Orc Evolution (+18 Hentai World)

«You both desecrated the altar of Valdra. You have insulted my mistress, Nana Astrea. If you were human, I would simply kill you. But this way you will have a chance to redeem your guilt...» the voice began to speak, obviously addressing the dark elves and completely ignoring me. But finally we saw its source. It turned out to be a small sphere glowing with a ghostly bluish light. «Infiltrate the town hall and find the necromancer Vivi hiding there. Then do to her...»

The voice paused here, trying to find the right words.

«...Do exactly what was supposed to be done to you at the altar. Or let your orc do it...» the voice had lost its former coldness and now sounded rather embarrassed. Towards the end, it sounded almost begging. «Let her feel her helplessness and come back to us!»

«And when will you let my sister go?» clarified Alaiss, clearly devising a cunning plan.

«If it were up to me, I wouldn't let the dark elf out at all,» the voice admitted. In confirmation, one of his hands grabbed Tiarmiss' breasts and the other stroked her thigh. «I would have grabbed you, too. And let this orc spoil human women... But I cannot disobey the will of the Goddess and Mistress Nana, so I release her now. But if you don't fulfill my condition, you won't get off so easily.»

With these words, hands returned Tiarmiss' dagger to its sheath, and then pushed the sobbing dark elf into my arms....

«I think you've managed to assess my abilities and realize that I can take you anywhere, don't you? For until your guilt is atoned for, you have the mark of the Goddess upon you,» the voice admonished us, and the glowing orb, flashing, disappeared.

The system duplicated our interlocutor's words with a message.

Mission received.

Rape the defeated necromancer Vivi.

Reward: the forgiveness of Valdra, Goddess of Destruction.

«If we hurry, we can get to the dungeon under the citadel before the monsters and demons do,» Alaiss said, pulling her younger sister away from me. «The sooner we get rid of the mark, the better chance we have of leaving the city before they notice us. And that bitch, Lima, will break through to the city's temples first, and only when the rest of the demons come to the city will she storm the citadel. And even then, she won't use the underground passage right away, for fear of being betrayed...»

«Let's go,» I reluctantly agreed. And remembering the peculiarities of some fantasy manga plots, I clarified. «By the way, don't necromancers count as adventurers for enemies? And what kind of Vivi is that?»

«It's complicated,» Thiarmiss smiled. «Technically, necromancers are outlawed and hunted all the time. But some of them are especially close to the elven women and are responsible for the functioning of the rebirth mechanism. Vivi is one of them. It is even said that she is the most important necromancer. But it's unlikely that someone so important would live in a border town.»

«And where would we find her? It's a large citadel.»

«Either in the labs on the underground levels, or on the upper levels in the offices of the city masters...» the dark elf shrugged. «Since there will be citadel defenders upstairs to shoot down the monsters, we'll start with the laboratories. And once the monsters break into the citadel, we'll try to sneak up undetected.»

On that positive note, we passed another corridor, climbed the stairs, and found ourselves in someone's mansion. There were no occupants in sight, so we quietly walked outside.

The city was in chaos, with monster troops running past us now and then, and the sounds of fierce fighting somewhere in the distance. Once we passed a picturesque composition of a dozen orcs selflessly raping five women. Whether the victims were adventurers or civilians was unclear... It didn't matter.

The group of orcs closest to us had just finished raping a pink-haired beauty dressed in a tattered blouse and a loose, short skirt. The beauty lay there with her legs spread wide and her mouth open. Yellowish orphan cum poured out in a steady stream.

Judging by her blank stare, the victim had long since resigned herself to the situation. A little further away, the orc had a woman with large but not particularly firm breasts lying on her side. He had the whimpering victim in his lap and grunted contentedly.

Further back, the orc had a young girl with blue hair and a long blue dress up her ass. He had simply ripped the skirt from behind and was now selflessly fucking the whimpering victim.

There was no way to see the remaining pair of women, as they were hidden by the orcish bodies piled on top of them. Only the rhythmic twitching of slender legs and nail-scraping hands could be seen.

The monsters paid no attention to us. We ignored them as well, for according to the Dark Elves, the common monsters of the demonic army did not generally stick their noses into the affairs of their superiors and could not hide from them.

As we approached our destination, we encountered and resurrected the dead from the dungeon. These, as it turned out, were equally hostile to all the living. At least in front of our eyes, some relatively well-preserved zombies first chewed up an orc.

And then tried to snack on a long-legged brunette who was raped and pinned to the ground by her body. It all happened so fast that we didn't even have time to intervene. Though we did avenge the dead, leaving the shredded remains of the undead next to them.

There were no more adventures on the way to the former dungeon of the tentacle monsters. No one had been in the dungeon itself, and we reached the rope hanging from the shaft.

Alaisse slipped first, and after a bit of fumbling with the hatch lock, she told us we could go up. Tiarmiss climbed up, and I was the last to go, clumsily.

This time no one pulled me up, and as I squeezed through the hatch I realized the reason. Alaiss was holding a blade to the throat of a huge, fearsome creature, chained to the wall, resembling a goblin greatly enlarged, with powerful muscles and fur. And Tiarmiss stared in prostration at the huge genital organ hanging between its legs.

«Master, shall I kill this ogre?» asked Alaiss.

The man tried to speak, but the dark elf eloquently pressed the blade of her dagger to his throat and he fell silent.

«Let him speak,» I allowed. «If he starts screaming, kill him.»

«Thank you,» the ogre thanked me as the blade moved slightly away from his throat. His voice was unexpectedly pleasant. «It's good to see that at least someone isn't at the mercy of stupid stereotypes.»

«Khaa...» I was taken aback by the contrast. An intelligent, scary-looking monster might have been a staple of fantasy literature, but it didn't appear in my favorite manga and anime.

«I guess I jumped to conclusions,» the ogre sighed.

«Have you seen yourself from the outside?» I asked. And I clarified, remembering Spiderman. «Or were you originally human and then turned into a monster?»

«No, I was created this way by elves a long time ago,» the monster admitted. «They needed someone with a large enough memory to store the contents of their lab logs, convict testimonies, and other such information. And of all the models available, the goblin had the most advanced memory. So they used it as a base...»

«Ahhhh...» came Tiarmiss' voice, pointing at our interlocutor's monstrous cock with a trembling hand.

«Side effect. Everything else has grown in proportion to the head,» the ogre admitted. «But don't worry, I can control my baser instincts.»

Tearmiss visibly calmed down.

«Can you let me go? Because I'm afraid I'm going to sit in this cell until I die...» the ogre asked.

«And how did you get here in the first place? Since you know so much, you must be valuable to the elves...»

«Unfortunately, a few decades ago I was replaced by magical devices capable of storing and reproducing large amounts of information, so I became unnecessary. Practical elven women decided that it was not rational to kill me, so now I am used to scare the prisoners... Well, and since you are here, I will probably be killed soon, either by the attackers or the defenders. So what's it going to be? Will you let me go? And in return, I swear to serve you faithfully...»

In the end, the experienced dark elves made the ogre swear a tricky oath and let him go. He immediately proved his usefulness by pointing the way to the places where Vivi might be. But no sooner had we reached the first of them than we heard shouts and sounds of battle from the dungeon - an army of demons had begun to invade the citadel.