the bizarre new set of male bits. The dick was erect and matched the blue skin of the rest of her. Below hung a pair of big testicles. They looked natural and like they were always meant to be there. Her eyes went up and her breasts were still huge, and the rest of her was the same, just a different skin color. “I never really asked about them. All the other orcs spoke of our rivalry and I just went along with it.”

The oni cocked her hip. "All oni are born female. When we hit puberty we sometimes grow male parts. They remain until another helps us reach climax.”

The skull chimed in again “ you get the same result from destroying the testicles. The flesh goes back and she becomes female again. She will be futa again later, no problem.”

Morn was still in disbelief. She was hoping to find a good chance to win the fight during the seduction. She supposed that the wizards idea would be such a chance. Still, the orc was strangely intrigued by the oni’s new privates. Maybe both ways would be best.

Morn approached again and grabbed the woman's dick. She stroked it, partly curious and still partly aroused. She began to stroke it. She used her other hand to grope at the balls. Kuni shuddered at this, having already been aroused by her earlier interaction. Morn could tell that the now blue oni was close to climax. Morn grabbed hold of the onis balls harder. She kept increasing the pressure even as the oni began to protest. “Hey! Careful with those!” 

Morn opened her mouth and swallowed the entirety of Kuni’s shaft. Kuni had to let out a loud moan as the sensation of pain and pleasure overtook her. She knew that even if her balls were crushed they would grow new when she once more became futa.

Morn continued to suck and tried to go further but a harsh gag made her pull her head up. Once more she stroked at the dick with one hand and squeezed the balls with the other. The strength in the onis legs gave out and she fell to her knees, the powerful sensations being too much for her. Her body wanted to fight against the orc, fearing the pain that was to come but also curiously welcoming it. Morn looked at the oni, whose face was a mess of panting and sweat. “So if you cum or lose your balls you'll become female again. I'm curious if you can have both happen at the same time.”

Morn suspected that the oni was scared yet curious at the prospect of a simultaneous orgasm and castration. This was confirmed when morn felt the oni unconsciously thrust her hips forward more, almost inviting the orc to do as she likes. The sapphire skin's breathing became more shallow and her moans more frantic. Morn knew she was about to cum so she bore down with all her might on the hanging testicles. The oni let out a frantic scream as her seed was forced out of her, both due to natural pleasure and the balls being crushed. As her cum shot out of her dick everyone around heard twin popping sounds as the testicles were ruined beyond repair. Morn herself was amazed by the effect that she herself caused. The once angry and fierce oni was now a quivering mess in her hand. She let go of the oni and the blue skinned woman fell on her back. Her flesh began to quickly change colour, returning to its original red. What especially interested Morn was the oni’s crotch. She watched in amazement as the dick and ruined sack retracted back into her hips, quickly morphing back into a familiar vagina. Morn couldn't help but feel the woman's crotch, just to confirm what her eyes saw. Kuni yelled out with a loud moan, still being hypersensitive. 

Morn shrugged assuming she was the winner of the fight now. She picked up the skeleton. “I can honestly say I did not expect things to go that way. I for sure had fun with it." 

The bones clattered as he spoke "yeah that was strangely hot. You should definitely turn on the sexy more often."

"How can something without a body be such a pervert?" The greenskin asked.

As she walked away Morn heard a voice cry out. "Wait!"

The orc turned around and saw the oni on one knee, struggling to stay upright. "You have soundly defeated me. And that… was the most intense experience of my life. Please, allow me to accompany you, mighty orc."

Morn smiled. "Sure, if you teach me that hammer kick move."

Journeys of Cyrus

Cyrus ducked underneath a fist aimed at his face. The black and yellow dragon humanoid was without his armoured gauntlets or greaves and only had in a transparent loincloth, but that did nothing to make him any less imposing. He was bulky, but his mass was mostly reptilian muscle. Purple tattoos crossed his entire body, in the shape of triangles at circular lines. He returned the punch only to have it blocked. 

The one he tried to strike was Nuri, a younger female dragon. While she lacked the mass of her opponent she made up for it by being more toned and lean. Her muscles flexed beneath her ruby scales with every movement she made. She was dressed like the male, leaving her full breasts on display. The jiggling didn't do anything to distract Cyrus, as he had seen Nuri naked countless times. They have fought like this many times as part of training. The red dragoness was a student of the older male and she trained under him for years now. She threw out a quick jab that caught Cyrus on the snout, causing him to take a step back.  Nuri pressed her advantage and kicked at his legs and making him fall completely on his back. She then lifted her foot up and stomped down, aiming at her opponent's groin. The strike narrowly missed as Cyrus managed to roll on the ground. 

While on his hands and knees he shot his heel backwards aiming to drive his heel into the females unprotected crotch. She managed to throw her hips back in time, allowing the foot to only lightly touch her lady parts. Cyrus retracted his foot and shot back up to his feet. Both dragons stared at each other for a moment, waiting to see if the other would strike.

"All right stop the fight." Said Cyrus as he lifted his hands to show non hostility. "Very impressive performance today, Youngblood."

The ruby dragon crossed her arms and scoffed. "I'm not a hatchling, you don't have to call me that."

Cyrus smirked. He felt like he should take the high road but getting under his students scales was too amusing. "Fair enough. I may have to stop calling you that soon enough."

Nuri raised a brow as her heart skipped a beat. She hoped to hear her master continue that thought, but she dared not get her hopes up. Cyrus held his tongue, remembering the moment his teacher gave him this news. 

He continued "I think you are ready for the trial, Youngblood."

Nuri's eyes went wide she had to force down an excited scream. Her purple scaled teacher continued, saying the same words that his own master had said, and her master and so on as far back as the tribe existed. "Our tribe prides itself on having only the toughest warriors. Today you have earned the honor of getting the chance to call yourself 'warrior.' But you must proove yourself truly worthy by showing that even your most vulnerable areas can withstand punishment. You have shown martial prowess up to this point and this is the final trial. Do you accept this challenge?"

Nuri did not hesitate. She nodded with a stoic expression. 

Cyrus smirked "we are all alone here, its OK to get excited."

The younger dragon then squealed in delight, all the while hopping around "I'm finally going to be a full on warrior oh my gods!" 

The black dragon let her be in the moment for a little longer before clearing his throat. "You know this won't be easy right? This is the oldest ritual our clan has and I won't go easy on you."

Nuri shrugged. She of course knew all about the ritual. A master and student would take turns attacking each others most tender areas. This would have one of three conclusions; the student falls to the ground and fails, the student makes the master fall to the ground, or the master deems the student has proven themselves and they have passed. 

Nuri stood with her legs somewhat wide. The master would always go first. At first her body rebelled against her and her instincts yelled at her to keep her legs shut out of worry. But she was able to override it and stood proud with her hands on her hips. "Whenever you are ready, pops."

Cyrus couldn't help but feel a bit of pride. When he first took this test he was significantly more nervous. He even failed his first attempt. Seeing his student full of confidence was a nice thing to see. Still, the ritual must be seen through. He took a step forward and shot his foot between his students legs. He had put all of his might into the strike. The loincloth left her crotch exposed and he could feel the slit on the top of his foot as he made impact. The woman was propelled upwards by the kick, cause her juicy ass and breasts to bounce particularly. When her feet fully came to the ground she squeezed her own hips hard and bit her lip. Her face scrunched up as her crotch screamed in pain. She had been hit there before, even by Cyrus more than a couple times, but this was the first time she did so literally asking for it. She breathed deeply and looked back at Cyrus. "I thought you said you weren't going to go easy on me."

"Overconfidence is the greatest enemy." He said as he took up a similar stance to his student. His large testicles hung low in the desert heat. They were yellow, much like the scales on his belly and pecs. 

"For you the greatest enemy is my foot." The red dragon said as she returned the kick. She aimed dead center of the older man's sac. She could feel each large ball be force up and away because of her impact. She continued to follow through, pinning his nuts between her foot and his pelvis for a quick moment. The male grunted as the pain struck his brain. He bent forward at the hip some, but was able to stay on his feet. He had been struck in the balls more times than he cared to remember, but its not something anyone can get used to. "Not bad, not bad. Not as bad as an oni mace but still."

"Wait, you took a mace to the nards?" Nuri asked.

"A story for anouther time. You have more pressing matters to think of." He said as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He then drove the point of his knee into the womans already aching mound. She gasped and leaned on her attacker for support reflexively. Cyrus kept his knee pushing upwards for a couple agonizing seconds before bringing it back down and stepping back. Nuri cupped herself and hopped up and down a little. "No fair surprise hit." She rubbed herself for a bit before standing upright again.

Cyrus shrugged. "You must always be ready for anything." As he spread his legs, read for the next attack.

"Let's mix it up from strikes to a little something more personal." She said, giving a devious grin as she groped at the air. Cyrus' heart skipped a beat as he knew what she was planning. She approached and wrapped her hands around each if his balls. They were slippery in his sac but she was able to get a firm grip. She could feel his heartbeat through his manhood. There was an unspoken rule that any attack shouldn't last longer than ten seconds, this stopping the trial from turning into a one sided never ending beat down. She bore down on the tender exposed balls as hard as she could. Cyrus' face scrunched up at the pain in his loins. "Come on big guy" the student said "I literally have you by the balls. It's OK to give up now." 

She saw that her words had no effect on the older male so she redoubled her efforts. She knew she had precious seconds left before her time limit would be up. She pressed her hands together as well as squeezed, pressing each individual testicle against the other. She used all her might in her arms and hands for the last seconds before finally letting go, being out of time. Instantly Cyrus put his hands on his knees and breathed heavily. 

The woman stepped back. "I don't think I've ever seen a guy take a ball squeeze that well before. You're not mad right?" She said, knowing that her tender areas were now at her teachers mercy. 

Cyrus let his breath return for a few moments more before responding. "Mad? Of course not. I'm actually impressed with your grip strength. Of course anger has nothing to do with what I must do next." Before Nuri could respond Cyrus shot his fist upward and caught the womans breast in an uppercut. She gasped in surprise as her boob was rocketed upwards. She felt a new wave of pain wash into her chest. Her other breast hurt too, this time from Cyrus driving a straight punch into it. Almost like aiming for a bullseye he landed right on the womans nipple, compressing the fat and flesh of the breast into her rib cage. She stumbled back a few steps, cupping herself as she went. "Ouch! No fair going for the tits!" The female complained.

Cyrus gave a sly smile and spoke as he resumed his wide leg stance "anything goes in a battle." 

Nuri huffed before getting an idea. She was already a few steps back from her opponent so why not use that. Getting a running start she dashed towards her teacher. The older dragon knew what was coming and readied himself. He had to force his body to not flinch or flee from what was coming. Using all her force and momentum the red dragon swung her foot upwards as hard as she could. Even with his superior bulk Cyrus was forced upwards from the force of the impact. Even the battle hardened warrior let out a yell of pain. As the woman retracted her foot the man felt weak in the legs. He felt as though they could give out at any moment and curl up in a ball in the ground. Through the pain he stood standing. He looked at his student, but also behind her, noticing a fallen log. He had an idea for his own final attack. He wrapped his arms around the females waist and lifted her up. Nuri was confused as to what was going on as Cyrus walked her forward. Suddenly her stomach lurched as she felt herself falling. Her decent was not long as her pussy smashed into the hard wood of the log. Cyrus made sure to put as much of his own weight into his slam as he could when he brought the woman down. Nuri felt a pain worse than she had ever felt. She yelled out loudly, not being able to hide her suffering. Cyrus let her go and stepped back. 

Nuri stayed straddling the log for a moment, yelling out a couple more times. Eventually she put her feet on the ground and pushed with all her might. On shaking legs she forced herself upwards. She was barely standing, but she stood nonetheless. 

The black dragon looked on impressed by her conviction. "All right, I'm calling it. You have passed." 

Nuri did not respond, holding her position as best she could. 

"Its all over now, Youngblood, you can fall."

Leaning her weight to the side she fell over into the sand and curled up, holding her throbbing crotch to try desperately to sooth away the pain. 

"You have proven yourself worthy of being called a warrior. Very well done, my student." He said, beaming with pride.

Nuri only whispered still curled up.

Cyrus sat on the ground next to the warrior. "You can say whatever snappy response you have when you are able. I'll stay here as long as you need to recover. You did well, warrior."

Bonus Story: Night Guard

Llyra was proud of where she was. Granted, she was on the graveyard shift, but she was proud to be there. It was because of her pride that she was there in the first place. Her first few months in the City Guard had her accompanying more senior officers and aiding them in their busy work. She would never complain, every part of the Guard was needed to keep everything together, but she wanted more. When an opening in the night patrol opened up she jumped at the opportunity.

As she walked along the city streets she stopped to straighten her uniform. The outfit consisted of blue dress pants and dress jacket. It fit comfortably over her athletic figure. A shining badge marking her as a guard pinned proudly over her heart. She kept walking her patrol and was hoping to walk into some trouble. The guard knew a major crime or a group of criminals should only be observed and reported, she knew not to bite off more then she can chew. Llyra was hoping for at least a teenager breaking curfew to have something to report.

She jumped a bit when she heard a crash. Making her way to the source of the noise she was able to see a shadowy figure rummaging in a jewelry store. Llyra hid herself for a moment and did a little hop in excitement.

"My first arrest! And a jewel thief! OK, professional mode. You're a guard."

She walked up to the store. The front door was unlocked so she burst in and yelled "City Guard! Get on the ground!"

The theif was startled and accidentally tossed handfuls of precious stones in the air. Judging by the pitch of the stream of curses Llyra guessed her theif was a female. The robber took a step back and into a bit more light. Llyra saw that it was a Capra, a creature like a Satyr except currly hair covers their entire body. This one stood about a head shorter than the cop and was dressed in raggedy yet dark clothing. She dashed towards the guard and shoved her way past.

Llyra cursed and gave chase. Judging by the sounds of clinking metals she had a good deal of loot on her. The guard followed close behind and eventually dove to the Capra. Wrapping her arms around the thief's waist she forced her to the ground.

"I have you! Give up quietly!"

The theif responded by flailing her legs, but Llyra held firm and felt the hooves of the Capra scraping against her. She removed one arm and grabbed the handcuffs at her pants. Then she heard a loud rip.  She looked down and was able to see her exposed panties through a gash in the elastic of her pants. The theif used this opportunity to wriggle free and run away more. Llyra stood up. She tried to cover herself but her pants refused to stay up. Her pink and frilly panties mostly shown now. She saw the criminal disappearing into the distance. The guard tried to run while holding her ruined pants up but this severely slowed her down. Her face blushed red as she discarded her ruined garment and tucked the handcuffs in her jacket pocket. Only with pink cloth covering her behind and womanhood she set off to chase again.

She was relieved when she found the theif in a dead end, trying and failing to scale a sheer wall. She heard the guard approach and turned around. Her fear turned to laughter quickly seeing the guard. "Are pink frills part of the uniform?"

Llyra covered her crotch. "This is only because you ruined my uniform. And that's going to be added to your sentence. Now put your hands against the wall."

The Capra rolled her eyes. "Destruction of pants will be added to Teva's rap sheet." She turned around and placed her hands on the wall as instructed. She listened closely to the guards footsteps as she approached. She waited until she was just close enough before she shot her leg backwards in a mule kick.

The force of the hard hoof impacting on her vagina rocked her hip backwards and made her  stumble back a few steps. It took a moment for the pain to register. She had been struck there a few times in her training, she knew it hurt. When the pain in her crotch made its way to her brain she let out a howl of pain. Teva removed her leg and turned to admire her handiwork. She noticed something pink on her hoof. It seemed her hoof snagged the panties and ripped them off. Looking back at the guard she wondered of she even noticed yet.

Shaking her leg the garment fell off. She casually strode around the wounded guard, who was laying down with her face in the ground and her ass in the air. "Yeah, there is a reason I don't get caught. As you noticed I'm not the most graceful when it comes to stealth. But when it comes to incapacitating no one is better. I gave that same kick to a knight one time. Left a dent in her armoured cod piece. She wasn't so keen on chasing me after that." She squatted down and grabbed the behind of the human. "First time I disrobbed someone though. I'm guessing they have cheap uniforms in this city. But with an ass like this you shouldn't dress so modestly." She gave the booty a firm squeeze. Llyra had an athletic build and her ass was firm and pleasing to the touch. After a bit more groping she let go and nudged the officer on her side. The guard kept her hands firmly on her aching crotch.

"I didnt get as much loot as I wanted to so let's see if you can help make up some of that." She patted down the officers coat. In the front pocket she found the handcuffs. She tossed those away, not wanting any part of those and trusting the kick will keep her grounded. She felt up the arms and found nothing. She moved to belly and then to her breast. She felt something hidden inside. She grabbed the jacket and ripped it open. Reaching in she found a small coin pouch.

"Its a little something." She looked at the downed woman's now open jacket. She smirked "speaking of a little something. I should be thorough."

She reached down once more and tore open the pained woman's bra. She saw her perky breasts and smiled. "Never know what could be hidden." The theif moved her hands to the guards small breasts and shamelessly groped them. The guard had regained enough of her senses and her face was burning red. Both with embarrassment and fury. The uniform she worked hard to wear was ruined and every part of her was being groped. She was able to tear a hand away from her crotch and threw a fist at the Capra's face. It collided with her cheek and the Capra was pushed back. She rubbed her face and chuckled. "I guess I got carried away."

The guard hastened to her feet. The pain in her crotch still stung but she endured. "How dare you? I am a proud member of the city guard. But for the next few minutes." She unpinned her badge and tossed it aside. "I'm just a civilian who's gonna beat your ass!" She yelled as she put up her fists.

The Capra crossed her arms. "Ya know, I think natural looks better than shaved."

The guard was confused. It was when the theifs eyes darted down and towards her shaved pussy did she realize what she ment. Llyra quickly covered her crotch with both hands.

Teva took this opportunity and dashed forward. She punched straight and dug her fist right into Llyras bare breast. The tender mound was flattened and she recoiled. Rubbing her sore boob she angrily shouted. "Why do you have to keep hitting spots like that?"

"Just say cunt and tit. You're a civilian you don't have to be so uptight." She said with a smirk.

Llyra narrowed her eyes. Once more Teva charged but this time the civilian was ready. She moved aside and kicked her foot at the attackers leg. Teva tripped up and fell to her hands and knees. Before the Capra could reorient herself her backside was launched up. Llyra punted her foot as hard as she could between her opponent's legs. The Capra's ass was lifted up and she was flipped over on her back. During her brief airtime she currled up in a ball, her hands going to her crotch.

Llyra walked forward and grabbed the legs of the theifs pants. She tugged and yanked them off. Likewise she ripped the front of the theifs top, exposing her D sized breasts. Llyra stepped back. "Ha! How do you like it?"

The theif shakily stood up. "Its all right. I don't have a problem with my body. Kinda wish you didn't rip my top but whatever it was cheap."

Llyra rubbed her forehead in frustration. "You're not even a little embarrassed by this?"

"Why would I be embarrassed about my body?"

"Well, you'll be embarrassed when you are behind bars." Llyra said half heartedly. Her momentum severely dampened.

"Are we going to fight more or do you want to talk about your insecurities?" Asked the Capra.

"I still have to get you back for the hit to my" Llyra paused "tit."

The civilian stepped in and tossed a punch aimed to the criminals face. She put her arms up to block the hit. It stung, but not nearly as much as if it hit her intended target. Teva responded by punching her fist at the guards gut. The dull sound of impacting flesh rang out and the air in the human's lungs was forced out. The Capra realed her fist back for a haymaker, but Llyra was able to move quick enough to attack before that.

The civilian shot her hands forward and grabbed her opponent's breasts. The Capra gasped in surprise then in pain when the human dug her fingers into the soft mounds of flesh. Teva tried to push the civilian away, but that only caused pulling to be added to the pain she felt. This is the only time she didn't like having a big chest. She looked to see if she could grab the humans boobs but she feared she would be too flat to get a grip. She aimed lower and drove her hard knee into the smooth pussy.

Llyra yelled in pain but tried to hold on. Teva shot her knee up again and again. After the fourth hit the human pushed on her opponent's breasts as hard as she could. The Capra fell on her back and held her aching breasts.

The guard wanted to fall to the ground herself but she stepped forward and fell so she was on top of the Capra. She propped herself on her hands and drove her knee into the Capra's furry bare pussy.

"You are not"

She smashed her knee into her crotch again.

"Supposed to hit."

Once more she struck

"A woman."

Again she kneed.

"In the vagina!"

She yelled out as she drove her hard knee into the natural crotch once more, this time with enough force to cause her tits to bounce. Llyra rolled over and allowed herself to curl up into a ball to sooth her own vagina. The Capra likewise curled up seeking the same relief. For a long moment both women lay on the ground next to each other. Both of them occasionally moaning in pain, mostly oblivious to their opponent.

Eventually the Capra got up first. When Llyra heard the sound of hooves on pavement she opened her eyes to look aroud. She saw that Teva was bending over and grabbing the humans ankles. She lifted them up and spread them apart.

"What are you-" Llyra tried to ask but was cut off.

"Showing I can do whatever I want." She said as she stomped down as hard as she could on her opponent's already battered cunt. Llyra cried out and desperately tried to pry the hard hoof off of her. The Capra's leg proved to strong and she continued too press down on the tender womanhood. Eventually she gave up on trying to lift the leg up and tried desperately to feel around herself for anything she could use. All the while Teva was doing all she could to increase the pain. Bouncing her hoof up and down, applying as much of her weight as she could, even twisting her hoof like she was putting out a cigarette. Eventually the civilian found a sizable stone and chucked it at the thief.

It sailed through the air and bounced off one of Teva's horns. This caused enough pain for her to let go of the ankles. Llyra took this and spun over and quickly scrambled to her feet, moving forward. The Capra rubbed her horn and chased after. The civilian stopped and delivered a mule kick of her own, driving her heel into the Capra's vagina.

She doubled over and grabbed herself. "Oof! So that's what that feels like.

Llyra turned to face her opponent, one hand on her crotch. "Not good eh? But I'm guessing a foot isn't as bad as hoof."

"Call it a natural advantage." She said blinking away pain.

Lyra shook her head and tried to attack. The two nearly naked women grappled with each other. The guard had experience grappling but she had trouble forcing herself to do maneuvers well when her naked body was rubbing against her opponent's. When she was brought in close she felt her breasts pressed against the Capras she had to push away a bit to stop the rubbing.

Their battle was put to a sudden stop when both of them yiped in pain simultaneously. They let go of each other and looked down to see a hand on both of their pussies. They turned around and saw anouther female City Guard crouched behind them. She was a human of average build.

"Nudity and fighting are both illegal. You'll be coming with me." She said sternly.

"Hey! I'm a guard too, you cant!- ow!" Llyra was forced to stop yelling when the other guard squeezed harder. She continued. "Just look at my badge." She paused to remember.  "Look at my uniform." She felt a cold chill that reminded her that her uniform was too damaged to be recognizable.

The guard clamped her hands down harder, pinching their sore pussies as hard as she could. The two women yelled out loudly and they both slowly fell to their knees and eventually to the ground. "Had to make sure you didn't try to run away." She said as she pulled her cuffs and arrested both nudists.

Some time later when Llyra returned to the station the confusion was cleared up. She still gets teased about this fight to this day.

Teva eventually managed to escape from jail, leaving a path of sore crotches in her wake. She was spotted a few cities over wearing a cup.

The guard who captured both of them received employee of the month for quick thinking and taking down two people at once. Her plaque mysteriously vanished soon after.

Low Blow Quest Chapter 5: The plot thiccens

Morn felt the cool dirt underneath her feet. She walked along an unfamiliar path to an unknown town. She wasn't sure exactly where an enchanted weapon would be but she figured it would be out there in the world somewhere. Hopefully someone in this town knew something at least. 

She walked with her head held high. She had her fur loincloth and top, both of which barely covered enough for her to not to be naked. Of course she would have been perfectly all right walking in fully nude, but non orcs have such problems with nudity. She stood a bit taller than an average human male and her toned muscles flexed as she strode forward. She also had white body paint along her whole body and not in a particularly complicated pattern as she didn't feel she had anyone to impress here. She had her spear resting on her shoulder to show she wasnt openly hostile. 

She looked around and found it was a fairly well off town. The abundance of blacksmiths, general store, and magic supplies shop told her this town was frequented by adventurers. She only had a few coins on her and hoped it would be enough to buy a drink and a lead from the local tavern. She walked in to one such establishment and made her way to the barkeep. It didn't take long for her stride to turn the heads of most patrons, including a fair few females. Whether it be from the bouncing of her breasts, which her top barely covered and allowed her boobs to bouce almost completely unimpeded, or her ass. The thin piece of fur that covered it bounced sometimes allowing a perfect view of her green behind as it jiggled with every step.

She sat at a stool and spoke to the man behind the counter. "Something strong, please." As she placed some coin on the table. She said knowing that human standards for strong are low. The barkeep looked at the value of the currency and produced a mug. He filled it with a clear yet strong smelling liquid.  Morn took a swig, cringed, and spoke up. 

"Know where someone can find an enchanted weapon?" 

The man looked back at the orc, eyes darting to her generous cleavage before going back up to her face. "Well, Arnold's Arms has some magic items. They are pricey but-"

Morn shook her head. "Nah I gotta find one. Like in a cave or something."

The man thought for a moment. "Well there is talk of a possessed weapon in Devils Valley. Afraid I don't know too much of the specifics but many failed to retrieve it. Lots died, horrible deaths, that sorta thing. "

Morn knew where that valley was, just never had a reason to go there. She chugged down the rest of her drink, a single drop escaping her lips and splashing down on her green mounds. The bartender was greatful that his counter hid is crotch. He then had a thought. 

"You here alone miss?" 

Morn was about to ask what he ment before he looked over her shoulder and quickly excused himself. The orc turned around and saw a trio of armoured humans walk in the establishment. They had mail armour and yellow tunics. They had the look of mercenaries about them. They all took seats at a table and eyed up Morn. One especially, eyed up her backside.

The green woman sneered back and got up to leave. Suddenly a loud voice bellowed in the tavern. "Oi! Orc! Wanna arm wrestle?" 

She turned and saw a burly, hairy man sitting at a table. He was surrounded by equally big men. He smiled, revealing missing and rotting teeth, and spoke out. "Show me what all that green muscle can do, girly. Unless you wanna run back to your orc cave."

Morn huffed. While she wasn't as strong as other females of her tribe she knew she could overpower any human. Her orc pride was being challenged. She walked over and sat opposite the hairy man. The rest of the group cheered and jeered, excited to see this match. 

"Dont suppose you want to wager anything on this?" The female said as she put her arm on the table.

The man grinned wider, letting Morn get a smell of his awful breath. "Nah, this lot couldn't give me a challenge. Was hoping a orc could deliver some fun."

He grasped her hand and the two pushed as hard as they could. While the man had more mass the woman had orc blood in her. Her defined muscles flexed as she willed all of her strength to go into her arm. She forced herself to keep her breathing steady as she strained herself. Suddenly, she was greatful for the bizarre handstand dancing her master made her do. It took some effort but eventually Morn was able to force her opponent's hand to the table. 

The rowdy group suddenly grew silent. Morn worried about retaliation as she slowly inched her hand towards her spear. They all cheered and complemented the newcomer. The defeated hairy man spoke "Me mate was a greenskin! I could never beat him either. He didn't like clothes like you. Poor guy, died when his head was cut off." 

Morn, more relaxed by his jovial attitude "well, decapitation is normally deadly."

He rubbed a finger under his nose "I didn't say which head." He leaned in close and took on a serious tone. "You may want to be leaving this town soon. People adventuring on their own tend to go missing. Rumor has it the Golden Lord has some lackeys here. You can hang with us until we leave next week if ya..."

Morn stood up "I appreciate the offer but I can handle myself." She turned and walked off. The hairy man let out a longing sigh as she left. "Second best green arse I've seen."

As she left she couldn't help but see the trio of guards bullying the barkeep. She was able to make out something about how his tax money is past due. She didn't wish to interfere with how this town works and continued on her way. 

Making her way through the reasonably sized town and thought it would be a good idea to stay the night in an inn before heading off in the morning. She passed by a potion shop and cringed inwardly. During her walk she was suddenly pushed towards a wall. Her tits hit the wall first, giving her a sharp sting. She spun around with her spear held ready to see the three yellow tunics. She was ready to lunge but stopped herself when she saw the one who was staring at her ass aiming a crossbow at her. He seemed to be the youngest of the trio and couldn't take his eyes off her chest. 

The other two flanked Morn. A male holding shackles, who had a short beard. The other, female, spoke up. "You’re under arrest, greenskin." She said proudly. 

The orc kept her spear held firm, keeping the bearded man at bay. "You don't look the usual town guard. And I didnt do anything wrong."

The woman crossed her arms "think of us as a private military contractor. And we have you for public nudity and stealing."

Morn snarled "I'm clearly wearing clothes. And I paid for my drink!" 

The woman in yellow was growing inpatient "your bikini dosnt count. And the barkeep will say whatever we want him to. Now drop your spear or Borin will put a bolt in your chest."

Morn weighed up her options. True the person holding the crossbow looked like a buffoon but even a buffoon can land a shot this close. She sighed and dropped her weapon on the ground. The bearded man took his opportunity and moved behind the orc. He took her arms and bound them behind her. The young man relaxed and lowered his weapon. The bearded man barked an order. "Check her for anything hidden.

The young man holstered his weapon and walked forward. He eagerly grabbed both breasts. His fingers easily sank into the soft flesh. He felt around the fur covered areas especially, his face grew red and his pants grew tighter. When he was positive nothing was hidden in her breasts his hands wandered down and found their way to the green ass he had been eyeing up. He made sure to feel up every available inch he could, all the while not so subtly rubbing his erection on Morn's crotch. 

"I do think she isnt hiding anything." He said with satisfaction. 

Morn looked the groping man in the face. "I still have some weapons."

Before he could ask what she ment he got an answer. She rocketed her hard knee between his legs. He flew up a couple inches before crumbling to the ground in a heap. "I have nutcrackers."

The bearded man furiously threw a fist at Morn's stomach, only to be met by a grunt and Morn's angry stare. "Gods damned greenskin!" He tried a couple more times before the orc swung her forehead into his face with a satisfying crunch. He stumbled back, holding his bleeding nose.

She started to run until the female guard yelled "You guys are worthless. You gotta know where to aim." She said as she threw her foot between the greenskins legs. The armoured boot smashed against tender cunt harshly, causing Morn to crumple and fall to her side. Her arms wanting to cradle her aching pussy but were bound behind her. The female tunic grabbed Morn's ankles and held them high. The small piece of fur covering her crotch was blown upward, giving her a perfect view of her womanhood. 

"No matter who this is the beatings are my favorite part of this job." The tunic said as she stomped her foot down on the green pussy. She kept her foot down and grinded it like she was putting out a fire. Morn squirmed but was unable to escape, only able to scrunch up her face. She refused to cry out, not wanting to give them the satisfaction. 

After some time the female grew tired of the lack of reaction she ordered her men to carry her off. Both of them still nursing their injuries slowly responded. They each grabbed a arm and dragged her to the towns jail. Morn looked around and saw the townspeople. To her surprise none of them were cheering at the alleged criminal being arrested. Most of them looked very sympathetic, all of them turning away whenever one of the tunics looked in their direction. Morn could even see a look of disappointment in some of their faces. 

Later that night Morn found herself in a dark prison cell. It was old, murky, and stunk of death. She was happy to be out of her restraints, but her current situation made it a small comfort. Examining her cell she was disturbed to find the skeletal remains of some poor sap. She was hoping she wouldn't be in here as long as him. She picked up what she thought was a rib and pondered turning it into a shiv.

"Could you not mess with my bones?" A voice beside her asked.

She turned and saw a transparent blue human now sitting beside her. He had a clean shaven face and looked to he in his twenties. He was dressed in a loose fitting robe with strange symbols scribbled all over it. Without thinking she threw her fist and it passed harmlessly through his head. 

"Nah, that won't work."

She raised her fist and slammed it down on his crotch, only for it to hit the stone bench he sat on.

"Nope, not that either. Listen, I'm not here to hurt you." He said.

Morn stood and still assumed a fighting stance. "Who are you, spirit?"

"Better reaction than most people. That's good. Kozor is my name, amateur wizard and dead as you can see."

"Why haven't you passed on then?" Morn asked, relaxing a little. 

The spirit held up his hands "again, please relax. I'm only here to harm those yellow tunic idiots. About a year ago, when I was alive, anouther group of yellow tunics jumped me and tossed me in here. Others came and went. All sold off to slavers, cannibals, or worse. They target alone wanderers and others people won't miss. The townsfolk don't stop them for fear of the larger group seeking retribution."

Morn sat back down. "Larger group?"

"Ive heard some groups of these guys talk about someone called the Golden Lord. I'm afraid I don't know many details but this town is somewhat an initiation scam for newcomers in the organization. Some saying they hope this will help them earn their Golden Spheres,  whatever that means."

Morn then asked "You never answered why you haven't just left this place, being a ghost and all."

The young wizard shook his head. "Sorry, been forever since someone didn't just keep screaming and freaking out. Like I said I am an amateur wizard. I dabbled in necromancy and, well, here I am. My spirit is bound to my skull and I cannot stray far from it. Unfortunately I still need a physical body to do magic and I need consent to possess someone. My dear orc, allow me to posses you and I will get us out of here. Don't worry, I am not a strong spirit, I can only keep your body for a few minutes."

Morn crossed her arms and thought. She heard footsteps approaching. After a brief moment she shrugged "sure, go for it."

The spirit pleaded "please, I won't do you any harm-" he paused for a moment "wait for real? Hot damn you're the first!"

Before morn could say anymore Kozor sped into her. Suddenly she felt like a stranger in her body. She saw her through her eyes and felt her hands move but had no control. She heard her voice speak but she wasn't the one speaking it. "Its been a while since I've been alive." 

Suddenly her own hands flew to her breasts and started groping. "Damn girl! Its been impossible to not say this for so long but damn you got rocking tits!" Morn tried to yell but her voice was silent. Apparently the wizard could hear it, however. "Trust me this is needed for my plan." He looked at her amrs too "you must be able to lift an ox with these." Morn felt embarrassed by this telling him he was just saying that.

The cell they were trapped in was part of a larger room. The door to the room opened and out came the youngest member of the trio of guards holding a bowl of bad smelling food. "My nuts are still sore from the knee you gave me, but I have to give you this so you stay in presentable condition."

Kozor was able to piece together enough to figure out what happened. He spoke through Morns voice, sounding as sultry as she could. "I'm sorry, mister guard. You were just so strong and intimidating that I panicked. There has to be some way I can make it up to you." He said as he pushed Morns ample breasts forward. He walked forward and squeezed the green jugs through the bars. 

The pain in the young mans crotch was mostly forgotten. He placed the bowl on the ground and hesitantly walked forward.  He was weary of a trap, but he knew she couldn't do much from behind those bars. Eventually he grabbed at those coveted green mounds, all the while keeping his hips at an angle to stop any unwanted leg attacks. Once more his hands sunk into the soft flesh. While he was looking away Morn's hand wove a complicated series of hand gestures. With a crackle electricity passed through the green body into the human one. He yelled and convulsed before falling limp and unconscious. Morns hand shot through the bars and grabbed the key at his belt. Yanking it free it was used to open the cell door. Before she knew it Morn was once again back in control. She saw the wizard standing beside her. He faded back into the skull to recuperate. "Looks like a few minutes is my limit." He said as the skull shimmered slightly and the jaw moved as he spoke. 

Morn was conflicted about her feelings about how she was used to escape, but she was out now. She scooped up the skull "should we do anything about him?" Asked morn

The skull clattered as it spoke "if ya want, but he will be down for a good long while. I'm confident of it." Morn weighed her options and just decided to leave quickly. 

She unfortunately found herself soon facing the other two guards. "Dont suppose you can hit em with more lightning?" Asked morn to the skull. 

"Sorry, I'm spent." Is all he offered in response. She tossed the skull aside and got into a fighting stance. She heard more footsteps and saw the young guard make his way into the room. "Whatever you do don't grab her tits!"

The skull, not wanting to cause attention to the thing keeping him in the world of the living only whispered to Morn "Sorry, been a while since I did magic."

The others looked confused but decided to just focus on the present danger. 

The female of the group spoke up "looks like you didn't learn your lesson. This time I'm gonna stomp your disgusting green cunt til its paste." 

The beared man was next to talk. His voice sounded funny now that he had wadded cotton stopping blood from dripping from his nose. "She might loose value as a sex slave then."

Morn had enough of this and charged. She was able get some hits in but was soon overwhelmed. She managed to get her arms down and grabbed the crotches of both the males. She felt their balls through their pants and clamped down. Both men forgot any offense and tried to pry the green hand away from their manhoods. The female guard tried to help but Morn used her grip on both men's berries to help her jump up and wrap her legs around the womans neck. Her bare cunt pressed against the humans face and shut off her supply of oxygen.  

The two men both fell to their knees to try and compensate for the fact that Morn was now on her ass. The bearded man spoke in a shaky voice "vile greenskin slut. When I get out of this I'm going to shove my-"

Morn cut him off "no you won't" and she began to squeeze in his tender orbs harder now. All he could do was scream as his testicles began to lose their shape. Pain wracked his entire body and he tensed up. The eventually the moment came when his balls finally gave way they flattened completely in her grasp. All the while the female who's face was in green pussy desperately patted her hand on Morns thigh before her eyes rolled back.

She let go and let him crumple into a ball. She saw that the female had passed out and let her go as well. All that was left was the young man. He looked at her with pleading in his eyes. "Please just let me go."

Morn thought for a moment and simply responded "no" knowing what leaving someone capable of fighting back would mean.

She bore down with both hands and made short work of his marbles. She got up and made her way to the discarded skull. "Youre a guy, got anything to say about what happened?" She asked the skull as she picked it up.

"Badass. I mean that is the group that made me starve to death in a small cell and sell people for profit. So fuck em."

She nodded her approval and was about to leave when she heard a woman coughing. She saw the female tunic dazed and struggling to remember what happened. Morn got a wicked smile and walked over. She grabbed both of the womans ankles and lifted them up high. The woman finally was fully aware of her surroundings and saw what morn was planning. An awkward smile crept on her face "Don't suppose some nice shiny gold could help you forget about what I did?"

Morns only answer was a stomp to her human crotch with all of her orcish might. While its true that there are less things to break between a females legs that didn't stop morn from trying. 

After making sure she would have no semblance of a sex life the orc left. As she walked out of the guard house she saw many townsfolk hesitantly looking out of windows and behind cracked doors. When they saw that it was the greenskin that walked out they looked both confused and hopeful. One short and stout woman carefully approached her. "We hard the guards screaming. We weren't sure what happened." She said as she looked past the muscular woman and into the structure behind her. When she saw all three of the tunics clutching their crotches she got a relieved smile on her face. 

Morn chuckled "I'm pretty sure they don't have a gender anymore." 

"Too good for them I say. Them and their lot have been bleeding this town dry. We always hope that someone puts them in their place but we are all too afraid of who they work for."

Morn held up a hand "the three of them probably won't be able to do much for a while. And if anyone comes to replace them then tell them what happened to the last batch. Crushing privates is a good scare tactics."

The towns woman nodded. "This will make you an enemy of the Golden Lord."

Morn puffed out her chest to look more imposing, but mostly just made her top strain from being pushed near breaking point. "A real orc welcomes a fight."