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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Theme of Green\nfor a-lycotonum\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nKristvar stood in the middle of one of the Arcanamirium's many classrooms, moonlight streaming through the three windows on one wall and no less than six unlit torches standing around him. The half-orc held the blanket that was his only covering around his middle, trying to pull himself together and get himself ready for this gig. \n\n[i]Ain't ever studied this arty stuff...but money's money...[/i]\n\nHalf-orcs weren't best received in the big study-halls of universities. Hell, even in a big melting pot like Absalom, he was still little more than a thug in the eyes of most of the populace. Getting a decent job that didn't involve whacking someone's knees out from under them was harder than anyone had told him it'd be, and they'd told him that it'd be pretty damn hard. \n\nThe number of times that potential employers gave him one look and told him to try 'down by the docks' and shut the door in his face...\n\nKristvar shook his head. He'd get there, one day, but for now, he needed gold. And if that meant standing naked for a bunch of fucking art students to draw, then he'd fucking do it. Just had to make sure that he didn't get hard or some shit like that; that was the rule that he'd heard from the one art model that was willing to talk to him about this gig. All he had to do was not get hard and horny, and they'd make sure that he got paid. \n\n[i]Fucking weird that they gotta do it after dark, though...[/i]\n\nShaking his head, he shuffled from one foot to the other. He just hoped that they weren't going to be assholes about the whole half-orc thing. He'd had enough of that to last a lifetime, at this point. \n\nThe door clicked, and he turned as the students started filing in. Five, six, seven students, three of them elves, one a dwarf, and three humans. None like him, but that wasn't a surprise. They had their heads down, looking tired and ragged, and he imagined that they were just here to fulfill a credit at this point. Honestly, that was fine with him. \n\nBringing up the rear, however, was someone that looked...different. \n\nKristvar cocked his head to the side, trying to understand why they felt off compared to the others. For a moment, he thought that it was the cloven hooves, but surely, that wasn't out of place. It was...normal, wasn't it? Well, different to the boots and shoes that all the students wore, yeah, but that wasn't...that wasn't...\n\nHis head felt funny, and it didn't get better as he looked at the other man's red skin and horns. Everything there screamed that there had to be something off about him with how different he was to the students, but every time that he thought he had a handle on it, it just...slipped away. Whatever it was, it eluded him. \n\nThe professor smiled at him as he crossed the room, passing the line of easels and painting materials. A red hand reached out, and Kristvar took it without thinking. \n\n\"Good to have you here, greenskin,\" the professor said. \"I'm Professor Ziroth.\"\n\nThat wasn't a normal name. He swore it sounded like - \n\n\"Well, let's not waste time, shall we?\" Professor Ziroth said, chuckling as his eyes turned bright, twinkling red with crimson flame. \"Take it off.\"\n\n\"Take...\"\n\nThump.\n\nKristvar blinked as he looked down. His only coverings had hit the floor, and he didn't even remember letting them go. He blinked slowly, looking around the room, seeing sleepy eyes widening as they took in what he had between his legs. \n\nOrcs were known for their size, and his cock was definitely living up to that half of his bloodline. The thick, emerald shaft between his legs hung halfway to his knees while soft, and his balls were broad enough that they tickled his thighs even with his legs reasonably spread. He could feel every eye settling down there, and his only thought was '[i]Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard.[/i]'\n\n[i]I didn't...when did I -[/i]\n\n\"Hands out to the sides, greenskin,\" the professor said. \n\nWith a flash of that red light, he moved to stand just as he was told. Not that erotic, really, or at least, that was what he told himself. Maybe a little exotic, as someone a bit rough and hairy, with green skin that the students didn't see too often, but that was just...that was just who he was. \n\n[i]Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard...[/i]\n\nHe stood with his hands out to the side, one leg slightly forward, leaning into it. Action-pose, he thought it was called, and it showed off his muscles in a way that was...oddly exciting. The eyes of the students drifted over him, running from his head down to his crotch, staying there for a while before going back out again. He could feel them staring at his abs, at his calves, at his thighs. They were looking at every last inch of him, and his cheeks burned as he tried to think of a way to keep from - \n\n\"Here,\" Professor Ziroth said, nudging a footstool toward him. \"Stand on that, if you please.\"\n\nKristvar didn't know what was going on, but he did as he was told. One leg up - oh, gods, he could feel how much more that forced his cock and balls to be on display, hanging down, shown off more without his thighs to keep them cushioned. He tried not to let it show on his face, but he could feel his cheeks getting more and more heated. \n\n[i]This is not...this ain't what I was thinking...[/i]\n\nYet, the students weren't saying anything. As he looked around the room, he realized that they were barely looking around their canvases long enough to get a look at him, confirm what they needed to do next, and then kept going. There was no...no leering, or anything like that, just that intense stare. \n\nBut that was bad enough. He kept trying not to think about it, to keep that embarrassment in the back of his mind, but it was fucking hard. \n\nThrough it all, Professor Ziroth just kept smiling at him. The strange, red-skinned man never looked away, and every so often, he would lick his lips, almost like he was eating something out of the air. It felt wrong, but just like the other man's appearance, he couldn't think of [i]why[/i] it looked wrong. \n\nAt the same time, he was thankful. Every time that the creepy professor licked his lips, it helped him stay soft, as if some of that urge just...disappeared. He didn't know how, or why, but he was thankful nonetheless. \n\nHe was just starting to get comfortable with one leg forward and his cock hanging down when - \n\n\"I think that's enough full-frontal. How about we let the students study your glutes?\"\n\n\"But - I - why the -\"\n\n\"Let me rephrase. Turn around, greenskin.\"\n\nThat light flashed with that offensive word, and before he knew it, he was leaning against the footstool, his ass in the air and his fingers digging into his cheeks. Part, clench, part, clench, showing off the muscles and - \n\n[i]This can't be -[/i]\n\n\"You're doing [i]very[/i] well, greenskin,\" Professor Ziroth said. \"Very...delicious.\"\n\n\"Nnngh...what...why...\"\n\n\"Oh, dear. I had to say it aloud, didn't I?\" The professor chuckled. \"Forget that, greenskin.\"\n\nFlash. \n\n\"Hold it spread.\" \n\nFlash. \n\n\"As you can see,\" Professor Ziroth said -\n\n[i]When did he get over here? Why's he standing beside me?[/i]\n\n\"Greenskins are notoriously powerful. They are muscular all over, and it is important when drawing them naked that you reflect that,\" the professor continued, dragging his fingers along the half-orc's ass cheeks. \"I'm sure that the lot of you can imagine how this hole would be clenching around your cocks if you were to be on top of him. I want you all to make sure that you reflect that. After all, ero-painting has a magic, but only if you can achieve that fantasy from looking at it.\"\n\n[i]Ero-what?![/i]\n\n\"And make sure that you don't waste too much of the paint with his cock; it's mighty, I grant you, but he will not be using it.\"\n\nKristvar groaned, slowly tilting his head back. The effort it took to move was greater than he had imagined, and he huffed and grunted as he slowly twisted his skull around to look back at the professor again. He panted, straining to keep looking back, and the professor looked down at him. \n\n\"Mmmm, oh, that is a wonderful taste,\" Ziroth said, chuckling. \"Humiliation, excitement, and perhaps just a little bit of shame. Is the pride of a greenskin so sensitive that you can't take being fed on, hmmm?\"\n\n\"Nnngh...you...you're...\"\n\n\"An incubus, yes,\" Ziroth said. \"And this is a class on ero-magic, specifically, ero-painting. Not that the students really understand that, do you?\" \n\nThe class didn't answer; instead, they continued dumbly dragging their brushes across their canvases. They didn't even seem to realize that their teacher was insulting them, Kristvar realized. The half-orc growled deep in his throat, only for the demon to turn back to him with a chuckle. \n\n\"Oh? Do you feel that they are being taken advantage of?\" Ziroth smirked. \"Trust me. The alternative for them would be far worse. Better that they feed me while painting sexy models like yourself than they become food in the more...traditional way.\"\n\n\"Nnngh...what...what are you going to do to me?\" Kristvar muttered. \n\n\"Oh, quite a few things. They are going to have to paint us in a number of positions. But I think that we'll start with typical anal. Doggy-style, I think, to show how good red looks against green. Don't worry, you'll still be paid, greenskin. Paid like the good little whore you are...\"\n\nFlash. \n\nKristvar grunted as he was filled to the brim with the professor's cock, gasping as he was pinned down. His head touched the floor, his ass raised up to offer itself to the big red dick going in and out, and all around the room, the soft sounds of paint and water swirling continued between the thuds of the professor's thrusts. \n\nHe took it. He took it willingly. He needed the money, and while he didn't understand the class, he knew that he needed to do this. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A half-orc goes to a university in hopes of getting some desperately needed money. He ends up getting paid to be a live model for art, but…well, things don’t go the way that anyone expects. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, Half-Orc, Greenskin, Demon, Incubus, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Fantasy, College, Anal, Exposure, Speciesism, Erotic Racism, Nudity, Exhibitionism, ",
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The Theme of Green for a-lycotonum by Draconicon
Kristvar stood in the middle of one of the Arcanamirium's many classrooms, moonlight streaming through the three windows on one wall and no less than six unlit torches standing around him. The half-orc held the blanket that was his only covering around his middle, trying to pull himself together and get himself ready for this gig.
Ain't ever studied this arty stuff...but money's money...
Half-orcs weren't best received in the big study-halls of universities. Hell, even in a big melting pot like Absalom, he was still little more than a thug in the eyes of most of the populace. Getting a decent job that didn't involve whacking someone's knees out from under them was harder than anyone had told him it'd be, and they'd told him that it'd be pretty damn hard.
The number of times that potential employers gave him one look and told him to try 'down by the docks' and shut the door in his face...
Kristvar shook his head. He'd get there, one day, but for now, he needed gold. And if that meant standing naked for a bunch of fucking art students to draw, then he'd fucking do it. Just had to make sure that he didn't get hard or some shit like that; that was the rule that he'd heard from the one art model that was willing to talk to him about this gig. All he had to do was not get hard and horny, and they'd make sure that he got paid.
Fucking weird that they gotta do it after dark, though...
Shaking his head, he shuffled from one foot to the other. He just hoped that they weren't going to be assholes about the whole half-orc thing. He'd had enough of that to last a lifetime, at this point.
The door clicked, and he turned as the students started filing in. Five, six, seven students, three of them elves, one a dwarf, and three humans. None like him, but that wasn't a surprise. They had their heads down, looking tired and ragged, and he imagined that they were just here to fulfill a credit at this point. Honestly, that was fine with him.
Bringing up the rear, however, was someone that looked...different.
Kristvar cocked his head to the side, trying to understand why they felt off compared to the others. For a moment, he thought that it was the cloven hooves, but surely, that wasn't out of place. It was...normal, wasn't it? Well, different to the boots and shoes that all the students wore, yeah, but that wasn't...that wasn't...
His head felt funny, and it didn't get better as he looked at the other man's red skin and horns. Everything there screamed that there had to be something off about him with how different he was to the students, but every time that he thought he had a handle on it, it just...slipped away. Whatever it was, it eluded him.
The professor smiled at him as he crossed the room, passing the line of easels and painting materials. A red hand reached out, and Kristvar took it without thinking.
"Good to have you here, greenskin," the professor said. "I'm Professor Ziroth."
That wasn't a normal name. He swore it sounded like -
"Well, let's not waste time, shall we?" Professor Ziroth said, chuckling as his eyes turned bright, twinkling red with crimson flame. "Take it off."
"Take..."
Thump.
Kristvar blinked as he looked down. His only coverings had hit the floor, and he didn't even remember letting them go. He blinked slowly, looking around the room, seeing sleepy eyes widening as they took in what he had between his legs.
Orcs were known for their size, and his cock was definitely living up to that half of his bloodline. The thick, emerald shaft between his legs hung halfway to his knees while soft, and his balls were broad enough that they tickled his thighs even with his legs reasonably spread. He could feel every eye settling down there, and his only thought was 'Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard.'
I didn't...when did I -
"Hands out to the sides, greenskin," the professor said.
With a flash of that red light, he moved to stand just as he was told. Not that erotic, really, or at least, that was what he told himself. Maybe a little exotic, as someone a bit rough and hairy, with green skin that the students didn't see too often, but that was just...that was just who he was.
Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard...
He stood with his hands out to the side, one leg slightly forward, leaning into it. Action-pose, he thought it was called, and it showed off his muscles in a way that was...oddly exciting. The eyes of the students drifted over him, running from his head down to his crotch, staying there for a while before going back out again. He could feel them staring at his abs, at his calves, at his thighs. They were looking at every last inch of him, and his cheeks burned as he tried to think of a way to keep from -
"Here," Professor Ziroth said, nudging a footstool toward him. "Stand on that, if you please."
Kristvar didn't know what was going on, but he did as he was told. One leg up - oh, gods, he could feel how much more that forced his cock and balls to be on display, hanging down, shown off more without his thighs to keep them cushioned. He tried not to let it show on his face, but he could feel his cheeks getting more and more heated.
This is not...this ain't what I was thinking...
Yet, the students weren't saying anything. As he looked around the room, he realized that they were barely looking around their canvases long enough to get a look at him, confirm what they needed to do next, and then kept going. There was no...no leering, or anything like that, just that intense stare.
But that was bad enough. He kept trying not to think about it, to keep that embarrassment in the back of his mind, but it was fucking hard.
Through it all, Professor Ziroth just kept smiling at him. The strange, red-skinned man never looked away, and every so often, he would lick his lips, almost like he was eating something out of the air. It felt wrong, but just like the other man's appearance, he couldn't think of why it looked wrong.
At the same time, he was thankful. Every time that the creepy professor licked his lips, it helped him stay soft, as if some of that urge just...disappeared. He didn't know how, or why, but he was thankful nonetheless.
He was just starting to get comfortable with one leg forward and his cock hanging down when -
"I think that's enough full-frontal. How about we let the students study your glutes?"
"But - I - why the -"
"Let me rephrase. Turn around, greenskin."
That light flashed with that offensive word, and before he knew it, he was leaning against the footstool, his ass in the air and his fingers digging into his cheeks. Part, clench, part, clench, showing off the muscles and -
This can't be -
"You're doing very well, greenskin," Professor Ziroth said. "Very...delicious."
"Nnngh...what...why..."
"Oh, dear. I had to say it aloud, didn't I?" The professor chuckled. "Forget that, greenskin."
Flash.
"Hold it spread."
Flash.
"As you can see," Professor Ziroth said -
When did he get over here? Why's he standing beside me?
"Greenskins are notoriously powerful. They are muscular all over, and it is important when drawing them naked that you reflect that," the professor continued, dragging his fingers along the half-orc's ass cheeks. "I'm sure that the lot of you can imagine how this hole would be clenching around your cocks if you were to be on top of him. I want you all to make sure that you reflect that. After all, ero-painting has a magic, but only if you can achieve that fantasy from looking at it."
Ero-what?!
"And make sure that you don't waste too much of the paint with his cock; it's mighty, I grant you, but he will not be using it."
Kristvar groaned, slowly tilting his head back. The effort it took to move was greater than he had imagined, and he huffed and grunted as he slowly twisted his skull around to look back at the professor again. He panted, straining to keep looking back, and the professor looked down at him.
"Mmmm, oh, that is a wonderful taste," Ziroth said, chuckling. "Humiliation, excitement, and perhaps just a little bit of shame. Is the pride of a greenskin so sensitive that you can't take being fed on, hmmm?"
"Nnngh...you...you're..."
"An incubus, yes," Ziroth said. "And this is a class on ero-magic, specifically, ero-painting. Not that the students really understand that, do you?"
The class didn't answer; instead, they continued dumbly dragging their brushes across their canvases. They didn't even seem to realize that their teacher was insulting them, Kristvar realized. The half-orc growled deep in his throat, only for the demon to turn back to him with a chuckle.
"Oh? Do you feel that they are being taken advantage of?" Ziroth smirked. "Trust me. The alternative for them would be far worse. Better that they feed me while painting sexy models like yourself than they become food in the more...traditional way."
"Nnngh...what...what are you going to do to me?" Kristvar muttered.
"Oh, quite a few things. They are going to have to paint us in a number of positions. But I think that we'll start with typical anal. Doggy-style, I think, to show how good red looks against green. Don't worry, you'll still be paid, greenskin. Paid like the good little whore you are..."
Flash.
Kristvar grunted as he was filled to the brim with the professor's cock, gasping as he was pinned down. His head touched the floor, his ass raised up to offer itself to the big red dick going in and out, and all around the room, the soft sounds of paint and water swirling continued between the thuds of the professor's thrusts.
He took it. He took it willingly. He needed the money, and while he didn't understand the class, he knew that he needed to do this.
The End
Summary: A half-orc goes to a university in hopes of getting some desperately needed money. He ends up getting paid to be a live model for art, but…well, things don’t go the way that anyone expects.