According to legend, the Orks, like Mephisto, were the fallen gods of the Nothosaur Mainland. They were punished for their treachery and exiled to the Daimon Castle in the east, after their penises were pierced and adorned with magical piercings to take away their ability to reproduce.
Since then, the only way for their race to reproduce is through self-division – yet even the newly created individuals carry the magical piercing and cannot remove it.
This punishment has prevented the Orks in Daimon Castle from satisfying their desires. They became more violent and driven by lust, craving to capture and torture any prey they find.
OAK is a bear beast and, at the same time, also a half-demon.
Therefore, everyone who heard about your search for Oak tried to dissuade you:
“Oak is a demon without feelings, who loves to torture people. Just look at the chain of piercings on his penis! That’s proof enough.”
“He will bind you in chains to restrain you, and if you don’t obey, he will drive nails into your body to take pleasure in your screams.”
“I’ve heard that the divine punishment was a piercing that took away his kind’s ability to reproduce, and because of that piercing, they feel no shame. They even put on handcuffs in public, laughing while doing so… The circle of round pins that surrounds the base of his penis acts like a sinful anklet, yuck, disgusting!”
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You didn’t listen to their warnings, because you were too embarrassed to tell them the truth. It was exactly these “punishments” that they looked down upon that attracted you so much.
But… when you saw it with your own eyes, face to face with Oak, you felt that his beauty surpassed even your imagination.
The base of the “weapon” between his legs is soft, like the fur of a bear beast, and transitions into thick veins, crowned with a pattern of rounded studs – it almost looks like a saber with a murderous aura.
He approaches you, the “weapon” between his hips, covered with spherical piercings, immediately drawing your gaze.
You don’t know what to expect next. But being pierced by such an aesthetically pleasing weapon, or tortured by its chains, doesn’t seem unbearable at all.
