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The clinking of mugs and the raucous chatter was loud enough most nights in Swiftmoss, the largest city south of the emperor's keep, but tonight was special. The Night of the Stagmaidens was an evening of indulgence and celebration known all throughout the land. While it was never exactly discouraged for them to dress up how they liked, that day was set aside for the celebration of all the finest, cutest boys who looked good as girls. Travellers from every region gathered there for that one special sensual evening, whether they were the sort to don the skirts or dresses themselves, or simply an appreciator of such. The night always ended in some sort of debauchery, of course. That was exactly what Cherno was expecting.

The buck stood all dressed up among his similarly girled-up friends, hip to hip as they swished their way down the busy street towards the loudest of taverns. That was the liveliest place in the whole city that night, and maybe the whole nation at that. One look over them got them past the guard. After all, they certainly looked the part. Who could have resisted those three sweet boys, each of them slim and curvy, made extra pretty with a mix of silks and jewellery? Cherno himself wore an outfit of muted blue, blending with the cool colours of his azure coat for a soft, pastel sheen. Kirabo complimented his black and white zebra stripes with a striking orange, a scarf draped over his narrow shoulders and winding down to that pert butt of his. The smallest of the three was not to be outdone, adding a royal violet to go with the chocolate spots of his hyena coat, his form not lacking in feminine figure despite his short height. The three of them were broad at the hips, svelte in all the right places, and ready for some fun. Whatever that ended up being.

Admittedly, it was a little overstimulating at first. The moment they stepped inside, they were hit with a wall of pure sensation. Whether it was the many voices bellowing and guffawing at one thing or another, the crashing tune played with drunken bravado by a showy bunch of bards on stage, or the hit to the other senses, it was all enough to stun them for a few seconds while they took it all in. The scent of alcohol blended in with that of heaving, masculine bodies, many drenched in sweat. It got hot in that region of the empire, especially that time of year. The swampy air left them sweltering, delving into a pool of mingled musk as the many masculine occupants wafted enticing aromas. The three of them weren't the only girlyboys in the whole tavern by any stretch, but a quick glance around revealed they were the only ones who weren't currently busy. Whether that meant snuggling into a big stud's lap or getting bent over a table and fucked stupid by a drunken brute of an adventurer, traveller, or solider depended on who had claimed them. And it didn't take long for that group of three to catch the attention of a particularly sturdy group. One that outnumbered the stagmaidens twice over.

They were moving before the three girly had even made their way more than a few steps through the door. The biggest among them slammed his tankard down, shoving it to the side to join with a dozen other empties. That massive, barbaric tyrannosaurus was near as wide at the shoulder as Kamili was tall, his extensive musculature on display thanks to wearing little more than some sort of animal skin around his waist to keep from going naked. His heavy gut wobbled and glistened in the light of the many lanterns as he stomped his way to his feet, giving his chest a thump with a stone-like first to knock a belch out of his throat. That barbaric sound was like a roar, his big, dangerous teeth on full display as he let it blast from him. Then he had his eyes on the three crossdressing beauties, licking over his chops while he examined them one by one, teeth locking into a broad, lusty grin.

From behind, a silky-furred panther slunk elegantly into sight. He wasn't nearly as big as the barbarian of a rex, but he was every bit as sturdy. His slimmer form left him looking like he could spring at any moment, his long legs supporting him, thick thighs taut with ebony muscle. He wore a similar outfit to the dinosaur, all furs and leather, though his was considerably more elaborate, covering more of his body and adorned with an assortment of druidic totems and trinkets. By his tone and fearless smack to the rex's shoulder, they knew each other well.

"See something you like, Razgor?" he asked, his voice as deep as it was smooth, rumbling out like seduction itself transmuted into sound.

The dino just grunted at first, then chuckled his response.

"Couplea somethings. Three of 'em if I'm counting right. And I want them all."

The clop of another approaching figure joined with the wall of muscle. This one was more armoured, though he'd removed much of the heavier plate in favour of a shirt of mail. There was no mistaking the poise of a paladin. The hippogryph stood sturdy on his hooves with his arms folded over his broad chest, the striking blue and black of his blue jay half giving him a certain regal presence. Thankfully one without the typical condescension that tended to radiate from those holy types.

"Now now. That would hardly be fair, wouldn't it? I say we ought to talk this over."

"That's assuming, of course, they want anything to do with us," joked a much smaller figure, hopping off a stool to join with the rest of his crew.

The kobold couldn't have been more obviously a bard if he'd been plucking a lute right that very moment. That or perhaps a pirate, but he didn't look the swashbuckling type. His ruffled shirt and heavy breeches were all adorned with gold, and his grin revealed the same treatment for a tooth or two. Though he might have been a kobold, he was a particularly large example of his species, but he was still smaller than Cherno despite sporting a figure every bit as masculine as the rest of his party, just on a smaller scale. He offered a wink over to the three maidens, and despite it all, Cherno had to admit he felt a little something in his chest and cheeks alike just from that little gesture.

"I'm pretty sure I can convince them," came a darker voice, his words full of implications that Cherno wasn't fully certain he liked.

The shark's black robe mostly concealed his tiger-striped body. His muscular form crackled with some sort of dark energy that made the buck shudder a bit. There was a certain gleam in his eye to go with his grim and toothy grin. That was the look of someone who was no stranger to dealing with darker forces - or patrons, most likely. Cherno had certainly never seen a warlock of such physical, imposing stature, but perhaps that was all part of the trades with his eldritch master. The buck's intimidation lasted right up until the last member of the party made himself known, appearing in a puff of smoke despite having been sitting a mere few feet away moments ago.

"Oh, you'll do no such thing! We will, of course, extend our lustful invitations to the lovely maidens and see what they think of joining us for ."

The elegantly orange and black vulture had a quirky way of speaking, enunciating in odd places while he stroked that little tuft of a beard beneath his beak. That wizard's robe hugged him rather tightly, revealing that even the most bookish of magic users among the group was thickly muscled and bulky like the rest. With the six of them standing up tall like that, shadowing the three cute boys with the wall of muscle, it felt as if the world itself shifted beneath their combined weight. The tavern, fortunately, didn't collapse beneath them, nor did it show any signs of straining. The depravity of the surrounding scene might have been eye-catching, but the three of them had their attention fully on that burly party. No wonder they'd been successful with their adventures. They'd already bought enough drinks to knock an elephant unconscious, but between the six of them, they were steady, ready, and eyeing those cutely-dressed girly-boys with salacious intent. All before the three of them could even get out a word. They finally tore their eyes away from the collection of studs and regarded each other for a time.

"Um. What are your instincts telling you?" Cherno quietly asked.

"Flee. But I never did listen to them much," Kirabo chuckled.

"Yeah ... fight or flight in full swing," Kamili admitted with a nervous little hyena giggle that he swiftly suppressed with a hand over his mouth before it got away from him. Once calmed, he went on. "Not that I'm saying we don't say yes. That's what this night's all about, isn't it?"

"Getting demolished?" Cherno joked.

"I think he means indulging to the fullest," Kirabo said, but he nodded. "Though. No doubt we'll regret this in the morning a little bit."

"Great! Let's get going then!' bellowed the massive tyrannosaurus, suddenly advancing towards them with a raging charge so fearsome they couldn't even bring themselves to get out of the way. They were frozen and staring straight ahead while he swept them up with a single burly arm, snatching them up off their hooves and paws with ease to haul their wriggling forms over to meet the rest of the party. His voice rumbled deep inside him, vibrating against their captive bodies while he hugged them against his chest with a single meaty limb.

"Alright, listen up, girlies, cause I'm only gonna say this once. They keep telling me I gotta at least introduce myself before I go wild on something soft and cute, so here we go. I'm Razgor, and that -"

He stuck a thick finger out towards the panther.

"- is Thray. Shifty guy. Watch out for him. The holy boy is Ekkel, Mallow's the bard. Uh."

He had to think for a moment.

"Lazur, friend," the vulture volunteered.

"Yeah. That. And, uh, chompers over there is Roth. So ... "

He squeezed them a little tighter, as if refusing to let them go so the party could share. Holding them close like that meant they were extra close to his underarm, catching a huff of that saurian musk already. It was only getting hotter in the tavern with all those bodies present, working hard, grinding, fucking, or otherwise heating the place up. Dwelling in the presence of his scent was already enough to get them stirring at least a little.

"Let's get this fuckin' started!"

His voice was deafening from so close, leaving their ears ringing that they almost didn't hear Ekkel speak.

"Well. Do hold on. Your efforts to be polite were valiant, but you're getting one important thing. Or three of them, that is." He put a hand to his broad, mailed chest and bowed his head briefly. "Might I have the honour of knowing your names, my new friends? I am sure they're just as pretty as you are."

"Ugh. Close nuff," the rex complained, but he held off on ravaging them on the spot for the moment.

None of them knew who should start. They glanced at each other until Kamili shyly chirped out his name, unable to handle the tension any longer.

"Um. I'm Kamili."

"Annd Kirabo." The zebra pointed to himself.

"And I'm Cherno," the buck softly said, nearly whispering.

"I was right." The paladin beamed. "Now do let them go, Razgor. Don't be selfish."

The rex grunted his dismay, but he didn't fuss any longer. Maybe all the booze had put him in the mood to share. Or maybe he just respected his companions enough to suppress his most barbaric of instincts, as difficult as it might have been. He set them down one by one, but not before leaning in to take a deep huff of their hair as he did so. It was enough to leave him smacking his lips again, his tongue loudly working over his sloppy chops as he got all hot and salivating just from a sniff alone. The little rain of rex spit splashing down on them encouraged the three of them to collectively move away, though of course that meant stepping into the embrace of all the other adventuring studs. Cherno had never felt so much like a piece of meat at a market as when he found himself caught up between those many groping hands, squeezed and examined from every angle all at once while he listened to the grunts and murmurs of growing arousal among those hulking brutes. They were surrounded, encircled by those thick, muscular bodies, swimming in the collective sweat and musk worked up as they got more and more interested in those lucky maidens. It didn't take long before the group made their decisions.

"This one, I simply must have him!" the hippogryph passionately declared, taking hold of Cherno's hips and stepping just behind him. Leaning back against that bulky half-equine form, the strength and musculature was obvious, even through the layers of protective equipment he was loath to fully strip from, even in a friendly environment.

"Oh, I was just thinking the same," the kobold chimed in, stepping around front of Cherno. That meant looking down to meet his eyes, but that adventurous reptile still probably outweighed him by a good margin. He was plenty stronger too, demonstrating that by reaching out to squeeze the buck's chest firmly, then groping smoothly down the outline of those curves until he too was clutching at those coveted hips. "Surely you don't need him all to yourself."

As flattering as having two guys fighting over him might have been, Cherno was relieved when such an impasse came to a peaceful conclusion. The paladin just clicked his beak, seemingly in approval, and squeezed the buck's shoulders.

"Not at all! I am quite willing to share with a good friend and travelling companion. Just do try not to break him before I can have my turn."

The kobold snorted. "Break him? I'd be more worried about you doing that. I mean, does he even know the kind of meat you're packing?"

Cherno could have sworn he could hear the knight blushing. But that shouldn't have been any sort of big revelation. Clomping around on hooves like that meant the big bird was half horse - and that meant he had the cock to match. He could already feel a slight tease of that ample bulge as the knight pressed up behind him a little closer, the outline of his weighty balls tapping to the buck's upper back. The decision was pretty much made for him, but leaning back and dwelling in that refined half-avian, half-equine musk was already doing it for Cherno. The sultry look of that comparatively small bard was giving him all sorts of ideas, too. Mallow had a regal look as if he were himself part of a treasure hoard once, his golden scales and deep blue eyes coming together to make him absolutely mesmerizing to look over. The glint of his skin, the gleam in his gaze, and that subtle, mischievous smile - Cherno simply smiled back as the solidly-built reptile felt him up, humming a playful tune as he began to undress his prize for the evening. The deer's light blue cock was already plenty stiff by the time those talented fingers were upon it, lightly stroking just to help him stay nice and firm.

They might have launched into it right that very moment, but the other guys still needed to make their selection. The deer was a prized catch for those two, but the two who remained unclaimed had plenty of attractive qualities all their own. Kamili stuck close to Kirabo, despite the zebra not standing much taller than him, nervously chattering to himself and suppressing his giggles as those eyes scanned him up and down. Kirabo wasn't nearly so nervous, standing up tall and proud as those curious hands came close and squeezed him up and down. He felt his ass getting gripped, and there were plenty of investigative hefts to the bulge he had out front. As small and girly as he might have been, he was every bit as equine as any other, his ample balls and swelling sheath inspiring plenty of approving grunts. Kamili couldn't possibly hope to compare. He was hardly small, but he was the smallest there, in height and cock size alike. That didn't seem to bother that silky hulk of a panther though. He freely groped the hyena's modest shaft with two thick fingers, leaning all the way down so he could project some rumbles into Kamili's ear.

"Hey spots. Me and my big friend like you a lot."

Kamili glanced back to see the rex intimidatingly grinning at him. His chest went tight enough that all he could do was sharply cackle out before he got a hand over his mouth. Thray calmly took him by the wrist and brought that hand back down.

"Oh, no need to hold it back. We're going to both have you giggling like a lunatic long before we're done with you." He leaned in and gave a long, scratchy-tongued slurp that started at the nape of the hyena's neck and moved all the way up to his fluffy hair, leaving it all smeared with a sheen of panther drool. That lingering taste was enough to bring a brief, rumbled moan out of the big cat. "Hmmf. Now, don't worry. We'll take care of you. You're a tough little 'yeen, I can tell, but even that big dumb rex over there knows when to stop. Usually."

"I'm not deaf, you know," Razgor huffed.

"Maybe not, but you are pretty dumb."

That just made the giant of a rex grin proudly. "Yeah."

Kamili was easy enough to scoop right up, and the panther did exactly that, carrying him off in his arms like a bride. The hyena might have been just a little terrified of getting caught up between two absolutely massive males like the rex and panther, but he was a hyena. Tougher than he looked. That nervousness was just going to make him horny, anyway. The wiggly excitement was already starting to overtake the fear, making him start to kick his legs and wriggle all about in Thray's grasp. The druid made sure he didn't drop that bundle of girly, giggly excitement, his cock firming up beneath his leathers with every step. Razgor meanwhile, was already sporting a fat hard-on that he didn't bother to hide. It tented that inadequate loincloth blatantly, giving a good glimpse of his broad rex cock standing up and pulsing beneath the thin layer of leather that barely concealed it in all its full, veiny glory. How Kamili was supposed to handle that much meat wasn't exactly clear. He'd just have to find a way for it to work.

That left just the zebra, but the remaining two were far from disappointed with their claim. Lazur circled him as his species was wont to do, tapping his talons upon the floor as he inspected Kirabo from every angle as if fitting him for a new outfit. But instead, he was going ahead and undressing the stripey fellow, giving him a good shoulder rub once he'd unfurled that elegant scarf. The shark loomed nearby as the bird did his work, flashing that grin, his hood still partly concealing his oceanic features. Fabric after fabric came tumbling down the zebra's curves as the big bird stripped him down, rubbing over every newly bare stripe with intent interest, tracing patterns between them as if sketching something upon his skin. Once he got that hefty set of glossy black nuts bouncing free, all shiny and smooth, perfect for groping and lightly squeezing as the vulture worked his fingers down to massage them and help coax that flared shaft from its sheath. Kirabo was almost as hung as the bird himself, though Lazur won out by a few inches. A flash of casual magic made his robe vanish just like that, revealing the full elegantly plumage of the burly wizard, his own cock pressing up firm to the small of Kirabo's back as he bent down to hump at him while stroking that firming zebra dick.

"Oh, I think this one will do excellently for milking and other such purposes. You don't mind if I get him warmed up for you, do you Roth?"

The shark simply shrugged. "Go for it. I've got plans for him. And he's gonna love them."

That he punctuated such a statement with a dark chuckle perhaps did not bode well for the zebra, but it could be the shadowy figure was simply like that. Warlocks did seem to enjoy their drama after all. Or was that sorcerers? Ah, Kirabo could never remember, and his mind was especially blank once he was descending into the dazed state that came with inhaling a fresh dose of slightly dusty vulture musk, one puffed into his senses as Lazur pulled him back against that thick, feathery body, tucking his head beneath one arm. Kirabo couldn't help but tilt his head right back to inhale from one of those tufted pits, swimming in the sweltering scent of pure, refined male. Lazur perhaps wasn't quite so musky as the thickest, most brutish of males there, even lending a slight feminine sweetness to his personal scent that spoke of being particularly fastidious. But the fact remained - it was hot in there, with so many bodies, so many indulgences going on all at once. That was enough to make anyone sweat, and the zebra soon found himself immersed in the feathery scent of vulture sweat as he got himself humped and rubbed on by that swelling shaft, smearing a layer of glossy precum all over his stripes as he bucked and huffed his way to fully hard under all that attention.

The shark was content to simply watch the two of them, looming but seemingly approving while the big bird had his way with the herbivore. Lazur groped the zebra with absolute lavish fascination, pulling him close and making sure to give Kirabo's naked body a full inspection all over again. He squeezed the zebra's shoulders, ran his talons through that lovely hair, then stroked his way down the equine's back until he was playing with that fine, stripey ass. From there he reached around and toyed with that sleek black zebra dick, stroking it a few times to help it stay plenty firm, flaring out and bulging as the vulture idly humped him the whole time. It was all enough to make Lazur huff, though not just with delight. Something was frustrating the quirky wizard, and of course the vocal fellow was going to spell it out for all to hear.

"Sometimes it is truly unfair that I have a mere two hands when I am given something so worthy of my attention. There are so many places I wish to touch you, zebra girl." He paused a moment, and then lit up as if bolted, his feathers fluffy as he recoiled from the impact of his sudden inspiration. "Ah! I know just the thing."

From there his voice transformed from the friendly chatterbox to a resonant, echoing chant as he recited a handful of memorized words. Kirabo's hair briefly stood up on end as the magical energy swirled all around his head. Then it came to a glimmering flash that briefly lit up the entire tavern as if he'd just set off a fireball in the middle of the crowded room. The actual effect was nowhere near as destructive. Rather than evoke something, he'd summoned something much more permanent. Several ghostly copies of his hands, two pairs in all, floated and twinkled there before Kirabo's eyes. Lazur conducted them with the grace of a musician, whirling his fingers through the air in a series of arcane gestures. All at once those phantom limbs went from dormantly floating there to obeying his every command, becoming an extension of his own will as they touched and explored the zebra's body much more thoroughly than before. Four extra hands upon his curves meant Lazur could grope and massage that fine girly zebra everywhere he wanted, all at once. They alternated rubbing his shoulders, his back, his belly, his hips, his butt, and of course played with his cock, slickly gliding up and down the precum-lubricated details. Most importantly, that left his own hands free to bend Kirabo over a nearby barstool so he could finally mount him.

"Such things I could learn from your tender body - but for now, I think I shall instead give in to my more base desires," Lazur muttered, then dropped his voice a little lower, speaking less energetically and more decisively. "By which I mean, of course, that I am going to fuck your pretty ass, femstripes."

The bluntness from the polite wizard was enough to startle the zebra briefly. But he quickly knew his place. That was with his tail up, his hair draped down over his features, and a fat dick shoved tight between his cheeks, smoothing along his taint and trailing a thick sheen of precum along that glossy skin. Once it made it to that plump donut hole of a zebra rim, Lazur prodded and rubbed a few times, clutching Kirabo in all six of those hands at once, squeezing deep into those malleable curves, gripping him by the hips, the thighs, the chest, the cock. Those kneading touches were a constant massage to keep him soothed while the vulture claimed him, but the constant strokes over his shaft ensured he was primed, ready and ever-so-tight once the bird started sinking those juicy inches into that thick black ring. A heaving sigh passed through them both as Lazur buried his cock deep within that stripey ass, fucking the zebra like he would any other fine maiden, getting snug behind him as he lay his feathery form over Kirabo's own, pinning him in that slightly awkward, dangling position all bent over with his hooves barely touching the ground.

"Hmmmf ... I would love to simply take you back, and milk you for all the tension stored up in those balls of yours," he murmured in the zebra's ear, a set of ghostly fingers playing with Kirabo's heavy sack while he did. "I can already tell how potent you are, how virile. The way you clench down on my cock - mmf! A truly fuckable specimen you are."

Kirabo gave a soft chuckle between his groans. "Mm ... I'm not sure how I feel about being called a specimen."

"Oh, I mean it in the most flattering of ways!" Lazur assured him, timing his words with a firm thrust that slapped his feathery nuts against the zebra's own. "Ah, mmmm ... I select only the finest for study, of course."

"Well, I'll take that. God your hands feel good ..."

Kirabo's voice dropped almost to a whisper once the vulture started really fucking him, pumping his hips with strength totally unbecoming of a wizard, using sheer muscular power to rut and slam that girly boy, to fuck him until the zebra couldn't help but drool a little. Lazur mimicked that softened tone, speaking his words so softly it as if they were only for the zebra to hear.

"And your ass feels wonderful all snug around my cock - if you'll excuse the crudeness." He never missed a beat, fucking that rump steadily with a sweaty plap of vulture nuts to zebra sack, flinging perspiration between them as he rubbed it over Kirabo's body with his smothering embrace. "But if you think that feels good ..."

First there came that flash of light, that shining glimpse of something magical before more ghostly entities came into existence before Kirabo's eyes. These were much lewder than mere hands. Three disembodied dicks floated before the zebra's lips, soon slathering over his face and spreading that magical musk across his features. He was sucking on one, and then the other, and then the third in no time once they urged their way into his mouth. They felt very much the same size as the lammergeier's own cock, plunging towards Kirabo's throat as they rather aggressively had their way with him one by one. Whichever he wasn't currently sucking rubbed itself against his face, or just slapped against his cheeks, spurting precum on his skin while he pleasured them. Whether he was sucking off the bird himself of some sort of strange entity, or the magical energy itself, Kirabo really didn't know. But they tasted good and they swelled up taut with pleasure when he serviced him, promising him a nice triple facial on the horizon. He wondered what ghost cum looked like.

A snap of Lazur's fingers and there came that glimmer again. That came with him doubling his pace, going from lovemaking to rough, forceful pounding the likes of which better fit the more physical members of the party. But Kirabo was just going to have to deal with the fact that the eccentric wizard was rutting him like a bitch, making him his maiden while he expertly manipulated the energies in the air. This time they weren't just swirling all around him. They were inside Kirabo's body, moving through his senses, through his nerves with a sparking, crackling, intensely tingling feeling. The vulture explored his tender places while he fucked that stripey ass, stimulating the zebra on the inside in ways that certainly weren't natural. It all had Kirabo's dick spurting, leaking gobs of precum so thick they audibly splattered to the floor along with heavy beads of his own sweat. But that at least was bearable. The moment Lazur found that perfect little button to press, the zebra flew into overdrive, crying out in a voice that turned heads even in that crowded tavern, screaming as if in terror as the vulture concentrated those magical forces on that sensitive little boy button right there in the zebra's taint, assaulting him with pleasure that launched him straight past orgasm and into rapture all at once.

If Lazur wanted to milk that zebra, he got his wish. Kirabo clamped down on the thick cock inside of him, sealing tightly around every single inch as the vulture sank balls-deep in that clenching ass, letting the contractions bring him to a climax of his own. He squirted a thick load of fresh cum inside Kirabo while the zebra simply erupted. It took his body a few moments to even catch up with the surge of pleasure he was experiencing. His cock twitched, tightened, flexed taut and then bulged with the sizable load shooting from him, bursting forth all at once in a messy splot that splashed and splurched all over the tavern floor. He painted his surroundings white in a single blast, not firing it off in ropes but instead seeming to empty his balls all at once, like overturning a bucket filled with zebra spunk all over the floor.

Those ghostly shafts went off just as pleasantly. They synced up well, pulling back and pointing straight at the zebra's face, spurting all in juicy unison to utterly paint and drench his features with a clinging blanket of hot cum. Or magic. Or whatever. It felt real enough to him, painting all across his features, down his chest, through his hair. He was utterly marked in that mysterious musk in moments, left to drip long strands of the stuff as it stretched from his stripey features or soaked into his skin. The satisfied groans from the wizard himself made it seem like he'd enjoyed that as if those dicks were his own, but it was all a blur by then.

Steam rose up thickly from the sweating pair as they thumped and groaned together, working through that sudden, shocking peak, leaving the zebra's confident demeanour shattered as he settled down to whimpering, limply flopping there beneath the bird as he soaked in the collected sweat that slathered over his skin. He was deeply marked in that rich, enticingly exotic scent, and completely drained from his vicious orgasm, left to drool and drip as his cock softened there between his legs, utterly satisfied. He didn't bother to move until the shark approved, finally casting his hood down but leaving his robe right where it was.

"Don't get too comfortable, stripes. Your ass is mine next."

Intimidating as that was, he did at least give the zebra some time to recover. That was the perfect opportunity to observe the depravity occurring just beside them.

Ekkel had been very insistent on his choice of maiden, but a fine, lawful fellow like him knew all about the virtues of sharing. There was no argument, no competition over who got to go first. He politely passed on the opportunity to claim the lovely buck first when he saw just how Cherno was falling under the mesmerizing sway of the kobold's charm. Mallow didn't even have to do much. There were no spells involved, not exactly. It was more just a natural aura. Well, one that had become particularly pronounced ever since the one encounter with the incubus, but he wasn't obviously casting anything on the buck to take control of him like that. The deer might have had the size advantage, but Cherno looked so much smaller in those moments. Not because he was shrinking or anything of the sort. It was more a matter of his posture, as he sank slowly to his knees before the roguish reptile without a word, nudging his nose against the bulge in those breeches. A little twitch of Mallow's lips and cock alike were indication of how pleased he was with the buck's obedience.

"Good girl. Precious little doe. Look up at me with those pretty eyes of yours."

Cherno did just as he was told, tilting his head back and giving the best shimmery doe-eyed stare of adoration he could manage. The kobold gave an eager nod, going right ahead and shoving his hands into the deer's hair, taking great big handfuls. A firm tug directed Cherno right where he needed to go, smothered up against the outline of that cock as it firmed up against the deer's face, still tightly outlined beneath the fabric, stretching it a little more with each lusty throb.

"Nng. Knew I should have worn something looser," Mallow lamented.

"But how else would you display that fine bulge of yours?" Ekkel offered a beakish smirk.

"True, true. You understand these things well for the righteous type," the kobold teased right back.

From there it was a matter of humping Cherno's face, slapping that bulge against his muzzle again and again as the kobold gave some playful thrusts. Plap plap plap went that lightly sweaty pair of nuts, bapping against the buck's features, spreading that finely reptilian scent over his senses. The kobold maybe wasn't quite as sheerly masculine as some of his more brutish companions, but there was still a thick wall of male musk hitting Cherno in the face with every thump, and that was before he even unbuckled and let the deer have the bare scales smeared all over his face. The cock that sprang forth looked as if it'd been carved of solid emerald, smooth and luminescent with a distinctly glittery sheen to it. A treasure like that was worth licking the moment Cherno was able. Mallow wasn't speaking, exactly, but the steady murmur of his soft voice keep the buck attuned, kept him attentive to the kobold's every single whim, guiding him to indulgence in the exact ways the bard was thinking, as if the buck had suddenly been imbued with some sort of mind-reading ability. Or maybe he just knew a good, lickable dick when he saw one.

That doe-eyed maiden gave a huffed moan as he slathered his way up that spire, slicking it up with his saliva as he worshipped from base to tip, and then all the way back down again. His tongue danced along the textured ridges and the barb-like points that softly squished beneath his attention, revealing their non-threatening texture despite the intimidating appearance. The bard was all smiles, giving a golden grin as he tugged those lovely black and blue locks, keeping the buck nice and close while he got his nuts sucked on. Cherno couldn't resist those shapely, low-hanging orbs, slipping one of them into his mouth and letting it bulge his cheeks while he slurped the sweat right off of it, working his tongue nicely between then beneath those heavy orbs to swipe every single drop of of kobold musk from those shiny scales. Mallow twirled his fingers through those lovely locks, curling Cherno's hair while the eager deer worshipped the prize of the kobold's swelling shaft. Soon he was humming the same little tune that Mallow was, muffling the melody with his kisses to that jade-coloured dick, falling fully under the spell of the devious bard without so much as a hint of resistance.

"You know, doe-eyes ..." Mallow began, lifting one foot off the ground and just placing it into Cherno's two eager hands. He didn't need to offer any direction to get the buck sucking on his toes while he spoke. "I consider myself a little bit of an expert on pleasuring cute girls like you. I wonder how much distance I can get from you when I make you cum, totally hands free ..."

He winked up at the paladin.

"I don't suppooooose you might be interested in a bet?"

The horsebird sighed. "Mallow, you know well that is against my tenets."

"That's not what you said last night."

"I do not know what that means."

"Pah! You knightly types. Don't worry, Cherno. I'll make sure you get everything you need before that big lug disappoints you."

He pulled the deer up beneath the arms, hefting him to his hooves to sway and smirk before the kobold. His eyes were as shimmery as ever, but they were all out of focus, a glazed and zonked look spreading over his face, complete with a crooked smile. Mallow didn't even need to touch him to guide him where he wanted. Cherno remained attuned to the kobold's body language, following that silent suggestion. Or maybe not so silent. The bard's lips were moving, even if there was nothing audible in that crowded tavern. It was nonetheless potent enough to leave the dreamy-eyed buck bending himself over a barstool, unfastening those pretty ribbons binding his silks in place, letting the whole bar get a look at that shapely ass, short little tail lifted high. But he was all for Mallow in that moment, as much as Ekkel was tempted to just step in and rut that buck right there, manners be damned. The horsebird watched with admiration and at least a little jealous, impatiently clicking his beak while his equine cock filled to flaring in his pants, leaving him all sorts of uncomfortable. But he was an avian of honour and etiquette, and he was just going to have to stand and watch that handsome young bard utterly ravage the eager doe if he was going to have his turn. And besides, it was probably for the best that Cherno got loosened up a little before Ekkel got at him.

Mallow pounced upon the cervine with a wiggle and a leap, weighing down atop him with his feet pressed firm to the sides of that stool. It was built surprisingly sturdy - probably owing to the visits from people like that giant rex off to the side of the scene - but it still wobbled as the horny 'bold got to thumping. His humping strokes slapped up against the doe-maiden's cheeks, missing the first few thrusts but quickly finding his target. He sank inside with slick precision, gliding on that oozing pre, lubing up his entrance with the lingering layer of juices from his slit. That proved plenty enough to let him sink deep inside the soft deer, bottoming out with a solid thump, those ridges and gentle little nubs stimulating Cherno for every single inch they slipped inside him. He tried to save the bleats for when something felt really good, for when he totally lost control of himself and was nearing climax, but they were already escaping him. He mahhed his way to a throbbing, squirming edge as the kobold struck home, grinding and rubbing all those sensitive places in such ways as to leave climax building up in an instant, swelling the deer's cock to a throbbing, pulsing, dripping state. He was already getting impressive distance on the shots of precum milked out of him by every sudden contraction of pleasure.

Just having the kobold's cock inside of him was filling him with the kind of intense pleasure that was usually reserved for those brief, mind-blanking moments of climax before he blew a load. Mallow didn't even have to move. His dick alone was stimulating just throbbing there deep beneath the deer's lifted tail, those intricate details bringing all sorts of sensations. Cherno was drooling just a bit after just a few seconds with his rump stuffed full of kobold dick, barely able to control his own muscles as his expression contorted into a mask of foolish ecstasy once Mallow finally got going. He worked slowly, not pounding that buck but instead giving him a nice, smooth internal massage. That meant working back and forth in extended strokes, taking a full five seconds to pull back and then just as long to push forth once more, sinking in and stroking along those tender places, pressing Cherno's every button until he finally slapped his balls against that deer butt once again. What he lacked for power and sheer girth, he more than made up for with precision. Every hit was critical, drawing the moany bleats and whimpers from the wiggling deer, leaving Cherno with his eyes shut tight as all the tavern's many sounds drifted away, as if they had all at once teleported to somewhere more private. The only things that mattered were their bodies, pressed close together, partly undressed and exchanging perspiration as they smacked together, flinging the mess of their mating in all directions. The buck was getting bred like a doe all bent over a barstool, left struggling to contain his own peak until the effort proved impossible. One buck couldn't hold back a whole flood.

It only took a few thrusts to make Cherno cum. That had to be a record. He'd lost track exactly, but that must have only been the fifth or sixth stroke before the buck was blowing his load as hard as he could. Let it out, let it all out, said that voice in his head. Or maybe that was the bard himself whispering in his ear. The result was the same either way. He kicked his hooves out and came clear across the tavern, painting a thick line of fresh deer cum as he clamped down hard on that emerald cock buried deep between his cheeks. When it had taken half a dozen thrusts to make him cum, getting half a dozen more in rapid succession was so stimulating as to make him cry out, whimpering as if begging for mercy while the pleasure overtook him like a crashing wave. All he could do was just keep cumming, and cumming, pouring, blasting it out, clenching down and contracting hard on that kobold cock, pleasuring himself all the more in the process to keep the juices flowing. Mallow finally gave him what he needed, what he craved to feel beneath his tail in the form of a hot, rump-stuffing load of kobold cream, all milked out of him by the deer's constant squeezing. His soothing murmurs broke for a moment as he grunted out some crude ruminations on his moment of climax. They were hardly befitting of a charming bard like him.

"Nnf! Tight fucking deergirl pussy ... take that spunk you little bleatslut ..."

Such dirty talk earned a 'tsk' from the observing horsebird, but he certainly didn't interfere. That would have meant interrupting the kobold's precious moments, his climax making him scrunch his face and even snarl a bit, sounding much more like an actual dragon than a miniature version while he filled the buck with cum. It ran in rivers down the back of his thighs, streaming over his balls and Mallow's alike as it squelched and overflowed from that lightly-rutted hole. He felt the kobold's balls pumping hard against his own while the bard let him have every single drop, shooting straight towards his belly when it didn't leak from that stretched rim and splatter down to the floor. A little trickle of saliva fell from Cherno's outstretched tongue, joining with the mess that soaked the floor. It was only then that the buck noticed the little drain down there, all the spilled fluids flowing towards it as if on a slight slope. Maybe it was for the drinks splashed around the bar during a particularly rowdy night. Or maybe more for nights just like this one. His thought process was interrupted by the bard smoothly pulling from him with a heavy, smacking pop, leaving him to lightly gape and trickle as that stream of hot kobold jizz ran down from his ass. He didn't move from where he was, even when Mallow vigorously smacked him on the ass.

"Fucked this one up nice and fresh for you. Maybe you'll fit now. Maybe," the kobold teased and complimented the horsebird all at once.

"I will give him some time to rest. I did so love seeing the look on his face while you took him. And yours." Ekkel offered a smile to the bard.

"I know. I'm pretty cute," Mallow grinned back.

Such a pause was the perfect time to turn attention to the poor pounced hyena. While the other party members seduced and pleasured their chosen maiden, Thray took a much more direct approach. Somehow he'd convinced the big rex to stand by while he had his turn first. The brute sat nearby, stripped down and stroking his dick while he watched the cute little hyena girlyboy getting toyed with by a massive panther. Thray was even bigger than before. He stood on four legs, taking on a form even closer to nature than usual, pinning Kamili beneath his weight as he laid himself across the fallen femboy and snarled in his face. The flash of those fangs brought out every sort of giggle at once, leaving him staring straight into the maw of the feline beast, feeling all that muscular strength pressed against his slim little spotty body as he squirmed and pushed up against that burly chest against his own. He knew he had no chance of squirming free, but he could hardly just hold still. Even if the big cat's rumbles felt pretty good all pressed up against him, keeping him just slightly calm amid all the cackling. His cock was already firm, too, pressed up to the panther's underside, modest but extra firm, rigidly quivering along with the rest of his instinct-flooded body.

Thray took his time with his plaything, pinning, looming, and sometimes licking Kamili's face or throat, slathering him with a tongue so rough and tingly it felt like it was tugging his fur out. Though it still felt pretty good. The panther didn't seem much for talking while he was in that form, whether because he couldn't or he simply didn't feel like it. That was enough to make the hyena nervously turn to that barbaric hulk and murmur out a little question.

"He's ... not going to hurt me like this, is he?"

"Nah. Don't worry about it," the rex assured. "Still him in there. Just more growly-like."

To show he understood, Thray gave an extended rrrrrr right in Kamili's face, projecting out the sound with a forceful power that made it feel like a hot hurricane wind blowing in his face. The panther's breath was intensely warm, and so was the rest of his body, making the girly boy sweat and pant just to have the big cat draped over him like a sleek-furred blanket. Even in that state, he could already get a hefty whiff of all the musk coming off that feline body. And it was only getting thicker as Thray's arousal grew, his sheath plumping and pulling back to reveal a thickly oversized feline cock. Cat though he might have been, even in that feral form, he was much better hung than the girly hyena, his lengthy cock supported by two smooth, glossy black panther nuts jiggling there with his every movement. They were pulling tighter and rounded the longer he teased the helpless hyena, licking him, nibbling him, before finally rising up. Kamili's relieved gasps lasted all of three seconds before he was utterly smothered by the big cat all over again. This time, more intimately than before.

Instead of laying himself across the hyena's body again, he instead took a seat right on Kamili's chest. That meant weighing those heavy panther nuts upon the hyena's muzzle, burying his snout between those smoothly-furred orbs, utterly immersing him in feral musk as it poured heavy from that heated feline body. At least he was kind enough not to put too much weight down and keep the hyena from breathing. Thray needed Kamili's lungs working well if he was going to huff the scent from that fat sack. When that helpless maiden didn't immediately get the hint, the panther gave a jerk of his hips and an aggressive rumble to urge him along. It wasn't like he didn't want to. It just took Kamili some time to properly orient himself once he was completely buried beneath that panther bulk, his vision gone dark, his other senses prevailing. The proper course of action was soon obvious. He simply had to tuck his nose in deep and take an extended, indulgent HUFF of those big fat balls poised upon his face, letting his senses be drenched in the mind-blanking musk that clung to them, pouring out into his nose and mouth alike until he was mindlessly sucking the taste off that sack with lips tightly locked around as much as he could handle at once. Which wasn't much, admittedly. He did his best and kneaded around some of the loose skin of the panther's sack, loudly slurping away and flicking his tongue up and down upon that musk-coated fur and skin, drenching it in his free-flowing saliva as he eagerly worshipped away. That initial hesitance was long gone once he'd had a good taste of pure panther-beast.

The feral druid needed more. He hardly seemed like an uncontrolled animal when he lifted himself up, turned his body around, and sat down firm atop the hyena's face. Or maybe indulging himself like that was the most feral thing of all. Either way, he left that pinned cutie kissing his ass. Kamili might have been nearly breathless by then, buried beneath all that feline bulk, but he serviced and worshipped as eagerly as ever. Swimming in panther musk, he licked and ate that silky rump as best he could from his pinned position, managing to get his hands up to clasp the panther's hips. That made for good leverage to shove himself all the deeper beneath that lifted tail, making it swish and twitch with those spasms of pleasure that came from getting slurped so generously. Kamili didn't hesitate, even with all the rubbing and grinding against his muzzle. He was immersed in panther musk, licking and pleasuring that wild beast, bringing the rowls and rumbles out of the mighty black cat while he did his drooly work beneath that lifted tail. The display was all enough to make the nearby rex snort in amusement.

"Keep working that cat like that and you'll turn him into a yowly powerbottom. I'd pay to see that, heh."

His tone certainly didn't express disapproval. He kept the casual stroking going while he watched, adding a generous dose of rex musk to the cocktail clouding Kamili's senses. The hyena was pretty much gone by then. Not passed out or anything. He remained fully, definitely conscious, but he was simply lost in the moment, thinking of nothing but serving the beast who had become his master. Thray kept up that indulgence just a little longer, rocking his weight back and forth against that eager tongue before he was finally up on his feet again. He stared into the hyena's eyes a while, getting that glazed but attentive stare back. He paced, circling his prey with his tail swishing, that low rumble dropping even lower, resonating through the floor while Kamili waited for the inevitable pounce. The panther took his time, dropping down and wiggling his haunches, calibrating himself to hit the hyena from the perfect angle. It all took so long that Kamili slowly began to sit up, tentatively looking over the crouching panther - only to lose sight of him. It was like the transformed druid had simply vanished from the world.

He quickly discovered that wasn't the case when the big cat hit him from behind. Somehow, in the span of a single blink, the panther had moved behind him. The pounce was a vicious takedown, complete with his jaws around the hyena's throat. Those fangs did him no harm, but they certainly kept still. So too did the claws working along that pretty outfit. The other adventurers had been so kind as to allow their chosen maiden to strip out of their fine garments. Thray had no such patience. He snarled as he shredded through that fabric, sending tatters fluttering into the air, raining down upon the scene. There was still plenty of clothing clinging to those girly curves, but that was good enough for the panther. He mounted the hyena with a low crouch of his haunches, pushing beneath his fluffy tail, and spread those spotty cheeks with a single deep, commanding thrust. The cackling ringing out through the tavern was, for a moment, louder than the panther's roars, the loudest thing in the whole place, turning heads towards the scene before the various depravities continued.

Kamili could do little more but pant and moan while he got deeply fucked by the feral cat, getting treated like a pantheress himself as he was mounted, pinned, and pounded with the steady slaps of silky nuts against his cushy butt. His belly bulged with the heavy outline of that fat dick. It thumped into his body in a single stroke, sparing no time to let him adjust, stretching him out until he whimpered. Then there came those rapid thuds, those steady, unrelenting thrusts that smacked him with the big cat's sack over and over again, spanking his ass numb while he got his neck and shoulders nibbled on. Thray's hot, puffing breath washed over the back of Kamili's head as he got fucked right there on the tavern floor, the scent of spilled alcohol hardly competing with that of musky, horny panther projecting pheromones high into the air. It was enough to make him think perhaps he was in heat himself, a few strokes away from getting bred. He was soon clenching down around that feline dick, finding himself going off hands-free from the pleasure of getting drilled senseless all alone. Such a ruthless rutting shouldn't have felt so good.

The first climax hit him hard, leaving him shrieking while the panther snarled and unloaded into him. The heat of fresh feral cum pumping into his backside was enough to set him off, making him squirt all over himself and his ruined clothes as he squirmed there beneath the beast. Thray didn't miss a single beat of his relentless pace. He fucked the girly hyena right through his cumshot, squelching in the creamy mess, making it squirt under from beneath that lifted tail as he went for another round. A good thirty seconds of pounding into his own creampie and he was going off again, that feline stamina on full display as he thumped and claimed those spotty cheeks for his own. He still wasn't stopping, even as his balls pulled up tight against Kamili's butt and his shaft swelled up taut, letting loose another load to make the girly boy's belly wobble, sloshing up with that hot cat spunk filling him and stretching him, rounding him out as if nicely knocked up by the panther's potency.

"Look at that belly swellin'," teased the rex. "I think you just became a dad, Thray."

Kamili's belly just kept getting bigger until the panther finally relented, putting the brakes on his feral pace to come to a sudden stop. The hyena's body recoiled with the jarring halt, left quivering and covered in his own cum as the big cat pulled from beneath his tail, leaving him to gush as he got painted and cummed on. A long hot rope of panther jizz splatted his back, reaching up along his spine and between his shoulders. He was already coated in that feline musk, but now he was bathed, wearing it for a second skin as it sank down into his coat and clothing alike. Marked and claimed by the feral, he was left to drool into the puddle of his own juices, wrecked and rutted. He'd lost track of how many orgasms he'd had. Or how many times the panther came inside him. It was all a messy blur, hot and sweaty, rich with the pheromones of mating. If ever there was a treatment to make him feel like a maiden, the panther had given it to him. But, as he heard and felt the intimidating WHUMP of the rex rising to his feet, he couldn't forget that was only the start of his wild night. That dinosaur still had a turn with him left to claim.

With three cute girlyboys left in recovery mode, the adventurers were free to make their wagers and roll their dice. Cherno didn't bother to look up from where he was sprawled, and Kirabo only vaguely listened. Kamili hardly heard anything at all, barely aware as something like half a dozen afterglows collided into each other all at once. Some of the adventuring pairs gambled, tossing dice or slapping cards down on the table. Thray cursed at the result, while Lazur just gave a good-natured chuckle and patted the shark on the shoulder. Ekkel and Mallow arm-wrestled, and it was close, though that might have just been the horsebird giving the kobold a chance. He didn't insist on many things, but that knight simply had to win that contest, and once he put all his burly strength into it, he easily pinned that scaly arm. Mallow just grinned to see it and nodded, not putting up any particular objection.

"I guess you really want him, hm? Shame, I certainly had some plans of my own. Probably would have broken his brain a little though once I really took him down the path."

Ekkel nodded. "I was stricken as soon as I saw him."

Meanwhile, Thray, back in his regular form, was grumbling lightly. The rex reached out for a friendly smack on the back, just a little too firm.

"Ah, come on. We both know we had the same idea."

"Well, yes. But that's not the point," the druid huffed.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure nature gets her due." The teasing tone was lost on them. But it was spoken with an audible wink.

The shark didn't say much of anything. He'd finally unfastened his robe, though he left it on. It fell open to reveal his cock, standing up against a set of impeccably-toned abs. His balls were smooth and shiny, his frame was almost impossibly well-maintained, his strength and figure seeming almost unnatural. At least from what Kirabo could see. Much of the shark still remained cloaked and concealed, left a mystery as the zebra climbed up to his knees before that erect spire. Roth had a distinctly salted musk, the ocean always with him even when he was well away from water. More so than Kirabo even knew. He was more than ready to just kneel there and give him a good blowing, but instead found himself with something else to suck as a wriggling appendage made itself known from underneath that cloak, a slick and slimy tentacle emerging as the warlock's patron made their power known.

Of course a shark served a lord of the depths. Such forbidden eldritch power manifested itself as half a dozen tentacles winding from beneath Roth's robe. He never removed it, for whatever reason. Whether it was to conceal some sort of mutation, or simply to maintain his aura of secrecy, Kirabo didn't care. He found himself bound by those writhing things, pulled into the air with his hooves dangling an inch or two from the floor, spread out before the grinning sea predator as he got his first taste of that power. Or, more specifically, one of those tentacles found its way to his lips and began to wriggle its way inside, working as if it had a mind of its own, writhing like a slippery snake, or perhaps an eel. The taste was musky, hot, sexual, compelling the zebra to suck deeply of that strange gift. And it was sensitive too, judging by the way the shark gnashed his teeth and gave a little groan of pleasure to have the girly equine so expertly please that anomalous part of him as eagerly as if he were sucking a cock. It tasted just as good, after all.

Each appendage moved and groped about the zebra's form with its own distinct style and touch. Some were aggressive, smearing slime across the equine's body, painting those stripes in a translucent layer of juices that clung to his hide, making him extra shiny in the lamplight. Others were more tender, slowly stroking up and down his curves, massaging him with those phallic tips to leave him even wetter with the oozing fluids pouring from each tentacle. Eventually they worked down to his more sensitive places, slipping between his stripey cheeks, or pressing beneath those smooth black balls to knead at his taint. One coiled around that zebra cock like a gentle serpent, schlicking upwards until it could latch on and start to suck. It leeched the precum from Kirabo's spire, drinking it all down with excessively squelching slurps, taking those fluids up along the length of that tentacle to vanish beneath the shark's body. Whether that meant the warlock himself was drinking them down, or absorbing them, wasn't really clear. Kirabo was barely watching anyway, his head tilted back, his jaws clamped tight around that thing in his throat, getting facefucked while the sex-smelling slime trickled down his chin and cheeks, adding some extra sloppy mess to each individual stroke.

Roth stood with his arms folded, doing his best to look stoic, but the pleasure he took from that girly equine, fondling and fucking and sucking him all at once made him quiver, made him twitch and grunt and writhe, ruining the whole effect. He tried to make his moans into something more imposing, grunting out when the sensations built up to the point he couldn't maintain his silence, but sometimes he couldn't help but let loose a blatant 'ohhhhh' as that zebra sucked him off like that. Finally, he cleared his throat to speak.

"I'll have you know, my patron prizes young, fertile types like you. Girl or boy." He leaned in closer, his grin somehow growing even broader, seeming to show each of those many teeth of his all at once. Just in case the implications weren't enough already, he spelled it out. "What would you think of bearing the offspring of a dark lord and his servant, hmm?"

The best Kirabo could do for a reply was to loudly glurk around the tentacle plunging deep into his throat. But he didn't resist, didn't struggle or complain. He wasn't backing down. The shark stepped closer, holding the zebra by the shoulders while a particularly thick appendage wriggled its way beneath the girly boy's tail, prodding that thick donut rim. Roth spoke again.

"Because that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to plant those seeds and let you be the incubator for something new. You're going to make a cute mommy, girly zebra."

With that, he penetrated Kirabo's rump with a sensation like a liquid being poured inside him. That fat tentacle wriggled its way within him, coiling up through his insides, making his belly bulge with its sheer girth. It kept on travelling, snaking up the zebra's rear end while Kirabo whimpered all around the one in his throat. But it was never out of any discomfort, nor even lack of air. Those eldritch things treated him right, sucking him, spitroasting him, very nearly meeting in the middle as they bulged his gut and gullet alike with their slurping, shoving thrusts. And when they were nicely in position, the shark was primed to let them fuck the zebra hard. Before, they'd just been massaging, working slowly in and out to stimulate that girly boy. Soon, Roth worked them, commanded them to wreck that zebra, their shiny lengths flexing and coiling, springing forth with full force to slimefully fuck those holes and suck every resulting drop of precum straight out of the zebra's shaft, the blaring noise of sucking, schlupping, slurping, schlurking all coming out at once as those tentacles bred his girly booty with such force as to lift him right up off his hooves, hovering in the air in that lubricated grasp.

Vulture cum still trailed down the zebra's face and ass alike, mixing in with the overflowing slime as those tentacles had their way with them. Soon the mess was much thicker as those translucent tubes went white with the seed being pumped through them, stiffening and bulging, endowed with that strange cum that promised to knock him up, no matter how male he really was. It erupted first between his lips, pouring down when his throat couldn't handle the sheer pressure, leaving his nostrils stuffed full of the fresh sharkspunk too. Or whoever's cum that really was - Roth's or his sinister undersea patron. Maybe both. Either way, those claims of potency were plenty substantiated. Kirabo could feel the heat inside him, the strange tingling that came with some sort of magical transformation as that seed gushed up into his ass, sloshing and splashing in his gut, stretching him and breeding him with some sort of strange, forbidden hybrid. He knew he'd just been impregnated from the moment the first drop shot up inside of him, filling him with that deeply gratifying sense of his purpose being fulfilled. He was a vessel for the shark's lord. And his body sang with pleasure to know it.

That feeling sent him over the edge at last, spraying out his load for that tentacle to devour. It sucked it up with the most gratuitous of noises, ensuring Kirabo's orgasm went on and on the longer it squeezed down on his many sleek black inches. Guzzling from the source made the zebra clench and shake and dry-fire for a few shots, drained dry but still locked in orgasm until his head slumped down and he gasped for air, that tentacle in his mouth slopping out so he could breathe right. It took some coughing and choking, drooling heavy gobs of spunk that didn't fit into his belly, but in time he was recovering, dangling there in those tentacles like a prisoner, his hooves touching the ground once more but hardly supporting any of his weight, his legs next to limp after a climax like that. But Roth was already stroking himself, already clutching at his actual cock as those tentacles receded back up under his robe. Without them supporting the zebra, he was forced to catch his plaything as Kirabo collapsed forth. And he wasted no time turning that stripey ass around so he could start humping it, skimming through the cum leaking from that well-fucked donut. He spoke in a low, horny growl of sorts.

"That was business. My contract satisfied, once again. This - this is for pleasure."

With that, he started pushing inside the zebra, sloshing through the spunk that filled him, using it to make his passage swift and slick. He kept one arm firmly wrapped around Kirabo's chest, pulling him against that wall of aquatic muscle that was his upper body while he filled him with shark dick. With the other he began to channel his inner power, clutching his fingers into a claw, seeming to grasp at something invisible in the air. Then he pulled, opening a rift right before Kamili's eyes that mirrored the shark's face on the other side. He gazed into that grin a moment, only for the portal to vanish once more. Roth adjusted while he fucked the zebra, and instead opened one a few inches in front of that bobbing, swelling equine cock. Nudging Kirabo with some particularly insistent thrusts, the warlock walked him forwards until his cock vanished into that portal. Kirabo couldn't see what was on the other side. He could only feel, and hope that the shark would treat his dick well.

First he felt a little lick along its surface, travelling up his shaft as Roth teased and toyed with that slab of zebra cock. That meant Kirabo's shaft was mere inches away from those many teeth, but any such related fears proved unfounded. The shark was gentle. He reached up to stroke that dick a few times, jerking it a few times, letting Kirabo entertain the notion of cumming in the warlock's face for a short while, but it wasn't to be. Roth quickly grew bored of that when more ideas occurred to him. A flash of colour before the zebra's eyes was another rift opening up, and soon Kirabo was confronting his own cock as it pushed and thumped up against his lips, every firm thrust from the shark plunging it forth until the zebra couldn't help but kiss it. The mere sight of that caused a throb inside of him. Clearly the warlock liked that, and teased him as much.

"I bet you suck your own cock all the time, with such a nice one. Go ahead and show me how good you are at it."

Another urgent shove with his powerful hips made the shark get his wish. Kirabo's lips parted, and he was soon sucking himself off with all the flourish he might give another male. His tongue, his lips, his throat, he used everything he had to pleasure himself, knowing how much the warlock liked seeing it. He bobbed, licked, and most of all sucked hard on those glossy inches, cleaning the cum off the tip with his tongue, swallowing the fattened flare. The shark's steady pace meant he was facefucking himself to the tune of how hard he was getting fucked, unable to help but move his hips and claim his own throat with a certain sense of self-aggression. It felt good, too good. He couldn't ever bend this much on his own, not enough to feel his own nose pressing against his crotch, his balls slapping against his chin. It was enough to get him flaring broader, his veins and medial ring bulging out, taut, stretching, pulsing as he leaked thick precum straight down his own throat. Edging and twitching, he had to wonder if he could even handle swallowing any more cum, and was admittedly relieved when the shark had another idea.

The wizard had been sitting nearby, nakedly reading one of his many books as he waited for his friends to finish. Though he was still idly aroused, perhaps simply absorbing all the ambient sexual energy around him. His cock was semi-hard, and then suddenly a whole lot harder as he screeched in surprise, tossing his book into the air as something suddenly entered him. The zebra's slick cock found its way beneath his tailfeathers, finding the mark between his cheeks and sinking all the way inside his rump as Roth fucked him forth. Kirabo was soon part of a sandwich as he got pressed into that feathery rear from both sides. One from Roth's steady fucking, pumping that ring, slapping those stripey cheeks. And after a brief adjustment, the vulture himself cleared his throat and settled his weight down on that stool, riding that zebra dick, enveloping him in warmth, bouncing up and down as if using a sex toy, but one that was very real, very warm, and throbbing in edgy anticipation with all those sleek black inches buried inside the bulky bird.

"Ah! Always with your tricks, Roth," the wizard commented. "You are right though. Best to put such a pretty cock to use."

Satisfied with his own antics, the shark put his focus on fucking the zebra stupid, clutching him by the hips with both hands and making sure to throw his mighty weight against that slender body, pounding him as if he couldn't even fathom taking it easy. Kirabo wasn't easily broken. A girly herbivore like him required a certain toughness in such a world, and getting his ass fucked by a big brute of a shark was among the things he could handle. Though not without moaning plenty. He whimpered and whined and groaned out in the bitchiest of ways, letting the occasional bray of zebra noise escape him as he clenched down on that thick aquatic cock. A little hotter, a little tighter. That vulture had been fucked before, but not much. Kirabo could tell. The pressure squeezing down on him as that big bird rode him while he got thumped by that strong shark was enough to leave him yelping to the ceiling, his eyes shut tight as he tossed his head back with a swish of his hair, what wasn't pinned down by the sweat and cum clinging to him.

Blowing a load inside Lazur meant there was zebra cum pouring down beneath those tailfeathers, several feet away. The lammergeier took it all deep inside, closing his eyes and sitting down snug on that dick, stroking his own to a satisfying cumshot that streaked across the floor. It all made Kirabo extra tight around Roth's shaft, squeezing, milking, all but forcing him to cum right there. The shark blew his load hard, gushing up towards the zebra's belly, adding to the load already pumped there, already stretching him, filling him, rounding him out to a nice pregnant swell that wobbled there as he shook and twitched with his enduring orgasm. A slow schlup off his oversensitive shaft made him yelp as the vulture stood up once more, dripping spunk down to the floor. And the shark just kept unloading, cracking the zebra's middle as it became a globe of pure shark seed, cramming him full of cum until he couldn't possibly hold anymore. Kirabo knew who he belonged to now, shimmering his way down to a glowing finish, his body broken and ruined, made matronly by the breeder shark. And they were going to share such otherworldly pleasures for a long time to come.

Stepping over the fallen frame of the zebra, the vulture stroked his beard and considered.

"Such fine work. I do hope you'll allow me to come by and milk the cute thing every now and then. I am most curious of the properties of his essence once your seed takes root within him."

The shark gave a nonchalant nod, catching his breath. "Mhm."

Speaking of spending an extended time with someone, Cherno was finding himself falling for that lovely knight a little more with every single step. He held the horsebird's hand as Ekkel clopped his way up a staircase, taking his chosen maiden away from all the bustle, to somewhere they could have a little privacy. He laid a few pecks on the buck's cheek and arm as he guided him, swishing that horsey tail, moving to a quiet bedroom above the romping chaos below. The sounds of revelry were still audible, but muffled through the floor. It was just them, in that little bedroom with a bed that hardly seemed big enough for the half-bird's bulk. But it was going to have to do. Ekkel swept him up in his arms and carried the deer over to the bed like a bride, laying him down and moving over top of him in an instant, gazing longingly into Cherno's eyes before meeting in a deep kiss.

Smooching a beak wasn't the easiest thing to do, but it came surprisingly naturally to Cherno as he tilted his head to the side and slipped the paladin some tongue. They huffed and moaned together, pressed close, but the knight quickly withdrew when he felt his light armour getting in the way. Cherno lay on his side, head propped up on a hand as he watched the hybrid strip for him, coming down to feathers and hide alike, bare but for a small religious trinket around his neck. That stayed on even as Ekkel pressed his sturdy body against the deer's once more, completely burying him beneath all that muscle, immersing him in feathers and scent alike. The hippogryph was sweating. Especially his lower half. And with that perspiration came a heavy dose of musk that swam through Cherno's senses, flooding him in pheromones, leaving him primed and ready to get fucked all over again. But Ekkel took it slow, and that was fine.

Lying beneath the naked body of the knight meant Cherno could feel that equine cock erecting for him. He'd already been fucked that night, but somehow it made him feel so pleased to know he was making the big gryph horny. Ekkel seemed like someone of high standards, or so Cherno liked to imagine at least. And he'd chosen him, and no one else. The deer stroked along those feathers, admiring the heft, the muscle beneath them, rubbing deep into that well-kept plumage. Even the heat hardly kept the saintly fellow from maintaining proper pruning. Whether that was a knightly thing or just an avian thing wasn't clear, but it meant his whole top half was smooth and silky to the touch, delighting Cherno's senses as he rubbed against that burly body, feeling himself vanish beneath all that muscle, held close, kept save, smothered in strength and desire alike.

Eventually he got his hands down to the horsebird's cock and set to stroking and admiring all that meat with an intimate touch. Ekkel was glad to let him, raising his hips up just to give better access. That meant Cherno could grip the middle of that cock, feeling it swelling in his grasp, going solid, bulging out the details and the veins alike. Thumping, fattening, getting thick with lust, the horsebird's dick was a heavy, blunt object that went with his extra-sturdy lower half. The buck rubbed and admired its every texture, thumbing over the tip to slick his digit up with pre, reaching around to take a squeeze of that finely-toned equine ass. For all the muscle of the gryph's body, he had some heft to his backside, ensuring there was plenty of cheek to squeeze as the deer explored the shapes of his new lover. It hardly felt like a hookup in a tavern any longer. There was passion between the two of them. That was exactly how Ekkel liked it.

Of course, it didn't have to be all kissing and subtlety. The horsebird sat up in time, breaking from that affectionate snuggle to present to Cherno that rising spire of his pitch black cock and nuts. He didn't need to speak. A gentle hand upon his head and the deer took the signals to dive in, to indulge himself and the knight alike in a little worship session. He was sniffing the gryph's nuts in seconds, taking in that hybrid musk as he immersed himself in that heady scent. There was something both refined and wild about it. The big hybrid might have been a fancy knight and all, but he got plenty sweaty, carrying those natural aromas with him when he got all worked up. Cherno zonked himself right out as if hypnotized all over again, mindlessly inhaling the hippogryph's essence with hardly another thought in his head. He didn't know how long he was down there exactly, but Ekkel was content to let him work, let him enjoy the body of that perfectly sculpted hero, that storybook stud brought to life for him to worship.

Eventually he had to move upwards, slathering his way up that cock until he got to the tip. He kissed there for a while, savouring, tasting, drinking those first traces of juices, the thick gobs already a satisfying snack for his senses, or perhaps already a feast. He drank it down for a while, sucking the very tip right up until the moment the hippogryph surprised him. Ekkel had been so patient, so calm, that the sudden stiffening of his cock and body alike startled Cherno. The horsebird seized him by the head and antlers, pulling him closer, parting his lips with the flat head of his dick until it pushed into his mouth. And then deeper. The gryph's body tensed as he grunted out in satisfaction, feeling the deer accommodating his exceptional girth so easily. It took some stretching of his jaw, but Cherno managed to swallow the first few inches of that fat horse dick as it pushed inside of him, filling out his throat to brimming as it bulged with that cock plunging straight down towards his belly.

"Nnf - forgive me, Cherno. I want you. I want to cum in your mouth and see you drink it. Will you do that for me?"

Cherno's best response was a heavily muffled 'mhmf' as he glurked his way down those inches. He couldn't do anything but suck while the gryph fucked his face, clutching him by those natural handles, gripping his antlers tight and thrusting between his lips. That meant stuffing him over and over with that heavy dick, with that plump, extra juicy horsecock. For a brief time, the buck felt a pair of fat nuts tap his chin before the half-jay pulled back and relented. He was just gentle enough to keep from choking the deer to unconsciousness, though Cherno's head was still swirling after a solid minute of getting throat-fucked by that well-hung stud. He held on to Ekkel's ass, meekly clutching the much bigger male, nose buried in sweaty equine crotch and a thick tuft of feathers that gathered there. He breathed nothing by hippogryph musk, sweat splashing against his features while he got throat-stuffed over and over, feeling those twitches syncing up perfectly with the equine snorts escaping the horsebird's beak as pleasure ramped up to a ball-tightening peak.

The surging gush splashed into Cherno's belly in an instant, welling up in his overfilled throat a second later as the gryph's dick plumped up taut with the pressure of orgasm and then erupted. He groaned towards the ceiling, beak pointed straight up, unloading within the deer before withdrawing to leave just that flaring tip between the deer's lips. Cherno gulped and guzzled, chugging down fresh horsegryph spunk until his middle felt taut and sloshy. It shot out from his mouth in jets for the pressure it was pumping forth, and eventually it just blanketed him as the hybrid pulled right out to shoot the rest of his load over those pretty cervine features. He completely masked the deer in his cum, leaving Cherno to steam in that freshly-musked scent, marked, claimed, utterly despoiled by the not-so-knightly lust pouring out of the paladin as he finished off his cumshot on Cherno's chest, leaving the buck kneeling there, holding palmfuls of gryph spunk, letting it trail between his fingers as he caught his breath.

That meant drooling plenty, his eyes fixated on the bird as he pulsed in wait for more. Surely the gryph wouldn't neglect his own pleasure after such a treat like that. Ekkel granted himself only a few moments to recover and enjoy the feeling of having taken such a good girl as Cherno, and then he was on his hooves. Not to abandon the buck to his own needs, but instead to retrieve a thick sack that sat inconspicuously in the corner. It rattled and clinked with its various contents as the gryph rustled through, casting a kind smile back to the buck as he searched for what he needed. The clanking of chains was soon evident as he hauled out those heavy shackles, biceps flexing beneath the weight of those solid bindings.

"You'll permit a fellow like me his certain quirks, won't you?" he asked. "It is not often I find someone so worthy, so tempting - and I get such urges to contain things of great beauty, at times. Blame the training, I suppose."

Cherno was still catching his breath, drooling on himself as cum poured down his hanging tongue. But he nodded. Of course he would. Anything that gorgeous knight wanted.

"You spoil me. A keeper, most certainly," Ekkel said, and he approached.

It was swiftly clear that he'd done such a thing before. He stretched the buck out on his back, splayed and stretched, then bound him with those metal cuffs. They were soft on the inside, padded with some sort of fluff or maybe even feathers to ensure they didn't hurt Cherno's wrists or ankles even while they were fastened tight around the deer's limbs. He heard them click into place, the powerful lock clamping down, and a little wiggling told him that there was no forcing or squirming his way out of those. He was at the hippogryph's mercy until the knight decided to turn the key once more. And that was fine with him. He throbbed as he waited for more, watching the naked knight returning to the bag once more. Of course Cherno was staring at that fine, sweaty equine ass the whole time. Such a thing kept him from noticing what else Ekkel had retrieved from there, and the horsebird kept it behind his back as he returned.

With such urgent need, Cherno felt for a moment like just reaching down to get himself off right there, but instead was surprised to find the gryph stroking him off as he climbed onto the bed between the buck's spread legs and started fondling that blue shaft with one free hand. The other kept the surprise concealed as he tsked and shook his head.

"Now now. I need you mostly soft, at least for a moment. Let's empty those pretty balls of yours, Cherno. Cum hard for me. You'll want this one to last."

Whatever that meant, Cherno was pleased to oblige. He maybe hoped to let off the pressure with the gryph buried deep inside of him, but this did fine. The texture of those scaled, avian hands brought him to a climax with surprising haste, leaving him gasping out as he painted himself with jizz. It splattered over his chest, joining with the mess splashed there by the bird himself, then trickled down to his belly. In the end he was squirming in those shackles, making some silly faces as the gryph rubbed him just a little too long, squeezing near the base, making sure he got every single drop out of the deer. It was enough to eventually cause a startled bleat, which was indication enough of the overstimulation. Ekkel let Cherno's cock flop down and soften briefly. It was all the time he needed to strike.

He moved with expertise and precision to clamp that confining cage around the buck's softened cock. That golden device shone brightly in the light, adorned with a few small jewels, tapping off the deer's shaft like a crown. It was about half the size of Cherno's cock erect length, and with a turn of a key, Ekkel locked it in place. That was enough to make the buck bleat his alarm, perking up and trying to sit, but he couldn't get far for those shackles keeping him bound to the bed. The inquisitive look he was giving Ekkel was enough to ask his questions, and the horsebird gave a good-natured chuckle as he patted the prison fixed around the buck's dick. Cherno was already firming up, just looking over the gryph's naked body, soon hitting on the limit that little chastity device allowed.

"Oh, don't worry, Cherno. I have the key. I will let you out when my obligation is fulfilled."

The buck's voice came out a little shaky. "Obligation?"

"Why, to make you my maiden, of course. The tenets demand it, now that I have taken your innocence." He lightly laughed. "Or so the rules go. Let us consummate our betrothal - and on a special night to come, I will let you free as we celebrate our wedding night."

Cherno murmured something, stammered something else, but none of it was exactly coherent. Was he really about to commit himself to marrying that feathery stud? Was getting fucked by that sleek black cock worth the consequences? Was pleasure and desire worth such an engagement? The more he looked over that huge, sculpted beauty of a horsebird, the more he wanted to belong to him. His cock pulsed away within the golden cage, half its usual size and kept confined like that, filling out the confines fully as he found himself swept up and blanketed by the gryph's warmth and weight once more. The jaygryph looked directly into his eyes as he mounted him, letting them exchanging loving gazes as they commenced the mating that would seal the deal, and mark the buck as property of the horny knight.

Sinking inside him came smoothly, especially with the deer all spread out like that. He couldn't kick or squirm much, but he certainly wriggled as that broad equine dick spread him out and sank inside. The bard got him loosened and lubed up, but that was still one fat cock stretching his rim and sinking deep within his backside. He watched the outline tracing through his belly, bulging its way upwards as the gryph used him for a sheath, burying himself deep within that tight ass and holding himself there to swell up fully, throbbing, shooting precum all the way within the bound and denied deer. He couldn't get hard enough that he might be able to cum with that device locked to his dick. Whatever he did, he was left edging, left pent up with his balls pumping and clenching, building but coming nowhere close to the payoff. That was going to have to wait. A long time, it seemed. But in the meantime, he could indulge in the pleasure of getting fucked by that hybrid hulk, feeling that dick pushing deep into his tender places, rutting and pleasuring him until he was whimpering Ekkel's name between pursed lips.

"That's it ... squeeze tight for me, Cherno. I am going to make you mine."

The buck wondered if cumming in his face wasn't enough to claim ownership already. But he rolled along with that steady fuck once the gryph got going. Long, smooth lunges of that muscular body shook the bed and rattled those chains, to say nothing of how they ravaged Cherno's own body. The deer was along for the ride, getting bucked and fucked by those powerful equine haunches. Up top the gryph was all elegance, those fine feathers leaving Cherno with plenty to admire as he watched the knight fucking him, but below, the hybrid was raw power. All that strength went into plunging hard into the girly deer's body, fucking him just like a doe, rutting his tight hole and making those cheeks shake with the force of heavy horse nuts slapping up against the base of Cherno's short tail. A steady slap, a sweaty thud, and the constant hot, sweet-breathed huffing in his face kept the deer utterly enraptured in the moment, mesmerized without a hint of magic. Just a gorgeous horsebird and one thick cock stuffing his rump until he couldn't help but start to clench.

As much as he couldn't cum exactly, Cherno's body still found a way to hit a peak. His cock remained half-filled, trapped and unable to rub against anything at all for the stimulation he needed to push him over. But he could have another kind of orgasm. That driving pleasure beneath his tail, fucking against his sensitive button meant he was tightening, massaging Ekkel's dick tightly as he worked his way to a more feminine kind of climax. It was one that came from the pleasure of getting fucked alone, leaving that juicy buck butt clenching and wiggling, contracting rapidly all around those many inches, helping to milk the gryph to a peak of his own. What that release lacked for actual cum, it made up for with the pleasure flooding his body, making him pump harder, faster, tighter, over and over around that fat hippogryph dick while Ekkel shot another load inside him. Bulging, stretching, then gushing, it filled the deer up with hot cum in an instant, hosing, soaking, plastering his insides while the deer rocked and shook in the throes of anal orgasm, getting off without releasing a single drop of actual seed. That remained confined, trapped within him, but the pleasure was enough to bring him a similar sort of afterglow. The room was spinning all around him as he stared up at his new husband-to-be.

"You see? I wouldn't neglect your pleasure, sweet doe. I'll teach you to cum just like a girl while I fuck you like one. You won't even need that little trinket off when it's finally time."

They met into another kiss without further comment from Cherno, the buck content to get all wrapped up in the horsebird's sweaty embrace, equine dick still buried deep inside him, trickling out the last few drops of seed. They were bound, in more ways than just literal. And if Cherno was to be the big gryph's lover, then he was going to enjoy his days indeed. He just hoped his other friends made out as well.

That maybe wasn't quite the case for Kamili. Or maybe it was, depending on how one looked at it. The poor diminutive girlyboy yelped and giggled as he got snatched up by the huge rex, a cock nearly the size of his whole body pressed up between his legs and brushing along his belly, his chest, until it was pressed right up in his face. Razgor set him right atop that spire, seating him against his crotch for a moment as he bobbed his hips left and right, letting the hyena ride that enormous dick like a steed as Kamili clung on helplessly. He was already so far off the ground. It wasn't too far to fall or anything, but it was staggering. Every single part of that dinosaur was just so damn big, from his muscles to his gut to his dick to those hefty balls swinging beneath. And then there were his teeth. They were locked into a horny grin as those huge hands groped along that spotty body, stripping the last of his clothing off to toss it aside, decorating the surroundings with purple fabric. That had been a good outfit. But that was the least of his worries by then. The rex was lifting him up again.

"I hope you're ready, girl. I'm going to fuck your pretty little spots right off."

Kamili could only whoop in alarm as the plump head of the rex's dick pressed up against his ass. It squished into one of his spotty cheeks, then the other, finally teasing inwards and pressing to his hole with significant pressure. He was still full of panther spunk, oozing down the dino's cock as he urged and shoved, but it still seemed impossible. No matter how much nudging and urging Razgor did, there was no way Kamili could stretch that much. That was exactly what he was thinking, feeling the rex squeezing him around the hips and pushing him down, humping up over and over, until he was proven wrong. Enough pressure, enough persistence, and the rex had his way. He made that ring open up for him, and he started sinking inside, one extra-thick inch at a time, throbbing hard for every successful shove. He snorted and puffed hotly over the hyena, making the girly boy sweat profusely from the heat of his breath alone, clenching his teeth and unsuccessfully attempting to keep from breaking into cackles while he got absolutely violated by the massive brute. He had to wonder if he'd even survive this kind of thing, but after the initial shock, it felt good to get used for a toy by the absolute monster of a reptile.

"Unnngh, yeah, that's a tight pussy ... you hyena girls have always been one of my favourites."

Whether he was just teasing or if he'd simply started to think of Kamili as female wasn't exactly clear. The hyena's dick looked so very small when he had one pushing out in his belly, turning him into a living condom for the immensity of that scaly beast's own cock. Razgor was at least kind enough not to use the whole thing. That might have meant coming out the other side. Once he got halfway inside the hyena's rump, he called it good enough and pulled back. Kamili cried out, flailing in that grip as he got plunged and pumped, the first thud back in knocking the sense out of him. He wasn't even sure how to speak anymore, left flailing and gripping that dick tightly as he leaked precum so thickly it formed a puddle on the floor. One single rex hand was enough to wrap around his entire waist, making it look like Razgor was simply jerking off as he pumped the spotty treat back and forth on his dick, flexing that big bicep taut with the effort to pleasure himself with that small, girly body, no matter how brutal it might have been.

Kamili's body numbed out any discomfort. He felt only climax, building, tightening, making it harder for the rex to keep that harsh pace. The dino yanked the hyena upwards, then wrenched him back down, stuffing his belly full again, stretching him, loosening him to the point of uselessness. Kamili knew he wasn't going to enjoy regular-sized dicks for a while after an absolute demolishing like this one - but the pleasure building in his balls was good enough to make him not care. The rex wasn't exactly a generous or caring lover, rushing to get himself off as fast as he could, but it didn't matter. Kamili was ready to cum as soon as he felt those twitches. The dino's sack pulled up taught, jiggling with the force of those contractions, and as the hyena cackled away, totally at a loss for control, Razgor built to a thundering roar, drowning out every single other sound and blowing the the hair back of anyone in his vicinity. The power of that bellow perfectly matched the force of his orgasm, cumshot exploding within that ruined girlyboy all at once with a thick, audible glssssh.

Kamili could taste it in moments. His gut swelled, his balls pumped as he squirted on himself, hands free, and soon he had rex spunk overflowing from his mouth as he got overflowed with the jizz milked out of those titanic nuts all at once. He felt it soaking him, marking him, but mostly he was blank as he reached that forceful orgasm with a tiny whimper. One good squirt, a pause, and then another, and he was cumming for the rex again, and again. Maybe twice, maybe thrice, maybe more. He wasn't sure. All he could focus on was the smell of fresh rex cream, hosing down his body as it poured out from under his tail. His belly went taut, reaching its limit, and the dinosaur finally pulled from him mere moments from his breaking point. A little more and he might have simply broken, but he remained a slathered, sodden, broken, bloated wreck. His eyes were crossed, his tongue was hanging from his jaws, and he could barely twitch as Razgor held him there by the scruff. In such a state, he didn't catch any hint of what was about to happen until it was too late.

"Fuck. Wish you were bigger so I didn't break you so easy. But doesn't matter now. Time for a second dinner."

A glimpse of those ivory chompers alerted Kamili to the danger, but he still didn't move. Nor did he react much as the rex opened his jaws wide to let the surrounding light illuminate the confines of his slobbery maw. He was seriously salivating, heaving strings snapping and rivers running through his teeth, flowing over his lower lip as he gaped before his prey. A lucky turn of the dice meant the hyena was his meal that night. But it didn't truly set in until he shoved Kamili in, pressing on that spotty ass with his palm as he fed him into his open mouth head-first, muffling the alarmed laughter that burst from him as he forced his snack into his gullet. There was no savouring but for a few solid slurps along that naked, cum-drenched boy as he devoured him whole, gnawing on his body but doing no harm. Not yet. He wanted that girly thing in his belly whole and alive for as long as possible, gulping hard around the hyena's skull to drag him deeper with nearly crushing force. Gobbling, shoving, and heavily gulping, he made short work of that rutted thing, jamming those girly spots straight down his gullet as if punching him into those jaws. Kamili was utterly doomed.

A sharp toss of the rex's head whipped those curvy legs upwards, flailing them around as the hyena faintly kicked, struggling against a force he knew he couldn't hope to defeat. Nobody bothered to pay the scene much attention. They weren't about to get between a dinosaur and his meat. Kirabo was far too devastated to notice what was happening to his friend, and Cherno was somewhere else entirely, enraptured with his new lover. Those soft paws vanished between the rex's teeth until Razgor clamped down and clicked his jaws shut, instantly forming a satisfied grin. One more rolling ulp and he swallowed the rest of his meal down whole, sending that girly shape faintly bulging beneath his scales until the boy vanished behind the pudge on his gut. That belly wobbled once his meal settled inside, sagged a little deeper, but otherwise, Kamili was hidden, tucked away and gone to satisfy the big brute's relentless appetite with his entire body, his entire existence. And he probably wasn't even going to keep that rex full for long.

"URRALLP ... ahh, that's the good stuff. Girly treats are just the best, aren't they?" Razgor teased Thray, who'd been watching the whole thing.

"Mmhmm," the cat sternly said.

"Aw, don't pout kitty. Got plenty of gold to pay Ekkel's buddies. You can eat him next time." A few solid slaps to that big gut of his kept the internal squirms going, but they were already slowing. "If I don't see them first. Seconds sounds nice right about now."

The tavern-keeper rang a small bell to indicate it was almost closing time. The troubadours stopped playing and the crowd was largely settled and quiet once more. Some finished off their drinks, and others finished off their maidens, getting one last orgasm out of those girly boys before calling it a night. Kirabo remained sprawled on the floor along with plenty of other well-fucked femboys, his body swollen, his future uncertain with that strange something growing within him. Cherno too was left wondering what his future held, now that he belonged to the studly bird, but his sheer attraction to the noble gryph ensured he didn't worry much. The only one of the three whose fate was certain, at least for the near future, was Kamili. He was gurgling deep within the dinosaur, verging on just passing out as the scorching air proved uninhabitable for a living, squirming creature for long. Soon he'd be part of that heavy bulk, used up and added to those muscles, to that gut, and returned to nature, so to speak, until the priests could work their magic so that beast could do it all over again. None of the three of them expected to end up in such situations when they dressed up for that special night. But it seemed it would probably be their last after running into that rambunctious adventuring party.