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Misadventures of Kor

Opening a Can of Worms

The young orc eye's fed upon the grimoire before him. Magic other than shamanism was forbidden in his tribe, but his taboo research would lead him to greater powers than the old geezers could ever have imagined. The spirits of ancestors and nature were strong, but there was so much more that could be done... He found the ritual he was looking for and began to make his preparations.

The first thing he needed was a circle drawn in blood. He traced the outline he sketched into the stump he was using as an altar. Next, he needed something to fuel the raw magical energy needed to activate the pack. The amateur demonologist pulled out one of Kor's loin cloths he had stolen while the chief was sleeping. Kor's half satyr nature left him with a constantly hard and leaking problem between his legs coupled with his natural ability to act as a conduit for the spirits made his secretions incredibly potent with raw magical energy.

He sighed as he gave the cloth one last whiff, inhaling the musky and magically stained fabric before tossing it onto the circle. His modest orc horn began to stir and the familiar scent. The magical drawing began to emit a dark crimson glow as the magic infused strap fueled the ritual. Zeek followed the grimoire's instructions and began to read the incantation. The winds around the pudgy orc began to grow foul and a chill ran through him as he carefully spoke each word. The few hairs on his relatively smooth body stood on end as he could feel the energies crackle around the stump. According to the descriptions, this was all working exactly as detailed in his tome.

He neared the end of the incantation and now came to the final step. The lad whips out his stiff orc horn and began to give it a fast stroke. He worked his green hood back as he stroked his leaking purple tip shivering as the image of power came to his mind. His desire to overthrow Kor and enthrall the tribe to him and rule over them, proving his methods were superior to the tribe's traditions. He thought about how Kor would be on all fours, begging Zeek to use him and put him in his place. Zeek gave his shiny head one last tug before he let loose with a few ropes of his orc seed. It splattered on the circle and a dark plume of purple smoke began to erupt from the tree stump.

The hefty orc fell back on his green hams, startled by the phenomenon. Thunder crackled above even though there seemed to be no lightning and as the smoke cleared, there sat a small cylinder. A black crystal phial that seemed to have two caps. Zeeks eyes widen as he picked up the summoned item and started flipping through the pages of the grimoire. Finally, he found the corresponding illustration to the demonic artifact and studied the entry.

According to the book, these alien creatures were parasites from the abyss that feeds off the pleasure of their host. Once they enter the mind, they drain the host of all conscious thought. This demonic worm would also take control of the body, forcing their flesh to seek out lustful pleasures to feed the worm's appetite. The ritual bound the subspecies of incubi to the command of the summoner. The phial contained three dark purple worms in one end, and a fat white worm in the other. The larger worm appeared to be a queen that could be implanted and create more drones.

Zeek read the detailed passages over and over till he could recite them by memory. He waited for his opportunity and it would come later that night. The war party returned victorious from a recent raid. The warriors celebrated late into the night with feasting on meat and drink till they passed out. The campfires were but smoldering embers and the sky still dark before the sun rose.

The orcs' camp was laid out in a large circle. The chieftain's hut was setup on the southern end, opposite the main entrance. The chief's hut was guarded by two burly warriors, a bit too fat to keep up with the war parties and ended up designated guards for the camp. Still the two only got so chubby because they still partied with the warband when they returned but did not have the benefit of having fought for three days. The warriors laid scattered about the camp, some passed out near their campfires, other half slumped against each other. A few lucky ones made it to their bed rolls, some just halfway into their tents.

Before Kor's tent, his two stodgy guards were laid out on the ground passed out. The pair would normally be two imposing figures easily standing a head above Zeek, now just groaned and cuddled against one another for warmth. It was an adorable sight, but the smooth orc knew these two were still strong and fast enough to easily rip him in half with only their hands. The amateur demonologist crept over the two, taking the phial out from his robe pockets.

He uncorked the end and dumped them into his palm. The purple worms were near invisible in the moonlight. After putting up the phial, Zeek held the squirming things between a thumb and forefinger and slowly lowered them towards the sleeping brutes. They began to squirm more violently as they neared the pointed green ears of the unconscious guards. He let go of both at the same time, and the squirming demons landed right onto their ears. They quickly snaked their thin bodies into the narrow channel and wormed their way into the brain.

The effect was near immediate. The two sleeping guards never stirred at first, but Zeek could see their loin cloths beginning to tent. The demonic parasites' effects were more potent than the young orc ever anticipated. Their cocks swelled so fiercely. The cloth could not contain the enhanced lust that pumped into their bodies. With a soft pop, they flung off and their thick orc horns began to bob and leak in the open air. The two began to stir from their slumber, softly moaning and panting as their bodies became flush.

The fires of lust burned within the guards. Their hands reached down to stroke their massive cocks, leaking so much pre, their hands became slick in no time. As they seemed to wake up, their empty gazes fell upon Zeek as he just froze in place. Before him, the two husky orcs grunted softly as they continued to slowly stroke their lengths. The worms fed upon the carnal desires of their host, hungering for more. They recognized their master and just stared at the summoner.

Zeek finally snapped to and realized he would have to finish executing his plan before the others started to wake. He looked at the two and raised his hand, "Rise," he commanded.

The two guards did as he said. "Stop touching yourselves..." he said reluctantly. The two stopped stroking their leaking members, letting their hand fall to the side as they obeyed.

"Ok, we're going to enter the chief's hut quietly. I will need you two to pin him to the ground and hold him. Keep him as still as possible."

The three crept into the entrance of Kor's hut. Zeek peeked in first and saw Kor slumbering upon a pile of furs. The muscular orc snored softly and had his back to the entrance. Zeek carefully uncorked the phial and readied the last purple worm. He looked at the other two and in a hushed voice, "Now."

The two burly orcs ran in and fell onto Kor's back. The chief began to pull and struggle as soon as he felt the weight of the two bore down upon his prone body. Zeek quickly steeped over and dropped the worm into Kor's ear. The orc tried to cry out.

"What the hell-ahh! Grr...err," the chieftain slumped back down and groaned as he felt the effects of the demonic parasite. Zeek watched carefully as Kor's struggling ceased. He had done it! He could not believe he actually did it. With Kor under the control of the worm invading his mind and joining his enslaved guards, Zeek had one last thing to do to ensure complete domination of the tribe. He needed more worms. Thankfully, he would not have to perform another full moon ritual.

With the chief subdued, Zeek had the guards prop Kor up and spread his muscular thighs. "That's right, chief. You serve me now, pleasure me!" commanded the young orc. He pulled open his robes, his modest cock already rock hard. Zeek pushed his hips forward, pressing the glistening purple head against the chief's lips. The rush was beyond anything the fledgling demonologist could have imagined. His mighty warrior chief was now a mindless puppet slobbering all over his chubby orc dick.

It didn't take very long for Zeek to blow his load all over Kor's face. The leader's beard and lips were covered in his slimy seed. The horned orc continued to slobber on Zeek's balls, causing him to moan and hold onto Kor's horns to steady himself. "S-Stop," he managed to say as he pulled away from his lust crazed slave. His post orgasm clarity allowed him to begin the next crucial phase of his plan.

Zeek removed the queen into the palm of his hand, his other scooped a rope of seed off the chieftain's beard. He smeared his spilled seed across Kor's massive tool. The fat orc pulled back the leader's foreskin, smearing his seed all along his tip. He brought the squirming white demon to Kor's dick and it immediately began to nudge right down the muscular orc's urethra. The queen worm burrowed herself deeper and deeper down Kor's dick.

As Zeek watched the massive bulge slip down over a foot of prime orc meat, it disappeared into Kor's underside and the warrior shuddered and thrust his hips into the air as he felt something start to squirm and burrow into his prostate. Every nudge and pulse made his cock throb harder as the parasite settled in. She needs to feed off lust to reproduce and as luck would have it, Zeek had two beefy orcs next to his worm factory that could help stimulate production.

"You two, fuck Kor," Zeek commanded as he watched with glee. The two guards, mad with lust, descended upon their leader. One took his mouth while the other spread his muscular cheeks. They pressed their hard orc horns right into Kor, split roasting him before their master.

Zeek could already feel himself getting hard again. He reached down and began to stroke Kor's massive cock with both his hands. He licked and suckled upon the chief's leaking cock, savoring the magic rich essence coming from it. He could feel the queen continue to nestle herself into her new home. Kor's infected mind was overwhelmed with pleasure from all the stimulation. It was not long before the two guards began to spill their seed into their chief.

The young orc felt the chief start to shudder violently. Kor began to convulse as he started to cum. A few strings of sticky orc seed spurted across Zeek's lips as he fell back on his ass. The two guards grunted as they pulled out of their chief and Kor's cock continued to pulse and throb. Zeek started to see a lump form at the underside of the chieftain's dick. Slowly, the mass began to push out towards Kor's tip. Then another lump, and another lump. As the first mass started to reach beneath the warlord's glands, a dark purple worm covered in slime shot out and splattered across the chieftain's hairy belly. Zeek hurried to collect the mass of worms, stuffing them into his vial until it was full.

The sun had risen above the horizon and morning broke across the camp. Zeek looked at the squirming mass in the dark glass. He grinned as he had enough to take over the tribe. Once he cleaned up in here, he would send word that the chieftain wished to meet everyone in his tent privately. It took less than a few days before Zeek had enslaved the rest of his tribe. Soon he would expand to the other orc tribes, enthralling them all one by one. Till then the key to his conquest would be his glorious chieftain. Kor was now the tribe's fuck toy. At the center of the village, all the males would take their turns filling their warlord's mouth and ass with their seed. Feeding the queen to make more worms so Zeek could expand his influence.

With his mind broken with lust, Kor lived only to serve his master. What a wonderful master he had, giving Kor endless pleasure and spreading this gift of lust to the others so that they could share their new pleasure back with Kor. Day in and day out he would just fuck and pump out more drones, knowing his pleasure also pleases his master.