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Freehold’s new Slave

Never attempt a dungeon on your own

Kai – Brewmaster Level 120 – Location: Freehold – Reputation: Enemy

Freehold.

One, if not the only, free port in Kul Tiras. If there were a way to describe the town, it would be a hellhole of piracy and shady deals. Azerite would be traded over the table with the same respect as the blight or any fel-touched drugs.

And the rather dreary landscape, thanks to the cold climate around those southern shores, was not to help. It was a dry land that would not grow grain, making it obvious there would be piracy or fishing in those parts.

But it did not make it more reasonable to sell Azerite-based weapons there. Nor more adequate to cut every poor fucker’s throat that walked around.

In the case of the diminutive and apparently unharmed Vulpera, it meant every corner of that town was a potential ambush; The cutthroats thought he was an easy mark. Yet, their blades did little against the skills of a talented Brewmaster… And their constant cries whenever they were disarmed were getting tedious.

Just as tedious for Kai as he waited on a rock, his right foot bouncing with anxious energy.

“How long will I wait?” asked Kai, looking at the summoning stone he’d secured in the meantime.

The rock brimmed with magic, much like the compass he held in his palm. The first: it was a rock that could help him summon his teammates as they were to storm Freehold and kill a bastard. The second was the promise of a reward once they killed such a bastard: once their target was dead, that compass would point them toward an enchanted chest containing more gold than anything in their lives.

The problem was simple: the target was alive, the summoning stone was there, the compass was ready. But there was no one around. No ally, no one except the constant gaggle of bandits coming and going, some eyeing the green-armored and white-and-red-furred Vulpera. A few would come closer, ask him if he was lost before making their boorish daggers dance.

The result was Kai breaking another pair of wrists.

He glared at the compass with increasing frustration.

The compass magic wouldn’t be everlasting, nor his patience. Nor that it wasn’t the first time his team bailed on him. Sure, they were competent: Shalar wielded ice magic like no one; Grehla handled her axes with gusto; Meex was a nasty goblin, but his poisons worked like a charm; and Achak’s nature power often saved Kai’s hide.

But all their skills and talents meant nothing when the magical messages went unanswered, and they were busy doing whatever they wanted.

Shalar was surely reading another tome for his research, Grehla was training with her friends, Meex would be stealing trinkets, and Achak collecting critters.

Only Kai was focused on earning their fair share of gold… Again.

“The sands take them! Can’t they… Just come?!” he shouted, raising his arms to the sky.

Sure enough, it attracted the gaze and the grins from the locals who approached, giving off that same ‘feigned’ sympathy before they waddled away with broken limbs.

And Kai sat back, smacking his face while looking at the compass and feeling its magic: a trickle of its former glory. If it died, they had little chance of getting that enchant restored. Little chance and at a hefty price.

He looked up. He looked at the nearby docks, the houses with copper roofs that had turned green from the dreary weather. He looked at the human crowd, intermingled with other races from all the continents, even his own kind. He eyed the cannons positioned here and there that could easily shoot and explode someone’s head.

He glared at the many ships, far more than usual, that were docked and left abandoned.

Then upward, to that screaming red bird that had been regularly circling the bay for the last twenty minutes.

Then, to the tiny island in the middle of the bay, joined by a rickety bridge. That was where his target was located, near the burst galleon and the piles of gold. That’s where Harlan Sweete waited.

Usually, it would be to the benefit of the Horde to let such a harlot have his way with Kul Tiras, leading the isles to days, weeks, months, or even years of turmoil. The problem was that the human had also been interfering with the Horde’s campaign.

His assault had pushed the Horde away from Freeport, which could have been a perfect staging ground. Worse, a few ships had been captured from the Horde’s fleets and dismantled here, though the traces of the rough Orcish steel could be noticed here and there.

All the more reason to push Kai to wait no longer, as he jumped off the rock and advanced. With one hand outstretched, he concentrated his chi through his hand until he could feel the wood under his fingers.

Until his hand closed into a fist and onto his trusty staff, he’d been wielding for the last few weeks. Now, he had to assault the port, alone.

It wasn’t the first time he’d done so, assaulting and infiltrating. But it was the first time he had done it with so little support.

His heart beat faster as he approached the entrance, welcomed by a guard who was tossing his coin and catching it up regularly. A human whose pistol remained at his hips.

The Guard didn’t even draw his gun when he turned toward Kai, looking down on the small Vulpera.

“Aww. Look at you. Are you lost, bud-“

THWACK!

With one swoop, the staff collected the guy’s jaw and broke it. Teeth flew alongside, with a mix of spit and blood, before the guy rolled down.

“The light?” he gargled, spitting a reddish saliva before another ‘Thwack’ echoed with Kai’s reinforced staff hitting the guy's head, knocking him out.

One down, many more to go, thought Kai.

Kai defeated Irontide Guard – Reputation with the Freehold Pirates reduced by 15

His advance continued as he followed the east escarpment on the hills, practically the sole access to the main island in the bay. It was also where more recruits went to get their recruiting speech.

Lately, Sweete had been recruiting a lot, and his Irontide grunts were going up and down the hills, making sure the cannon fodder was armed and ready to be cannon fodder.

“Where are your guts, son?! Tell me?!” shouted one grunt, kicking one weak and lanky human.

The guy rolled in the mud and dirt, clutching his guts while still getting kicked and kicked. A display that elicited a grimace from the Vulpera as he watched the circle of recruits watching.

“Ain’t no guts! Only shit here! I’ll make you puke it! Puke shit and blood ‘til you’re ready to-“

THWACK!

This time, the instructor offered little resistance. Hit in the back of the head, he dropped like a weight in the mud he’d been stirring.

Kai defeated Irontide Recruiter – Reputation reduced by 20

All of a sudden, all eyes went on the diminutive Vulpera, resting his staff on his shoulder, waiting and watching the recruits all around.

Scraggly, lanky, weak. Their cheeks were gaunt, and it looked like they’d picked Piracy out of necessity rather than out of vocation. Their hands closed and opened. Some clutched the pistols they held. Some fingers twitched above the blades in their scabbards.

Evidently, the situation was tense under the moonlight. The Vulpera could assault them; he could let them be. But dying or getting taken down was not something they desired.

“What? What are you gonna do? You can leave,” said Kai, waving his hand.

Not the answer they were looking for.

The recruits drew their guns and blades, presenting rusty steel and poor craftsmanship. They took aim at the Vulpera.

And… Powder spoke, same for the singing blades the Vulpera intercepted with his staff.

“Crap. So long for the infiltration,” mumbled Kai, frowning as his ears straightened up and caught the sounds of boots.

He couldn’t wait or take it easy on them, so he dashed. Grabbing one flask out of his belt and chugging it, Kai moved with increased speed, rushing between the recruits.

The bullets grazed his fur without touching him. The blades sang above his head without collecting it.

His free hand danced as he jumped from one corner to another. With his index and middle fingers raised, he hit their pressure points.

**Kai defeated Irontide Recruit – Reputation reduced by 5

Kai defeated Irontide Recruit – Reputation reduced by 5

Kai defeated Irontide Recruit – Reputation reduced by 5

Kai defeated Irontide Recruit – Reputation reduced by 5**

Right shoulder. Sides. Back. Spine. Neck.

The fingers danced while the crowd thinned out at an impressive speed. The recruits dropped one by one, their expressions of anger turning into abject terror. And then horror as they dropped their guns and fled.

Of the remaining three running in the distance, none ran over five steps before Kai jumped close and paralyzed them like the others. They dropped, catatonic, onto the dirty mud before the Vulpera wiped his hands and looked around.

It was but the first group. Yet, he was already overwhelmed; the squawk of that damned bird above completed the cries in the distance.

The Vulpera frowned, then turned, looking at the recruits and their garish Bordeaux and black clothes. He eyed the humans, both male and female, before he found someone small enough.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

New Effect: Irontide Raiders Disguise

After having stripped the smallest Irontide Recruit of his clothes and stolen the hat from the instructor, Kai looked… Like a child in oversized clothes. It was to his advantage, as his armor could be hidden underneath the long sleeves and wide pants.

But it was through sheer luck that he’d been able to fit the belt around his waist before the guards arrived. Even his hat was sometimes dropping onto his face. Still, he turned to the Raiders, who looked much less aggressive when eyeing him.

“Ah oi! Mates! I handled that rascal!” shouted Kai, making his teeth protrude slightly and speaking with that stupid drawl.

Yet, the Pirates were looking around, their blades drawn. They didn’t look like the tired guard at the entrance, nor the recruiter, nor the recruits.

Amidst the piles of stunned and paralyzed humans, the tiny Vulpera stuck out like a sore thumb. Yet, the Guards turned to him.

“What was that? We heard someone shooting,” said one Human, his elongated ears showing he was not… Typical.

“Shooting? Nah! Got one guy sneaking up on us. But one recruit had a quick draw and a quicker finger! Mate!” said Kai, leaning forward and adjusting his hat. “But we made that rascal flee! Arh arh!”

Kai even laughed, accentuating the accent as he held his belly.

“And what happened to them?”

“Ah! ‘Em? Well, I had to punish them for not noticing that rascal! I’ll make sure they regret not being watchful when with the Irontide! Arh!”

Kai even waved his arms, though icy sweat ran down his back.

Those twenty-ish guys looked like no joke. He could take at most three or four alone. But the twenty of them would have him dead in a matter of seconds. With their holds on their blades, their grips on their pistols, he would be toast or a fur coat in a second.

And…

“Okay, mate. Good work,” said the chief, grabbing his own hat to tilt it. “We, Irontide, need to keep a sharp eye.”

“And a sharp blade!” confirmed Kai, playing along.

“That’s good. But Kragg will want to hear that out. He’ll be cranky about that.”

“I’ll probably do that later,” replied Kai dismissively.

Something that didn’t seem good because the twenty pairs of eyes locked on him. Well, closer to eighteen because some missed an eye. Even so, twenty people looked at him as if he had committed high treason.

Kai’s heart went faster as he blinked. And then coughed.

“Because I need… To take a piss before that!”

“Good. We’ll be on the lookout on the bridge. Signal us if there’s a problem.”

“Will do! Mate!” shouted Kai, waving at the Guards turning on their heels.

A moment later, Kai exhaled and looked at the stunned recruits around. None had moved or acted, which was great. But the small Vulpera felt like he had been about to die.

A little too late, and he would have been skewered on the blades. Yet, he had a chance to infiltrate the Freehold, though… Fighting in that disguise or even moving was more difficult.

“Thank you, suckers!” said Kai, waving at the stunned recruits before he took off toward the main bridge.

On the way, passing by the many pirates manning the cannons turned inside the bay, Kai was flagged and waved at.

Even with his poor disguise, people were thinking he was part of the crew, and so, he waved back at them. He roared at their jokes about his small size; he refused the grog and offered drinks as he ascended the steep hills toward the bridge and… Found those twenty guards by the bridge.

The majority were relaxing. Some were sharpening their blades; others were checking their guns. Two were arm-wrestling, four playing dice… And two of the guards were visibly enamored together, leading to Kai grimacing as he advanced to the bridge… And got stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“Oi, mate! Did you see Kragg?”

“Oh! Yeah! Kragg!” said Kai, smacking his forehead with enough strength he narrowly knocked the hat off. Hat he readjusted. “Sorry! I have something to talk about, there! With… With Sweete!”

“Sweete?” asked the guard pirate, the same who’d been talking last time: elongated ears. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head? Sweete talks to no one. Go see Kragg.”

In that instant, Kai’s ears straightened.

The blades were no longer sharpened. The arm-wrestling stopped, and so did the smooches. He could feel the eyes drilling into his back. He could feel the nascent animosity and suspicion, the tension that was to burst at any moment if he pushed further.

His stomach sank as he scoffed.

“Aye, mate! Sorry! It’s but a tiny message! I’ll see Kragg, and then he’ll clear me off!” said Kai, turning on his heels and stomping away. Yet, he sensed the eyes were still on him… With that suspicion in mind, the eyes followed him going down the hills rather than going further up, where the pirates were concentrated.

Click

The sound of a security being removed made Kai jolt and jump, before he looked over his shoulder and hurried up the hill, heading in the right direction this time.

“Crap,” he mumbled.

Steps… After the steps. He ascended the hills, climbed a few stairs amidst the rowdy chaos of pirates, and practically oversaw the whole bay from up there.

It was also where Kragg was often located, as he found out before, thanks to the locals’ interrogations.

Yet, it was different from what Kai expected.

Sure, Kragg was known as a lieutenant, an important figure of Freehold. He was known as the ‘Skycap’n Kragg’ even! But someone so important deserved much more than a tiny cabin sitting right by the oversized nest used by his parrot mount.

Sitting by a fire, drinking to his desire, the old Orc captain listened to the songs of his fellows. Orcs, two of them, and the rest humans who shared a common passion for cheap grog and a love for the firepit they huddled around.

Sitting on logs and stools, the quintet of people formed a rowdy crowd that only stopped when Kai approached them.

No birds in sight, only five that looked rather drunk.

They were almost easy prey while Kai glanced at the captain. Drunk beyond measure, the Orc wore a black cap with a human skull drawn on it. His shirt was completed with a fish skull on his shoulder. His face was marked with scars earned in fights and from being blasted at.

His muttonchops also gave him an aged, wise look that broke apart with his attitude.

“Look at that! We got a fur ball!” he shouted, pointing fingers at Kai. “What do you want, fur ball?”

“I…” began Kai, tensing. He eyed the other pirates, who were now looking at him like an intruder. Then, he exhaled. “Your guys on the bridge sent me here for you. They said you were cranky, so here I am!”

“… Heh. Cranky?”

The Orc eyed Kai, then grabbed his grog. He took a swig while eyeing the Vulpera before he leaned and presented the bottle.

“Come sit down, and my crankiness will go away!” laughed the Orc, followed by his peers, who seemed into something.

But at that point, Kai couldn't care less as he joined, received the bottle, and sat down. Then, under their expectant gaze, he took a swig.

New Effect: Piss drunk

Kai gargled at the fiery sensation burning his tongue. That wasn’t grog; it was spirit so raw, so unrefined, so sullied, it could be used to clean up wounds. It was nothing like the refined alcohol produced by the families of Pandarens. That was the bottom of the barrel of alcohol.

The small Vulpera hiccuped as the Orc grabbed the bottle from him before passing an arm over the Vulpera’s shoulders.

Sure enough, the Orc was tall, massive… And weighed a lot on Kai, making him feel Kragg was way stronger than he looked. Especially when he rubbed Kai’s shoulders.

“Haha! That’s not some alcohol for small guys! Better taste than goblin booze, right?” asked Kragg.

“I- Prefer… b-Beer,” hiccupped Kai, swaying if not for Kragg’s presence.

“Who doesn’t prefer beer? But beer is fancy and costly. We can’t drink it. Grog? Oh, that holds longer and makes a stud feel stronger!” answered Kragg, poking at Kai’s chest.

“That’s… Way stronger than I thought,” mumbled Kai, yet receiving the bottle again.

“Go on! Another swig, little furball!”

Kai eyed the bottle, then the expectant people again. His ears dropped, and then he took another swig.

New Effect: Piss Drunk x2

This time, that was worse. Even his vision was getting blurry. Everything turned and swayed around him, even the fire and the starry sky above.

He hiccuped again, narrowly falling back if not for Kragg. Then, he was held steady and… Forced to have his head on the Orc’s lap. Not the best place, especially since the guy reeked of bird crap and cheap alcohol.

But Kai felt much better than if he had had to fight his failing balance.

He frowned, closed his eyes while the group talked.

“Talking about beer! When will we get it? Sweete promised it to us!”

“That’s not up to me, but the council! That’s ‘em who hold the freehold!” laughed Kragg. “I can tell ‘em we want better-tasting alcohol! But they’d listen? Heh… Prolly not.”

“We need a… A Mut… Mutt… Mutiny!” shouted a human!

Only for everyone to shush him, even Kai joining in thanks to his condition.

A shush that stopped when Kai was forced to take another chug.

**New Effect: Piss Drunk x3

New Effect: Loss of inhibition

New Effect: Chi poisoning**

“No mutiny. We need not to… Plus. Look. The furball captain sent us another furball.”

“Bilge Rats are de bests!” nodded the fellow Orc.

Meanwhile, Kai felt a hand going through his fur, stroking between his ears. The sensation was pleasant for Kai as he remained against the Orc’s lap, getting a swig of that powerful grog every so often.

There were chuckles, and the discussions continued about their plans for tomorrow. Or whatever they had to do to ensure security.

But around, there were, too, echoes of buckles undone, of grunts, and groans…

“Hey Furball… Your other drink,” said Kragg.

Sitting at five stacks, Kai’s vision was completely blurry. Yet, he opened his mouth to take another swig. It didn’t hurt. It made his stomach go fuzzy and his body numb. It made him feel good when he wasn’t supposed to.

Sure enough, he wasn’t so angry anymore about his crew, not as he opened his mouth and… Something else presented itself.

Warm. Sticky. Musky.

Kai’s eyes widened and focused, going from a drifting gaze to now concentrating on something. On the green flesh presented to his mouth, he went between his lips. But not only.

There were also those pubes, fuzzy and tickling his nose. The low-hanging nuts below. The pot belly above. And all around, the laughs.

“Go on! Swallow! That’s what the guards sent you for!” chuckled Kragg, grabbing the back of Kai’s head and shoving it down.

Shoving the Vulpera’s mouth down, impaling that mouth on that massive and throbbing Orc cock. A cock, uncut, greasy, smelly, that pressed right against the Vulpera’s uvula. Yet, as it was forced, Kai blinked.

No gag reflex, nothing. It was abnormal, so abnormal he felt like he sobered a little.

So abnormal, so came his first reflex: to reach for the pool of energy inside his body. To that chi that flowed and granted him the ability to perform feats that normal people couldn’t.

He followed what he’d learned during his training when he got too drunk on all the spirits and empowered beverages every Brewmaster was to employ: to purge.

He focused on his chi, making it flow and rage through his body. That way, it would purge the intoxication and make him feel clean and sober again. Or so was the idea.

Instead of the curative and sobering chi, the result was Kai to hiccup and for his throat to clench around the Orc’s cock.

His vision blurred again, and his mind drifted further as his chi failed to help him. But poisoning him. Whatever the beverage he’d been given, it had turned his chi into a poison.

**New Effect: Piss Drunk x10

New Effect: Completely intoxicated!**

Kai’s mind drifted, though his senses remained awfully aware of his surroundings. The noise around, the laughs, the bottles clicking together, the exchanges.

It was something Kai was awfully aware of yet unable to untangle, a blur of sensations that intoxicated his thoughts as much as the alcohol itself.

The laughs made him giddy, the lustful remarks excited, the mockery humiliated.

And then, there was Kragg.

Kragg and his massive calloused hands stroking between his ears, stroking the bright red fur right where the Vulpera was the most sensitive, to the point Kai was… Almost feeling calm. Happy, satisfied. Satisfied as that Orc’s cock continued to slip inside his throat, inch by inch.

Inch by inch of a mast that was almost choking him, making his throat bulge from the inside.

Yet, it was appeasing.

His mind was relaxed despite the lack of air, despite the trickle he could take whenever the Orc’s hand relaxed.

He smiled, his tongue dancing and collecting the grease and precum sticking to the green skin. The taste was awfully salty, but it was a perfect match to the strong alcohol that had burned his taste buds. It made the grog taste even better, soothed his tongue, and tickled his desires.

So much, in fact, his pants were straining against his erection, against his drippy cock that was still inside his leather armor under the disguise.

Yet, no one seemed aware of it.

No one seemed to notice from the quintet as they were happily laughing and exchanging vicious remarks about Kai despite the Vulpera choking on the Orc’s cock.

“His tongue is divine.”

“Let us share!” “We want it!” “Let’s play it with dice!”

But above their own desire, they encouraged Kragg to do what was needed to have his fun.

Sure, the Vulpera had a sultry mouth; he said. But the moment he locked his hands on either side of Kai’s face, there was a strange glimmer in the Orc’s eyes.

And then, with that might and power, he yanked Kai’s mouth away.

Air rushed in, gasps followed, gargles continued.

But before the Vulpera had his mouth entirely freed, Kragg impaled it on his cock with a renewed intensity.

Then, he yanked the Vulpera away; he forced the Vulpera’s throat open, making the flesh sear and burn from the soreness and the forced contractions.

Then, he forced through, pummeling the throat and uvula until Kai had his muzzle hard-pressed against the Orc’s pubes, until he was forced to breathe the Orc’s sweaty stench.

In… And out.

In… And out.

Kai, in his drunk state, could only weakly wave his hand. Yet, such action had little effect on the Orc’s libido. Or perhaps it incited Kragg to do more than that.

Either way, the Orc roared as he began to pummel and hit, smacking Kai’s face and narrowly breaking his nose against that lower belly.

He even had one of his men pour the grog onto his cock despite the burn, making Kai drink off the organ and even lick the alcohol on the glans before he was forced to swallow the length again.

Before he was forced to squeeze, massage, and press his mouth against that penis that was such a powerful mast. Such a mace that throbbed, tensed, and choked Kai.

His lips were getting darker and bluer. His eyes rolled with less energy than before. His limbs, his fingers, were taken by spasms as the Orc’s thrusts grew more and more feral.

“Oh yeah! Best! Mouth! Of Freehold!” roared the Orc, though he must be saying that about every mouth.

Either way, Kragg’s abuse culminated as he yanked on Kai’s head, lifted the Vulpera along…. And he began to thrust alongside, yanking the Vulpera’s head.

It was raw, with Kai’s gargles practically challenging the rowdy crowd to see which was the loudest. And yet, lost.

Lost as the quintet was roaring louder and louder as Kragg’s green face turned redder, going from bright green to brown. As his teeth clenched, as saliva dripped from his mouth… And then, as he yanked Kai’s head closer before he sighed, his movements came to a halt.

Well, a halt except for his throbbing cock, for his clenching groin, and for his abdominal muscles that pulled on his genitals.

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!” laughed the Orc, smacking the despondent Vulpera’s head.

**New Effect: Cum Drunk!

Kai satisfied Kragg – Reputation increased by 100**

That was only after a few seconds, a few more pumps, after a few more shots inside Kai’s mouth that the Orc pulled back and let Kai fall… Like a dead weight on the floor.

The Vulpera’s eyes rolled in their sockets before his eyelids closed and he went limp.

“Uh-uh. The Bilge Rats won’t be happy about that.”

-

Kai – Brewmaster Level 120 – Location: Freehold – Reputation: Enemy

Squeeeak! Squeeaaaak! Squeaaak!

The sound, which had started as a backdrop, had been growing. Or rather, steadily, Kai was becoming aware of that sound. That sound, as well as the stench of grog, the taste of cum in his mouth, the soreness in his limbs, in his body.

One by one, his senses resumed, and each sang a different song about abuse.

Until midst the throbbing pain inside his head, the pain of his muscles, and that awful squeak, Kai opened his mouth and sat up.

“The hell happened?!”

He shouted. However, the sound came out like a strangled voice before he reached for his throat. He opened it, blew, and the sound came like a faint croak. His vocal cords had definitely been abused…

He still poked at his throat, trying to get a feel of the swollen flesh. But then, the squeak continued, and the Vulpera turned his gaze towards the source of that sound.

He wasn’t home. In his home or any other place.

No, it was a dingy little cabin, dusty and with the ceiling covered with cobwebs. The place reeked of booze, piss, and perhaps a bit of vomit. And it was awfully dark, even with the presence of windows. But there was so much dust, only a faint light came forth.

Enough to notice the one sitting on the swivel chair. Who kept making left, then right turns.

A Worgen. Black furred, red eyes. And wearing leather pants and a harness. On his head, between his broken ears, was a captain’s hat, ochre with a rat head.

Sure enough, the guy had a pistol in his hand. Loaded and with no security.

“Ahoi, mate,” said the Worgen, grinning from one ear to another.

Kai didn’t answer, looking instead at the place. It seemed to have been a bedroom, if the broken shelves, the broken nightstand, or the burst-open cabinet were any indication.

No clothes hanging around… And when looking at the bed, Kai had been sleeping on an exposed, dirty mattress with dirty bedsheets.

Then Kai looked at himself. No disguise. No armor. He had been stripped naked in his sleep, though he was lucky he wasn’t gagged or cuffed.

Little to do, little to say. Kai’s eyes returned to the Worgen.

“Awfully impolite not to answer!”

“I hate talking to pirates,” said Kai.

And grimaced Kai as he faced the pistol’s cyclopean barrel.

“Aw! Too bad! We’re friendly fellows! My name’s James, but you can call me Redtooth! And that’s my friend! Barrel! Say hello to Barrel!”

Kai eyed the barrel, then tried to look behind it. Kai’s fingers twitched, ready to catch the weapon before the Worgen raised his gun up.

“Aw! Too bad, not communicating enough. But don’t worry, Barrel is a veryyyy good bloke,” said Redtooth, flashing his teeth that looked rather white. “What’s your name, mate?”

“Kai,” replied the Vulpera, curtly.

“Good, good Kai… See. You fucked things up,” said Redtooth, poking the chair’s back. “You got caught by Kragg! With a freaking compass pointing to Sweete. Ain’t very smart of you to drink with Kragg.”

“Not very smart to drink? What happened there?” Kai asked, reaching for the sheets and wrapping himself in.

“Nothing. Just the usual beverages. But only Kragg and those who are used can drink the cheap fel-grog we give them.”

“Fel… Grog?”

Kai blinked, gulping and reaching for his throat.

Yet, at the same time, he focused on the chi inside his body. Not… To spread it, but to feel it, to touch it with his mind. And so, he felt it. That poison, that pool of energy that had been tainted inside his body.

He tried to pull on it, even for a tiny bit, a speck… But he was already feeling his thoughts muddying up by touching it. He coughed, his eyes opening wider.

“Fel grog. It does funny things. Hits the priests, the monks… Mess with the shaman and then more. Honestly, I still don’t know how he hasn’t died yet. Maybe that’s with the Azerite he sometimes drinks, too.

“… Az-Azerite?” He drinks Azerite?”

The Worgen had his hand to his chin, raising an eyebrow. Before his hand dropped and he smiled at the Vulpera, leaning forward.

“Aye. Never drank Azerite-mixed spirits? That’s the hit!”

That was… Something else, almost too much for the Vulpera. Azerite was the lifeblood of this world, practically blood coming from the ground. And yet, they were drinking it? And the Fel? The blood of demons?

That’s something he hadn’t noticed, but now that they were talking about that place, it felt stupider that Kai had tried to infiltrate it alone.

“What…” began Kai, his voice dying.

He looked down at his feet, around, and then at the Worgen and his gun.

“What do you want?”

“Ah! Maybe you’re smarter than I thought!” said the Worgen, reaching for something behind him. And throwing at Kai.

The Monk reached, but the metal almost bounced off his palm, making his reach frantic until he held that sticky and smelly piece of silver.

“What’s… EWW!” shouted Kai, throwing the cock cage on the bed, before wiping his hands on the bedsheets.

“Don’t be mean. Ain’t used. I mean, last one had a tiny peen, so it didn’t last much. Maybe yours will last much!” said Redtooth, laughing and smacking his thigh before he tensed and then fixed Kai. “Now, put it on.”

Kai eyed the cage. Then the Worgen. Then the barrel of the gun pointed at his forehead.

“Put it on. There’s no other choice, thief.”

Again, the Monk gulped. But he had no other options. His chi was tainted, made unusable. As for his power, it’d be nothing against something ready to blow his head.

The Vulpera reached for the cage, grimacing as he felt the precum sticking to it. He… Checked the lock. It was unlocked, fittingly so as he approached it to his groin, gulping.

“Faster if ye want yer head!” said Redtooth.

Kai’s hands moved faster, opening the cage. He had to examine it, though the huffs and grunts from Redtooth told him when he made an error in handling it.

Still, he slipped his nuts through the sticky ring. Then, he had the cage pressing on his cock at rest. The sensation was grating and unnerving, an icy touch that made the monk hiss while the Worgen laughed at the reaction.

“Yeah, poor Monk never had a moment with his caged cock?” asked Redtooth, waving his gun.

“How do you know I’m a monk?” asked Kai, gritting his teeth and keeping his eyes down, watching as the cage finally encapsulated his shaft… There, with a click, his cock was caged, the cursed metal digging into his furry pubes and his cock. And his balls.

New Gear: Used Cock cage – Effect: Erection impossible

He still looked at the cage, with gritted teeth. Then, he heard a tongue clicking.

“Only a few are affected. Plus, your armor under your disguise, dummy. Green and snakes, only the Pandarens-lovers wear that crap,” huffed Redtooth, waving his gun and reaching behind him. Then, throwing something at Kai’s face.

Something heavy, because when it hit the Vulpera’s face, it made him fall back and clutch his head before he looked at what he’d received in the head. Cuffs.

Not… Handcuffs, but definitely cuffs.

“Your ankles.”

“Why-“

“Why what?” asked Redtooth, picking his teeth while Kai hefted the cuffs and then opened them.

Kai opened and closed his mouth, thinking of a reply. A clever jab back at the lazy Worgen. But the sound of security being set, then removed, made Kai stumble over himself, reaching for his legs and putting the first cuff around his ankle.

“Why did you not put it while I slept?” huffed Kai, certainly not happy as the lock clicked and he could feel his leg being pulled by the weight.

“Because it’s funnier when a future pet has to do it himself. I’m lucky you’ve been stupid enough to drink with Kragg. I don’t even have to do much,” said the Worgen, his barrel waving… And then, he aimed at Kai.

The Vulpera’s heart skipped a beat as he hastily put the cuffs on, then put his hands up.

New Gear: Ankle cuffs – Effect: Movement limited

Even his ears dropped onto his head as he looked at the Worgen, his palms presented.

“Here! I put your cuffs I-“

PANG!

The sharp pain hit Kai’s brain. It felt like a drill, a painful hit.

His ears were not used to such a sound, and he held onto them as he trembled, feeling how the bullet had only grazed his left cheek.

Now, there was a hole in the wall behind, with some light flowing through. But more than that, the barrel was still fuming before Redtooth blew the smoke and grinned at Kai.

He had that saucy grin, that… Dastardly attitude as he threw another pair of cuffs at Kai, though this time the Vulpera grabbed them.

“How do you feel? That rush of adrenaline in your heart? Never felt anything like that?”

“I-“

Well, Kai certainly did. He’d felt that thrill, that motion, many times. But at that moment, he preferred not to answer: if he lied, the Worgen could use it. Or instead, Redtooth could go crazy and shoot.

Either way, Kai grabbed the cuffs and closed them on his wrists, feeling how they weighed on his hands. It was like deadweight. Much like the cage, or the cuffs around his ankles.

New Gear: Handcuffs – New Effect: Actions limited

“What now?”

“Now? You let the Bilge Rats handle you,” said Redtooth.

The instant after, as Kai looked toward the Worgen, he saw that the gun’s handle was approaching and hit him.

Beyond? Everything was a daze. He saw stars. Thinking was hard. Moving his mouth was worse. Blinking was nigh impossible despite the blinding light.

He was dragged, but even moving his legs was such an impossible effort for the Vulpera as he dragged his feet… And yet was pulled forward. And again. And again.

Around him, he heard snickers and chuckles while he tried to open his mouth, only to taste something ferrous.

“Awake already?” asked a sultry voice. Not Redtooth. But deeper, and whispering right by the Vulpera’s ears. The sonority was not lost on Kai. A… Tauren.

“What?”

Kai wanted to say that, but as he tried to speak, to force air through his windpipe and move his mouth, he found himself limited in that regard. So came a gargle as his tired eyes looked down, seeing the leather wrapped around his face.

His ears pointed up, his tail puffed up, and so did his chest fluff.

He reached for something inside him. For his chi, for that font of power that was always there.

**New Effect: Piss Drunk x3

New Effect: Loss of inhibition**

The effect was immediate.

Kai’s vision blurred, and his steps, already strained, swayed. Left, then right. Right, then left. His balance was fucked over. Much like the world that was turning and swirling around him, worsening his throbbing and painful headache.

He gargles, with saliva dripping from the muzzle.

“Heh. Redtooth warned me you’d try that trick. It’s a shame you are tainted, little Fox,” said the Tauren, his lips landing atop Kai’s head, depositing a kiss.

Kai’s face burned, and he tried to shake that kiss, that mouth away. Alas, it only made him stumble upon a rock and lose his balance.

Again, he would have fallen if not for the Tauren helping him, but there were laughs. People were laughing at him all around.

Kai’s eyes looked left, noticing more Worgens. Vulperas, too. And Sauroks. Hozens. Taurens. Even a few more species he’d not seen yet on his travels outside his homeland. But they formed a large bunch, pointing fingers at him while drinking on tables that were… posted outside… Wait. On a large place?

“Poor little fox. You’re making it so old Tahu won’t have a turn with you.”

Kai assumed Tahu was the Tauren himself, with his touch, caresses, and strokes that were making Kai’s fur puff up and his body tense up.

He turned, his eyes locking with the old Tauren. Sure, his world was spinning and swirling, but he could, with enough focus, frown at the Bovine.

“Not with that attitude. The pirates prefer when whores are feisty. I prefer them softer,” replied the Tauren, passing his index against Kai’s cheeks.

A touch, an action that led to Kai, outstretched his neck.

The teeth wanted to sink in, and the blood to rush.

The crowd roared, the mugs clanged, knees were slapped, and uproar reigned.

Yet, the Tauren’s finger remained unarmed, only with the muzzle pressed against the digit. And even then? That digit would be too much to chew off: too meaty, too leathery, too wide.

“Hah. Little fox. They’ll not be tender with you anymore. But that’s how it has been decided,” said the Tauren, not even yanking the finger away.

Kai.

Well, Kai was led to a stage in the center of the place.

The gallows had two gibbets on either side, their ropes still twisted around the mast. However, the main part was occupied by something way different from gibbets, a pillory.

From up close, Kai caught a waft of masculine scent, of cum, of piss, of many fluids, even alcohol.

The floorboard had been cleaned up, but the darker marks, the trails, leading all around the pillory told a whole story about abuse and humiliation.

Much like how the diminutive Vulpera was led onto the stage, almost dragged due to his precarious balance, and pushed to the pillory.

Another Worgen, much smaller and less impressive than Redtooth, was around. His face was covered with a cowl, but his hands, mangy due to the many scars on them, worked to open the pillory’s lock and open it… Then, they stopped for a second.

“He’s too small! Anyone has a chair or a box?” asked the Worgen, his voice high, too high.

“He can sit on my lap instead!” shouted a Tauren in the assembly, too large and clear-coated to be something else.

“Cut to the chase, put him in the brothel!” shouted a Saurok, the teal scales glimmering.

“We can take it! He’s right our size!” laughed someone small, a Vulpera?

Kai’s vision remained blurry as, finally, someone came with a crate, which they positioned by the pillory before Kai was dragged.

He tried to pull on his arms, but with the cuffs, there was little he could do before he had his hands in the slots, and so was his head.

He tried to shout, to cry. But no sound came as the wooden pillory closed over his neck and hands, locking him with his backside presented to whoever was on the scene.

Then, came a silence. Whispers. Tense gaze.

Kai’s eyes danced, only to see a figure stroll. It looked familiar. Redtooth?

He advanced with the swagger of a man in power, his eyes turning, and the crowd recoiling.

Until… He was on the stage, right by Kai.

“Fellows!” he shouted.

The silence came while Kai felt the fingers rush against his posterior, play with his tail. It wasn’t the Tauren’s fingers, but Redtooth. A touch that was almost possessive as the Worgen approached and could be seen, partially. Only his legs could be seen, though Kai had to contort and twist his neck to get a glimpse.

Definitely Redtooth.

“Ain’t a day without a spy coming to fuck us over! Right?!”

“YEAH!” shouted the entire crowd.

Mugs hit the tables, hit one another, even hit someone who roared and fell.

“They took Eudora! They took… Fuck. Who’s that guy from the Cutwater?”

“Gunwald! Boss!”

“They took Gunwald! Feisty bastard! They fucked us over well! But it’s our turn to fuck them over!”

New Quest: Endure the Tide – Endure the Pirates’ wrath

Even with the intoxication, the world swirling, Kai could understand.

That statement meant everything, as he felt somewhat sobered up for a moment. Enough to see the glimmering teeth, the licking tongue, the chuffed expression. And then, to yelp when Redtooth’s clawed hands smacked Kai’s posterior.

“First round’s on me! Let’s have a go with our friend!”

The hand smacked his posterior again, making Kai wince and clench his teeth, with the serrated end pressing against his gums for some.

Yet, even the prickling sensation was nothing compared to the feeling of needles being planted in his needlessly exposed posterior when the Worgen’s hand landed on his posterior once more.

And again. And again.

Each time, the needle-like burn pressed further, grew. And the region’s cold air didn’t help much. It was akin to having ice pressed against a wound. It eased the pain and yet made his body feel much worse. His posterior was much worse while the Worgen continued to unleash smack after smack.

It was… A spanking.

A public spanking, with the crowd snickering and laughing. They drank, even sang a tune at a table, and soon… A chant grew with the same lyrics repeated by the discordant tones, the discordant voices, the discordant pirates.

“And smack! And thwack! And teach him, that littl’ brat!”

Their jolly attitude was much different compared to the assault that was unleashed upon the Vulpera’s posterior.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Redtooth’s hits followed the tune, sometimes hastening, sometimes slowing, depending on which voice had taken the lead.

Slow with the Taurens, faster with a Vulpera.

It was a parody, a mockery. And through this, Kai’s posterior was definitely burning.

It hurt, and yet the smacks continued. They hit, collected their due, making the searing burn go deeper along his cheeks. On the glutes, even the thighs.

It had started with a burn in the middle, but now it was spreading everywhere; right to the tail as it swayed to defend the posterior, only to be yanked away, and for three hits to be delivered.

Even the inside of his buttcheeks, where his asshole was nestled, was burning, too.

A pain, a suffering, a torture that even the harshest training couldn’t compare to.

Sure, he’d been sore to the point of being unable to move, the body wrecked by pain. But this was different, as it focused on his posterior, which was starting to numb. And amplified by the humiliation as the pirates’ roars grew, and so did their excitement.

The hands were going to their groins, their pants, some even pulling their pants down to grab their genitals.

Steadily, the ambience was changing, too. The couples grew closer; the air grew hotter. The scent of desire and lust filled Kai’s harsh and weeping breaths.

And then, as his eyes started to water, he noticed people going at it… Fucking or masturbating.

He would have shouted. He would have voiced his curiosity and disgust all the same. But nothing came if not that whistling and the silent gargle.

He was crying.

Redtooth’s hands were restless, and though they had to be hurting, they kept unleashing the assault until the flesh underneath the fur was red and then covered with bruises. Until the posterior itself was a wreck of pain. Of numbness that was even creeping upon his back, back, and legs that would have dropped if not for the pillory and the crate.

“Aint cute! Look at that brave adventurer! Not all so mighty?!” shouted Redtooth.

“Not at all!” “What a wimp!” “A shame!” “Break him!”

The uproar continued, with the groaning crowd even spitting around, many of them… Until Kai felt a hand stroke his head, and then fingers stroke his cheeks.

No more hits. No more smacks. A silence as the Vulpera huffed and swallowed his saliva in harsh breaths, his body trembling.

“Ye took it well for a stupid adventurer. Gotta praise ya. But the fun begins.”

Kai would have spat or replied with a witty comment.

Instead, his head dangled forward, almost meeting the chains holding his wrists joined. And then… He looked at the floor. At the dark traces. Right before something sharp, painful, and burning planted between his buttcheeks.

It was but a finger, a simple finger. But after the abuse and spanking he’d taken, the Vulpera felt that finger like an intrusive presence. Like a burn. No, worse, like a burning rod that was to press against his cheeks.

Right before something was splashed onto the rim, it worsened it all.

It reeked. Alcohol.

Someone was pouring alcohol onto his posterior, covering it all with that sleek liquid before that same alcohol, coating the fingers, went onto Kai’s buttcheeks. The sensation was definitely another burn, though this one felt somehow colder. And sharper.

Numb were his buttcheeks, stabbed was his posterior as he hissed… And craned his neck.

“Terrible, right? That’s how we teach adventurers like ye how we do, here,” said Redtooth.

The finger, everything at once, then pressed against the Vulpera’s virgin rim. It forced itself onto the wrinkled entrance, rubbing and stroking it.

The clawed finger danced upon the orifice, circling… And then, when Kai could feel, could sense a hint of air stroking his back entrance.

He cried in silence.

Redtooth’s finger was inside, penetrating his asshole, stretching and widening it.

Kai’s eyes widened, and the whistling grew stronger than before. So strong, his chest almost dropped while everything, his entire breath was spent in a silent cry. Then, his head dropped.

His head dropped while his ragged breath continued, and the digit was inserted within, but not gently. Another was soon to press itself against the entrance and… Without much more preparation, the second finger was in.

Midst all this, it was… Pure pain.

The numbness of his posterior, the raw spanking, was but a note, now, for Kai’s mind. Nothing could compare to the itch and burn of his asshole being penetrated. And the humiliation that came. And the laughter. The roars from the pirates, who were not surprised.

It was something they’d been planning to see. No, something they were eager to see as they admired the pain and hurt on Kai’s face, cheered when Redtooth inserted a third finger and made the Vulpera visibly tremble from the intrusion.

Kai’s cheeks were wet, with the tears running onto his cheeks and the muzzle, while he could sense the trituration. Redtooth’s fingers squeezed themselves deeper inside him until they touched something. Then, they began to stroke and titillate.

Something that, through enough touch, was feeling a tiny bit pleasant. But nothing that could equate or oppose the sheer pain and dissatisfaction the Vulpera felt.

Nor could it make him feel better about the cuffs, the cage, the muzzle, or the whole public ‘execution’ in the form of a humiliation.

He gasped again when a fourth pressed against his back entrance, poking it.

“Ah… That hole will be divine!” shouted Redtooth, answered by the cries.

By then, the public had devolved into an orgy.

Some were kissing, getting close… A few more were outright fucking and penetrating one another, with a few tables covered with men who were railed.

Yet, a line was forming: pirates expecting to have a turn with the Vulpera. Men who were so busy stroking their groins while Redtooth’s digits went further and… A fourth was inside, a fourth finger, a pain that was… Intrusive, and impossible to chase, even with his chi.

“Go on, try it,” said Redtooth. “Try to use your abilities before we all have a turn with you. You wanna take a hit at us. I can feel it. Do it.”

How would he know?

Still, Kai closed his eyes and reached for the energy inside, for that well of power. Corrupted, modified, and poisoned by the beverages he’d indulged in before. All that Chi, all that raw power that meant nothing if unused.

And meant… Poison as he drank from it.

New effect: Piss drunk x7

Kai’s vision blurred entirely. His world swayed and twisted and turned. His vision, cleared by the times and his body at work, became a blur. Once more, he could feel the levity of alcohol… He could sense his body relaxing, down to his legs, to his asshole.

And the pain, the terrible pain that had been plaguing him? It was gone. Or felt as such. Lessened, removed, allowing him to breathe, to relax, to sense the digits running into his asshole before Redtooth yanked it and left the gaping asshole alone.

“Finally! We got him ready! Boys! Yer turn!”

Redtooth stepped away, his movements heavy.

But somewhere, somehow, something even heavier approached. Perhaps it was an armor? Or a bigger Worgen?

Either way, cold hands landed on Kai’s posterior, brushing and stroking the fur while a hiss came from behind. And a chuckle.

“He’ssss perfect!”

And then, much like the cold fingers stroking his numbed back… Kai sensed something lukewarm pressed against his orifice.

Lukewarm, sticky, coated. And dripping.

There was no doubt; it was a male. Perhaps a Saurok?

Either way, Kai pulled again from the well, pulling away from the shame.

**New Effect: Piss drunk x12

New Effect: Completely intoxicated!

New Effect: Relaxed body

New Effect: Experience Penalty**

The pain?

It was gone. Same with the worries, the fear, the sorrow.

All was gone, drowned in the sensation of drunkenness after Kai took from the well.

His traits relaxed, his jaw dropped, though the muzzle kept it locked.

His eyes rolled as he sensed that cock delve into his asshole, or felt the nudge inside, without all the pain. In fact, a little more and he wouldn’t have felt that cock penetrating him.

He would not have felt the fingers stroking the fur, brushing it, pulling and rubbing those abused buns.

He would have felt nothing except a blissful oblivion as, behind him, the Saurok huffed and grunted.

The Pirate was at work, huffing, grunting, even bending over Kai’s back while he pummeled the Vulpera’s guts. He hit, smacked, his thighs met with Kai’s.

But all the suffering, down to the Vulpera’s nuts being hit, was reduced to almost nothing to a tingling sensation between his legs.

And Kai… Felt better, something. The inhibitions were gone, and he could finally start to experience something: pleasure.

It was but a note, again.

But as that cock penetrated him, rubbed against the spot Redtooth had found, the Vulpera felt a tinge of pleasure. Of satisfaction midst the oblivion.

A sensation grew as his mind, drifting, was captivated by it.

How could he still sense it? Was it what he experienced or the poison? Was it… him?

Was it his? His body answering that way?

Kai’s eyes rolled further, the vision getting worse. He could hardly make out the difference between the sky and the solid ground. All twisted, all turned, all rolled into one until he closed his eyes and… Sensed it.

The liquid. Warm, but not searing. Dense, but not heavy. Sticky, but not disgustingly so.

It flooded, it advanced, it pushed against the Vulpera’s guts until it was done moving, until nothing else could be pumped inside him.

“Aw yisss! That hole issss great!” shouted the Saurok, pulling out and leaving Kai’s asshole bereft.

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Brinescale – Reputation increased by 50

In his state. In that moment, Kai closed himself to everything but… That pleasure.

That craving that could only be satisfied when another man was presenting his cock to his asshole.

Warm, sticky, heavy. Again, another cock. Though that one was smaller, shorter, and perhaps stubbier.

Either way, even a smaller dick reached the spot easily and had Kai’s body relaxing. Had him practically dropping still and expecting, while the smaller and furred male pummeled his ass.

It had to be another Vulpera, someone who’d left Vol’dun and joined the pirates.

Either way, that tiny male wasn’t lacking in stamina and desire because, even leaning over the Monk, he was hitting and smacking the muscular cheeks.

Their thighs clapped, their bodies almost united with the Pirate’s arms wrapping around Kai… And so came, without surprise, the orgasm. The huff, the ejaculation. The pleasure.

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Padfoot – Reputation increased by 50

The Vulpera pulled out, leaving behind a gaping and aching asshole. Leaving behind the orifice as it winked back at whoever was behind.

It didn’t end, however, with that Vulpera.

This time, it was a Worgen. The knot was obscene, massive, absurdly wide. And it smacked, hit, and smashed against the Vulpera’s asshole, stretching it and pushing the orifice to the limit.

Yet, Kai pulled from the well of chi as he could sense the burn.

New Effect: Piss Drunk x11

Each time the effect of the alcohol lessened, of that poison in his veins, Kai pulled back.

His eyes rolled, his pain lessened. And even his pleasure heightened as he sensed the pummeling on his prostate had the desired effect: his groin was growing warmer.

And much faster than the pain and soreness returned to him.

A pleasure, a heat, a warmth that had started at the base of his cock but was to grow with each second. That was to increase as the Worgen behind Kai howled, bending over, and filled him.

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Plankrunner – Reputation increased by 50

Once more, Kai’s asshole was left. The orifice gaping and dripping, with cum oozing all over the Vulpera’s cinched scrotum before it dropped on the floor, coalescing into a puddle that covered where the sullied wood had been.

Cum… They were cumming. They were pounding him, stuffing him. Abusing him. They were a line of groaning and grunting people, from all the races. Even the Quillboars were at the party, despite their xenophobic attitude.

They, too, grunted and huffed the same while pounding the Vulpera’s bottom.

And each time, they left his hole dripping, oozing, and his belly heavier.

**Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Clubber – Reputation increased by 50

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Buccanner – Reputation increased by 50

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Crusher – Reputation increased by 50**

Kai could also feel his body warming up on the front.

That orgasm was growing near; he could sense it. The growth, the warmth, the heaviness in his groin.

Even in his drunken state, he couldn’t deny it. His body was… feeling it.

An orgasm. Coming close. Closer. Closer with each abuse.

**Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Clubber – Reputation increased by 50

New Effect: Piss Drunk x13

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Buccanner – Reputation increased by 50

New Effect: Piss Drunk x11

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Crusher – Reputation increased by 50

New Effect: Piss Drunk x14**

Each time, the pain returned, he reached and felt his body drift further.

Each time, he sensed his orgasm slipping away from him, his genitals felt much needier.

Each time, that crescendo of pleasure grew faster, stronger than before. Something he couldn’t ignore anymore… Something he couldn’t push as he huffed in his mask and…

Came.

Three shots. Nothing more.

Three little trails that landed on the sullied marks, covering them. He wasn’t the first broken that way. But… It didn’t matter as he gasped for air, his eyes rolling, and felt something. Hands…

Claws undid the straps, removed it, and revealed his mouth, and the slew of saliva dripping from it. Saliva that was flooding, practically like a fountain, as Kai raised his head, and had it sway left until a hand gripped it.

“Not so bad, adventurer. How does it feel? Being fucked by my crew?”

Redtooth’s voice.

“No… Not.”

Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Thief – Reputation increased by 50

“Not what?”

“Not… Not…. No,” repeated Kai, slurring.

And slurring even as he looked at something below. Something red. And massive. And powerful. Something that was knotted and musky and yet… Dripping with fluids.

He closed his mouth, forced his jaw, but the jaw dropped, and that thing was ushered inside, his tongue tasting the salty flavor.

His mouth was sloppy, and so were his reflexes. Even as he tried to close his teeth on the flesh, his focus slipped at the last moment.

And… There was again that pleasure growing, much like the bump in his belly. Kai could feel the weight growing, the pressure in his guts, the tension of all the men surrounding him, as many were now drunk and singing.

Some had rolled. But many more had joined the queue for a moment with his ass. His eyes could make that out before he reached again.

For why?

It wasn’t hurting.

Even when those thighs smacked against his, when his cheeks were clapped, he wasn’t feeling it. He was inured or too gone for that. Yet… He was still reaching for Oblivion, for peace.

For that delight. For that bliss, even when his mouth was fucked by Redtooth’s knotted dick.

When his cheeks were bloated and filled with sticky, salty precum.

**Kai satisfied Bilge Rat Breaker – Reputation increased by 50

New Effect: Piss drunk x16

New Effect: Level Drain**

Perhaps it was bad. Maybe it was terrible.

Perhaps that little voice in the back of his head, telling him not to drink anymore, not to pull anymore, was right. But Kai couldn’t care less.

The corners of his lips were curled, his mind adrift. And the sensation of another orgasm, another warmth, was pressing on him.

He… Wanted it. He wanted more. And even if Redtooth was fucking his mouth, smashing his bleeding nose with that knot, it was too good to pass. So good to appreciate it.

So good, as he could sense something different from the precum. Saltier, heavier, but more flavorful.

“What a hole!”

**Kai satisfied Redtooth – Reputation increased by 200

Kai is now Neutral with the Pirates of Freehold**