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“Urgh… is there only orcs around?” groaned Nimbus, passing a hand on his sweat-caked forehead. He cried, he shouted, he kicked a rock. Yet he returned to the map Rangor had given him after they departed on “good standings,”… Which wasn’t such a good standing when the poor Monkey had to walk around with spread legs. It had been a few weeks since the last rearing… And even then.

They sent him his ways, gave him a map supposed to note all the dangers within the forest that could abuse and threaten Nimbus’ life… But so far, everything that had been noted could be simplified to Orc camps.

“GIMME SOMETHING ELSE THAN ORCS! BY THE GRACE OF GOD!” he shouted, that time towards the heaven beyond the canopy. A prayer that was met with a dull silence… As he remained with his arms up… Basking in the Sun’s glory… Surrounded by beasts of any means that could threaten him, and dare to take a bite out of his supple ass.

“Fuck this,” he groaned, rolling the map and slipping it beneath his belt.

In a way, he managed to avoid any of those camps and, therefore, escape Rangor and his kin’s presence; many would be happy and even celebrate each event.

But not Nimbus, for Nimbus was… A special case.

Whereas Adventurers collected riches and tales, whereas Mages collected spells and artifacts, and Rogues all of the above… Nimbus collected escapades, moments of pleasure. Many would qualify the scantily clad Monkey of a sweet-talker who sought nothing but a good dicking! A man who had started by sampling every brothel within the capital and beyond. When those were exhausted, he turned to more casual relationships… Then to more exotic ones.

When the countryside had been left bare and needing an icepack to cover their bits, Nimbus turned to adventures and exploring the unknown lands. Surely, they would be filled with many a monster! Centaurs! Minotaurs! Dragons! Demons! Beasts of unknown names!

But so far…

“Please. Not orcs,” mumbled Nimbus as he approached what was a cave by treading beneath the branches, not even trying to hide his disappointment or fatigue as he approached the place. Totems had been laid here and there in a typical greenskin fashion. However, what seemed to be a good point in the Monkey’s book was the smell of semen pervasive in the air. A perfume he had grown to yearn and love, to aspire and desire as he huffed it and… exhaled.

“Please… Not orcs,” he said, this time feeling a smile drawn onto his face as he descended the slope and… landed right by the entrance. As well as two tiny creatures holding pikes that dwarfed them in comparison.

Tiny, clad in the simplest of loincloths, they bore large noses and long ears, their little yellow eyes narrowed on Nimbus, who, in a typical fashion, wasn’t better off. They smiled, showing their sharp teeth and elongated tongues they used to lick their lips. In comparison, their bodies were awfully skittish and made their head look bigger in a dimorphism that could have repudiated many.

But not Nimbus as he approached, bringing his fist to his chest.

“Bring me to your chief!” he said, with a joyful tone and evident smile.

… Met with raised pikes towards him and shouting from the goblins' guards.

“Nugah! Ahusa! Ahusa!”

“… Of course,” said Nimbus with dropping brows as he raised both hands to show he wasn’t aggressive by any means. Thus, the creature lowered their weapons, exchanging glances between themselves. At least they weren’t aggressive or thinking about planting him with an unwanted spear.

“I!” he started, pointing at himself. “Speak with your chief about… uh. Breeding!”

With a pure display of his diplomatic skill, Nimbus pointed his throat, then the cave, then everyone… Until he turned and pointed his butt. For a moment, he looked at the guards who scratched their heads and exchanged in gibberish… They didn’t know the common, nor did they seem smart. If it would be too much, he-

“I’m surprised the famous Nimbus visits us so late.”

“Uh… But who are you? You know the common?” asked Nimbus, his eyes turning towards the voice from the cave, like the guards. Whoever spoke, he did with a seamless accent.

“I’m their shaman. Call me Ugurz. And I learned it while trading with other tribes,” said a Goblin clad in dark robes. He could have looked like any goblin with his bald head exposed, but he seemed taller. And wider. Yet, older with sunken eyes.

“How do you know me? … I’m that famous?” asked Nimbus, moving closer without fearing the spears.

“I came to Rangor’s village once or twice, and your public breedings were legendary. Plus, he told us he let you go with a map of all the places where you would be bred.”

“… He set me up!” groaned Nimbus, knowing why he had been meeting so many Orc tribes and why they were so eager to welcome him. And how they spiked his drinks with medicinal herbs.

“You are a boon for the lands. Fertile… And eager. You wanted to speak breeding with our chief?” asked the Shaman with a chuckle, turning and beckoning the Monkey to follow him inside the tunnels. With calm breathing, he continued while they advanced, the path lit with a few torches. “Are you looking for something to ease your heat?”

“I… uh. Yes,” explained Nimbus, surprised by the casual way the Shaman spoke of his situation. As well as his knowing tone. Sure, he was in heat. Constantly. Everlasting. Nimbus’s scent was honey to sensitive males, and the goblins they met nearly snapped their necks toward him while sniffing.

“What would you do? Just a quick spell to help with it… Or you’d rather ask our chief to fuck you. Likewise for all of our village?”

Nimbus bit his lips at the proposal. Even his loincloth started to bulge at the dirty thoughts while he glanced at the Shaman, who chuckled back, pulling a flap away.

“Go on. Show him the goods, he’ll understand. I’ll translate if needed,” confirmed the Shaman.

Nimbus gulped and entered and jumped when his ass got smacked. It was the first time he had found a group that was way hornier than him and excited by the prospect of fucking him. He was almost… Yet, stewing in his juice.

Without thinking twice, he undid the belt holding his loincloth on and looked up to the Goblin sitting on a makeshift throne, surrounded by many more holding their spears. That one was the biggest of all, and maybe the fattest. Yet, he looked at Nimbus with an eagerness completed by the shaft he stroked without shame. Long, ending with a bulbous tip, with a thick foreskin flooded with precum, Nimbus watched that monster cock and… His loincloth dropped.

Naked, without a wall, the Monkey exposed his erection. Precum even dripped from it as he turned away, and bent. He bent and grabbed his cheeks to spread them. He was a slut, a dick-addict, someone who wouldn’t refuse any offered sex. That situation was perfect for him.

Biting his lips, he sensed the cave’s cold air rush to his swollen and naturally gaping butthole, then down against his exposed and outstretched labias. Despite the heat they gave off, the cold air managed to touch the skin and steal him spikes of pleasure and frustration while he stood up before the Goblins.

“Si Kiyayu! Hus ani wuur, kelch.”

“A whore! Fertile and breedable, what a stroke of luck for me,” translated the Shaman by Nimbus’ side, eagerly licking his lips at the sight and smell emanating from the Monkey.

“Well… Tell him if his men are as hung as him, it’s a luck for me… But can he breed me, now?”

The Shaman smiled and translated, his gibberish echoing within the room. At first, the Goblins stood still, then a laugh erupted… Nimbus smiled back, nervous. But the chieftain standing up with his erect shaft was… A good thing.

And so was the firm shove that forced Nimbus on his ass and back. He watched the large male standing between his legs with that oversized cock slapping against his. Goblins were hung, absurdly so despite their tiny sizes.

And the chieftain, bigger and taller than most? Well, his cock completely hid Nimbus’s away while he rubbed his genitals against the Monkey’s groin. His testicles frotted against the labias, the hairy strands scratching and tingling the Hermaphrodite’s clitoris. It made the Monkey sway, hold his breath… And then sigh when that thick cockhead pushed through his cunt. He spread it forcefully, eliciting a sigh both in delight and relief as the warmth, the cock gave off, appeased the heat that had plagued his cunt for the last few days.

Ice on a burning stove, a soothing balm on an open wound, a lullaby for an exhausted mind. It brought a respite Nimbus had been searching and desiring without knowing. And he embraced it, throwing his head back while he sighed, his mouth muted compared to the gibbering Goblins.

“Tell him… He’s so fucking hung, I love it!” moaned Nimbus, his eyes rolling while the thick mushroom-shaped cockhead nudged his inner walls like a forceful caress that stroked his sensitive organs around… Even his prostate, so rigid and swollen, was getting a thorough inside massage by that fat bastard who laughed when the Shaman translated for Nimbus. Then, as the chieftain leaned to kiss Nimbus’, his hips picked up a pace. He lifted his waist with his legs, lifting along his heavy nutsack.

He nearly stood up, then bent over… Before he plunged within Nimbus’s cunt, plowing it with the frenzy of a barbarian or a beast. He hit the depths; he smacked the labias with that fat sack, he forced against the poor Monkey’s cervix. Again…. And again… And again.

“Oh….Fuuuck,” mumbled Nimbus with his eyes closed while his feet locked behind that chieftain bastard. They locked and kept that one close by while he plunged and kept fucking Nimbus in a mating press…

He didn’t pull out, not entirely. He didn’t stop. Nor did he care to hear the Monkey’s weak moans. Instead, his focus and gibberish were turned towards his guards as he called on to them. They approached one by one. They came and let go of their spears while they grabbed another type, bulging and growing needy beneath their loincloths. They stroked it while smiling at themselves and the others. They chuckled, taping against the poor Monkey’s head, even smacked it with their fat shafts. They slathered Nimbus’ brown fur with musky precum. They coated his face with their juices; they even forced him to swallow a few droplets of their salty and tasty precum…

Before, he was given one to suck, to worship, to please. The cocktip was thinner than the Chieftain’s. But its sheer size still forced Nimbus to open wide and gargle when the tip forced between his pursed lips and minded teeth. It pushed against his uvula and gave it a firm squeeze that would have made a weaker bitch throw up. But not Nimbus. Not as he closed his eyes shut and swallowed his pride, gag reflexes, and finally the Goblin’s shaft that was going inside his throat. The Guard’s green hands were over his head, keeping it firmly locked as he humped it.

But was he alone? Not… Not when Nimbus’ deft hands and feet, dexterous in their own rights, were proposed to handle the Goblins’ manhood. One… Two… Three…Four… Five… Six.

One cock for each limb, one for his mouth, one for his cunt. And yet, the Monkey knew he could maybe handle one more as he nearly came, overtaken by another push against his cervix.

“You’ll be a good addition to our tribe,” said the Shaman with that mocking voice on the right; maybe it was his cock Nimbus was currently stroking?

The left hand or the right one?

He couldn’t tell, not when those goblins swarmed him and went after hi-… Beneath his digits, he sensed the throb whenever they reached closer to their orgasms. In his mouth, he felt the salty taste overpowering the texture and the tangy aftertaste. In his cunt… His cunt was getting warmer yet less ablaze as that chieftain pumped more precum within him. A devious sensation that spread across his guts and marred them with unfeigned satisfaction.

And then… Came the first shot.

Not from the Chieftain. That one kept plowing his cunt and hammering his cervix, leaving the hole branded by the cock’s shape. It brutalized and bulged from within, breaking the relative lean abs Nimbus had recovered from his last breeding with the Orcs. Only to lose it again under the hammering hips. And he cried, moaned, with his mouth muffled by the enormous cock pushing within his mouth while feeding him with cum.

So much… Cum. Such an amount he even started to wonder if that guy was a mere goblin or a fountain. His belly bulged so much that the Goblin’s weight on him turned painful. But… it stopped.

The Goblin above sighed and groaned, his gibberish vocalizing ringing by Nimbus’ exposed ears before he pulled away and left the Monkey gargling.

“G-Gah… Ho-W… Long since he came?” he asked, his tone and voice husky from the abuse. A part of him wanted to massage his sore vocal cords, but instead, he remained on the cocks, stroking them.

“Only a few hours. We are a needy kind,” chuckled the Shaman, indeed in Nimbus’ right hand.

His cock was just as thick as the others… It had a long and thick foreskin that, once peeled, revealed a mushroom-tipped cock whose perfume and aroma made the Monkey salivate. No… All those males’ aromas made him drool and yearn for it… For those green cocks like the one that approached his mouth, produced by another guard replacing the lucky first.

“I hope you’re tough,” added the Shaman with a chuckle, cut by a moan when Nimbus’ hand gave a firm squeeze to his dick. But soon, everyone around was left panting, moaning… Writhing messes, unable to even lift a finger as the Monkey displayed his talents with his limbs. Dicks were squeezed, balls tickled, organs massaged… And without a shadow of a doubt, they started to cum. Cum… And hump his body like their chieftain did.

But once they were done? Someone took their spots.

Someone always took the lucky one’s spot on Nimbus’ belly, eager to taste the Monkey’s lustful and hungry lips, to try out that flexible throat, and to feel the soft clenching from the esophagus as they pushed within.

Throat slime always followed, leaving an aftertaste in Nimbus’ mouth, solely to be washed away when another ejaculation came and another round was added. Again… And again.

Whenever the Guards pulled back from his hands and feet, it was for another and so throbbing shaft to take their spot and require his attention. Even tired, even sore, even burning… His limbs answered the call as the seconds, minutes, and hours passed without giving him a rest.

And without the Chieftain stopping either, his precum pouring and pouring without a stop.

When was he stopping?

It didn’t seem ever to end when the battered cervix started to hurt and… Heat up inside. He… … Was it only precum?

As Nimbus’ eyes widened and the last one in his mouth pulled away, so did the Chieftain. With a grin… A devious grin as the Shaman remained by and patted Nimbus’ swollen guts, patting what looked to be a ninth-month pregnancy and… Without a thought, Nimbus felt the semen drip and drop from his outstretched vulva as much as he saw the Chieftain’s cum-coated dick.

“Uh… H-How… Many times did he cum?” asked Nimbus, slurring. He was hot, bothered… Excited despite the sweat pouring over his face and caking his hair. He trembled, too, as if sickened by the constant breeding.

Yet, he continued despite his fingers clenching and losing their grips… he tried to. But even his arms were starting to fail him as cum poured over his limbs, over his belly, over all his face. He trembled… And yet watched the Shaman approach with that small, holding out a vial he uncorked.

“He made sure you’ll bear his spawn for the next few months,” assured the Shaman, his voice still low and subtle as he grabbed Nimbus’ mouth to open it wide.

He didn’t resist, instead letting the sweet liquid drip into his mouth. Lovely, soothing, appeasing, and revigorating. A potion?

“The Guards are satisfied, and the whole tribe wants their turn, too,” said the Goblin, patting Nimbus’ head. And… The Monkey groaned.

He groaned out of fear, out of frustration, out of p-… No more pain. He gargled, gulped what remained of the potion mixed with cum and saliva, and looked at the Shaman in awe.

He was about to open his mouth to ask a question… Solely exited a weak and long moan as his cunt clenched. Cum spurted from his orifice that suddenly moved on its volitions. His groin... His groin acted on its own, and Nimbus came, feeling the tingling at its cocktip while he humped the air, uncontrolled.

“Wh- What?” he managed to ask, his slurring voice barely able to align one word after another.

“We need you in heat, Nimbus. We need your children to recover our losses and expand our territory. Thank you for being such a good broodwhore,” added the Shaman as he patted Nimbus’ sweat-caked forehead. He patted it as Nimbus was lifted off the ground by Goblins. Despite their reductive size, they were strong… They were hung. And more than that, they needed an army of children to expand.

And as Nimbus felt a Goblin plunging within his ass and another in his cunt, he smiled.

Maybe it was the heat speaking, or more likely his own perverse thoughts that managed to reach up. But he smiled and felt in bliss.

If every day would be like that one, fucked and stuffed while fed with potions to handle the pain… He would gladly be their Broodwhore. He welcomed them.