FSE

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(Content warning: penis in penis, watersports, rough dry(consensual) sex, and bestiality.)

Over the next few weeks, Durz built an impressively polished home. With only raw timber and a sticky concoction he made from tree resin, he constructed a home that Russell would expect to see posted on social media. It wasn't especially roomy, but the inside was quite cozy, and it allowed the orc a place to put his belongings. More importantly, it provided a shelter from the cold which invaded Lope's cave with each passing day.

Russell could feel chill beginning to fill the air with each passing day, and he wondered whether he should forgo his nude exploits for further comfort. Durz was kind enough to provide a thick leather cloak, but the material allowed any passing breeze, exposing Russell's package to icy drafts that made his balls feel they would take up residence in his stomach. Perhaps it was time for Russell to seek out a human settlement, if only to increase his wardrobe. It shouldn't be that hard to barter some fruit for warmer clothing. He was sure there would be animals to hunt during winter, and the fruit wouldn't keep long enough to last them through the cold anyway.

When he brought his concerns forward to his monstrous roommates, he was surprised at the uncertainty in their expressions. Were humans in this world that bad?

Durz explained his hesitance with a bit of coaxing. "See, kid. Most humans aren't fans of orcs. I can't blame them, honestly. We're a rowdy bunch, and we're not exactly gentle when we raid settlements." He sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "That, and I'm unsure if I've mentioned it, but neither Lope nor I can speak Common. Frankly, I was surprised that you can understand orcish."

Russell was startled. He had no issues understanding Lope or Durz. But wait, clearly they could both understand each other without any problems. Was this another side effect of his presence? This 'traveling to another world' thing was complicated. Didn't the protagonist usually have a voice telling them what to do? He concentrated, but the only voice in his head was his own, and, as it was telling him to sit on Lope's dick, he wrote it off.

Lope nodded at Durz's words, adding in his halting speech. "Humans hurt. Mean to Lope. Not like Mates. Not good." His scars must have come from some encounters with humans, among other things. Russell felt a strange bit of guilt, despite his lack of involvement in the incidents. He knew better than anyone that people could be cruel. High school had been no picnic for him.

Still, he didn't want to freeze to death, and he doubted he could find his way to town. "Maybe we can do something about their perception of you." He mused. He dug inside Durz's pack and was thankful to find the man's backup loincloth and a few leather scraps. He could work with this. If he couldn't make Lope and Durz look more human, perhaps he could make them seem like his pets.

After wrestling the protesting werewolf into the loincloth, reasoning that his nudity would attract the wrong kind of attention, Russell used the spare leather strips and some of Durz's resin to cobble together collars for the orc and wolfman. Rough and thrown together as they were, Russell hoped that the accessories would convince townspeople that he had a firm hold over his hulking hunks. Even if they didn't work, he liked how the collars looked on his hunky friends. The brown leather accentuated Durz's broad chest, and Lope's ears and tail worked well with a collar.

Following directions from Durz, Russell led the grumbling wolf and ambivalent orc into the nearest village. Thankfully, the collars seemed to work, and after the initial surprise of their appearance, Russell noticed the stares he was getting were less fearful, and some even appeared to be leering at his companions. He felt a strange sense of pride at the thought. These two were his, and they couldn't have them.

Wide eyes stared up at Russell from behind a merchant's counter, but the proprietor bought the produce Durz and Lope hauled with a sack full of coins. So far, so good. Now he just had to find a tailor and buy some warm clothes, and he could go home. Hopefully, Lope remained well behaved.

Softly lit as it was, Russell was reminded of someone's home when he stepped through the clothier's doors. Thankfully, the proprietor was a helpful young woman that looked him up and down with a grin and immediately left the shop's counter to gather some samples for him to browse. Flanked by his beastly companions, he leaned over the counter with his hand on his chin.

Russell began to think that his trip into town would be dull and perfectly ordinary when he felt a draft slowly slip up his legs. Lope was out of sight, and he could hear a soft growl in his ear as he felt the soft leather of the wolf's loincloth brushing against his rear. "Not here! Dammit." He hissed out through clenched teeth as the wolfman's turgid cock slid from its leather prison and pressed against his entrance. Lope seemed to ignore him, only grinding harder and poking around until he found his target.

Not only was the werewolf's cock dry, but they were in a public place. Russell shuddered to think of what would happen if someone caught them, but that insistent shaft was worming its way into his accepting entrance, and the soft burn of friction was making him see stars. He looked to Durz for help, but the orc only slid closer to hide the penetration from view, his green hand gripping one of Russell's butt cheeks as he gave the human a cheeky wink. Damn him. Russell would get them back for this.

Having no choice in the matter, Russell gripped the counter, trying to keep his face neutral as hot werewolf cock slid to the hilt within his protesting hole. Fuck, even when it hurt, it felt amazing inside of him. He had to resist the urge to push back on that heated member, and as his abused hole clenched down, he felt Lope's cock answer with a pulse of its own. His ass had been trained and used so much since he met the werewolf that, even with minimal lubrication, the wolf comfortably pushed and pulled through his clenching depths with little effort. At least he was going slowly. Russell didn't want to shake the counter and give away what was happening.

As if he were a dog mating in the streets, Lope seemed unthreatened by the shopkeeper's reappearance, and his panting filled Russell's ear. That massive cock was growing wet with pre, and each thrust had slightly more force behind it, though thankfully, Russell's hard clench forced him to measure his thrusts rather than pounding in with wild abandon. He widened his stance as if making himself comfortable, trying his best to keep his legs from shaking.

He made a mental note to punish the werewolf later. For now, he braced himself and accepted the slow penetration, trying his best to hold in the noises that threatened to rip from his tightly shut lips. He selected a few of the thicker fabrics the woman offered him, his voice shaking softly, and when she again left to find something in his size, he let out a sigh of relief. He had to finish this quickly.

Clenching down hard, Russell tried his best to force the werewolf to orgasm. If he didn't finish before it was time to leave the store, Russell shuddered to think of the explanation he would have to give. Relief rolled through him when Russell felt Lope's cock begin to twitch deep within him, and the human pushed his rear against the wolf's groin, hard, feeling the flood of lupine seed filling his innards. He could only hope nothing would drip out until they were safely back in the wilderness.

Russell shuddered as he paid his bill, returning the woman's courteous smile. Lope had pulled out and replaced his softening cock within the loincloth, and Durz, shithead that he was, had stuffed one thick finger into his ass to plug the ooze of the werewolf's seed. Hopefully, the bundle of blankets and thick woolen clothing hid the human's dripping erection.

Once they reached the safety of Lope's forest, Russell smacked Lope's ass. "You can't just do that! Ask before you fuck me next time." His voice's accusatory tone was at odds with the tent in the front of his leather cloak, and he felt his anger melt away a bit at the big, slightly sad eyes Lope was aiming at him.

"Lope not have to ask at home." The werewolf grumbled. Once the cave was in sight, he threw the loincloth into the brush, scratching at his freed package and muscular ass. He must have hated wearing clothes. Russell forgave the wolf's transgression almost immediately. Lope was far too adorable for him to remain angry. Besides, it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy their public mating. There was a particular kind of thrill to it, even, that brought a flush to his cheeks.

Lope only seemed to grow more sexually frustrated as the days went on. He would bend the human over and rail him against a wall, snarling like a wild beast, then before Russell could even catch his breath, he'd be back for more. Again and again, he'd seed Russell's sore ass, and before long, he felt pressured to ask for Durz's capable help to keep up with the wolf's demands. If he wanted to continue to be able to walk, he couldn't please the wolf alone, and Russell was sure he was already starting to develop a limp.

Even the big green cumslut could barely keep up with the ravenous wolf's sexual appetites, and the wolf's ceaseless rutting practically had his thick legs in the air at all times. His bouncing green pecs held visible bite marks, and he seemed a bit dazed as the snarling wolf would pound into his sloppy, dripping hole. Russell began to grow concerned when even the orc's massive cock couldn't grow hard under the rapacious assault on his gaping hole.

Could there be something wrong with Lope? He'd never heard of a disease that caused hypersexuality. The wolf was also quite moody and would get angry at small things, usually immediately wanting to take out his frustrations on the nearest hole he could stuff his manhood through.

The reason for Lope's aggression soon became apparent. As the sun fell behind the treeline and a full moon began to rise, a familiar howl rent the air. Feral and slavering, with its massive, dripping canine cock at full mast, Lope's hulking counterpart paced from the cave's mouth, sniffing at the cool autumn air and licking his lips. It all made sense now. Lope's aggression, hypersexual behavior, and the wolfman's lack of manners were just the side effects of the moon's cycle.

Drooling and staring Russell down with piercing grey eyes, the monster stalked to his side. Russell slid his pants down over his sore rump to prevent the wolf from shredding them like his old clothes and reached out to pet the creature's ears. It was far more agreeable this time around, and Russell attributed the change in behavior to his efforts and those of the orc currently watching with wary eyes from the doorway of his cabin. Maybe Lope's behavior when they first met was simply due to being pent up?

Warm and wet, Lope's tongue slid out to roll over the human's soft cock, sliding between his hips and nearly rolling against his bare ass. Sloppy, drooling licks slid over every inch of exposed skin, and before long, Russell's cock was slippery and dripping with wolf slobber. Intelligent grey eyes stared into Russell's face, and that slobbering maw took his cock for a soft suckle, whining like a dog begging for a treat. Under such tender care, Russell didn't last long, and that lupine muzzle caught thin ropes of cum in moments.

The hulking werewolf let out an appreciative growl and sat on its haunches, bringing that massive canine cock into view and drawing a gasp from the orc behind Russell. At the sound, his ears cocked, and his member jumped, spitting a rope of pre. It seemed that the wolf wanted to play. Russell supposed he should let the orc do the honors this time.

Coaxed by that massive dick, the orc joined Russell in front of the agreeable werewolf. "Damn, that looks juicy. Mind if I take him for a ride?" He asked as his leather gear hit the ground, leaving his steaming green skin naked in the moonlight. At Russell's agreeable nod, he stepped close to the werewolf, groaning aloud as Lope's drooling tongue found his face and stuffed itself past his tusks. Thick, green fingers rolled over that canine shaft and took the measure of the massive knot at the base even as the orc swallowed the werewolf's saliva, drawing a needy whine from the transformed wolfman.

As he pulled back, thick strings of canine drool coated the orc's face, but he only had eyes for the massive pillar of meat his hands so lovingly teased. Durz's hands rolled through the sloppy river of slime draining so copiously from the pointed tip as he stroked, coating the shaft in glimmering, musky ooze. "Goddamn. I need this monster inside me." He mused as the swollen monster dick belched a fat glob of pre to the ground below.

Lope seemed to agree with Durz's sentiment, and when that hulking green body propped itself up in front of him with those lush furred cheeks spread and his permanently gaping hole on display, the wolf wasted no time mounting him. Sharp teeth grazed along the orc's skin, clumsy paws pinning him to the ground while the monster's hips rocked against that glorious green ass. Possessive growls left Lope's bestial maw, and Russell could see his massive knot grind against Durz's ass with each throbbing thrust. Despite the orc's loose and experienced hole, it was clear he couldn't take the knot.

Mesmerized by the green ass taking the werewolf's entire dick at a breakneck pace, Russell stepped close, breathing in the heavy musk of those sweat-drenched lupine balls. His tongue slid from his mouth of its own volition and began to bathe those furry nuts in soft licks, shuddering at the animalistic stench rolling off of them. Drooling as his gaze slid past those bouncing orbs, his eyes settled on the juicy donut that oozed werewolf pre with each squelching thrust. His greedy mouth slid between the two, his tongue lapping at the orc's sweaty, sloppy ass to catch the mixed fluids. It tasted of pure sex. He couldn't get enough, and soon he was greedily licking every inch of that thrusting shaft as it reappeared from Durz's hole and rolling his tongue over the clenching rim of the orc's emerald donut.

The orc's hole couldn't hold out with the extra lubrication of Russell's drool and the fat globs of pre it was greedily milked from Lope's massive bestial cock, and as Russell watched, that fat knot slid deep into his slutty ass. Durz's moan was closer to a yelp, but judging by the rhythmic clench of his ass, he was reveling in every moment of the rough fuck.

Deprived of his sloppy treat, Russell nuzzled against the grinding werewolf's huge nuts until a clenching black star caught his eye. He smirked and sniffed the werewolf's puffy rear entrance, contemplating payback for the wolf's impromptu fuck in the tailoring shop. Lope never let him near his hole, but trapped as the werewolf was by his knot, Lope had no choice in the matter, and Russell's tongue rolled over that virgin entrance with gusto. Like the rest of Lope, the puffy star was swampy with sweat but clean of anything unsavory, and he mashed his face against those furred butt cheeks to dig his tongue deeper inside the wolf.

Loud, desperate whines left the werewolf's slavering maw, and his ass clenched in a vice-like grip, trapping Russell in place as rhythmic clenches foretold his orgasm. Russell kept up his anal assault until the hole relaxed around his tongue, and he could pull free, taking deep breaths and appreciating the creature's pulsing rear. It was almost hypnotic watching that ebony muscle clench shut.

Dual fingers slid into the werewolf's ass as Russell peeked over his shoulder, drawing a shudder from the whining creature. Durz had cum from the wolf's desperate thrusts, and his pearly spend painted Lope's front in sticky musk. His slightly pudgy stomach had swollen a bit, and it was clear that the wolf's seed bulged within his belly. As Russell felt a clench around his fingers, he could even see the slight bump of the wolf's cock against the orc's swollen stomach. "Good boy." He whispered in the wolf's ear as he leaned over the panting creature, withdrawing his fingers and letting his revitalized cock slip against that underused hole. "Time to give you a treat."

Lope was tight. Almost unbearably so. Despite the copious saliva that Russell's deep rimming spread across the werewolf's inner walls, the human's cock could barely make headway. Still, he didn't relent until his balls pressed against the werewolf's and his hips snugly pressed against that lupine behind. Lope whined again, and he rubbed the wolf's ears reassuringly, each stroke bringing a rippling clench along his length. "That's it. Good boy. Relax for me." Russell's voice soothed the squirming wolf, and before long, he was pressing back against the cock in his backside.

Russell wasn't gentle once the werewolf's squirming stopped. Squishy sounds demanded more of his dick, and he wouldn't disappoint, pounding his cock into that slick onyx hole with wild abandon. His cockhead found the soft protrusion of the werewolf's prostate, and Russell hammered into it with every thrust, changing his angle to mash the poor thing's pleasure button. Lope panted and whined, but it was clear from the wolf's body language that he wanted more, and before long, Russell felt his stomach twist on the edge of climax.

The human's orgasm was explosive. He gripped Lope's tail with both hands and held on for dear life as his cock rocketed off rope after rope into the wolf's silken tunnel, feeling every pulse and jet meet a rolling clench of those soft innards. It was as if fireworks were going off in his brain, and he nearly blacked out, only managing to pull away once the werewolf's hole grew slack, barely twitching around his softening cock.

Judging by Durz's belly, the wolf orgasmed again. The bulge had nearly doubled in size, and the orc was holding it with closed eyes. It looked as if he were pregnant, and when he adjusted his position under the wolf, you could hear a slight slosh from him, drawing a groan from those drool-coated lips. His pecs had shallow puncture wounds surrounding his nipples from the werewolf's affectionate nips, but he didn't seem any worse for the wear. When he opened his eyes, the expression across his face was closer to hunger than anything else. Hoarsely, he whispered, "Remind me to do that again. Wolfy's a damn good fuck."

Russell nodded and flopped next to the duo. Lope had drifted off on top of the fuck-drunk orc, and the two looked quite cozy, so he leaned against Durz's chest, listening to their combined, rhythmic breathing until he fell asleep.

Come morning, Lope was back to his half-human self, and the only evidence of his change was Durz's slight limp and a puddle of mud a few feet from Durz's cottage door. The wolfman's mood was unusually cheery, and when he noticed Russell was awake, he embraced him and gave him a passionate kiss. Before he pulled away, clawed fingers gripped Russell's package as he spoke, "Fuck Lope again sometime. Mate has nice cock." Russell tensed under the aggressive touch, feeling his cock twitch. Well, at least the wolf wasn't angry.

Lope was even more affectionate than he'd ever been with Durz. As Russell went about his day, helping the orc build a small fire pit near his home, he noticed the werewolf would slip over and force the orc into passionate, drooling kisses, clawed fingers pawing at the orc's ass. Honestly, it was hot to see the wolfman expressing his dominance, and Durz didn't mind. If anything, the orc was egging the werewolf on, shedding his leather clothing, and making sure that the wolf could see him in compromising positions.

The fire that sprang up from the human and orc's efforts was quite cozy, and as the three sat around it, warming themselves, Russell again heard a soft growl. Next to Russell, Lope was sucking at Durz's chest and peppering it with playful love bites. The orc was nude, and his cock was rock hard under Lope's onslaught. As the human slid closer, he could see that the orc's eyes were closed. He made a mental note to make an effort to play with the orc's pecs more often, as Durz seemed into it.

Lope pulled away from that ravaged chest with a smirk, then stood to bring his half-hard cock into the orc's sight. As Russell watched, leaning against Durz's side, he placed it against the orc's nose. "Need to mark Green Mate," he grunted as a thin stream of piss flowed from his cock, drenching Durz's face. While the flow solidified, he rubbed his fountaining cock all over the orc's face, then stopped at his lips, his golden fluids dripping down the orc's chest and coating that massive green cock. "Green Mate took knot. Stay with Lope. Need more." As simple as his speech was, Russell was clear on its meaning. Lope wanted to keep Durz around for good, just like Russell.

Durz was obviously into the idea and opened his mouth to slurp on Lope's cock, much as Russell had the morning after their first encounter. Once the cock's flow petered out, he released it with a soft kiss to the tip. "Pup, you keep filling me up, and I'll stay as long as you two want me." He lolled his tongue out to catch the last drop of salty wolf piss and tugged Russell onto his lap to join in the fun.

Taking the orc's hint, the human slid his tongue out to meet the orc's, and they each took one side of the wolf's cock, letting their lips meet around the drooling head. Russell tilted his head to swipe his tongue across the tip and taste the slimy treat that oozed from the piss slit, then smirked as the impatient wolf began to thrust against their teasing mouths. He gripped the orc's hair and shoved him forward, prompting a moan from those green lips even as that long wolf cock invaded the brute's throat. Now was a perfect opportunity to see how rough Lope could get as payback.

As the wolf took Russell's hint, he shoved the orc's face against the wolf's thrusting shaft, impaling him again and making the experienced slut gag on the wolf's meat. Still, as Lope took over and began to fuck the orc's face, Russell was impressed at Durz's commitment. Despite his gagging and the drool running down his chin to mix with the cooling wolf piss, he didn't struggle, letting the wolf place both hands on either side of his head. Plapping thrusts bounced heavy nuts off the orc's chin as Russell stood and moved to stand behind the sitting orc, letting his cock rest on the man's glistening shoulder.

His lips met his wolf mate's in a desperate kiss, and as he reached past the orc to grip the wolf's ass and pull him deep into the embrace of those green lips, gulping swallows replaced the helpless gagging. Lope was cumming, and as Russell slid a finger into his ass, he bit down on the human's lip, muffling a groan with the other man's mouth.

When Lope's cock finally slid from Durz's lips, the orc almost seemed reluctant to release it. His face was messy with drool and other fluids, but he sucked at the tip before it left his mouth with a pop. Panting, he fell back on the ground with his green cock still standing proudly, pooling oozing pre onto his full balls. Glistening in the sun, that cockhead caught Russell's attention. He might be able to live out one of his more unattainable fantasies.

Inspired by the perceived difference between that mammoth cock and his own, Russell rolled his cockhead against the proudly throbbing spire, his tip kissing along its slit. The orc's foreskin swallowed him in moist wetness as he grabbed onto the oversized appendage and began to thrust against it, drawing a huff from the orc. That slick heat proved too much, and his tip slid past the orc's slit, rolling down his urethra until the human's balls slapped against the orc's cockhead. Russell marveled at the sight, biting his lip as that towering penis clenched softly around him. Dreams did come true.

Foreign as the sensation seemed, the orc didn't protest as Russell set to work fucking his cock, beginning to intently stroke himself instead. Breath hitched in his throat with each push that bulged his cock obscenely, and from the copious flood of cockslime gushing out around every lewd shove, Durz was closing in on his orgasm. His face twisted, and his fists dug at the dirt beneath him as his slippery cock pulsed, then began to gush.

Fountaining seed coated Russell's cock and balls, sliding down his legs until he looked like his lower half had submerged in a bathtub of slime. His end came soon after, and his weaker spurts mixed with the orc's orgasm, rolling from the stretched tip of his cock to join the rest of the mess. Through the whole messy finish, Russell kept his twitching cock thrusting, following the softening orc cock to the ground until that stretched hole released his half-hard cock. The orc's cockhead stayed gaped as if this was its purpose, and Russell couldn't help but admire the messy sight.

As he and Lope settled in around the fucked-silly orc to snuggle by the fire, he wondered why he bothered to bathe anymore. Every time he cleaned himself, he would receive a coating of cum. Still, the sticky semen coating his exhausted cock felt strangely comforting in the warmth of the fire, and the smell of sex had grown cozy. Even the orc's musk rising so pungently from one of his hairy pits began to smell like home.

Still, something nagged at the back of his mind. Why could he understand monsters when others couldn't? And why did his scent attract creatures? Was there something he was brought here to do or was all of this just a reward for a life well-lived? In the lazy embrace of his monstrous mates, he looked around and decided he wanted more for them. He would use his gifts to make things even better than they already were.