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Luke, like many other adventurers, had an insatiable thirst for danger. This relatively short and plump young man hailed from the far-off oriental lands of Khitai, now walked the territory of Brythunia, seeking new and exciting battles.

Some took pity on the youngster, seeing as he was blind, but, trained in the secretive Zatoichi style of combat, his senses had been sharpened to a state where his blindness was merely a slight, barely noticeable inconvenience in the field of battle.

Thanking Luke, who had managed to retrieve a tome of black majizk for him, the sorcerer Louhi sent him off south on his next adventure - retrieving the wand of Panacea from the dungeon of Acererak the necromancer. An artifact said to be able to cure all ailments. Louhi had his doubts if the wand was able to do that, but never the less, he claimed that at the very least Luke would gather a fair bit of glory from conquering the dungeon.

It took many days of travel before Luke reached the region where the supposed dungeon lay. The problem arose when, after consulting the priests in a local village, he learnt that there was more than one dungeon belonging to Acererak here. As well as countless more, belonging to all manner of lords, wizards, demons and other such nasty buggers. There wasn't even real surefire way to tell which dungeons belonged to the necromancer, since, apparently, dungeoneers weren't all that interested in the region.

But no to be deterred, Luke grabbed his trusty cane-sword and headed where his heart would guide him, stumbling upon a seemingly normal cave. Uttering a silent prayer to Cheng Wu, the warrior stepped forward, hoping his prayer would be answered accordingly.

He passed through the main gates of the dungeon, killing all manner of wicked beings - from dire rats to stone gargoyles. He overcame treacherous obstacles, solved diabolical riddles and puzzles and finally challenging a devilish rakshasa for the prize of the dungeon.

After slaying the fearsome demon-tiger, Luke stepped forth, his legs barely holding him, climbing up the obsidian stairs and reaching out towards the pedestal.

What surprised him the most is that he grabbed what felt like an oil lamp. Could he have conquered the wrong dungeon? That sure was a waste of time.

Now crestfallen, he sat on the stairs, holding the lamp by the handle. With a heavy sigh, he ran his fingers over the object, noticing some strange markings. Something resembling two interlocking triangles, with one point at the top and another at the bottom.

As he rubbed the lamp, trying to figure out the other strange shapes, he felt himself growing weaker. No, not weaker. Loser. His muscles all of a sudden became more relaxed and heavier. This odd sensation was accompanied by the scent of roses and poppies. The air around him became heavier, denser and a purplish-pink mist surrounded him.

"Well, well. Isn't this a treat?" a voice spoke.

"It's been so long since I've tasted oriental" another said.

"There's an odd scent about him. Alluring" a third voice spoke up.

"He's a looker, isn't he? Such a cute beard he has on his chin. And the plumpness on his bones just makes me drool" a fourth voice chimed in.

"Shall take him now, brothers?" a final voice spoke up with authority.

The chamber echoed with cackling. Luke's numbness had prevented him from reacting and even now as he reached towards his cane-sword it felt like he was trying to lift a tree.

Something pulled his sword away. Something else grabbed him by the leg and pulled him to the ground.

The voices started revealing themselves - imps. Winged, muscular and slightly shorter than the adventurer, their skin a crimson red, their eyes a glowing yellow, their smiles filled with sharp teeth, saliva dripping down their chins. Visions of a primordial, demonic lust.

Luke struggled to get up, kicking the imp who had grabbed his foot, but the others threw themselves on him, pinning him down to the ground.

"Trust me, little morsel. You will enjoy this" one of the imps said.

As the others pinned him tightly to the ground, the one who spoke didn't waste any time and pulled out his member, slapping Luke in the face with it. The imp grabbed him by the throat until he opened his mouth wide and shoved it in his mouth.

The imp's cock was about half his height and thicker than his arm, veins bulging. It barely managed to fit in Luke's mouth and yet the imp continued forcing it down his throat.

"That's it. You're a good boy, aren't you? You can take it."

The imp thrust his cock in and out of the adventurer's mouth, groaning in delight as he slid on his tongue. Luke struggled to no avail. He tried biting the imp, but he could barely move his jaw. And even though he gagged and felt like he would suffocate on the massive member, the experience felt incredibly surreal. A penis of that size shouldn't be able to fit in his mouth at all, let alone slide so freely in and out.

The imp's thrust became harder and faster, more vicious, until finally he started smacking the adventurer's chin with his balls. It felt like the cock was going down Luke's throat and into his esophagus.

With every slide, the imp's grunt became louder and rougher.

"I hope you are ready, fleshling."

Barely saying those words, the imp came in Luke's mouth. He came in torrent, semen shooting straight into Luke's stomach, bulging it. The adventure was sure he was going to drown. But he didn't. The imp pulled out his member from the mouth and he continued cumming all over Luke's face, while Luke coughed and spewed out more and more cum.

"That was a pleasant" he said, giving Luke a gentle slap on the cheek. "Any other takers?"

The imp got up and another took his place.

Luke had barely managed to catch his breath before another cock got jabbed into his still full mouth. This one, although not a big, was still as brutal as the first. The ring, which pierced the tip of it's head made it an even more arduous task.

"You've loosened him up quite a bit brother. I can barely feel him."

"I've lubed him up good for you. You'll enjoy him better this way."

The second imp preferred a much faster motion to the first's aggressive style. And surely enough, after a few more thrust, he came as well. And just like his brother, he made sure to cum on Luke's face too.

"Don't look so down trodden. I'm sure you're having the time of your life" the imp said, gently sliding his hand across Luke's cheek. With a coy smile, the imp opened his arm, revealing a long, forked tongue, which licked the cum off of the adventurer's face, after which it slithered into his mouth with tremendous force, curling around his own town after which it slid down his throat.

The imp pulled away, leaving Luke once more coughing.

"Anyone up next?"

"I think we should get to the main course."

There was no response to that. One of the imps grabbed Luke's shirt and ripped it clean off. The other tore of his boots. And a third one his pants.

"Well, well, well...what do you we have here?" an imp said as he held the adventurer's undergarments. "Seems like the little hero is more of a heroine, isn't he?"

Luke tried to cross his legs, but the strength of the imps was too much.

"Shame." one said. "I was hoping to ride him".

"So was I, brother, but I guess we should work with what we are given."

An imp leaned between Luke's legs, sniffing deeply the scent of his pussy.

"You smell, sublime, precious child."

A fork tongue extended from his mouth and licked the adventurer's cunt, sending shivers up his spine, making him violently shake back and forth.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

He gave Luke another lick, resulting in the same effect. The imp began eating Luke out. He screamed and cried, demanding that the imp stopped, but the little devil continued. Luke bit his lip as he couldn't stop himself from squirming and letting out unwanted moans.

The other demons started jerking off over Luke's body as he struggled and struggled without any progress. And then the imp inserted his tongue into his pussy, wiggling inside him, caressing his inner walls. Luke screamed, tears rolling down his face. He was close. He was going to cum while a demon tongue-fucked him and humiliated him. He wanted to get out of here. Out of this cave. Out of this country. But he couldn't.

One of the imps leaned forward and licked his nipple, which made Luke's body flinch even more. The other beast, on the other hand, started licking his armpit, running his tongue up and down, sliding it up to his strong bicep and returning to lick up any sweat that was left.

Finally, Luke couldn't take any more of it. With a yell, he climaxed into the imp's mouth, splattering him with his pussy juices. And just as he orgasmed, all the imps came simulations all over Luke's pale body, covering him in hot cum.

The imp rose from between the adventurer's legs, wiping his mouth.

"You really are a naughty one." He licked his mouth and swallowed heavily. "Shall we start the festivities proper?"

The imp climbed on top of Luke, his cock grazing the warrior's cunt. Luke shivered. He knew what was coming. He couldn't stop it. But he was not prepared for it, as the imp's massive cock entered him, filling him up completely. Luke screamed in pain, but he was quickly shut with another cock in his mouth. A third imp grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his dick, using it to jerk himself off. The fourth one followed suite. But the fifth one had another plan. The fifth imp, who had managed to drive Luke to climax, kneeled down once more and extended his tongue forward.

The pain from being fucked was from both sides was barely manageable. But the moment the tongue entered his ass, Luke was ready to die. He wanted to die. He wanted to make this stop any way he could. The pain. The humiliation. The feeling of a tongue slithering up his ass, going further and deeper than should be possible. And yet, he could not stop himself from climaxing again. And again, just as he orgasmed, his mouth and cunt were filled. The other demons came all over his arms.

He felt the imps leave his body. Finally. It was over. Until he heard those dreaded words.

"Turn him over."

The onslaught continued on for what seemed like days. On all fours, the imps took every piece of him by force. He was fucked in the mouth, while simultaneously fucked in the cunt and the ass. One imp even fucked his feet while the last fucked his armpit. He could swear that the cocks inside of him converged in his abdomen with each push. It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible for him to stretch and bend like this. He should have been torn apart.

The imps became rougher and rougher, faster until finally they all climaxed, filling up his insides and covering the entirety of his body with another layer of cum. They all pulled out, leaving him a complete and utter mess, dripping with semen from every orifice, panting, trying so desperately to catch his breath.

"I hope we'll see each other soon."

With those words the imps disappeared and the fog cleared, leaving our hero alone and on the verge of complete exhaustion.

A few days later, he found the wand he had been looking for and Louhi had been right - its' abilities were extremely exaggerated.

He did keep the land to himself. With some help, the markings had been made clear. It fulfilled the user's deepest and darkest desires. Those of which he himself would not be aware of.

One night, while camping in the abandoned ruins of a once great fort, near a dying fire, he rubbed the lamp once more.

"You took your sweet time."