{Folwyn}
Folwyn laid back on his cushion couch enjoying the good life.
Stuffing entire fistfulls of food into his gaping maw.
Hozehilda Mithrilfinger - the dwarf girl he had been fucking - was pleasuring his massive dick with her mouth.
She currently had to push his girth out of the way just to get to his prick.
His transformation into a hybrid is - in a word - repugnant.
Already fat to begin with, his flesh exploded outward.
He is so fat that one would be hard pressed to actually believe how massive he is without seeing it with their own eyes.
His legs were less like legs, and more like pillars of flesh to hold him up.
His ears, eyes, and nose were shrunken inside of his face, and his mouth took up the bottom third of his entire head and half of his throat with vibrating fangs all the way down - making his mouth look like a woodchipper.
But the part he was truly proud of was his massive dick.
It grew from the average size of three inches to a whopping five - and three fourths - inches!
And he believes that he probably has the biggest dick in Slogmire!
Though there was that time one of his men whipped out his cock to take a piss while they were in the woods, and his cock was freakishly huge at seven whole inches! Of course, Folwyn had him summarily killed.
Oddly enough, after that, all of the male underlings decided to hold their piss until after they weren't around him at all.
"Sir, someone's here to talk to you."
One of his human underlings said, distracting him from Hozehilda's blowjob.
He'd love to ignore whomever is there and keep going, but if it's someone his mistress sent, he didn't even want to contemplate what she'd do to him.
He grabbed Hozehilda by the hair, and threw her to the side.
He loved the look of fear in her eye due to not getting him off.
Ever since he returned he stopped paying her as his mistress, and instead held her captive. If she didn't want to be hurt, she had to make him happy.
He didn't know why he was so apprehensive about demonhood before, this was the best thing that ever happened to him! Sure he had to obey that demon, but that wasn't any different from before.
Where he had to listen to the tax collectors, administrators, the local gangs who extorted him, anyone else the gods decided to toss his way, and all of those rat-shits paled in comparison to his hag of a wife who always berated, bullied, and - as it turned out - cheated on him!
But none of that matters now, now that he's on top!
As long as he didn't piss off his mistress. Which is why he donned his elf form, and told his underling to let whomever came to see him in.
A weeble and a sootie came in.
"Who sent you?"
Folwyn asked the weeble alone, ignoring the dark elf's mere presence.
The elf definitely took that personally.
"Before that, tell the humans to leave. What we have to say is not for human ears. If you wasn't a devilkin*, I'd have expected the basic level of manners. You know, meeting in a well furnished sideroom, but as I said, you're just a devilkin."
The dark elf said.
*Devilkin is a slur used against regular elves due to their being the first elves, and therefore the most related to demons.
"Hehehe."
Folwyn laughed, then turned to one of his lackeys.
"Did I ask that sootie for its damn opinion?"
"You did not."
"I thought so! Because I would listen to the biggest pile of malodorous shit, before I'd listen to a fucking darkie!"
The dark elf's blade was out faster than fly's wing-beat, and all of Folwyn's men had theirs out as well.
"Isedi!"
The weeble yelled, while grasping his arm.
"Put your blades away, now!"
"Yes, ma'am."
He responded, as he sheathed his weapons.
"I apologize for his unprofessional conduct."
Folwyn waved his hand, and all of the men put their weapons away as well.
"I guess it's understandable, after all he's just a stupid animal."
Folwyn glared at the elf, but Isedi refused to take the bait, and kept his cool this time.
Seeing that the dark elf wasn't gonna give him the excuse to kill it, Folwyn turned his gaze back to the weeble.
"Now, again, who sent you, and why?"
The weeble looked at all of the humans present before responding.
"The Faction Against Retarded Terrans."
The weeble looked around, and was surprised that none of the humans responded negatively - except for a few snickers, that she didn't understand - to the name of her organization.
"Don't y'all know what I just said?"
She spontaneously asked them.
"Yeah."
One of them responded.
"You're a group that hates humans. Y'all probably want to kill, and enslave us."
"And you don't take issue with that?!"
The man shrugged.
"It's nothing we don't do to ourselves. If you come after me or mine, I'll kill you."
The weeble was truly shocked by that.
Folwyn, however, was annoyed with this complete waste of time.
"Why are you here? Answer now, before I decide that it would be better to just kill you now."
Now that he knew his mistress did not send them, he could kill them without reprisal.
"Gold."
"What?!"
From a capacity gem she pulled a large sack of gold out, and threw it by his feet.
"We've heard that you're the second largest distributor of monsters in Waldstaat. We need monsters for an assault we have planned."
Folwyn had already picked up the sack of gold.
"Why us? Why would you pass on buying from the largest distributor? This smells like a fucking trap."
The man who spoke before said.
There are rules and regulations for the transfer of monsters between hands - there has to be.
If a beastmaster who can control an ogre sells it to a person who can't control it, that could lead to the deaths of many. So, any sale of monsters that could be considered dangerous has to be approved by the government officials in charge of that. However, rules are one thing, but enforcement of said rules are another.
Many individuals trade in a day, and officials can't possibly track them all. So, instead they focus almost entirely on crime syndicates who wholesale do it.
And the punishment is not just a slap on the wrist either, it's death. Like Texas level they'll kill your ass.
So, it makes sense when the weapons that had been sheathed started to be pulled out again.
"Wait, the reason we are here with you instead is because we are planning on assaulting someone close to him, and we know there's no love lost betwixt you two. Besides, we are willing to pay triple what you'd normally charge."
Those words rang true. Not only was Siel's organization responsible for the gangs who extorted him before, but more importantly, he's getting in the way of him making more money.
"None of what you said makes this look any less of a trap."
The same henchman said.
"Shut up!"
Folwyn angrily snapped at him.
"You're being rude to my guest, and her pet."
Isedi's eyes narrowed, but he didn't do anything else.
"But what are we still doing here? I bet you want to see the product! Follow me."
Folwyn walked off, and the weeble, dark elf, and Folwyn's goons followed him.
They travelled to another room that had a teleportation circle carved into the floor.
"This circle has many destinations!"
The weeble exclaimed. After all, more destinations means it's that much easier to track you.
"It's great, right? Can you believe these idiots only had it going to just one place before I got here to correct them?"
The weeble almost spoke her mind and called him a fool, but fortunately she caught herself and just pandered to his inflated ego.
"Where would they be without you."
Probably not hung when they're caught because of his ineptitude.
"Exactly! You wouldn't believe how many of these ungrateful assholes I had to kill just because they didn't want to follow me!"
As they were talking, one of the underlings activated the circle, and they appeared in a warehouse filled with cages of monsters.
Folwyn went over to a group of cages that held some orcs.
The orcs are bipedal creatures that have cloven hooves, strong muscles, a very thick hide, bristly fur, hands ending in three fingers, and a boars head - not a pig, a wild boar - with two wicked tusks sticking out.
At the moment the orcs were either trying break free from their respective cages, or fucking the other orcs in cages close enough to theirs.
"They don't seem very tame."
Isedi said.
What Isedi said was not only true, but a bit of bad luck on Folwyn's part.
The beastmaster who he had inherited from his bitch wife was the unlucky son of a bitch who thought it was okay to take a piss in front of his boss, and was rewarded with a beheading for his unprofessional conduct.
Afterwards he tried to find another beastmaster with the same level of skill, but to no avail.
And to top it off he couldn't ask for his mistress' help because his wife would try and twist it to somehow make it his fault!
"I thought you wanted warriors? We've found that leaving them a little wild makes them just that more dangerous."
The weeble wasn't buying his bullshit at all, but he was the only option available at this time.
"We'll take them all."
"All of the orcs?!"
"No, everything in this warehouse."
Seeing an opportunity to make even more money, Folwyn pounced.
"The orcs, imps, and grey wolves I can see myself parting with, but the ogres? They're like unkillable war machines, and there has already been multiple offers on the..."
"Cut the shit. I already said I'll buy everything here. So, name your price, before I decide to take my coin elsewhere."
Folwyn smiled a disgusting smile, a politician smile.
"How soon can you get your people here to pick them up? Also, I don't know how it's done where you're from, but here you pay first then get your goods."
This sale was about to make his year! Now he just has to find a new beastmaster.
Preferably one without a humongous cock!