A very p*rny Oni (Patreon)

...The life though, does not last forever, after a night of passion Sophia, Bernadette, the prince, and our latest newcomer wake up bleary-eyed in a tangle of limbs under whatever blankets were left that weren't soaked in various bodily fluids, looking around their room to get their bearings as the memories of the passion-filled foursome come flooding back. Eleanor develops such a heavy blush it's visibly through her dark skin, and gathering up her clothes hurries out the room to return to her job... or rather explain to her boss where she disappeared to after delivering the food.

The trio left take it slow, there's not a lot to do today, as they'll have to wait for later today before visiting the abbey again, and the witches and wizards probably haven't made too much progress either, so they might give them a courtesy visit to update them on the proceedings of their plans, but beyond that... Today seems mostly fit for lazing about, and relaxing from their "arduous" travels.

The prince's mind wanders to Sharog and Mugbel, such a pity they couldn't be here with them in this expensive inn and their huge comfortable bed he muses absent-mindedly while fingerblasting his two lovers as they, once again, gave his enormous two-foot monster cock wrapped up in their ample chests while showering it with kisses. He'll have to make it up to them once they return.

"We should try and find a way to get a message out to them~"

Sophia opts between licks, giving her bust an enticing shake so the pillows wobble around his manhood against the blonde's pair in answer to the prince digging three fingers in her wet folds down to the last knuckle, swirling them around a bit and spreading them apart inside.

"Bring them up to speed on what's been happening, assure them the mages guild wants to help... Right now they're completely in the dark."

The trio agree they should find a day to bring a message out to them, maybe use the prince's magical sex-pertise to smuggle themselves in and out of the city quickly.

The day proceeds smoothly (and pleasurably), until they decide it's time to visit the mages. Choosing to travel by foot, they get a lay of their corner of the city before reaching the guild, welcomed back by its eager occupants. Excited to tell them about their findings, and possibly some "other stuff" as well.

"So!"

Casandra's heaving bossom wobbles as she adjusts herself in her seat, again gathered in their now go-to orgy room... apparently.

"...We've made some progress on deciphering the research you've provided for us, though mostly for now it is theory on what our esteemed, if morally questionable, colleague was attempting."

The three look on with bated breath as the busty witch pauses, and she gives them a cheeky wink.

"But we do have some immediate useful findings~ First I'd like to say that the lore you've provided for us has proven invaluable to our own efforts already, not least of which because we've recovered some of the books and scrolls he took with him when he fled our order. It just makes us itch to get on with researching ground zero and find more.
So already, we feel in your debt, a debt we didn't even think we owed anyone, but here we are~"

She pauses again, shifting her weight from one side to the other so her titanic chest heaves aside to rest against one of her slender arms.

"Our dear departed colleague, wasn't JUST looking to improve on the human body.
It seems he came across, or was provided with, some ancient secret knowledge not even the most learned and esteemed Elven mages are aware of... Are you familiar with this?"

She asks them, raising the pendant Sophia had mused over yesterday before meeting with the mages, the same one the dark wizard and his acolytes had worn.

"I recognize it, all his acolytes had one on them, why? Are they significant?"

The prince nodded along, all too familiar with the dark metal pendants, and the mysterious sigil carved into it, being met with it every day during his capture.

"I suppose few would know what this piece of jewelry means, but this..."

She points at the sigil.

"-is the sign of the great black dragon, and its followers"

"The great black dragon? You mean THE great black dragon?"

Sophia asks, her eyes going wide as she looks at the pendant, recoiling a bit now.

"The very same, the one who's name was lost to history, (probably thanks to the efforts of the Elves) and the one not seen since the great Orc cleansing."

"He was in league with that devil? That beast?"

Bernadette asks with shock, thinking on the childhood stories about the great calamities it brought with it whenever it woke.

"Well, beast, devil. Few would know what the great black dragon even is at this point. And we don't know if he was in league with it, or simply came across some ancient knowledge penned by the old Orc empire that survived the cleanse."

"The Orcs? Couldn't they have... read and understood his research themselves if it's theirs to begin with?"

"MODERN Orcs couldn't, too much has been lost, so unless one manages to invent temporal magic that goes backwards... not much chance there. Luckily, the theory is all the same regardless of what tongue you pen it in, and our colleague has done much of the legwork already in translating it, though the original lore seems missing from the collection you brought with you... whatever it was.

Now, what it seems he was trying to do, aside from unlocking humanities great potential and solving all ailments, was army building~"

"army... building?"

The prince himself asks, Bernadette and Sophia both already having suspicions on what is meant by that. Casandra merely nods in reply, repeating what he said back to him.

"You don't mean like... with his... you know. Breeding an army?"

Sophia asks with a slight uncomfortable chuckle, nodding down at the prince's crotch.

"Indeed I do, and it doesn't seem like our dear friend was content with just breeding humans either~"

She continues, pulling up a great stack of papers, and getting helped by some fellow mages in piling some other books on top of her desk...

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Honestly I should have paid better attention to the next part of the raunchy smut that was following the previous post, as with our first mention of a dragon, I'd love to talk about them.

However, up there drawn is an Oni, previously mentioned with the Ogre sketch, so I'd rather use this chance to talk about them.

Oni are (both in our world and my fantasy land) a difficult to translate term that is roughly analogues with ogre, giant, demon, or the like basically some monstrous "bad" humanoid monster, but over in the east it's been most commonly used to refer to their variety of Ogre living there.

Funnily enough, though these two ladies look quite strikingly different, all Ogres (and thus Oni) have both horns and tusks, like their Orcish cousins, it's just that in our more familiar green-skinned friends the horns are reduced to be nearly invisible, and are hidden behind their hairline, though in very rare cases they can spring up. Though all Orcs carry tusks, for Ogres it's quite different, as it highly depends on individual to individual wether or not they sprout out past the lips. Goblins too have highly reduced tusks, and only really when mixing in with Orcs do Hob-goblins show any sign of them.

Both are considered status symbols, and in some Orc or Ogre tribes they have a custom of fastening fake horns onto their skin. The teeth are more difficult to enhance, especially when the shape of your jaw doesn't accommodate for them, so that practice is far less common. Leading to the mistaken belief that the tusk and tusk-less are different species among those... less-educated, with different tendencies. The tusked Oni being accused of cannibalism more often than the tusk-less Ogres, even though they too, rely mostly on a plant based diet, turns out the awkward underbite they have to deal with doesn't make for good meat-slicers, those chompers are purely for show, a sign of intimidation and sexual maturity, and not much else.

Oni, much like Orcs and Ogres over in the west, get a pretty bad rep, often unfairly so, sometimes earned. Ogres in particular just tend to be large and clumsy, and being left alone by both Elf and Orc in the past they never enjoyed quite the amount of attention from an elder races very eager to pass on their knowledge to them. So for a while, though Neither western Ogres or Oni are dumb by any means, they for a long time were lagging behind the quickly spreading humans and their empires and kingdoms. Though they do have made inventions and advancements of their own, which they jealously guard. The best way to upset an Oni is to imply they stole metal working from humans. And their is quite a debate raging on among Oni and Humans about who came up with their style of armour first, Oni warriors or Human samurai?

Hey all,

Alright so things are a bit strange this week, it was really front-loaded with lots of stuff that I'm sure none of you want to hear about, so now this weekend is going to be pretty upload-heavy in turn as I missed uploading mid-week.

I'm sure it'll be fine ;)

Fun fact: Her name is based partially on an alternative reading of the Japanese characters that spell "oni", as "kishin" or "kijin", and the name of a particular oni from real Japanese folklore, called Shuten-dōji. I have no idea if you can combine the names like that as I don't know a lick of Japanese. But it sounds neat.

SoCarter out.