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Praise the King

Written By: TiranMaster

A group of orcs trampled grass and branches underfoot as they marched across the moors of their territory, eyes set forward as they kept their gaze on the prize they made their way towards. The group of orcs had been commanded by the leader of their village to expand their territory as they'd been doing for months now by laying waste to several nearby villages and people as they worked towards their goal. Already several other groups of orcs had joined into their village through a mixture of awe and fear as they had no desire to be stomped underfoot their power. After a long battle with a resisting orc village the patrol was now on their way to another area to continue their siege and take more land for their people.

Leading the group was a battle scarred orc with grey streaks in his beard and hair, his green skin glimmering in the light of day as they marched. There were twelve other orcs following behind him, and though their group was relatively small they were all very powerful warriors who could easily hit as hard as twenty humans combined. It had only been a week since they'd claimed the orc village who had fought them, after they had put the resistance to rest they'd taken a couple of days to relax and feast before they marched on in their endless pursuit of power.

Rakas, the leader of the orc patrol had decided that they would march north towards a swamp where there were rumors that there was a kingdom of reptilian creatures that contained boundless gold. While the orcs weren't reliant on money they couldn't deny their interest in taking such riches to flaunt before the world, and a kingdom likely meant a castle that they could use as a fortress if they so desired. The group were tireless in their movement and there was hardly a word said between the bloodthirsty beasts as they tromped through the dirt.

None of the orcs would ever dare to question Rakas' commands... at least they hadn't for a while, every now and again one of them would attempt to fight the elder orc to gain his leadership, but all of the orcs were easily beaten by his pure strength. It had been several month since the last attempt on his leadership, and yet the elder orc was always wary of battles as he knew that all of his allies were power hungry and would gladly fight him at any moment... figuring that they hadn't lost their desire. "Rakas, there's the land!" one of the orcs grunted.

The leader had already seen the sight though as a line of trees indicated where the moors and their territory ended and where the swamp started. The grass even seemed to turn a grayish color in comparison to the lush green color of the fields. All of the orcs slowed as they approached the treeline, wary of an ambush from invisible enemies from amongst the trees. Their eyes slipping over the openings in the trees, Rakas' hand flexing a few times as he waited for an attack before finally calming down and glancing back over his shoulder at the rest of his men. He nodded before gesturing for them to move forward, all of them nodding and following his lead.

If one were to look at the orcs they would be intimidated by their muscled bodies and tall forms, though they would also notice that none of them carried weapons of any sort. None of the orcs carried any form of weapon as they held the ideal that any damage done should be shared between the warriors, after all, scars were respected. "Our first thing we need to do is find information," Rakas grunted. It was the first thing he'd said for a couple of days as he was an orc of few words, and whenever he did speak everyone listened as his voice was deep and booming.

Though the orcs were brutal they were also tactical minded, whenever they were approaching a new threat that they didn't know too much about they often captured enemy warriors or locals to gather information on weapons and strengths of the opposing army. Rakas was one of few orc patrol leaders that did this though, many of the other orcs disliked the idea of being so slow to engage... though many of them were dead due to that train of thought, Rakas was an old orc for how many battles he'd participated in as he should've died long before.

As the group of orcs flooded into the swamp the air instantly changed from the hospitable cool breeze of the moor into a heated and wet mess within the swamp. All of the orcs were a bit put off as they tended to avoid such areas but Rakas' words were not to be ignored and he'd determined that they would be taking the swamp as their new land, so they continued into the swamp without halting. They were all careful to not step into any traps, their eyes sweeping the ground carefully as to spot anything that might catch them off guard, but there was nothing that these creatures had left for them to get caught in.

None of the group lowered their guard though as they had no intention of getting captured off guard. Any members of the patrol that had been lazy in their self-preservation had died off early and none of the orcs particularly missed them either, but the more honorable members who'd died in combat had been given honorable rites. Rakas was prepared more and more with every battle to be in a rite, but for now he still led the group, though he had started mentoring one of the other orcs in becoming a leader. While he had no intention of dying anytime soon Rakas also knew the benefits of training one of his men, when they took up the mantle of leader then they would be able to continue leading the group to victory rather than becoming hamfisted as the rest were and getting killed off without time to think.

The orc in question was a youthful orc by the name of Syrios, his tusks were sharp and his body was well set with muscle. He was one of the youngest members of the group and often earned a lot of ridicule from the rest on how much he gave time to thinking, but Rakas had seen his talent and strength and had taken him under his wing to become a great leader. While Syrios was weaker than Rakas he definitely had the makings of a fine leader and the elder orc knew that with enough time he would becoming strong, likely stronger than himself at that. "Syrios, come here," Rakas grunted.

The other orcs snarled to themselves in annoyance as the young orc made his way through the throng. It was no secret that Rakas valued the youthful fighter, and though they wanted to rip Syrios apart for having garnered Rakas' attention, they couldn't touch him without fear of being killed by Rakas himself. "Yes elder?" Syrios grunted. His voice was deep and his muscles were well defined, in all rights he was a model orc, and yet there was something about his tone and the way that he carried himself that the others felt off about.

"We will be setting up an encampment soon enough, but you and I shall be searching the area for any homes or villages that may be around us. We need to get information on the kingdom as fast as we can," Rakas explained. The younger orc nodded in agreement as they soon hit an opening with sparse trees, and while the group felt a bit nervous about sitting out in the open in enemy territory, nobody questioned Rakas as they started to set up all of their tents and prepared a fire to cook their food upon.

While the patrol was setting up their area for the night Rakas and Syrios slipped off into the forest, their movements were shockingly quiet for how large they were. Gone were the lumbering creatures they'd been just minutes before, but now they were hunting and it would take an expert marksman to notice the pair shifting through the undergrowth. Rakas and Syrios had their eyes peeled for anything moving in the distance, and as they continued their search it quickly became apparent that the swamp was vast as they hardly saw any houses or any form of warriors as they hunted into the night. Neither of them lost hope though as they had the feeling that there was something in the area, though neither knew quite what.

After four hours of roaming the swamp with near tireless energy the pair finally found what they were looking for, a lone figure wandering through the woods. It was a muscled crocodile man with nothing but a shield and spear clutched in his hands, his scales gleaming a brilliant green color in the moonlight shining down from above. He was glancing over the jungle opposite the hiding orcs unaware of his own precarious situation, the creature's tail wagging back and forth slowly as he started to move. The warrior hardly got to move an inch though as the two orcs sprinted towards him hardly concerned about being silent anymore as they splashed through some of the swamp water and barreled into him.

The crocodile warrior roared in a mixture of panic and anger as he was smashed to the ground, hardly getting a chance to fight back as his spear was ripped away from his hand and his shield fell from his other as he attempted to claw at his attackers. Rakas pinned the creature down by his neck as he easily smacked away the crocodiles' hands, grinning with a tusked smirk as he knew that he had the creature in his grasp and he wasn't going to be losing the reptile anytime soon. "Stop squirming!" he snarled as the crocodile thrashed in his grap.

From behind Syrios watched on in interest as the elder orc started to interrogate the warrior, drilling for information that they desired. "Where is your kingdom? Does your kingdom have access to magic or warlocks? How many men does your army have?" The questions were shot out in quick succession as Rakas smacked the crocodile's head a few times attempting to get an answer out of him for his question, but the waarrior seemed to only have one thing on his mind in reply.

"The king, he is the true conqueror of all! You pitiful creatures can't begin to understand the king's power! He will take your entire people!" the crocodile cackled. He almost seemed amused by being captured by the orcs as he attempted to snap at Rakas but he couldn't quite get his muzzle to snap around the orc's arm, a fact that annoyed him as he wiggled in the stronger male's arm.

"I don't care about your king, answer my questions!" Rakas snarled. He punched the crocodile a few times, cracking a few of the warrior's scales as he attempted to get some form of answer, but all the crocodile would blather about was his king's greatness. The orc was starting to grow weary of all the talk about the crocodile's king so he turned his head towards his subordinate with an annoying expression. "It looks like we'll have to bring this one back with us and get more information la-ARGH!" The last part of his words were cut off as the crocodile had finally managed to wiggle around enough to get a good bite out of his arm, the orc's arm bleeding where the crocodile's teeth had sunk into his arm. The crocodile wasn't so lucky to get away though as he was swiftly met with a quick punch to the face which knocked him out, Rakas growling in pain as he rubbed at the wound. "Damn serpent," he spat.

"Are you alright, elder?" Syrios grunted. His concern wasn't that great though as any orc who would be truly injured by such a pitiful bite would be unfit to lead anyone, but Rakas just grunted as he swung the crocodile over his shoulder, the creature completely out of it for now. "Shall he be enough for an informant?" the orc grunted.

Honestly Rakas didn't care about searching for anyone else, his interrogation of the crocodile would be very thorough... and painful as he intended to give the croc a few punches to the face for that bite. "We'll head back for now," he grunted. Syrios just nodded as the pair started back towards the encampment with their hostage in tow, as they walked through the jungle Rakas' head suddenly ached with a painful wave causing him to sway.

Another little worm added to the pot, and what a brutal mind it is too... you shall be fun to play with.

Words echoed into Rakas' head with a speed that he could hardly comprehend, the voice was deep, commanding, and it continued to bounce in his head as he rubbed at his skull. "Rakas, are you dying?" Syrios snorted. Some days Rakas had a feeling that the young orc was hoping he'd die so that he could take up the mantle sooner... and he couldn't deny that he was proud of such a fact.

"I'm fine, now get going, whelp," he grunted. Syrios just smirked as they continued marching on, the words already feeling like a distant memory as he stomped along with the crocodile bouncing on his shoulder.

***

Back at the encampment the pair tossed their prisoner into a cage, the moon rising slowly into the sky as the rest of the orcs were gathered around a flame. They'd cheered as they saw the crocodile warrior, from his muscled physique they were anticipating a strong match. Syrios' eyes had been planted on Rakas though as the leader seemed a little off, his body language suggesting a new exhaustion there that hadn't been there before, part of him desired to take the chance and attack... and yet the orc seemed on guard nonetheless, whatever tiredness was there didn't seem to slow him in the least. "Rakas, shall we interrogate him soon?" he asked.

The elder orc didn't answer for a moment, his gaze looking vague and distant before he shook himself out of his odd reverie. "Not until the morning. Tonight has left me more weary than I anticipated, I'll be heading off to rest for the night and we shall rise early in the morning to deal with our friend here," he grunted. While the fact that he was resting so early caused a few of the orcs to glance at him with power hungry stares it only took a quick glare at them from the leader to calm that feeling as they all flicked their gaze away from him. "You all had best be prepared to march on again tomorrow early," Rakas ordered.

With that the elder marched off towards his tent, everyone else looking on before returning to their conversations and eating while Syrios just shrugged and looked at the unconscious crocodile warrior. After a moment he just sniffed and took up a guard position in front of the cage, he had no intentions of allowing the other orcs to try their hand at fighting him as they'd done with a few of their other hostages in the past.

Meanwhile the leader was walking to his tent and feeling oddly sluggish, his body's muscles tightening up around where that crocodile had bitten him. "Damn it, I got lazy," Rakas growled. It was rare for him to get caught unaware like that, and now his arm felt as if it had some poison or something in it... but orcs were tough, and he'd survived through plenty of poisoned wounds, so he'd just sleep it off. The orc didn't notice though that across his skin a new glimmer had appeared there, a scale forming on his skin that hadn't been there before, followed by another... and another. The scales formed slowly and didn't garner Rakas' attention as his mind was currently set on ignoring a voice that occasionally spoke up.

Only a matter of time, even with your sharpened wit there's not much you can do to fight the changes. I'm sure you already feel them, a strength coursing through your veins... your skin itching with the change... it's only a matter of time.

The words should've scared Rakas more, but smart as he was he was still as stubborn as any other orc, he assumed that the voice was brought on from the poison. He'd had various type of hallucinations and such in the years of battle and he wasn't going to let it trick him, and finally he was able to lie down in his tent as he ignored the words. The leader laid in his cot with a sigh of relief, his body feeling so very tired... most nights he would stay awake thinking on battle and victory, but tonight he fell asleep fast, his skin tickling all the while...

***

Standing in the middle of the clearing from earlier where he'd met the crocodile warrior Rakas blinked as he found himself standing there, vaguely remembering that he'd just been lying down in a bed a little while earlier. "What...?" he grunted. Glancing around the clearing he looked for the other orcs, wondering if he'd been caught in some sort of dream spell or if he'd been teleported, but as he turned around he found himself facing a crocodile warrior. "You!" he grunted on sight.

Figuring that this crocodile had somehow gotten him here the orc rushed towards him as he had done earlier with the other crocodile, he'd figured that it would be simple, but he was shocked to find that this crocodile was a lot stronger as he swung his arm out and slapped the orc away. "Damn!" he roared as he fell to the wayside. The crocodile grinned with a confident sneer as the glade suddenly rang with a familiar voice.

** It appears that you can't beat this warrior so easily, orc, perhaps your old body is starting to catch up with you.**

The voice was full of laughter that drove Rakas crazy, the orc had never been fond of speaking about his age, and though he had been able to prove that he was still strong he couldn't deny a certain amount of fear from dying due to age rather than the beauty of battle. "Reveal yourself if you think yourself so grand to mock my age!" the orc snarled. Across from him the crocodile chuckled with a hissing noise, his body standing as tall as Rakas' own, his muscles far more impressive than those of other crocodile warrior.

** I do not need to reveal myself. After all you are but an old orc who can't even beat my warrior. You couldn't even defeat that other crocodile by yourself...**

"Watch yourself, beast! I was able to take that crocodile down easily with my own hands, I had no help!" Rakas roared. He didn't know why the voice was angering him so, honestly he should be able to ignore it... but now he had an odd pit in his chest...as if the voice's words rung true somehow... He remembered it clearly, he'd beaten the crocodile with an easy lunge... right?

** You doubt yourself now no doubt, thinking back to those brief moments... tackling at that crocodile warrior... but you couldn't bring him down, your old body failed you and you had to rely on a younger orc, one that could handle such a strenuous task.**

The elder orc should've known better, but his memories were starting to change on him, his thoughts being manipulated as the series of events started to shift. He remembered beating down the crocodile one minute, but the next he found himself starting to remember events differently, his fist slamming into the crocodile's chest with little effect, the crocodile laughing it off before Syrios stepped in and beat him down with one punch, something that Rakas should've been able to do. "I... I'm a warrior, I wouldn't have failed in such a way..." the orc grumbled. He was only too aware of his own body though, old, failing, growing weaker...

** Indeed, it shouldn't have failed, but it did. Age is weakening such a majestic fighter such as yourself, and it won't stop until it's stripped it all away. Do not worry though, I have a deal for you, a deal that will help the aging stop, and in fact I will reverse it.**

Part of Rakas told him to ignore the voice and just block it out, but with his memories being twisted he had a new fear in his chest, a fear of dying from a weak body... to lose to Syrios due to his body failing him. "W... what is this deal?" he grunted.

** A simple deal, one that will help you see the truth of the world. You merely must join my ranks, become a member of my kingdom, and help me grow my lands.**

The orc's mouth went dry, for a moment his orc pride flared up, how could he ever even think to betray his people?! The pride burned away in a mere moment though as he remembered his body growing weaker on him, unable to even beat up a simple weak crocodile... "If... if I promise that, will... will I become young again?" Rakas' eyes swung over to the crocodile across from him, his eyes tracing over its figure as he waited for the voice's reply, seeing how youthful and strong he looked... and how strong his tusks looked... "Wait... tusks?" he breathed.

** Your body will be young and strong, stronger in fact! Now go to my warrior and embrace him and make the deal! Become a member of my kingdom and you will not age another day!**

The voice was getting louder, and though the orc knew something was wrong about the crocodile warrior he found his head aching, his skin tingling, his body lurching forward against his will. Rakas' heart was pounding hard as his mind feared what might happen if he turned down the deal, his eyes glancing over the crocodile a few more times, now seeing that the warrior's cock was standing erect, a sight that made him uncomfortable. "W... wait.. I don't..." he started.

** Embrace my deal, orc! The King commands it!**

Suddenly Rakas found himself standing in front of the crocodile... everything suddenly going quiet except for their breathing, every breath in perfect sync, every movement seemingly mirrored. The orc felt a jolt of terror as he looked into the crocodile's eyes... emerald green eyes... ones that looked just like his own. "Yo... you... are you... me?" he breathed. The crocodile didn't answer though, he merely gave a tusk filled smirk and then pulled the orc into a rough kiss.

The orc seized up in shock as he felt the rough scaled muzzle press against his own mouth, the sensation causing shivers to ripple down his back as he already felt that tingling sensation in his body growing stronger. His mind started to blur as his mouth started to slide out, the flesh of his skin turning into green scales as the kiss continued, his own teeth starting to sharpen up even more as his tusks shifted a bit to fit the new changes accordingly.

Need to stop this right now! He's changing me... I'm changing and... gods above, I'm liking this... I feel so strong and... so youthful... NO! I'm a proud orc warrior! Rakas' internal thoughts were at war as he found his thoughts getting forcefully shifted, a new desire... a new arousal at the thought of males being pushed into his head, and a deep obedience to the King forming that he tried to will away. He felt the energy transferring into his body, his body's age seemingly slipping away as the power of youth filled it once more, his slowed reflexes speeding up once more as his muscles slimmed out. While his form was growing more lithe somehow he felt increasingly strong, more so than he'd ever felt in his life in fact!

** Yes, give in to my power, listen to your King! Feel that obedience fill you up, pride, arousal, and strength! These are my gifts to you as you become a new member of my kind!**

Rakas' cock hardened up and pushed past his loincloth as his body was covered in more and more scales, his form looking less orc-like as the moments passed. His kiss with the crocodile version of himself growing increasingly intimate as he found that enjoyed it... the rough sensation of kissing another scaled male... that powerful jaw... Orcs aren't that powerful really... they just think about power and usurping others... crocodiles, now they are far superior! They... we obey our King faithfully! More and more his thoughts were shifted, his interest in orc-kind growing weaker as he imagined standing with his crocodile brethren... fucking with them too!

His new tail whipped out with a powerful swing as he pressed himself tighter up against the other crocodile, rubbing cocks against one another as he grew harder and harder, his arousal near insatiable as his nostrils flared up with the powerful odor of musk. The King, my King, he is truly the greatest creature! To bring me into the fold, to give me youth and power, he is perfect! I love the King, I want the King! The new crocodile's mind was being overwhelmed with thoughts of the king, he watched as the last of his hair clumps fell out leaving him smooth and hairless, scales glimmering in the light as he felt truly perfect, fucking another male... kissing another male... He growled deeply, wanting to cum, needing to cum for the King!

If you want release my new warrior, you must do one thing, proclaim your utter devotion to me! Then I shall rename you and allow you release!

The crocodile pulled out of the kiss though he was saddened to feel the lack of pressure against his lips, his tusks glinting in his mouth as he turned his head up. "My king, I devote my entire life to you!"

** Good! Now my newest warrior, Sley, cum!"**

***

There was a roar of pleasure as Sley came, the sheets lying on his body being filled with the new crocodile's juices. The cum stained the sheets, not that the crocodile really cared, the wound on his arm was a faint scar as he jolted out of bed and licked the cum from his gleaming scales. He pulled away the stained loincloth and allowed himself to stand in all of his bare beauty. He was young and powerful, he hardly had a connection left to the orc who had laid down there before, he was a loyal servant to his King. "My King, what shall I do first?" he asked.

** Your first order is to release your fellow warrior, Roes, from imprisonment. From there on you are to convert the rest of the orcs of the encampment. You shall be told else what to do afterwards.**

"Yes my King," Sley purred. Even though he'd just cum hearing his King's voice in his head already turned him on once more. Before when he was an orc he'd never thought much about sex, it wasn't something that ever had interested him and as such he'd never even taken a mate, but now he knew the pleasures of the flesh as he remembered the feeling of rubbing up against his fellow male. He stepped out of the tent, the moon was high in the sky by this point and the flames of the encampment had gone out.

The crocodile sneered with amusement, it would be easy to free Roes, and there he could enjoy the company of the other crocodile as they turned all of the orcs into far more handsome creatures! Slipping through the tents he made his way towards the cell where they'd thrown in Roes, he was so excited in thinking about the other crocodile that he just about walked into the angry looking orc before him. "An intruder, eh? It looks like a friend came to join you in your cell, croc," a deep voice grunted.

Sley blinked as he saw before him was Syrios, the young orc pumping himself up already as he grinned wide. Standing behind him in the cage was Roes who was looking at Sley with a devious grin, both of them knowing what was to happen to the youthful orc. "It looks like you don't have much to say unlike your compatriot, I'm sure Rakas will be glad to have a second crocodile to pummel in the morning," the orc chuckled. He was now advancing on the crocodile, and though it probably made more sense to call out from some aid just in case, in true orc style he was content beating on the crocodile himself.

"I'm sorry to say that it's not crocodiles I'm looking to beat on now, Syrios," Sley laughed. Syrios froze up as he heard the crocodile's voice, it was far younger sounding that it had before, but it was unmistakingly Rakas' voice.

"Rakas?" Syrios breathed. Sley took that moment and rushed towards the orc, victory in his eyes as he slammed into the orc. For a moment he thought he had him as he felt the orc start to lean back, but he was surprised to feel Syrios push back with a groan. "D...damn! Whatever happened to you... you grew stronger! But too bad that I've been practicing these last few months... whatever changed you like this, don't worry Rakas, I'll make sure you still get a proper burial!" Syrios snarled.

The orc was holding his own as the crocodile pressed up against him, the pair held apart by their arms, holding each other's' hands in a vice like grip that wouldn't let go. Both of them growled as they pushed, Sley attempted to snap at Syrios, but the orc was careful not to let him bite, knowing that something in the bite had changed Rakas. For a few moments they were held like this, but Sley quickly got tired of the game... and decided to stop holding back. He grinned wide as Syrios' eyes widened in shock before he was tossed to the ground with a swing of the crocodile's tail at his legs.

The orc grunted as he slammed into the ground and tried to jump back up before he was pressed down to the ground as Sley jumped onto his chest, his ass pressed against the orc's pecs. "The King wants you to join us, Syrios! He's such a generous creature!" the crocodile chuckled. The orc opened his mouth to argue against it, but as he did so the crocodile's cock erupted with cum and it flew into the orc's mouth.

Though Syrios attempted to spit it up Sley slammed his mouth shut with his hand and forced him to swallow it. For a moment the crocodile watched as the orc's eyes widened and started to glaze over, the changes taking effect faster than with the bite. The crocodile's cum was far more infectious than his bite and he watched as the scales spread across Syrios' skin, his body shivering as the changes occurred. The orc's skin started to ripple as it became scales, his muscles growing smaller as his form grew smaller to match, Sley standing up as Syrios shivered a bit, his eyes rolling in his head a bit as he attempted to fight the King's words.

It lasted a few moments as the changes rushed through the orc, his tail pressing out from underneath his body, his cock growing larger and erect, his hair sloughing away until he stood up. The new crocodile looked confused for a moment before he looked to Sley with a grin on his face. "The King's glory is immense," he purred.

The new crocodile's name rushed into Sley's head as said by the King. "I'm glad you think so, Yerith," he chuckled. The pair grinned as they grew close, rubbing their cocks against each other as they explored each other's bodies with their hands, admiring their muscled physiques. "Our King is perfect, our King is glorious, our King is awesome," they purred in sync. The pair soon came onto one another's bodies, allowing the juices to flow down their abs before breaking apart and Sley finally freeing Roes from his entrapment.

Roes stepped forward and embraced Sley in a kiss, the pair purring as they grinded their crotches tightly, a meeting that felt natural to the new crocodile. They soon broke off the kiss, grinning as the looked towards the slumbering tents. "It's time to bring them all under the King's control," Roes purred. The other two nodded before they split up, rubbing their cocks as they imagined the surprise on the orcs' faces...