NTR Quest - Malik 3 - Lovesickness

“Oh.”

“That's it?” That was all the Hero had to say about Luire getting taken in by the orc, and the mages as well. All of the things happening right under his nose and that was all he had to say about it.

“Well, let me know if anything else happens.” He added in a passionless tone. He did not seem interested at all. As soon as he deemed the issue addressed he returned to his tent where his lover was waiting for him. Jeane was dumbfounded.

“This is ridiculous...” Jean muttered. The Hero did not seem to care at all. He was so wrapped up in his romance with the princess that he did not care about Malik misbehaving. It felt like he was given license to do whatever he pleased. With the Hero not willing to do anything the only other person Jeane could talk to was the fox. For all her faults, Jeane thought, Kara should at least be able to communicate with the Hero, or keep an orc in check.

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“What do you want me to do about it? The Hero likes a princess. It's probably for the best that they're getting along. So long as the orc isn't messing with him then it's probably fine.” Kara stated somewhat harshly.
“Honestly wish you guys told me back at the circus. I would've taken care of the orc then for trying to mess with him.”

Jeane was surprised by the answer. “W-what?”

“Don't look at me like that. He's all that really matters. Getting him to Demonkine. If he's in a relationship with a human princess it's probably a better match than a bad influence.” She points at herself.
“Or a thirsty, jealous Ciar.” She pointed to Jeane.

“I am NOT jealous!” Jeane argued.

“Well, at least you admit you're thirsty.” Kara chuckled.

“He put the orc in charge of everything while he's distracted.” Jeane mentioned, thinking that it would get her attention and maybe trigger some worry. Her ears did perk at that mention, but she merely shrugged.

“I actually don't think it's a terrible choice.”

Jeane stared in disbelief at the smug fox. “Are you just arguing for the sake of arguing?”

“No, because it annoys you. But, I'm kinda right, and I get it and you should too. It's an orc. Orcs are dangerous. He's about as dangerous as you or I with his magic  and if he isn't given a job or something to do he'd be restless and that seems worse than putting him 'in charge.'” Kara explained.

“You seem to think that he is not actually in charge.” Jeane noticed where Kara put her emphasis.

“Do you think you can't control yourself?” Kara questioned.

“I-”

“I feel like I am fine. If you can't at least resist some orc's wiles then maybe you deserve to be taken in by one. Are you better than those two mages or that elf?”

“I believe I am...” Jeane offered truthfully.

Kara smirked. “You sound uncertain.”

“And you are!?” Jeane snapped back. Kara nodded just as Malik approached.

“Couldn't help but overhear. I think the fox has a point.” He said slyly.

“See?” Kara nodded from where she was comfortably lounging.

“But, I think our friend is overstating her willpower a bit.” Malik taunted, speaking mostly to Jeane.

“Excuse me?” Kara sneered. She sat up. She felt an unusual rush of indignation.
“What did you say?”

Malik centered his gaze on her and snorted. “Well, it's easy to claim you could take it by just abstaining. You're probably thinking if you let me fuck you there'd be no coming back. It's a good move, honestly. Just interesting that you act so high and mighty.”

Kara gritted her teeth and stood up. She lifted one leg vertically like a gymnast and held it there. The taunting had completely worked and Jeane knew it.
“W-wait. Fox-”

“I'll show you! Fuck me. I don't get taken in by meatheads with meaty heads.”

“Uh huh.” Malik chuckled, offering Jeane a wink as he gripped her leg with one of his large hands and used is other to guide his massive, misshapen green cock into her waiting cunt. The woman was experienced and she had been with men as big as him before, but when he pushed inside she made a face like it was the first time.

“N-not bad.” She grumbled, her cheeks flushing.
“Huh?” She was a little out of it so she did not notice his arms hooking under hers and folding behind her head.
“The hell are you doing you-” He used his newfound leverage given by his hold over her to plunge her entire depth with his cock, then pull back to the tip quickly. To Jeane it looked like it had the same effect as getting punched in the gut, only instead of pain Kara showed a pleasant, warped grin from the sudden thrust. Then there was another, and another.

“You can't take it? You wanna quit?” Malik coaxed, his tongue tracing the rim of her twitching ear.

“I can! Keep going!” She uttered..

“He's playing on your pride you fool! It's his magic!” Jeane warned harshly.

“She thinks she's smarter and better than you. She got away from me already.” Malik whispered.

Kara's eyes rolled back as she continued to be fucked, but they centered on Jeanes long enough for her to say forcefully.
“Y-you aren't better than me!” She was fully lifted off the ground at that point. Her lower half was only being held up by his cock pushing in and out of her sex. The hold on her seemed to almost have her close to passing out as it forced her head forward. She grunted deeply. Her insecurity around Jeane was the perfect catalyst for Malik.

“You can completely fall hopelessly in love and come back from it, just like her... Because she's not better than you.” Malik taunted jovially.

“I can! It's easy!” She smiled widely.
“I'm in love! I'm so deeply in love, I feel it. Your dick is just perfect.”

“You feel it for me?”

“I love you so much!” She panted. It seemed as though she truly was able to force that feeling in the moment like she had so many times before. After it was over she would drain him and it would be like any other interaction with a forceful, cocky male. That was what she thought.

He chuckled. The hands at the back of her head crackled with electricity and arced into her head.
“Aaaand lock in that feeling...” He muttered to himself like a mechanic reaching for the right tool. Kara twitched as though she was being shocked. When she settled Malik let her down just like that. His cock was slick with her juices. It did not seem like he had gotten off, just her.

“What did you do?” She cringed, panting and glaring up at him.

“Y-yeah. What was that?” Jeane gulped. She had not seen that move, possibly because it would've drawn more attention in the Circus.

Malik smirked as Kara could not manage to hold her glare for long before her gaze softened and she had to look away to avoid staring longingly up at him.
“Orcs perform social magic, mostly. It deals in pure emotion, rationality, charisma.... The moment you were experiencing unbridled love and adoration I locked it. Permanently.”

“Permanently!?” Kara gasped.
“I'll-” She balled her hands into a fist and got ready to throw a punch only for him to reach forward and  move her tensed fist around between his thumb and forefinger. He manipulated her easily like a mannequin, much to both girls surprise. Her arms were lowered to her side in a passive pose.

“Uhm...” She unclenched her fist. He gave her a tap on the rear and ushered her over to Jeane.

“You girls run along. I'm busy. I'll play with you later, alright?”

Jeane pulled Kara away. “How do you feel? Are you okay?”

Kara's lips quivered and she shook. Jeane thought the girl was shaken, but when her gaze panned up to Kara's expression she looked positively smitten.

“He's Sooo handsome... I can't control myself, almost.” Her lovesick expression mixed with horror as she looked to Jeane.
“Oh fuck! What do I do?”