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Lopestown (As Russell decided to call their growing village in honor of the man that captured his heart when he first arrived in this world.) exploded in growth once Greg's father received word of Russell's cooperation. More knights traveled from the poorer parts of Mimid in hopes of earning their fortune, and their willing hands (among other appendages) went to work immediately. Durz used the influx of workers to build far more elaborate housing, and before long, the city grew nearly to the forest's edge, littered with multiple-story homes.

Gregluin and his small band of men trained newcomers in self-defense, and every few weeks, they liberated another slave camp, adding to the already bustling population. His volunteer band grew by the day and started to resemble a country's military in their efficiency. Their prowess was legendary, and more often than not, slavers would flee rather than risk their wrath. Throughout battle after battle, his golden avian husband hung on his arm.

Luminos forced Greg to take him along on raids, and he proved to be a menace with a spear, using his ability to fly to scout for the rest. His golden feathers cut a heroic figure while he rained down hell on oppressors from the skies, soaking up the attention from grateful prisoners with a puffed chest and cheery bravado. No one minded his braggadocious ways, and he became something of a mascot for their forces.

The former captives would arrive in wagons pulled by volunteers (Often led by Hugh's panting but cheery self) and immediately receive a warm bath and Ko's gentle care. Ko wasn't alone in his healing. A group of apprentices recruited from among former miners joined him in his efforts, and several of them even elected to learn cooking from the talented tanuki. Soon enough, they were cheerfully one-upping each other, trying to create the tastiest dishes. Russell was more than happy to import new ingredients, and seeing their smiling faces as they constructed new and exciting foods for the community warmed his heart.

Grom brought friends from his mercenary guild to support him with guard duty. Their raucous laughter and crude jokes proved to be a hit among the citizens, and some monsters learned Common simply so they could understand their drunken songs more easily. Their battle-hardened muscles and easy companionship meant no shortage of monstrous men willing to entertain them in their downtime, and they ardently guarded the growing town in return.

Treant's wish for alcohol came true with the mercenary's presence, and he spent most of his time among the veteran soldiers, the top of a bottle of wine between his lips and a human cock stuffed up his ass, as happy as anyone could ever be. His ever-present supply of herbal drugs was a boon for tired workers, and he was always on the lookout for more creative ways to relax. Bar games were a favorite, and he would often play them with his ass as the prize for the lucky winner.

Ashix proved to be a draw of his own. Visiting adventurers, upon seeing his smooth muscles, wanted to work on their own, and with Brigirth's help, he created a variety of weights and equipment to help others reach their goals. Ever-present, his demonic friend provided distractions during downtime. Many of Ashix's visitors ended up sandwiched between the two, their sweaty bodies tied and used to the delight of everyone involved. Leg work wasn't the only reason that most of them walked like newborn deer on the way out of the snake-man's gym.

Among the population, there was quite a selection of magical talent. Nimei provided his services to anyone that proved their worth to him and taught them how to use their innate powers. His endurance training, however, was likely a sham. He claimed it was a way to "commune with the aether and align your inner energies,' but it was clear that it was simply a way for him to trick unsuspecting men into creaming his tight posterior. It seemed innocent enough, and none of his clients ever complained about the treatment, while Peak got to have his fun after they finished. Whatever the case, under his tutelage, their mage population grew exponentially.

Brigirth was busy night and day, and he was a talented teacher in his own right. Though his students couldn't create the awe-inspiring masterpieces he was capable of, they shaped ore into more than passable equipment. Their plainer creations provided a cheaper alternative to Brigirth's, and their simple designs made them popular among people with less disposable income. With the increased workload, his forge needed to expand, and soon it was the largest building in all of Lopestown. A glance within its spacious halls would usually provide one with an eyeful of a flagging dragon tail, one of his apprentices buried deep in his ass while he leaned over his work and explained, step by step, how to reproduce it.

Buck was a talented tracker and hunter. His forays into nearby terrain always resulted in him dragging back massive feral monsters for Ko to butcher and use in his culinary pursuits. He was a solitary person but always seemed to make time for anyone that needed him. In particular, he and Grom spent the most time together, and Russell could see a hint of attraction in his eyes when their security discussions inevitably drifted into a comfortable silence. While the rabbitman seemed quite shy, the mercenary's hands were never far from his fuzzy rear, and their kissing made Russell and Lope look frigid. It was only a matter of time before they took the next step.

A year had come and gone before Russell knew it, and autumn was in its final stages. His little village had blossomed into a full-fledged city. Their quality of life was better than even the most affluent royalty, with improvised indoor plumbing and many more modern comforts that, without his intervention, would have taken hundreds of years for this world to develop on its own. All of their hard work seemed worth it when he looked around. All around him, Humans and monsters alike, with smiles on their faces and arms around each other, brought a warm fuzzy feeling to his chest.

Russell's dream for a better life had come true, and every day more grateful men (and the occasional woman, though for some reason they never wanted to stay, stating that the town smelled off to them.) joined the mixed population of the prosperous city. Lope stayed at his side through it all, and their love only grew, though they would freely share it with anyone that asked. He felt at ease with the werewolf nearby, and Lope seemed happiest when he could touch his favorite human.

Life was perfect until it wasn't. After learning of his son's engagement to a monster, Greg's father, the king of Mimid, marched on Lopestown with his royal guard. He arrived at the city's outskirts just as winter began, dressed in a set of Brigirth's armor. Piercing, intelligent eyes stared down the welcoming party from a gaunt, sickly face. Anger was plain across his face, and Greg shrank back from his fury.

"Gregluin. What is this nonsense? An engagement? Your duty is to your country. You can not marry a commoner, let alone one incapable of bearing an heir." He berated his crestfallen son. "You will return to the castle at once." Parental desires to disregard their child's feelings were the same in this world as his own, Russell supposed. He wanted to step forward, to defend the man he'd come to know as a good friend, but the golden rustle of feathers behind Greg gave him pause.

Greg seemed torn between his family and his lover and stepped forward. Stopped by a steadying golden, feathered hand on his arm, he stood his ground, clutching that hand with his own. Luminos smiled at him and took his place, puffing up his chest feathers in indignation. Bright feathers shielded his lover from the king's wrath, and his slight stature seemed more imposing than it had ever been.

"Your Majesty. I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances." Luminos was as polite as Russell had ever seen him, and he bowed before the mounted king, but his tone held a knife-like edge. "I love your son. I didn't mean to fall in love with him, but his selflessness drew me to him." He took a deep breath, bringing Luminos's hand to his chest, over his heart. "He's seen me at my most vulnerable, and when he heard me pour my heart out, he risked his life to make me happy." He smiled at the blushing human at his side. "And quite frankly, it doesn't matter if you approve of our relationship. I refuse to let him go. It doesn't matter what you say or do. We _are _going to be together." Crimson eyes flashed. If that pointed gaze were a weapon, Russell was sure the king would be bleeding by now.

Greg's jaw dropped, and he looked from the phoenix to his father, seemingly unsure of what to do, and his confusion only grew as the king began to laugh. He peeked out from behind his confident lover, his mannerisms calling to mind a confused child.

The gaunt king chuckled heartily, his laughter trailing into a cough. "You've got courage in spades, young man. You remind me of Gregluin's late mother. She always knew how to put me in my place." He trailed off with a faraway look in his eyes, then shook his head. "Does this lovely young man speak for you, son?" He turned his attention to the flabbergasted prince. It seemed he was warming to the idea of their engagement.

Greg gulped, steadying himself as Luminos's arm slipped around his waist. "Yes, he does. He's the most beautiful person I've ever met, and when I'm with him, it feels as if my stomach will fall through the floor. His happiness is mine. Losing him would be like losing my soul." He returned the embrace, and as Luminos's head leaned against his neck, Russell could see the king's face soften. It seemed even royalty could recognize true love.

The king sighed. He gripped his nose with two fingers, closing his eyes in thought. "I suppose I won't be able to change your mind. And having a lovesick man in charge of the country when I die would only invite ruin..." He stroked his beard, a thoughtful expression written across his features. "Alright. You two have my blessing." His eyes opened, and a fatherly smile looked upon the excitement dawning on his son's face. His hands clapped together with an air of finality. "Treat each other well. Your younger siblings can take over the throne."

The king's business didn't conclude with just this heartwarming conversation, and he turned his weary eyes to Russell. "Boy. I need to speak with you somewhere private." He waved away his guards and stepped down from his regal mount with shaking legs. His expression brooked no argument, and Russell stepped forward to support his trembling frame. Distressingly light, with papery skin, the king seemed as if he would turn to dust in the chilly autumn air.

Russell thought it cruel to keep the shaky man outside for their discussions, leading him to Durz's steam rooms instead. Far away from late autumn's moist chill, the king seemed to relax in the pleasant heat, and his cough grew less pronounced. He looked around in amazement, staring at the heating mechanism in the center of the room. Greg's observations must have been truthful; they didn't have anything similar in Mimid.

The king cleared his throat once he noticed Russell's expectant gaze. "Apologies. Just a bit of jealousy. My palace has nothing close to this level of luxury." He straightened his back and continued, "I'm sure you're aware of the orcish lands currently growing to the north? Soon they will cut off my country from this place. I fear when that happens, an invasion will be next. I know you have a special talent with monsters, so I would respectfully ask for your help in dealing with their leadership." He leaned back against the wall, opening his shirt's buttons to revel in the steaming comfort. "In addition to this little request, I would like to issue a warning. I know that my son has been aiding you in freeing captive workers, and while I have no issue with following suit in my country, my spies tell me that this country is far less happy with your exploits. If you wish to continue this admittedly idyllic existence, you will likely have to fight for it." His eyes closed, and a snore rose from his wasted chest. He was asleep.

The king's stay lasted several more days, and strangely, it seemed as if he fell in love with Lopestown nearly as fast as his son had. Under Ko's tender medicinal care, his sickly pallor had improved, and according to Greg, he was eating far more than he ever did at home. He seemed particularly interested in their magically enhanced comforts, and Russell served as a translator between him and Brigirth to discuss their inner workings. By the time he was ready to leave, he had several bags full of blueprints for plumbing and heating apparatuses, several recipes from Ko's favorites, and a small sack of medicine courtesy of the fatherly tanuki.

His majesty waved heartily from horseback, calling out in a voice with far more vigor. "Thank you for your hospitality! Take care of Gregluin!" He wheeled his horse and, with a pleased smile, started down the path to Mimid at a fast trot, surprising his guards, who hurried to follow him. Russell hoped his recovery continued. He had no way of knowing if Greg's siblings would be near as cooperative, and he would need every ally he could get.

With his departure, Russell pondered his warnings. He had no way of knowing when Prilia (the country that Lopestown lay on the edge of.) would invade, but perhaps he could deal with their other problem. He would set out for orcish lands the next day, but first, he had to convene with Durz. It was foolish to step into potentially hostile territory without a plan, even if his unique talents would likely keep him safe.

He found Durz's fat green ass resting among several fallen logs. Interactions with the greedy bottom were never simply friendly, and Russell soon felt those soft green lips kissing reverently over his balls, his thick wool pants around his ankles in the crisp autumn air. Sighing, he relaxed into Durz's oral attention, his arm around Lope's waist and his hand softly stroking the werewolf's cock. As much as he wanted to be annoyed at the orc's erotic antics, the pleasure radiating from his groin was nostalgic. He was reminded of their simpler days, living among the trees and exploring each other's bodies. Durz was far busier lately, and their meetings weren't as in-depth as they used to be.

Durz seemed lost in thought as he bathed the human's throbbing spire in thick, steaming orc drool. Kissing away the pre dewing his tip, he murmured. "My old stomping grounds, huh? I could guide you to the warchief. It's been long enough that I'm sure I won't be killed on sight by a mob of angry wives." He smirked, and as though he were showing off what chased him from his home, he slid down Russell's length until the tip of his tongue was softly lapping at the human's smooth pink balls, his entire shaft buried in that plush maw to the hilt. Fuck, he knew how to work a cock.

Russell resisted the urge to thrust, his free hand softly running through the orc's well-groomed braided hair. He knew that the orc loved to take his time, and any impatience would provoke him into teasing him mercilessly. Blue eyes always looked so innocent when the orc had his mouth filled, and his soft green lips looked pleasantly perverse as they slid up and down Russell's turgid dick. Best cocksucker in Lopestown. No contest.

Lope's cock throbbed under his softly stroking fingers, and he swiped his thumb over the tip to coat the shaft in its sticky ooze, his hand growing wet enough to provoke soft growls of need from the wolf's closed mouth. Lope had changed over the past year. Where long ago he would have mounted Russell after a bare minimum of teasing, he was learning to take his time and enjoy himself thoroughly. He pressed closer, and Russell shuddered as the werewolf's cock lightly slid against his own, kissing its tip against Durz's busy lips.

The cock drunk orc pulled off of Russell's member in favor of Lope's drooling shaft, and Russell removed his hand as that hungry maw slid down the wolfman's cock to the hilt. A thick emerald finger snuck past the wolf's anal defenses while the orc deepthroated Lope's massive cock, and the wolf let out a soft whimper, his tail raising. Mixed drool and cockslime rolled down the orc's chin, and his ministrations grew wetter, lewd slurping sounds echoing off the nearby trees. His ass wobbled behind him with each dip of his head.

That softly glistening emerald ass called to Russell, and he abandoned the orc's front to kneel behind its majestic rounded cheeks. Reverent hands spread those perfect orbs, his fingers digging into their bouncy splendor as a wave of pure masculine musk bathed his nose. An emerald donut winked at him, lined with thick, dark hair and puffy with constant use, and he leaned in with an indulgent sniff. Earthy musk filled his senses, and he could feel himself start to drool as he followed a trail of sweat up from the orc's plump, hairy perineum to that soft donut. Swiping his tongue over the entire expanse from cheek to cheek, he worshipped that ass with painstakingly slow licks. Once the orc's ass glistened with his drool, he focused on that softly pulsing pucker, his lips wrapping around it and his insistent tongue prying at the center until, with a muffled groan, the orc let his tongue inside. Sweeping licks bathed those inner walls in affection, and Russell could feel the orc beginning to shake when he found the squishy, rounded nub of his prostate.

"Fuck. No more. Just fuck me." Words seemed to fail the orc, and he pulled off Lope's cock, looking back with a hunger that Russell hadn't seen since the orc coaxed Hugh into turning his ass inside out. Precum stained his lips and dripped down his chin, and his cock throbbed under him, untouched. Pure need radiated from every inch of the orc, and his ass clenched in a beautifully desperate attempt to demand penetration.

Russell grinned. He knew what the orc needed, and he wouldn't deny the big green cumslut his due. He called Lope over, rolling their cocks together in a silky frot before he slapped that fat green ass, admiring the clench of that slightly gaping, puffy hole. The orc started to pant as their cocks squished wetly against his entrance, and Russell felt himself grow harder at the wanton sight.

Desperate for his ass to be filled, the orc rested his hands on Russell's shoulders, carefully lowering himself onto the slippery cocks. His eyes glazed over as he felt himself stretch around those mismatched cocks, and before long, he was bouncing that fat ass with wild abandon, his mammoth cock nearly slapping Russell in the chin with wet spurts of pre. His lips parted, and his tongue slid across his lips to lap at the cockslime dangling there.

Slippery, lewdly squelching thrusts filled the air. Russell could feel his cock sliding against his lupine lover's within that clutching hole, adding another layer of stimulation to their slick penetration. Balls grew slick with slimy pre, and he bit his lower lip as he felt the warm, sloppy grind of the wolf's productive orbs against his own. Sharing with Lope always felt right, and the human wished his lips could reach the panting wolf to capture his mouth in a kiss. Instead, he reached out to hold the wolf's hand, gripping it softly with each pulse of his member.

Tight, clenching, and silken, the orc's tunnel was far more stimulating with a partner, and Russell felt his climax approach within minutes of the crazed orc's first stroke. He slapped the orc's ass, goading him to slam his hips down. One final, earthshaking slam and the human's cock erupted, joined by Lope's thicker, more voluminous release. He bit down on Durz's bouncing pec, and as his tongue worked that hardened nipple, he felt the orc's cock fire off against his chest, soaking him in orc batter.

Durz was limp, with a goofy smile on his face. Russell reached up to play with those soft lips with two fingers, then slid them into the man's mouth for him to suck, enjoying the yielding wetness around his fingers. "Good slut." He praised the needy orc as his cock slid from those slackening depths, raising his head to meet Durz's mouth in a greedy kiss. Welcoming and pliable, his lips accepted the human's tongue, his arms sliding around Russell's shoulders. Pillowy lips vibrated with a groan while the human nipped at them, and Russell could taste the combined taste of he and Lope's cocks on the orc's togue.

Durz spent the night in Lope's cave with his old friends, his plush, drooling lips demanding more sloppy affection. None of them slept much, but the orc's greedy tongue and demanding hole received as much seed as they could ever desire.

When morning reared its head, his lips were wrapped around Lope's soft cock, coaxing a flaccid orgasm from his uncooperative member. With his final treat swallowed, he collapsed on the bed, panting hard between the human and werewolf. Thankfully there was a short window before they needed to set off, and the three lovers snuggled into each other in the soft glow of the morning sun. Russell buried his face in the sweating orc's underarm, reveling in his scent and pleasant heat as he dozed off.

Groggy and sticky, they plodded to the waiting minotaur. If they wanted to reach the orcish warchief within the week, they needed to leave before noon, but still, Russell was a bit annoyed. He hadn't gotten out of bed before noon since he came to this world. He was used to lazily snuggling with Lope until something forced them to get up. It was a necessary evil, though, and as he climbed into the wagon, he rested his head on Lope's lap, burying his face in musky balls with a yawn. Surely he could nap during their trip. Hugh was capable enough, and if he got lost, he just had to ask Durz to point him in the right direction.

Lope's package made a good pillow, and Russell dozed with his comforting musk filling his senses, the wolfman's piss slit resting against his cheek. Heartbeats pulsed through that flaccid cock, and Russell pressed a soft kiss to its underside, provoking a grumble from the half-awake wolf. The wolf's relaxed face was his last sight before his eyes fluttered closed, and he was dead to the world.

In what seemed like seconds, it was nightfall. The wagon had stopped for the night, and as he sat up, he felt a slimy pre-stain smeared across his cheek. The snoring wolf was erect in his sleep, dripping and throbbing along with his slow breaths. He smiled, giving that big lupine cock a loving kiss, right on its goo-coated helmet, and his werewolf lover's cheek a caress before he stepped out of the wagon to stretch his legs. Usually, he would take care of that troublesome hardness for him, but he thought the wolf deserved his rest.

Durz slept near the fire with his sweat-covered rump turned to the fire, his hole puffy and on display. No doubt he was sleeping like that on purpose in hopes that someone would take advantage. Russell debated sinking his cock into that glistening hole, adjusting himself within his pants, but a soft snort alerted him to Hugh's presence on the other side of the camp.

The minotaur was munching away at something, and as Russell walked over, he held out a handful of dried fruits, a companionable smile on his face. How did someone so large always manage to be adorable? Even without words, the minotaur could always bring a smile to Russell's face with his innocent antics. He took the offered treat and climbed onto the massive man's lap, perching on his tree-trunk thick thigh. The fruit tasted like a mixture of bananas and honey, and he finished it in moments. Why was everything in this world so delicious? The men, the food, everything.

Gentle hands pulled him back against the minotaur's chest, and Hugh lifted him to rest between bouncing bovine pecs, facing the minotaur's kind eyes. A slippery tongue slid out of the minotaur's mouth and rolled against Russell's cheek. The affection Hugh held for him was always heartwarming, and he leaned in to press his lips to Hugh's, sharing a tender, if mismatched, moment. He was less demanding than Lope and less needy than Durz, but his mouth was heavenly, tasting vaguely sweet and coaxing the human's tongue into a gentle suck.

Russell sighed, one hand massaging the minotaur's cheek while he felt the bovine man's quickened heartbeat pounding against his stomach. "Oh, Hugh. What would I do without you? You've helped all of us so much." He kissed the minotaur's cheek, drawing a wordless sigh from the mute man. His fingers played with the minotaur's lower lip, and he felt his cock throb hard against the minotaur's chest as that impossibly soft tongue rolled against his fingers. Drooling bovine lips were always willing to accept his play, and the bull's eyes drifted closed while he lost himself in the submissive suckle.

Hugh's breath quickened against Russell's front, and as he sucked at those exploring fingers more insistently, Russell noticed his free hand wandering down the back of his pants. It seemed the big guy was craving something in his rear. The idea of that powerful, bouncing rear laid bare for his pleasure made Russell's mouth water, and he slid from his perch on the minotaur's arm, landing with a soft thud. Hugh deserved a reward for all his hard work, and Russell knew what it should be.

Hugh's mammoth bulge twitched as Russell asked him to roll over onto his stomach, and as his massive rump came into view, the human's mouth watered. Meaty yet plush, his beautiful butt filled out his specialty loincloth perfectly, and as Russell reached out, his legs spread further, inviting him closer. Bovine musk, sweet and alluring, drifted from that moist valley while the human slowly lowered the back of his only garment. Sweetly clenching between those mammoth cheeks was a donut-like pucker, glistening in the firelight and visibly tight.

Russell couldn't resist that alluring sight. He leaned forward and buried his nose in the minotaur's hole, taking deep sniffs that made the minotaur's body quake with pent-up desire. Hugh's hole was nearly half the size of the lewd human's face, and as his tongue darted out to roll over its crinkled entrance, Russell could see the minotaur's soft cock grow moist with desire. Lavishing that sweet virgin hole with kisses and sweeping licks, he realized that Hugh's cock remained flaccid with only the head slipping from the mouth of his sheath, though he was leaking a thin stream of precum in time with every clench of his ass. Anal must have been too much for the poor guy's manhood to bear. Still, the submissive shakes of that rump and his drooling desire made it clear that he wanted more.

Russell was happy to oblige the needy minotaur, and he buried his face in that perfect donut, feeling its juicy, pillowy glory all around his mouth as he pried open that tight crinkle with his tongue. Teeth playfully tugged at the juicy hole, and before long, fingers joined his tongue within the bovine's slippery depths. Four fingers slid in with barely a stretch, and he marveled at how the clenching hole remained tight despite its larger size. His other hand soon joined the first, and a lewd, steaming sight greeted him as they gripped either side of that clenching donut, prying the hole open with gentle hands. Clenching needily and glistening in the crisp air, the minotaur's pink inner walls were deliciously at odds with his ebony hole.

Russell's cock was inadequate for the minotaur's slippery hole, but as he pulled at that donut with gentle hands, feeling it resist and snap shut, he had a better idea. He curled his fingers inward, slowly sliding his arm past that yielding donut. Clenching strokes of Hugh's inner muscles massaged his arm with steaming heat, and he didn't stop until his elbow slid past that ebony donut.

Hugh squirmed on the foreign sensation, and his bright blue eye stared back at the human, his gaze begging for more. Pliant and squishy, his prostate rolled against Russell's hand, and he marveled at just how large the productive organ was. No wonder the cow's seed was so copious. He felt around the squishy organ, pressing down experimentally on its center. Instantly, the minotaur's innards clenched hard, trapping his arm, and the bull's dangling tip released a thick belch of seed.

Squeezing that massive rump, Russell grinned and began to milk the poor, squirming minotaur with his hand, pressing down on his pillowy prostate with rhythmic squeezes and watching as his soft cock tried its best to release his syrupy spend. Rather than spurts, there was a steady stream of white that grew thicker with each press on his pleasure button until it looked as if the massive flaccid cock was pissing cum.

That clenched donut didn't release Russell's arm until the flow of cum petered off, and the dusty ground was muddy with bull cream. Slowly he pulled his arm from the minotaur's slackened hole, adjusting himself to slide his average cock past that donut. There was no resistance around his cock, and as he ground his hips to roll his cockhead through that soft, twitching hole, he reveled in its sticky warmth.

Hugh was limp, his eyes closed and a silent pant across his face, but he pressed back into each thrust, trying weakly to close his hole and give the human some friction. Silently he moaned, and when he felt the human's cock begin to twitch, soft hands pulled at his ass, spreading his cheeks further as if to beg for Russell's seed. He wouldn't need to wait long. Despite the loose fit, Russell could feel his balls begin to boil.

Russell pulled out until only his tip remained within that slippery hole, and as his orgasm tore through him, he admired the thin layer of glaze that the minotaur's hole took on, using his slippery cockhead to spread his seed over that pulsing donut. Even his hole was cute, clenching as if to kiss the human's cock.