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The ambiance in the encampment has turned sour, and you can easily pinpoint the difference. Around you, there is a company of fierce fighters and adventurers who fought beside you. With them, you killed the red Dragon terrorizing the Sunmarches and eradicated the Lost Hand goons living in the underbelly of the capital, Goldmouth.

But even then, after those years living together, sometimes drifting away from a personal adventure or two… Nothing has been as sour as now.

As your eyes observe your team sitting by the campfire in a silent fashion, contrary to the bawdy jokes you share, you note the frustrated expressions turned at you. Helana, the fair human cleric holding to her amulet of Tyr, offers you with a pitiful gaze. Dranra, your taciturn elf ranger in a tight leathery attire, replies with a slight smirk. As for Brunkor, your greenskin half-orc barbarian and faithful shield, who doesn’t know when not to scratch his nuts; he sniffs the air while barely considering the tension. He wasn’t much a part of it, either.

“I can smell them,” says Brunkor, as tactful as ever.

“Of course, they can’t even get away from each other. It’s not like they’re not made from one anoth- sorry Captain”, started Dranra, though the excuse came off as… A poke or a jab directed at you. Especially considering the two missing members of the squad.

“You can’t stop yourself from rubbing salt in the wound, can’t you?”

There is no answer from Dranra but a sneer and a smirk. Yup, as if the situation is not hard enough. The group is about to split because a Bard couldn’t stay with you and due to a beast; all the while, conflicts keep rising.

“We should do something. I was okay with having a beast help us, nothing more. But… This is bestiality. This is not only illegal, this is a perversion!” spits Helana, her zealous attitude getting worse and worse as the situation comes out. “He is unfaithful to you, too!”

“Calm down.” You try to soothe her, raising your arms and lowering them to avoid another fit. Her cheeks are already red, but it is you who should be red-faced. You who have been wronged.

When you started the group, there was only Helana, Brunkor, you… And your Bard, Dayn. While the first two were a package deal, with Helana acting as Brunkor’s guide and guardian, Dayn was more of a wildcard. Tiefling, tufty brown but graying hair, gray skin, blue eyes, he showed a talent in singing and attracting the attention during conflict. Which is quite helpful when Brunkor or you have to cut through someone’s gut.

Dranra came later and was recommended to you, as your group lacked some ranged fighters.

With that group of five, you thought it had been enough. Moreover, you thought you had found love with the Bard. Charming, mocking, always a bawdy remark at his lips, even in bed, he knew how to make you laugh and get your attention even in the harshest moments. Those five, they picked you up when you nearly died; you were there when Helana’s father died; when Brunkor had to fight against his clan on your behalf. Everything was good, as honey on your lips as every night was to be surrounded by them.

And then… There was the brute, the Beast. You don’t know its name, only that it was a Minotaur slave who had been thriving in Goldmouth fighting pits. You brought his freedom for a few coins and have used him as a meat shield since.

Helana was, as expected of a cleric of Tyr, against it. She swore slavery was against her principles, and many times had you seen her green eyes narrowing on you when you ordered the Beast in position so you could flank the enemy.

Technically, he was free, but the conflict was more of a moral nature. But as the days continued and the tension grew, you could not find any comfort with Dayn. The Bard became distant, abandoning your bedroll so he could stroll around. And it did not take much time to understand there was something between him and the Minotaur.

Which led to this situation. It has been a few weeks since you have had a moment with Dayn while he keeps that plastered grin, even if he reeks like the Beast. Dranra keeps poking at you, mocking you, and sometimes even mumbling a “Cuck”. Helana looks at the three of you with disgust as if you are also one to sow discord. And Bruskor? Well, he doesn’t care.

“I… Will talk to them, okay? Get it out of them, so we can discuss it, Helana.”

“You better be,” she starts by glaring at Dranra. “You should not let Dayn step on you. You were nice to him, but he betrayed you. It’s time you kick some common sense into him. He is abusing your goodwill.”

“I… Will,” you continue, sighing.

There’s no point fighting back or pushing against the motion. Only you, out of the four, can make peace in the situation. Even if the culprit is… Or was your lover.

For hours, you explored each others’ curves, played with his body while he played with yours. His soft hands went over your pectorals, your belly, your groin… And when he stroked you, he was not one to mock or jeer at your cock. You are average for your family, right?

You growl but follow your words as you leave the comfy log you’ve been sitting on and delve further into the underbrush. The air is not so chilly; it is warm enough, and it would not be surprising if you could frolic around naked. Something you clearly see as, after following the direction Bruskor pointed, you find the first trace of Dayn’s presence: his shoes. Then, his purple coat, his jabot, his white shirt, his shoes, his belt, and his pants. Like a trail, you follow the path the Bard has taken. The hooves have left distinct traces, and the Beast’s smell is potent enough to cling around as you continue to trek… Further ahead, there was an old cottage everyone abandoned because it would be too small for the entire team.

However, it is with a few steps closer you start to hear the giggles and the moans. Only from the Bard since the Beast remains silent on every occasion. You approach, trying not to step on a branch or trample on something that could get their attention.

You want them out; you must catch them in the open so Dayn cannot deny any involvement. Even if you love him, you know he’s a slippery bastard with words, and it is difficult to pick at his arguments whenever he’s riled up.

So… You approach. Slowly, meticulously, as you are behind the cottage. Bushes are luckily on your way, allowing you to progress around the tiny wooden house. The windows are broken, the lock fractured, and against a group of bandits, this place would offer a flimsy protection.

But as you slowly circumvent the house, you see them. Naked. Together.

Despite all your efforts in the days after liberating the Minotaur, the Beast always refused to wear any armor or protection. With only a bare loincloth to cover that body, you already saw what was hiding behind the dirty and barely kept leather.

The ragged fabric could not hide those low-hanging furry nuts covered with the same black fur as the rest of the Minotaur’s body. And sometimes, you even caught the Beast taking a leak, saw that massive sheath from which sprouted his organ. One that evidently dwarfed yours, since you are… You. But even mute, you heard the laugh in his breath as his flared tip pushed through the sheath and expanded until you saw the yellow flow from his dick.

Why do you remember this? Well, as you see those fat balls smack and hit the Tiefling’s plump ass, you can only remember the stench, the powerful heat emanating from the Bull, from… His body. And somehow, you feel a tent in your pants.

You watch with amazement who you have called your Heart for the last year, and instead of feeling your heart sink, you feel… lust.

Lust as you see Dayn smiling entirely.

The same clean-white smile he offered before. The one he showed to you before you kissed on the bed and had your hands all over his soft pectorals, his slightly pudgy belly, and his thighs. Generous thighs he spread only for you, he said, while you passed a hand over the slightly brown hair, mixed salt-and-pepper tones, on his cheeks to spread them. Even before, he had been quite an easy lover to penetrate. His hole was tense, tactile, even capable of closing on you. But it was self-lubricated, moist, easy to penetrate, with a velvety inside.

One hole you see gaped to the limit as that black rod pressed within. Before your eyes, you observe that rim, so swollen it should look like a Donut, be stretched thin to the point of being a rosy note amidst the chaos of hair and fluids pouring from that fucked hole.

With each thrust, you see your lover’s belly bulge and stretch, imprinting the shape of that enormous flared cock. So much so you could even count the veins from below.

“Hrmphhh! Yes! Stretch me! Fuck me up, honey!” cries the Tiefling out-loud, his voice high while his legs are kept up and lifted by the Minotaur going at it inside him.

In and out goes that cock, pushing inside the Tiefling’s depths while his ass releases a suction noise whenever the Beast pulls out.

That hole… That hole is so abused, it would be impossible for him to feel you again. You’re even sure your entire fist could go inside without difficulties. You cannot compare, you could not compare to that Bull whose huffs loudly complete Dayn’s moans.

The Tiefling is nothing but a fuckhole, a toy the Beast is using and abusing while you can only watch and feel something damp in your pants.

“Yes! You’re so big! So… Manly! It’s the best dick I’ve had!” continues Dayn, his beard covered with spit as the Beast keeps licking his face. More huffs from the beast come, but again, no words. Nothing is said by that dumb Minotaur as he fucking your lover so thoroughly. And you…

You? Your hands go on your trousers, finding the tent there.

The fabric is damp under your touch, and taut, too. You cannot even peel your hand from it as you feel the sensation of your cocktip rubbing against the pants. It is impossible for you to peel your hands off as much as your eyes from the sight of that belly being hammered from inside… Or your ears from Dayn’s cries as his voice shrills and rises, going in notes he rarely uses. And mocks you.

“Yes! You are so much bigger than him! Fuck me! Claim me! You big Bull!”

It hurts.

But it is also perverse, and tempting. Behind your bush, you slowly undo your belt. For a second, you force your eyes away so you can check your belt and not make the buckle click. But even then, you can smell the powerful musk tickling your nose. Worse, the voice keeps coming with more jabs at you as you pull your pants off. It… It hurts so much, your breath is ragged. You feel the weight in your stomach and the heartbeat breaking your chest.

But you cannot stop as your hand slips inside your pants. You push inside your underwear, fishing out your hard cock, and pull it out, without thinking of your balls inside. The fabric slightly bites the underside of your cock, pulls and squeezes your nuts. But you ignore it as you reach your dick with your fingers. You grip it, feel the warmth tickling against your fresh skin. It is strange, exciting even. But as you exhale, you feel the need to… Pump it.

Up. And down.

At that moment, your hand feels as sweet as Dayn’s mouth over it and yet dissatisfying as your gaze goes up to the couple. You huff, trying to reach for that spot you’ve always touched whenever you were alone. That little spot you only knew how to rub it properly, the little area you ceaselessly squeeze and play with while your lover is getting railed.

“YES, YOU BIG BRUTE! STRETCH MY CUNT! I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR BIG BULL COCK!”

His voice is going higher and louder, though the fear plagues you. They might be caught, you might be caught, your group might come to see what’s the commotion. But it’s exciting. You’re a moment away from being exposed, and yet, still crouched behind a bush, you peer at the couple.

You watch that ashen skin stretch from that enormous cock pushing in and out. You watch the slight stretch mark or how the flesh seems a bit rounder even with the organ out, as if Dayn is stuffed.

Stuffed like a turkey, stuffed like nothing you could have done before.

You bite your lips and exhale through your nose, almost coughing, though low, so you can’t get caught. You hold onto the lips, biting them at the limit of hurting.

But it feels good; it does. Your cock is so hard, your balls are so heavy and needy. You feel that slight tug and pain in the back of them as you remember the last nights spent without release. Or with what few pleasures Dayn offered you… A quickie, maybe an easy blowjob. But nothing more like the rides he’d given you.

That ass. So round, firm, and delicious. You try to imagine it close on your needy dick, to have that rim press on the head to give it that sensual grip it always did. You attempt to picture the moment you push inside, hitting the Tiefling’s lovespot, where he would cry and beg for more.

But then…

“Yes! THAT’S IT! CRUSH MY LOVESPOT! CRUSH IT! YOU’RE SO GOOD!”

Your line of thought is cut. No way has Dayn shouted as much for you. Neither has he given his everything for it. His voice is so rough, it must hurt him. But it is clear, he loves every second of this while you… You cannot compare.

Again, it stings in your chest.

But is this true? How could you compare to such a fuckpole? One that’s literally sucked on by that fat rim? Compare to the Beast as the scent of a true stud hits your nose?

The aroma of sex permeates the surroundings, driving you crazy as you take another whiff, more loud this time. They probably can’t hear you, it doesn’t hurt to take a whiff… To exhale and slip another hand between your legs. Your balance is precarious, but you don’t care as you fish your balls out of your underwear. They’re swollen, and they hurt… But within your palm, you squeeze them while your other hand goes up and down.

The foreskin is peeled, the length covered with precum, you try your best to keep at it… To keep that pleasure. Why for? It would be better to just shoot your load and get done with it. But you want to see this through… You are too excited, too taken by the situation to give it a break. You exhale, your breath ragged as you see the Bull suddenly lean forward as Dayn is taking his breath to shout something.

Before your eyes, you see the Beast’s tongue slip out of that mouth and inside Dayn’s. You see the purple appendage, so large, slip within those sucking lips… And yes, being sucked by the Tiefling.

Mesmerized, what can be seen but that fat tongue pushing in and out? With it, the poor Dayn is left to gag and gargle while his throat bulges from the ungodly penetration. Yet, far from hating it, the Tiefling reaches for the Bull’s jaw. He strokes and rubs it while his face seems partially split with a grin from your position. But more than that, you see his cock shoot.

Before, it hardly went hard unless you pounded that lovespot for what felt like hours, with some foreplay and afterplay… Stamina is a bitch, isn’t it?

But here? His cock is hard as stone. Just like the Bull’s. Just like yours. Yours you keep stroking, feeling the precum drip all over your fingers until they’re a mess. Precum that slips from Dayn’s hole, from Dayn’s cock. It is a mess, a sticky mess you see with enough distance not to get caught by the splashing droplets. But even then, you can see the moonlight hitting the drops and the puddle at their feet.

Something that makes you thirsty, a bit. How long have you been biting your lips? How long have you been stroking?

Somehow, as you wonder, you feel your concentration slip. Oh, you were so focused on them and on keeping your orgasm at bay you forgot about… Yourself. And your eyes… Your eyes were so transfixed on the sight you only let your grasp slip out of your orgasm.

In an instant, you feel the burning point at your cocktip. You bite harder, desperately trying to coax some control from the pain you inflict.

But not.

Your hands keep moving on their own, despite you wanting not to. But you’re too far in, too far into this situation. The pressure is too high, the pain in your balls too deep. You have to cum, to let it out… To have that moment for you. Even if it’s disgusting, you feel… You shoot… You sigh.

You shoot as lines of cum hit the branches and leaves, your mind almost relieved of the pressure as you huff, slowly.

Your hand is still coated with cum but there’s no point in thinking about it as you watch your cock still bounce, a trail of cum joining the cocktip with the bush before you whip it out. You wipe your cock, trying to get all that cum out and away, shaking it like your life depends on it.

You don’t want to be caught, especially as the moans and groans continue, and… You freeze.

“YEEES!”

The cry must have resounded deep into the underbrush. You freeze as you’re about to slip everything back into your underwear. For a moment, you’re too ashamed to look up. But finally, you’re doing it.

You raise your eyes to see Dayn cumming, his cock spraying in front of him, you. The bulbous end is almost red, but from it? There are the shoots, one after another. You watch it, surprised, caught… And you watch it land onto the puddle.

But even then, as his cock points lower, more comes as the immense Bull cock slips in and out, the Minotaur is not done. Not yet.

With Dayn’s heaving breath going down, there come the groans and grunts from the beast as he’s thoroughly breeding the Tiefling’s hole. A hole that would be gaping so much stretched nothing could be felt once inside. Precum drips from it, from the tense and gripping hole. But then, that precum starts to thicken, to go white, to be more and more… Pungent. It drips, though.

And yet, as you look up, you see the Bull cock’s imprint is about to disappear. Dayn’s belly stretches and swells. You watch the skin stretch, the rounder shape it takes as that Bull’s cock disappears underneath that cum surely filling the Bard. You know, without even being Dayn or that Bull. You see it as you see the cum trying to ooze out of that hole and how that hole is desperately clinging to the shaft.

It should be your moment to leave, to turn tail and give up. As you push your genitals inside, you feel them oozing inside your underwear. The walk home will be tedious, and difficult, and shameful. One step and you can already feel the semen sticking to your soft cock and your balls. Maybe you could take a di-

“Chief? Come out! I know… You’re here!” shouts Dayn, suddenly breaking your line of thought, once more. You quiver for a moment… When were you caught? You thought yourself discreet.

But then, Dayn whistles, calling you again. Maybe you could run, take a stride, chat with the three others. Maybe nobody has to know? Or if they try, it’s your word against Day-

“I’m not angry! Co-Come closer!”

Through pained huffs, Dayn still manages to talk and call you. And truthfully, there’s no anger in his voice. Rather, it seems he’s satisfied as he beckons you. You see it in the corner of your eyes. No… it’s better to face it. You were there to confront them, right?

You take a deep breath, fighting the knot forming in your gut. It’s too late now, if something was to happen, you are ready… As much as you can while you walk around the bushes, holding onto your pants as you did not have the time to put your belt back.

You approach, looking down not to step into the puddle as you approach the couple. Still straddled on the Bull’s lap, the legs spread, you watch your lover’s swollen belly outstretch and even take a slightly clearer shade around that popped-out belly button. His face is contorted with a grin as saliva is plastered all over his face, even his brows. Your Bard is a mess, his eyelids half-closed, but he still flashes you his clean teeth while cum drips from his hole and cock… Unashamed.

“You blew your load good, Cuck?” he asks suddenly, his blue eyes drifting down to your pants and underwear.

You try to pull your pants up again, but it feels useless as he sees through you.

As for the Bull, he looks at you, but those black eyes seem not to care. It feels like being observed by an animal while you are under your lover’s scrutiny.

“I-”

“Shhhh!” suddenly cuts Dayn, raising an index and pointing it towards you before he shakes his hand in a movement, one you remember having seen. “It’s fine. I am not angry… And you deserve your little reward, too. Am I right, Honey?”

The Tiefling looks at the Bull, who huffs but nods. Somehow, the Minotaur is smarter than it seems and his ears flick the air when Dayn scratches his chin.

“It felt good to watch? Blowing your load watching me get fucked by a Beast? You liked it, hmm?”

His grin is mocking, his suave voice suppurates with disdain. And as you’re about to pull your slipping pants back up, you feel something. A hand is stroking your groin, stroking your damp underwear from below.

“Hmm… Yes. It was such a big load for a tiny cuck like you,” chuckles Dayn.

You’re red-faced, feeling the shame go up your throat and your heart. He never called your cock tiny. He said it was big enough, it was large enough for him. But it is definitely not as you watch that fat black cock still planted in his ass. You cannot even stop yourself from looking at those buns you spread yourself… And are now spread so much it seems impossible he could walk again.

“I… You… Lied to me. About my cocksize. Us.”

“No. You are big for a human… I think? But I found better,” laughs Dayn as he leans to scratch the Bull’s chin, the Beast nodding in return. “So much better. Sorry, Chief. You cannot compare. You can’t fight it.”

“So… It’s over between us? You’re ditching me for… For a beast?” you spit, angry at that Beast. If you hadn’t bought its freedom, everything would have been better, would have remained the same. But then, the hand on your groin shifts, pressing on your cock until you feel a tingle down there.

“I am not ditching you,” says Dayn.

His remark… is this true? But what he says? Your jaw drops from the words as the phantom hand, the mage hand he summoned, is wiggling its way inside your underwear to grip it.

“I love you, too. But it’s different. So much different. But we can still be something, if you want.”

“Something?”

You say the word with more emphasis and desire than you’d like. But that man, you loved him for so long. Letting him go is nigh impossible. If you were to break up, too, the group would be over. All you have done, everything, would be for nothing.

But as you think, the hand grips your cock from beneath the underwear and caresses it.

“Yes. Us… Together. You still love me? Do you?”

You bite your lips but feel that hand stroke you the way Dayn always did… A bit wrong about your spot, a bit too down. But, at the same time, the way he uses his little finger to scratch your nuts is divine. Even when you blew your load.

“I… Do.”

Yes, you love him. And you don’t want to lose everything. You do not hate him, and even now, as you watch him impaled on a Minotaur’s cock, the belly swollen, you cannot even imagine him away. So… You nod, too.

You nod and then gasp as you watch the Minotaur slowly lift Dayn. Slowly, that cock slips out of that hole, and cum follows. A cascade of cum pours out of Dayn’s hole as he strokes his belly with one hand. Before you two, his guts seem to shrink down, and for a moment, the Bull’s flared end seems to reappear before the Beast pulls out… Entirely.

In one instant, the monstrous beastly cock flops free, releasing that flood of cum that hits you on the chest and legs. You feel your clothes covered with that pungent cum. Even your boots and the socks inside are covered while you know you’re about to reek like Dayn.

You should have recoiled, of course. But that mage hand, that tender grip on your groin, is enough to soften your instincts and dull your reflexes. Still, you blink as Dayn grips your cock harder, even forcing you to step closer, into that steamy puddle… Closer to their hot and reeking bodies.

That Bull cock is already receding, disappearing back into its sheath with all that cum clinging to its veiny skin.

But that hole… Dayn’s hole, it’s not about to return to what it was. You see it, watch the rim that has thinned from the abuse, the bright-red flesh inside, the cum sticking to every nook. You… With a glance on your hand, you confirm you could fist him, and it would be no issue.

“It’s fine, Chief. Only that Bull cock can satisfy me, now. But you can see it closer,” says Dayn, his grip pulling down. Without even thinking, you, too, go down and on your knees. At this point, you’re too far gone not to be standing on that cum puddle. You’ll have to clean your clothes later, hence more cum would be nothing.

The air is heavy with the Bull’s musk, the odor of cum, even of Dayn’s ass. But at that point, you are pushing yourself closer to watch Dayn’s asshole attempting to close and yet, failing. With each contraction, more cum spews out, hitting you across the face… And as you lick your lips, you taste it. An aroma that is nothing like you have tasted. Even when you masturbated and “tried” it out, it did have such a luscious taste. It is creamy and thick, a sweetness mixing perfectly with the salty liquid. It is enthralling, tempting. And you cannot stop yourself from licking it despite the Bull scent clinging to everything and burning your nose.

“Clean me up before we get back. You want it,” mocks Dayn, before the gargling sounds tell you they are back making out.

But does it matter?

Not at all as you lick and clean, licking that rim like you did before. But this time, instead of being aroused at the idea of fucking Dayn… You are by his hand rubbing your half-hard cock inside your underwear and tasting that Beast’s semen. You lick it, slurping it down like an unashamed whore, and it is… Good.

Different than fucking, but also more pleasant. It is something raw and intense, something you cannot share with someone else as you swallow gulp after gulp. There, it is the shame of being caught, the fear of being called out, and the… Intimacy that tempts you. You are not the Bull in charge, not at this moment. And instead of calling the shot like you did for the last few years in a party, you’re following. Pathetically following as your Lover goes on and on: “Lick it there. A little further, yes. There… Keep going, Chief. You’re doing great!”

Dayn keeps pushing you, and that mage hand is fully stroking you, the ghost hand scratching your scrotum and drawing circles on it. The index digs into your cockhead just enough to pull on the foreskin when it goes down. Even if the Tiefling doesn’t know the spot on your cock, he knows how to handle it.

“Good boy. Keep sucking it. I am so full, I could be pregnant with calves!” laughs the Tiefling, his mouth soon muted by that massive tongue that is surely delving into his throat. When you were together, he often complained about your habit of “Forcing everything inside”, but at this moment, he doesn’t complain.

No, you even catch glimpses of his hand going to his cock he’s stroking again as he’s at half-mast.

He doesn’t even look at you anymore as you plunge your head closer to that ass, below that swollen belly. Your forehead squeezes on the hairy skin and… More cum pours. More cum that hits your face, your nose, even your cheeks. You open your mouth and gulp it down, swallowing what feels like a cascade while your cock is stroked and caressed by that fake hand.

Slowly, the pleasure in your groin grows again. It is not the same pressure as when you had your balls full and about to burst. It is more intimate as the pleasure births at the base of your cock, underneath. And at the tip. You feel the two sensations being brought about by Dayn’s expert touch. You gasp for air, only inhaling the one near Dayn’s ass, pungent with that masculine perfume. You feel it’s clinging to everything, even your hair and eyebrows. But you cannot… Stop.

“You have such a good tongue, Chief. This is- yes! Yes! H-ere! Keep going! Yes! Yes!” cries the Bard, his legs tensing and kicking the air while he’s sporting a full hard-on.

As for you, you’re slowing down. Your tongue has delved deep enough, and you’ve found a recess where there is so much cum. Your cock is about to… Burst. You feel it, you feel the excitation as your Lover keeps encouraging you, and then… Something hits your chin and chest. You pull back, instantly to be met with that greasy fuckpole that had been inside Dayn a moment before. The flared black tip is almost poking at you, its details visible through the cum coating them. It points at you, then slams against the ruined asshole, but not yet entering.

“Go… on. Give him a lick!”

This time, red comes to your face. Licking Dayn’s ass was… Something. But someone’s else cock? A Beast? You bit your lips before you shake your head.

“I can’t do that,” you mumble, low.

The Beast answers with a huff, his cock bouncing and smacking against that hole it had claimed before. More than that, it sprays cum all over you, droplets landing atop of your head as you watch that pole, half-hard, grind against that ruined hole.

“You won’t even give him a kiss?”

The tone is mocking, but again, you shake your head in shame. You cannot do that, you cannot… Kiss a Beast. Again, the Minotaur huffs, but nothing comes out. His hands are still on the Bard while he is still stroking, pleasure himself and yourself.

And then, as that cock hardens and smacks harder against the hole before your eyes, you watch it… Plunge.

It had only been a few minutes, but already Dayn’s hole tensed enough for the penetration to be slow and steady, a long slow push between the Tiefling’s buns. The caked hair is sticking to the cock, slipping against it…. But then, there is a moan from the Bard as his strokes become more frantic.

“See… You see it, Chief? That’s… That’s how a male should fuck!” he cries, smiling in his voice as he keeps stroking faster and faster.

You cannot even stop that hand, and with yours beside you, you watch the cum ooze as Dayn’s asshole is cunted again. You can only watch as you’re stroked by your lover, who’s heaving, grunting, and moaning as that belly swells and bulges.

And as that Beast is about to enter in fully, the strokes almost stop. The sensation in your groin, at your cocktip, plummets. You gasp, surprised, only for the hand to resume. But your orgasm, the sensation you were about to reach, has dropped… Has dropped like the Tiefling’s cheeks, plummeting against the Bull’s balls before they move up and down, hitting and smacking against that scrotum.

“HRMPH! Yes! S-See! That- That’s a true cock! A big manly cock! No- Not yours, cuck!”

Your face burns, but yes. He is right. Yours is tiny, small… And nothing that can stuff Dayn like he seems to like it. And as that Bull slows down, seemingly already satisfied to have his cock fully into Dayn, the Bard sighs… And smiles. Another hand reaches for your face, forcing you to raise your chin and dive into the Bard’s gaze. His smile is intense, stupid even, with saliva dripping from his lips. His eyelids are half-closed, and his face is caked with sweat. But he looks back at you as he’s pumping your dick so hard it’s starting to sting.

But to please, too. It’s both… And the sheer sensations make you grit your teeth.

“Do it… Kiss it. Thank him for… Fucking me like a true stud.”

You gulp and clench your fist. You… Love him. But this is too much. This is impossible. But again, this is… True. And you’re so far in. Just a kiss, just something, and you’re done with his requests?

You gulp again and lean forward, stretching your neck as you look up. You see the Minotaur leaning forward, licking Dayn’s forehead and nose while the Tiefling giggles and smiles… Then, you look down.

That massive cock pulses with the Beast’s heartbeat. You cannot stop yourself from watching, admiring… And as you take a breath, to sniff it. Its smell is so pure and intense, it’s nerve-wracking.

Finally, you stretch your neck. You close your lips and… Kiss it. You kiss that settled shaft and grimace. The taste of cum is intense, but so follows the one of sweat and ass, of fucking someone else… And the rancid perfume of the unkept Beast. You… Still kiss it. Again, pressing your mouth somewhere else as the Beast’s huffs signify his approval of what you do.

And then, again… Again, and more as the Beast slowly pulls Dayn up and down, in a slow back and forth that keeps smearing fluids all over that cock.

[I]“Good cuck. You’ve been such a good boy.”

[/I]You hear that voice for the first time. Rough, bestial. But as your eyes dart up, you meet with those of the Bull. The green eyes are gleaming with malice before a calloused hand reaches for the back of your head and forces you against the cock.

You wonder what’s this all, what is happening, what do you allow yourself to be mistreated like so. But you keep licking and kissing.

[I]“Go on… Lick. Spineless fuck. That’s your role from now, got it into your head? Kiss my cock while I fuck your bitch. I’ll break him until he moos for me.”

[/I]The voice is acerbic, cold… But then, there is a chuckle from Dayn.

“Moo… Mooo,” he adds, laughing before he’s kissed by that Bull… A bull who fucks him… More and more… Pumping more cum into who you assumed to be your perfect lover.

And as you hear Dayn chuckle, you know….

“Yes… We heard all your thoughts, Cuck. Go on, you love it. That delicious Bull cum. Lap it.”

The Bard’s words sting. But you bend and lick, lick that cum while that hole is cratered and ruined. Your orgasm? Well, you missed it by a mile, but-

[I]“It doesn’t matter. Kiss my balls. And maybe we won’t put your cocklet in cage.”

[/I]Therefore, you kiss those cum-churning nuts, feeling them smack your head, but you follow the orders. Like the good Cuck you are. A voyeur who’s at least given a chance to satisfy his lover, if it’s only with his tongue.