NTR Quest - Demonkine (Alternate) 5 - Malik

“I thought you could handle anything!” You exclaimed.

“Me too!” Kara shared your frustrations, possible more so. She had her head in her hands.
“My head is spinning... I can't stop thinking about him.”

You grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Snap out of it. You're supposed to be able to handle anyone. Think!”

Kara exhaled. “I told you from the start right? Orcs are rough. My people are all female and they're all males. If you think about it, aren't we directly compatible? Plus, they have this...” She squinted.

“What?”

Kara held her head. “Not sure... It's just a thing they do. Some of them. It's bad.”

“If he's actually really strong then what's the harm in making him the one?” You asked. You were conflicted because on one hand the man had the potential to genuinely steal Kara away from you. On the other hand...

'There is none.' You decided.

'Why am I arguing for this?' You felt your forehead. Sweat.

'I feel strange. I can't stop thinking about him, either. For better or for worse.'

“You don't get it, Hero.” Kara began.
“Orcs don't just 'take' a girl. They convert them.”

“Convert them? Like, to their religion?”

“To Orcs.”

You blinked. “H-how!?”

“I don't think it's literal and I don't know the details and I don't wanna know. We've got to separate ourselves from this guy. Cold turkey. Got it?”

You had no complaints. “Got it.”

“Do you need me to find you another partner?” You asked dutifully.

“Yeah. Get someone good, just... Obviously not an Orc. A gnoll or a Beastfolk or whatever. Something harmless.” You chuckled at that. A Gnoll or a Beastfolk was harmless by her estimation but an Orc meant danger. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind and went out to hunt. You left your little 'camp' area within the circus and searched the immediate vicinity. There were plenty of candidates   all around and you were sure that all you needed to tell them was that he had a sexy fox that was in desperate need of dicking. You stopped for just a moment to take in the people around you and jumped as a hand rested on your shoulder.

You turned to see Malik standing over your shoulder. “Oh, it's you.”

“That's right.” He smiled.
“It's me.”

“We aren't going to be dealing with you anymore.”

“But we all had such a good time, I thought.”

“You're dangerous.” You claimed. The Orc looked shocked.

“I am? Why's that?”

“Orcs convert people. That's what I heard.” You argued, trying to step away from the man.

“That's true.”

“So you admit it?”

“I admit it, yes. Anything else you're curious about?” Malik leaned down. You were taken aback with how forward he was being. If you though about it... He really was perfect if it was not for the little thing about him being out of control. As you thought that his hand slide up to the side of your face and tapped your forehead. You felt a bit of static, or something else. Subtle. You shook your head.
“I wont push you, then.” Malik offered amicably.

“You wont?” It was surprising. It seemed the perfect time to push.

“By all means try other options. But, you have the sense to know who the BEST option in this entire circus is.”

You scoffed. “You aren't going to trick me with blind confidence. We'll find someone better.” As you said that he turned and returned in the direction of his own area. You breathed a sigh of relief.

'Well that was surprisingly simple. I... Bested the Orc.' You smiled widely.

'I don't know what Kara was on about, maybe this is easier than she let on.' You pushed that thought to the back of your mind and continued your search. You found a promising-looking Beastfolk. He was a Dog. Big enough and strong enough. Muscular. To Kara's taste, you hoped.

-

It could have been called a disaster, at risk of being dramatic. All it was, was as the male was fucking her, Kara stared up unenthusiastically. His cock wasn't small, but it was smaller than Malik. His body wasn't short or slight, but it was less. His personality was boring.
“Take it, bitch!” He grunted.

Kara looked at you. You felt what she was feeling, oddly enough. Even the pain of watching her get ploughed by a man was replaced with boredom. You both stared down and watched his cock pushed in. It had been pushed in by another that was far better earlier, so she seemed to be feeling nothing and was not in the mood to fake it.
“Okay, that's enough.” You muttered, gripping his arm.

The Dog laughed. “What do you want, squirt? Just enjoy the show while I take your girl.”

You wasted no time pulling the Dog off and tossing him to the ground. You were not weak, nor were you untrained. You could beat many men of sizes bigger than you if you truly had the mind to.
“Get out. You're boring.” It was a worse insult than any that could be leveled against a man, aside from impotent. He looked flustered and rushed out with his tail between his legs. You sighed deeply.
“Sorry...”

“No.” Kara sounded amazed.
“That was...” She smiled.
“Hot.”

“Was it?” You were surprised. You felt the urge to climb on top of her. She smiled gently and allowed it, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you.

“You could tell, couldn't you?” She commented, reaching down to stroke your member gently.

“He was weak. I could tell how disinterested you were. My fault, next time I'll-”

She shook her head “Let's try again, just for tonight.” Kara did not have to ask you twice you entered her and even if you were smaller than even the Dog, let alone the Orc, the two of you shared something of a tender moments as you fucked her with just your fingers, as your cock remained useless. You still found and hit all the right spots inside of her.
“Mmn... Not so bad.” She complimented. The hair on the back of your neck stood up. Your breathing was erratic and your heart was beating quickly.

“It's because I care.” You kissed her, but then pulled back and felt a pang in the back of your head.
“And it's because I care that I know you aren't getting as much as you deserve right now.”

Kara blinked. “You're good though. You're actually good.”

“Good enough to be your only partner?”

“Well...”

“Thought so. It's fine. I don't mind but...” You blushed.
“Is he on your mind too?”

“You're thinking about him?” Kara muttered, pulling you into a cuddle.

“Me too.” She admitted.

“Is it that you can't control him?”

She scoffed. “It's that I failed once to control him. I'm thinking about him as a challenge, nothing more. “

“Do you think you're ready to take him on?” Kara hesitated.
“Kara?”

she shook off her doubts. “Yes! Yes of course. I can get him. Should I got talk to him? Honestly... What I was thinking was that none of the men in this circus stack up to him at all. He's strong. It'd be great if you could reign him in.” You felt her belly.
“The child you and him would make...”

“Enough sweet talk. I'll prepare. You try and talk to him tomorrow.” The two of you fell asleep together. It had somehow become quite an intimate night, and it began with her getting ploughed by another man and ended with you espousing the virtues of a man that could provide her far stronger children than you. All in all, a strange night.

-

When you woke up the next morning Kara was up. She was sat up with her legs crossed. You rounded her to the front and could see that she was concentrating on something. You decided not to disturb her and would instead go directly to Malik as planned. His area was bout what you would expect. There were girls wandering around in scant clothing and there were even various tents and businesses. It was like a miniature Kingdom that the man had all to himself. It was certainly ordered like one with him at the very center.

“Well, if it isn't my favorite acolyte.” Malik greeted.

“Acolyte?”

“You're back for me. Usually I'm the one doing the chasing, but you came right to me. What's the purpose of the visit?”

It was hard to say, but you just came out with it. “You're the right kind of Man for Kara.” You expected taunting, but instead he offered a solemn nod.
“Really? That's all?”

“What? I don't mock strength.” His deep voice was like honey to your ears and you had no way of knowing that he was intentionally saying every single thing you wanted to hear.

“Strength?” You scoffed.

“The comfort with which you approach me telling me I am better than you.”

You shook your head. “Not better, just different. You serve a different-”

“Better.” Her stated more sternly. You gulped and quieted down.
“You are already very, very cute. She's done well. The two of you are already quite like an Orc. You for your drive to seek out your betters and her for her desire to shape others to perfection.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” You said awkwardly. Malik approached you and opened your coat to reveal your cute, tight clothing. The skirt that had been hidden.” You mind felt a rush as you were seen. Then there was another subtle tap on your head.

“She likes the way you look, doesn't she?” He asked. You squirmed under his gaze and nodded. For all that you knew, she did. It was her that placed you in the getup and it was her the kept you wearing them even after the test was over. It was her that 'locked' you magically from your manhood.
“It's useful.”

“How?” You were not arguing, but you also did not believe him.

You struggled to find a reason to resist, to disobey as he lowered you to your back and spread your legs. All you had as a barrier was the cute lingerie she put you in. A poor shield. He pushed his fingers into your mouth and implored you to suck, so you did when he pulled them out of your mouth you grumbled.
“Y-you're supposed to be with her, not me.”

“There'll be time. I need get acquainted with the one that will be witnessing the end of the Fox's freedom in this world.

“W-what? No, it's going to be different this time.”

“No, it wont.” He said calmly, bringing his fingers down to your hole. The slick fingers pushed in easily. First one, then the other.
“It's actually going to be worse. But you know that. You knew that.” His free hand stroked your hair and possible more as his fingers curled inside and prodded something. You shuddered and cracked, your useless thing spurting submissively in response. You gasped.

“I- I just.” You felt weak. You were still recovering from the internal orgasm.
“Just like that...” You breathed.

“Don't get distracted.” Malik grinned.

You nodded. The thoughts entered your mind and reinforced seamlessly. “I... I knew.”

“Not just that.”

You felt yourself throb with need. You frowned and covered your face with your hands. “I want it... Gods help me, I want it.”

“It feels good, doesn't it? It feels good to have something taken from you. Something you want and love.” A tap and another curl of his fingers. You had no idea you were cable of cumming again so shortly after you already had, but it happened and you were feeling dizzy and aroused as you dwelt on what he said. It was not that it felt good, it hurt. It hurt so much. You liked removing the Dog and spending time with her because you wanted time with her. You wanted her all to yourself. But you had to contend with the sudden throbbing. The feeling in your guy. The pain of losing her time and attention, her love, all of it to another hurt more than anything but also made you feel more pleasure than anything. As much pleasure as the second orgasm you just felt, at least. Exactly like it, in fact.

Your eyes widened. “You!” You crawled back. His fingers pulled free and your hole tightened closed.

“Hm?” Malik looked confused, genuinely.

“You're doing something to me. You're connecting things in my mind to the pleasure I'm f-feeling.” You described.

Malik tilted his head to one side. “It's actually impressive. The way you talk, you have no concept of what I'm doing but you're still making the connection. It doesn't help you resist but-” He shrugged.
“We can't win all our battles.” He chuckled.
“You must be so confused right now.”

He was right. Your brain felt so clouded and strange. “What did you do to me?”

“Something bad.” Malik admitted.
“But will knowing that help you? Why don't you go back, tell your Fox and you two can leave this place. That would be the best solution.”

You turned, lowered your skirt and rushed back.  As you approached your shared tent your mind was assaulted by desire. Even knowing it, you felt the need for pain. Not physical pain, the pain of losing her. You tried to fight back that desire as you ducked under the flap and entered. She was waiting.

“What's the situation, Hero? Got him?”

“We...” You trailed off. You should have said exactly what Malik said. Leave and don't look back. Instead you rested your eyes upon Kara. A woman you loved more than anyone you had loved in your life. Your cock twitched and spurted down your leg at the mere thought of losing her. It was horrible and amazing. The juxtaposed, contradictory desires were so mind-warping and so amazing.
“Woah, are you okay? What's happening? He do something to you?”

Your shoulders slumped. A feeling of surrender washed over you. “No.” You lied.

“Good. I think I know how to beat him. I just needed to attune my magic for an Orc target.”

You looked at her. You wished she had no provided a glimmer of hope, as it was all you needed to justify sending the two of you to your doom.

'There is hope, right? It is not necessarily going to end badly. Kara has this.' You told yourself.

“It's worth a try, isn't it?” You offered weakly. In your mind Kara was losing over and over again, and you were standing beside her in each scenario. In some cases holding her hand as her love shifted to another. Your eyes convey understanding through a sick feeling and tears as she chooses another. Her hand is the one that moves to your forehead, this time.

“You're actually sweating... What's going on?”

“I-I  don't know. I need to lay down.”

“I'll lay with you.” She offered affectionately. You closed your eyes and fell into the bed roll. You wished she would go back to pushing you away. It was so much easier to accept that she could be with another when it did not feel like you two could work out, any other way.