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Warriors of Doanna Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Reardo

A hot wind blew across the quiet battlefield, the tall summer grasses and wheat swaying and rustling like a land locked ocean beneath the afternoon sky. The day marked the end to the attack on Orcishan Doanna, the capital city of the Orc Clans. It had been a massacre, but not of the targeted city... the attacking humans had been laid to waist. For every Orc that had been slain in battle, five humans had fallen. The walls were not breached, the ancient trees rising up in the midst of the city were intact... The only sign that such a tragic battle had taken place came from outside of the walls; the bodies strewn across the fields. Most of the fallen were dead, but some still clung to life. Reardo was one of the latter.

On a gentle slope leading down to a creek now running brown and red with murk and blood was a young man. He was in his twenties but he could have been mistaken for much younger given his stature. His armor was oversized, his clothes baggy, his arms barely able to lift his sword. The sad truth was that he shouldn't have even been on the king's legion... He was a knight, but his nobility had come through his bloodline, not his actions. This battle had been his chance to prove himself, and despite fighting bravely, he had failed. He had held dueled and orc for over an hour, using his agility and evasiveness to tire the orc out... but it hadn't been enough. Another knight had seized the opportunity to kill his enemy and had not even ensured that Reardo would be clear of the falling behemoth's body. The sickening crunch had signaled the rest.

Reardo cast his steely blue eyes around, trying to take in his surroundings. He saw the bodies of friends, of those that had been rude to him, and of the orcs... He still was amazed by their appearance. Even the youngest, frailest orc warriors were over six feet tall and boasted hundreds of pounds of muscle. They were strong, ancient, wise... They honed their fighting to the point of barbarism but never lost touch with nature. Reardo was ashamed to admit it to himself, but sometimes he wondered if his country's march toward progress was cutting them off from their past. Still, such idle things were the only comfort to a dying man. He was too injured, too weak to fall back. He hadn't even been able to drag himself up the hill.

The weather was oddly pleasant, it seemed completely inappropriate for the site of a massacre... Sweet smells of late harvests filled Reardo's nose, reminding him of the arms he had played at as a child. The knight took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Silence hung around Reardo like a blanket for many moments, but it all came to an end as he heard someone moving across the field. Feet were crunching through the stalks of wheat and clumping down the grasses. Reardo's heart jumped, hoping that his fellow knights had come to collect the injured... but his hope was smashed as a gigantic leather boot came down next to him, the one foot wide as his head. The other boot came down next to it, long brown hide pants covering the rest of his legs. The orc warrior gazing down at Reardo, almost appraisingly.

The warrior's eyes were a vibrant amber, as bright as gold. His skin was weathered and thick, but the jade tone was so rich that it seemed to only be more handsome in that state. His black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail tied in place with leather strips, but he had far more hair on his face. A thick mustache obscured his upper lip, trailing into the long, bushy, dense black beard that completely covered his cheeks and dropped down from his face to trail along the middle of his chest, the hair there completely exposed as well from the open portion of the leather vest he wore. The ivory tusks rising up from behind his bottom lips framed his mouth and gave him the animalistic look that humans so feared.

"Are you alive?" The orc asked, is voice as booming and deep as thunder. Reardo froze. It was a question he never anticipated being asked... it was startlingly straight forward, and it gave him a choice. He could play dead, or tell the truth... but his eyes made the decision for him as he blinked. Reardo took a deep breath.

"I'm... yes, injured... but alive. Are you here to finish me off?" Reardo asked softly. The orc snorted.

"Humans... You have no sense of honor, do you? We don't slay helpless victims or civilians..." The orc said, his voice shaking through Reardo's body. The warrior leaned down, running his large hands over the knight's body with surprisingly gentle touches. He nodded to himself, "You will recover if you partake of our medicine... and you're safe enough to be moved." The orc said.

"Moved, moved where? Where-" Reardo froze as the muscled arms scooped him up. Reardo rose up several feet into the air, his shoulders and knees braced by huge muscled green arms. The knight paused, unable to breathe for a moment, but when he did he smelled a musky, earthy, sweaty smell... the scent of manliness, but it was more than that. The orc had a stronger scent, a more appealing one. Reardo found his head drifting closer to the warrior's chest for just a moment before he caught himself. He pulled back and looked across the field, his cheeks flushing red. Surely it was some heathen trick... he had to remain strong. He looked out at his fallen comrades... well, comrade was a bit of a strong word. They had always made fun of his abilities... and in the end they had been right. Reardo sighed, closing his eyes. When he was healed... he could try to affect his escape, but for now there was nothing to do but resign himself to his fate. Reardo began breathing in that musk more and more, drawing the orc's scent deep into his lungs.

The walk seemed to take some time, especially when the orc carrying him stopped to check on other humans, but they had perished. After a while Reardo blocked it all out of his mind, focusing on entirely abstract concepts rather than the death around him. It had almost been an hour before he realized that his orc hadn't said anything in a long while... and it had gotten cooler. Reardo opened his eyes to see the most amazing sight he had ever seen, the walls of Doanna... up close. No human had ever been as close to the city as Reardo was, and from the distance at which the battle had been fought, it was impossible to realize just how grand it was.

The walls were made of wood and stone stretching taller than any castle or cathedral from any kingdom Reardo had heard of. Orcs stood around the top of the walls, apparently on a wide walkway just behind the top. They were on lookout for any threats advancing toward the city from any direction and they had never failed... but what impressed Reardo more than anything was the grove of ancient trees settled in the midst of the orcish city. Humans removed the trees from their castle grounds, planting vegetable gardens and useful things. Not only had the Orcs let the trees grow in their city for countless generations, they had helped them to grow to mythic proportions. The canopy of trees stretched over the entire city, branches interwoven and leaves eternally green.

A tremendous growling filled the air as Reardo's attention was brought back to his fate. The massive gates were opening as the Orcs that had been out on patrol were returning. Some were injured, though most were fine. Reardo took a deep breath, expecting one of them to slay him despite the good wishes of his caretaker, but none did. None of the warriors gave him a second glance. The doors rumbled to a stop and Reardo's captor advanced, giving him a first hand look inside the city... and it was so beautiful he could barely believe it.

The treetops of Doanna could be seen for miles in any direction, but no one had any idea how many trees there were. Most guessed at fifty to sixty, some more and some less... but no guess had ever been right... because there were only five. Five massive trunks rose up at the edges of the city, mingling together. The homes, shops, blacksmith and pubs were all built in-between the grizzled roots of the trees, given protection on three sides... All the structures were built out of wood and bark and vines, the city made into a relaxed but advanced Mecca that stretched all the way to its perfectly round walls. It was a masterpiece of nature.

As much as the city itself was overwhelming Reardo, his eyes were drawn to the people. He had seen many orc men and women on the battlefield, but they were all adults. Inside the walls he saw the children and the aged. Orcs taller than him had the faces of young teenagers, muscled and lithe. There was even a group of orc boys Reardo would guess to be thirteen or fourteen that seemed to be working on their first mustaches... Reardo was taken aback, and honestly, a little envious. He had been a runt his entire life, small and frail. It had taken a lot to prove that he could at least keep up with the other knights. The strength the orcs had was given by birthright... and a lot more useful than nobility.

While Reardo's mind had kept wandering, his captor had not. They had moved to the center of town, approaching a large wooden lodge that was built on a mound of the earth. Torches rested at the base of the hand rails to the building, the fire shimmering with green light. The bearded orc carrying Reardo moved up, advancing on the front door. Two teenagers opened the doors to let them in and then Reardo was inside... the lodge of the Chieftain, the leader of the Orcs. The inside was almost palatial in its own way. Polished, cured wood paneling made up the walls and carefully crafted saddle blankets and hides hung from them to add a bit of flair.

"Gar... I see you found a survivor." Came an even deeper growling voice. Reardo turned his head, seeing that the owner of the voice was a huge orc resting in a large chair. He had to be over eight feet tall with skin as green as emeralds, his black hair cut shorter and almost a bit spiky on top. His face was covered with a much shorter but equally dense beard, the curls of black hair contrasting with the white of his fangs and the green of his skin. His eyes looked right back at Reardo, the irises a deep violet in color.

"He needs medical treatment, he is injured. His legs mostly." Gar replied, his voice vibrating through Reardo's body as he spoke. The chief nodded, bringing thick, long green fingers up to his chin, rubbing at the hair there.

"Deposit him here, I will speak with the human while you prepared the herbs." The chief said. Gar nodded in agreement, approaching the chief before he lowered Reardo down, setting him on the floor before the chief. Reardo gazed up and the chief gazed down, neither having hd a prolonged look at members of the other species before. The chief considered for a long moment.

"It is a shame our people cannot work together to accomplish even more good." The chief stated. Reardo's jaw nearly dropped.

"What is even more good? The conquest of our lands" Reardo asked. Gar growled in dismay across the room where he was grinding up herbs into a fine paste. The chief simply had ignored the comment.

"There is still so much uncharted land to the west, so much to learn and see... Too many have died... Life is too fragile, especially human life." The chief said. The statement rung true for Reardo, causing him to be quiet for a long moment. The chief looked down at Reardo, surprised a human could make it past the age of seven and be as small as the knight. He was the smallest human the chief had ever seen, but if his idea was going to work... it would have to work on everyone. Gar moved back, handing Reardo a small bowl.

"This will make you feel better." Gar said. Reardo accepted the bowl, looking at the pinkish paste inside, wondering if it actually was safe. Gar and the chief both seemed to be waiting for him to sample it though, and Reardo wasn't going to spit in the face of a gift horse. Well, a gift orc. Reardo scooped some of the paste onto a finger and slid it into his mouth. The taste was sweet, succulent, pungent... and a smooth tingling spread through his body. The pain from his sword wounds and bruises faded completely and the ache in his legs was dull for the first time in a day. The relief was so tangible, Reardo couldn't hold back. He ate the paste from his fingers as fast as he could until the pain died away completely and the bowl was empty. The knight gave his fingers one last suck before he was done. Gar shook his head.

"Poor Human, don't they feed you back in your lands?" Gar asked, worried that the human was starving to be so small. Reardo looked surprised.

"They feed me well, and I earn my keep." Reardo replied. The chieftain nodded.

"And, as much as we may not be aware of it, there are other strengths than pure muscle. I saw your duel on the field... You challenged our warrior for some time and used no dishonorable tactics. You dodged, you circled, but you did not flee... and your injury came at the dishonor of your own kind... It shows that you stand apart." The chieftain said. Reardo's eyes fell to the floor. It was all true.

"I have often stood aside from my fellow knights, but I would not say apart. I may be different, but... I did my duty." Reardo said. The chieftain smiled, his lips parting, showing far more teeth than just his tusks.

"That you did, that you did... and you did it well. I saw into your spirit out there, and I want to offer you something we have never offered a human before... I want to offer you our strength, our stamina, our longevity. I want to offer you to become an orc." The chief said. Reardo's eyes widened in shock. He didn't believe his ears. Gar didn't either, the bearded orc watching in equal surprise. After a long moment, it was Reardo who spoke first.

"Is that possible?" Reardo whispered. The chieftain's lips came back together, but still in a grin before he nodded.

"Easier than many know... All it requires is to cast human inhibitions aside, to embrace the life of an orc, to embrace the true strength within." The chieftain said. Reardo fell silent, contemplating... but he wasn't contemplating the gift, he was contemplating his worthiness of it.

"I do not know if I can accept. I have been your enemy; I have killed those in your clan. I would sully your tribe with my presence." Reardo said softly. The chieftain all but laughed.

"You still think so much like a human." He said, shaking his head, "You fought with honor and our fight is over, you are not an enemy... and if you became one of us, you would not take away from our tribe, you would add to it. You would be one of us."

As the chieftain explained, Reardo felt his cause for resisting melting away. The truth was that he DID want it; he longed for it and craved it. He was ashamed of how much the idea excited him... He looked at the two huge green men, their muscles and height and size... their wisdom seemingly ancient and surpassing that of humans. Gar's huge beard, the chieftain's huge shoulders, it was just so much to take in and he loved it all. Reardo froze, he did... he really did love how they looked. He shivered softly, his pants pushing into a tent as blood rushed into his member and then his face as he blushed. Gar grinned.

"It's about time; I've been honoring the chieftain since I got in here..." Gar murmured. Reardo turned, realizing the bearded orc had a tent almost as long as the knight's forearm, stretching the leather pants to their limit. Reardo moaned, a drop of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth before he turned to the chieftain.

"I'll do it." He said decisively.

******

Night had fallen but the light of the torches grew brighter than ever before. White and gray stones had been laid out into a circle, alternating in color. Reardo stood in the midst of the circle with the chieftain and gar to either side of him. Reardo was still blushing, not for his own sake but many orc men had gathered to watch. One young orc-man sat on a small boulder. He had pulled his loin cloth aside and now his meaty hand slid up and down a foot and a half long cock as he watched in anticipation. Reardo was intrigued, amazed, and a bit ashamed of his own member. A large hand came down on his shoulder, easily covering it with one palm.

"Remember what I said, you must cast your inhibitions aside. You are one of us." The chieftain explained. Reardo nodded gently, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes. All he had to do was embrace the life of an orc, to embrace his instincts... His instincts seemed to be saying all the masculinity around him was wonderful and that he should be taking part... as much as he could. Reardo opened his eyes and reached for his shirt, pulling it up. The baggy chain mail and cloth slipped up, jangling before he got it over his head, tossing it over into a heap.

The fire light fell across his smooth stomach and chest, but no one reacted in dismay or disgust. If anything, there was only curiosity. Reardo felt much more at ease. He reached down to pull his boots off, casting them aside. His small peach skinned feet rested in the dirt, his toes gripping at it. All that was left were his pants. Reardo began unfastening them, though he became rather distracted as Gar all but tore off his leather vest and pants. Huge mountains of hairy muscle emerged into the night, the orc's arms almost as big as Reardo himself. Drool leaked from Reardo's lips again, but that was even before he saw that the chieftain was disrobing as well.

The fantastically crafted garb of the chief was removed piece by piece, tossed to a pile as well. It seemed that orcs were very down to business when it came to getting naked... but as Reardo watched, the chieftain's body unfolded before him like a piece of artwork. Every muscle, every contour, every crevice was perfect. His dark green skin seemed dark during the day and light during the night, always the perfect and most vibrant shade... and then Reardo saw the chieftain's member revealed slowly. It wasn't nearly as long as Gar or the near by young man, but it was... perfect. The width, the length, the mushroom shaped head, the veins, the large sack hanging below it. In every way it was precisely perfect.

At first Reardo wasn't sure what to do, but then he remembered... he was supposed to embrace his instinct. The knight dropped his pants, revealing his own achingly hard peach colored member but that was forgotten as he moved up toward the chieftain. He slowly lowered onto two knees to get a better look. One hand reached up, coming to rest against the jade colored shaft. Reardo gazed at the cock tip before his fingers curled around the shaft, giving it a squeeze before it started sliding back and forth.

For several long moments Reardo merely knelt before the chief, working his shaft, admiring it. He had no idea that Gar had moved up behind him, working his own massive shaft. Rich yellow cum oozed from the tip, pooling in his other hand before some overflowed and dripped to the ground. Gar soon let go of his cock, dipping his fingers into the collected sperm. With a careful hand, Gar began to trace spiraling symbols on Reardo's shoulders. Where the yellow sperm touched, his skin was swiftly darkening. At first it was merely tan, but before long the frail knight Reardo had dark green tattoos like spiraling suns on each shoulder, lines zig-zagging down his arms.

Reardo moaned softly, feeling heat infusing his arms, his heart rate increasing. He could feel the blood flowing through his veins, but it seemed like more was flowing in than out. Reardo gasped softly as his shoulders began to throb before the muscles beneath the tattoos started to swell. For the first time in his life he was gaining definition. Biceps, triceps, they were all forming... and as his flesh curved over dense muscle, the tattoos looked even more manly. Reardo's hand tightened on the chieftain's shaft, working it back and forth even faster while the human's free hand moved to caress and rub at the orc's massive balls, appreciating their size.

Once more, Reardo gave into his instincts. He leaned forward, his tongue sliding from between his lips. He gave the chieftain's cock a slow, lingering lick. The human's saliva spread along the underside of the orc cock from the base to the tip, sliding over the slit in the large, plump head. When Reardo's tongue met the slit, the explosion of earthy musk was too much for him to hold back from. Hi slips pressed to the tip before spreading over the thick head, working to encompass more and more. The foreskin of the orc's meat was slid back as the lips advanced, releasing even more musk. Reardo's entire body tingled in excitement as a huge burst of flavor was released from that. His cheeks suddenly went tight as he started to suck and slurp lewdly, his tongue slathering over all of the cock in his mouth.

Thick green fingers tangled in Reardo's silver hair, holding him there, guiding him back and forth. Feeling the motion, Reardo grew zealous. He tried to take the chieftain in much more, but as the cock rammed the back of his throat, he nearly gagged. Readro blushed furiously, but he was committed. He focused all of his will power on making the impossible happen and then eased forward once more. This time the chieftain's cock rubbed the back of his throat before the human tilted his head, giving the green meat access to his throat The chieftain grunted in glorious bliss, drooling a bit himself as he felt his cock starting to slide into Reardo's hot depths. He'd deep throated many orcs before, but the human was so tight, so eager, so untouched. It was obvious he was taking the virginity of that throat, and it exhilarated him.

As Reardo's neck bulged with the girth of the chief, Gar was far from finished. He had filled his hand up with a new batch of cum and had started painting all over Reardo's back. The lines almost made wings of sorts, beneath which new muscle groups were forged to define his shoulders. The tattoos on his arms had started to grow blurry, the green moving out from the edges of the lines and spreading across his flesh itself. The light dusting of hair on his arms was changing to a darker green than his skin, getting a bit thicker. His bones ached and throbbed, but it was a good pain, growing pains as his arms lengthened and his hands swelled larger. It almost seemed as if he was becoming more ape than orc as his arms grew long enough to hang past his knees. Gar massaged his sperm into Reardo's back, feeling the muscles distend and grow before they started turning green. Gar knew that the chief's seed would seal Reardo's fate forever, but he wanted to have as much of a hand in the human changing as he could. He had found him, after all.

Despite the fact that his body was changing before his very eyes, Reardo was completely concentrating on the cock he was attending to. His throat massaged and tugged the huge shaft, pleasing it in ways no mere ass or mouth could. The chieftain grunted, sliding his meat back and forth in Reardo's throat, taking advantage of the tight mouth, but the pleasure was getting to him. His shaft was starting to leak his pre seed. Thick, hot, clear goo was drooling down the knight's shaft, collecting in his stomach and spreading warmth through his body. Reardo shuddered, embracing the feeling, guzzling the pre down even more. While the human had been able to reach the chieftain's cock by kneeling, it had been a terrible distance to breach. The large orc had even been forced to crouch ever so slightly to make it possible, but it was slowly becoming a bit easier for Reardo. The pain in his legs was at least offering a gain, the gain of inches. The distance between his waist and his knees was growing larger as bones stretched, and the rest of his legs were no exception. Even his feet were contorting and growing.

"Very nice..." Gar moaned to himself, panting hard. He had continued trying to pain all over Reardo, but he was getting too turned on to manage it with such care. The bearded orc wrapped both hands around his cock, fist to fist as he started pumping his meat. In moments his sperm started leaking out wildly, but he hadn't even reached orgasm yet. Gar moved to stand over Reardo, drizzling the juices across the human as he pleasured himself. Most of the sperm landed on Reardo's scalp, soaking into his distinct silver hair. While the sperm had changed his skin and even arm hair, it didn't seem to be tainting the color of the knight's actual hair... what it was changing was its length. Reardo's evenly cut hair was all but spilling out of his head, growing longer, smoother, softer. As the cum ran down the back of his neck, though, it resumed the staining of his skin.

Everywhere the yellow cum oozed, his skin turned a deep green. His neck, his shoulders, his back... but it wasn't just where the cum had touched, it was spreading out from those points more quickly every moment. Reardo was still sucking the chieftain down, pushing forward every thrust until, at last, he hilted the man. The chief's cock practically reached all the way to his stomach, but Reardo wouldn't have wanted it ay other way. He buried his face in the thick soft bush, inhaling he musky scent... Reardo didn't even realize that humans couldn't do that. Somehow he was able to both deep throat the chieftain and breathe, meaning he didn't have to pull off any time soon.

The smell of pre, cum, sweat and musk was overpowering, even to the chieftain. His steady flow of pre trickled to a stop, but the pulsing in his balls was growing more insistent. It wouldn't be long before he lost control, but Gar had lost that long before. He masturbated wildly, sending wild ropes of sperm across Reardo's backside. The cum splattered across his ass cheeks which grew round and hard with muscle, down the backs of his legs, and even his feet... which turned Gar on even more. With one hand he aimed his shaft, coating Reardo's foot with sperm while the other began rubbing it in. Reardo's toes grew longer, thicker, the sole of his foot stretching wildly as it turned a dark green. His foot had barely been larger than a child's before, but in moments it was massaged and stretched larger than the king's himself... and that was only the start. Even when Gar moved to cover and massage the other foot, the first continued to grow.

The chieftain looked down at the growing warrior before him... with huge green shoulders, a muscled back, huge legs and arms and a wild mane of silver hair, but it wasn't enough. He had to help this warrior achieve the greatness that was his destiny... he had to help this strength culminate, and that thought sent the massive orc over the edge. Reardo could feel the balls in his hands pulse and tug up toward the male's body before the shaft stuffed down his throat began to pulse, but as much as Reardo might have wanted it, the chief wasn't going to spray the cum directly into his stomach. Inch after inch of orc cock was withdrawn until only the former knight's mouth held it.

Reardo was surprised, but somewhat elated. He would be able to taste the amazing seed he craved so much. As dutifully as he had done anything in his life, he sucked and slurped on the thick green cock, trying to unleash the flow that was to come... and then it came. Hot, thick, potent, virile semen erupted into his mouth, coating his teeth and flowing down his tongue. Reardo slurped at the cock slit but soon his cheeks were bulging with the amount of it. He gave a greedy gulp, then another and another. His throat entered a constant state of swallowing but there was too much cum to hold. It started to spill from his lips, staining them green as it ran down his face. Silver stubble began emerging from his face before his teeth ached, but still Reardo drank.

The leaking cum splattered across Reardo's chest, spreading the green across his pectorals as they grew defined and swelled outwards, his nipples growing quite erect. Even the areolas darkened to a deep forest green as his skin got tougher and thicker. Reardo continued to guzzle the seed down, his eyes squeezing shut in both pleasure and pain. Reardo's lips swelled thicker around the shaft before his jaw began to stretch and grow. As the bones moved, his teeth had more room and even they began to swell larger, becoming rougher... but none were growing more than his bottom canine teeth. As the rest of his teeth swelled larger, his canines were pushed to the corners of their lips. Slowly, the tiniest points of white began to curve out from his mouth and emerge from either side of the chief's cock where it entered his lips.

"Yes, feel it... your birth as a warrior of Orcishan Doanna..." The chief said, nearly drooling at the words. The fangs continued to grow, holding the cock in place like guard rails as Reardo's face was distorted. His jaw bone stretched forward to give him a slight underbite before his nose widened. Reardo's entire head felt heavier, like the bones were becoming thicker... but it was alright, his neck was spreading wider with muscle. The cum continued to leak from the new orc's mouth, spilling down his ripped chest and changing stomach. The smooth flesh was now riddled with mounds of muscle as his abdominal muscles came in.

Reardo began to let out a surprisingly deep growl of pleasure, the vibration translating through the chieftain's cock, making him cum even harder. Reardo's eyes were becoming wilder, the irises shimmering as they took on more and more of a lime color. The green skin tone was even spreading from Reardo's thick lips, advancing beneath his silver stubble. It ringed his mouth, spilled across his chin and back across his cheeks. The cum that had soaked his hair was dripping down along his ears, turning them green... and even they were changing, the tips throbbing as they stretched into points, sticking out from the hair a bit more.

The green moved across Reardo's thicker nose, around his green eyes and across his thickening brow. As the green met his hairline and his ears finished changing, it was apparent that Reardo had the head of an orc. Between the work of Gar and the chieftain, Reardo's entire upper torso had been changed and turned green. His legs weren't far behind, resting in a collected pool of cum. There was only one place that had not changed, his groin... although even that was not entirely true. While Reardo's manhood remained unaltered, his balls were looking particularly different... larger, plumper, and a bit... green. While they had once been no larger than any human, each ball had to at least be the size of a kiwi and the sack was getting to be just as fuzzy as one. The heavy balls hung low, churning away. His own seen was becoming that of an Orc, as powerful as the stuff that had changed him into one.

Knowing what was coming; Gar got down onto his hands and knees and moved to Reardo's side, trying to squeeze his head in between the chieftain and the former human. Reardo shuddered in shock as he felt lips and tusks brushing against his achingly hard shaft. He thrust his hips forward, accidentally grazing Gar's thick beard before pulling back and trying again. This time he was successful, his shat sliding into the hot, moist mouth of the orc that had saved him. Reardo wasted no time, thrusting wildly. Each time he thrust forward, the last of his humanity would disappear and the orcs watching would cheer. When it pulled back and was still pink, they would grow quiet again, wanting to see their brother become one of them forever.

Reardo was overwhelmed by pleasure. Not only that, he had been insanely surprised he hadn't cum already It was as if the transformation was holding him back until things were perfectly right... but that time was close. Reardo shuddered, feeling his chieftain's cock deep in his mouth and his own deep in the mouth of Gar. It was only right, it was only as it should be, and that was all he would ever need... because he was an Orc of Doanna! As that thought crossed the former human's mind, his past identity was washed away by a flood of pleasure. His balls throbbed, his shaft twitched and then creamy white cum flowed into Gar's mouth. The bearded Orc was shocked at first by the taste and coolness of the cum, but the more he drank, the hotter and muskier it got. The white was tainted by yellow and soon it was as strong as any Orc cum. The last of Reardo's humanity was gone, washed away with his orgasm. Every inch of cock that slid in and out of Gar's mouth was deep forest green, long and veined, seemingly much longer than before.

The three orcs remained as they were for a half hour, sucking and slurping and cleaning each other, but finally, well into night, they were spent. Gar pulled off of Reardo's meat and collapsed back and the chieftain moved to sit down, moving to pull Reardo onto his lap. While Reardo was a little over eight feet tall, he obeyed the chieftain and settled onto his lap, laying his head against the man's shoulder. The two embraced closely and Reardo let his lime green eyes slip shut. The chieftain smiled at that, his closing a moment later. All three orcs fell asleep to the moans and groans of all those gathered sharing their own orgasm in celebration of the new orc that had joined the warriors of Doanna.