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Aric was tired. His muscles ached. His feet were sore. His bruises were tender. His wounds stung. Despite all of his hardships, he knew things would be alright—the tavern was in sight, and that means that drunkenness was close at hand. Every step was arduous, but with his iron-will, he persevered. There was so much mead and ale to be drunk, and if he was lucky, there might be a maiden or lad he could entertain with his stories of adventure.

The ranger stopped by a puddle on the side of the road to inspect himself. If he wanted to end the night happily, he’d have to look his best. He combed back his dark shoulder-length hair with his fingers. He still looked a bit disheveled from the fight, but he hoped that would work in his favour. His leather armour had been polished that morning, and it still looked fine. He winked at his reflection, his dark eye momentarily disappearing from view. It would be a good night—he just knew it.

There was a heavy smack on his back, and it rattled the arrows left in his quiver. “Hurry, runt! I need a drink,” came the gruff voice of his partner, Culann.

“I’m not a runt!” the ranger protested. That much was true—the man was tall for a human, standing a hair under six feet tall. However, compared to his companion he was perhaps a bit on the runty side. As a Skylosian, Culann stood more than six-and-a-half feet tall, and the hound-man delighted in looking down on Aric. What was even worse for the human man was that as a ranger, he had to keep himself trim and lithe. He was lean, and his muscles were clear to see, but the brutish Culann dwarfed him.

The hound-man’s stout thighs were as thick as both of his put together. Despite the brute’s coat of glossy dark-brown fur, his rippling muscles were always on display—the boor never wore a shirt. All sorts of scars dotted and marked his barrel of a chest. Culann’s arms were thicker than Aric’s own legs, and they were as scarred as his chest was. The hound-man had never met a fight he didn’t like, and he often returned from their quests with a handful of new scars for his collection.

Whenever they went to a tavern, all the wenches and knaves were always drawn to the hound-man’s muscles and scars. On some nights, the hound-man would have shoo away some of them—even his extreme stamina had limits. A night of carousing with Culann consisted of a long cycle of drinking a few strong drinks and taking some lucky lover up to a room.

That reminded Aric of another one of Culann’s annoying attributes. The hound-man was loud in everything he did: he was loud in battle, he was loud at the bars, and he was loud in the sack. They always got separate rooms, but even through the walls, Aric could often hear Culann at work.

As they approached the tavern, Aric asked himself for the hundredth time while he still adventured with the hound-man. Culann was rude, obtuse, loud, vulgar, and a thousand other awful things besides. As he opened the door to the tavern, his coin-purse jingled. That served as his reminder—the hulking hound-man was good for business.

As a pair, they had developed a chemistry in combat that made them an effective duo. Aric might not hold much personal fondness for Culann, but by the gods, the man was a beast in a fight. He could take on many foes at once, and that allowed Aric to pick the rest off at range with his bow. The arrangement had worked well, and they had both made a small fortune so far.

Today’s job had been to deal with a few bandits that had been troubling the road leading into town, and they had completed the job perfectly. Nobody had died, and he and Culann had handed the roughed-up bandits to the sheriff. That had earned them a pile of coins—coins they were fixing to spend on booze.

A merry fire cracked in the tavern’s hearth, and a bard plucked at a lute on a raised platform in a corner. Aric and Culann had travelled all across the land over the past few months, and this tavern was indistinguishable from any of the dozen other taverns they had stayed in. That didn’t matter—as long as there was beer, and pretty people to drink it with, Aric would be happy.

The tavern, the name of which Aric had neglected to make note of, was filled with a number of patrons. A quick scan of the crowd suggested that it was mostly composed of common folk. That was good, though Aric—common folk tended to be infatuated with adventuring types, and it didn’t seem like there was much competition for he or Culann here.

The pair of them approached the bartender, a portly and stout looking older man. “We’d like two rooms,” Aric requested.

“All I have is one double room,” the bartender replied, “One room, two beds.”

Aric frowned. He didn’t want to have to share a room with his erotically inclined travelling companion.

The ranger was about to say something in dissent of the idea when Culann slammed a few coins down and roared, “We’ll take it!”

Aric scowled at the hound-man. “I don’t want to be kept up by you and your lovers.”

The hound-man snickered. “It’s that or the street, runt,” said Culann, turning back to the bartender and ordering them a pair of beers. Aric wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but Culann was right. He sighed. All he could do was hope the hound-man was already tired from their day of adventuring.

He and the hound-man might not agree on much, but they both loved getting drunk after a job well done. With a coin slid across the bar, they were given their two pints of beer at the bar, and with a hearty toast, they both downed their drinks.

Aric smiled as the beer’s buzz fell over him. This would be a good night—he had a good feeling he’d get lucky. He approached a young elven lady. She looked a few years younger than him, perhaps twenty or so.

“I’m Aric, an adventurer,” he started, but the lady walked away from him. Aric scowled. Usually common folk loved to meet an adventurer.

He ordered another beer at the bar and took a swig. The ranger was sure that the next person he talked to would be more receptive.

Aric approached a handsome lad. “I’m an adventurer,” he started but he was rebuffed by the man as he had been by the lady. Aric downed his beer. This might be a long night.

The ranger looked for Culann, hoping the hound-man was having a similarly rough time. Skylosians were not common in this part of the kingdom, which meant that his brown, wolf-like head stood out apart from most people, and it made him easy to spot in a crowd. Aric spotted his partner’s distinctive head…heading for the stairs to the rooms…with a pretty young lady following him. Drat.

Aric took a seat at the bar and ordered another beer. He knew from months of being in taverns with Culann and hearing the hound-man through the walls that he’d be back down in about an hour. He took a sip of his ale. At least the beer here was good.

The ranger turned to the human lady in the seat next to him. She was much older looking than he was, but Aric loved people of all different sorts. “Hello, miss,” he started.

The lady looked him up and down before turning away from him. Aric groaned and turned back to his drink.

Seven Hells! It was never this difficult to get someone to at least talk to him. He turned his attention to the bard. They weren’t bad, for this being a worthless hovel of a town.

He listened to their sweet playing while he kept his eyes on the stairs. Once Culann re-emerged he was going to march up to their room and sleep the night away. Apparently, wasn’t good enough for this town, and he refused to make a further fool of himself.

While he waited he ordered another pair of beers. If he was going to have to wait here, without any lovely companionship, he was going to at least be drunk while he did it. The haze of drunkenness did instill some courage back into him, but every single lad or lady he approached rebuffed him. At this point, he wondered what god or infernal he had offended.

It might have felt like an eternity, but eventually Culann and his lover rejoined the rest of them in the tavern’s main room. The lady was very pretty, even if her hair was a mess, her face flushed, and her dress ajar. Aric had seen this all before—standard stuff for Culann.

The ranger beckoned over his more martially inclined companion.

Culann smirked as he approached the bar, his fangs glinting in the firelight. The rugged warrior didn’t look like he’d even broken a sweat with that damsel. “No luck, runt?” he said, snickering at his partner’s misfortune.

Aric didn’t have the heart to quip back at the hound-man. “I just want to go to bed, hound.”

The Skylosian snickered—a deep rumbling sound. “I’ve only gotten started. So many beauties here to plunder!”

“Not tonight, please? It’s been a long day, and a long night. I need to rest, Culann,” Aric pleaded.

Culann grabbed the mug of ale that the bartender had just poured for Aric and chugged it. Aric was about to raise a fuss, but Culann cut him off. “Fine, but, you owe me, runt.”

Aric breathed a sigh of relief. Culann might be a brute and a beast, but at least he had rare moments of humanity like this. “Let’s get to bed, then. We’ll get back on the road tomorrow,” said Aric, settling up their tab with the bartender.

Culann growled in the affirmative, and as the ranger was getting up, the hound-man pushed his stool back in. For a moment, Culann’s heavy hands brushed against Aric’s rump. The contact left him flushed. It was the most action Aric had gotten all night, but he quickly scurried up the stairs to their room.

The pair of adventures entered their room, and Aric was struck by the cacophony of smells that assaulted him as he entered. The scent of sex mixed with musk was a heavy combination. The ranger felt something stirring within himself. He tugged at his collar—he was feeling warm.

He unslung his bow and quiver, and placed them in the room’s chest. He was feeling warmer now, and the ranger needed to get out of his leathers. As quickly as he could, Aric unbuckled and untied all of the pieces of his armour. He was hot, and he needed to cool off.

Aric heard the door shut, and the scent of the musk only grew heavier. “I showed her a good time, runt,” said Culann, “you wish you could please a girl like I can.”

“The ladies love me, Culann,” said Aric, defiantly, as he stripped out of the last of his armour. All that was left was his underclothes, but he still felt so damned hot. He looked down—his modest prick was jutting out too, tenting his trousers. He wished he could take care of that, but he couldn’t touch himself while he was sharing a room with Culann.

Aric suddenly felt an immense warmth, and Culann’s hulking form loomed behind him. The musk was so heavy now that Aric found himself breathing laboriously. His cock throbbed, begging for attention.

“You owe me, runt. I’m pent up, and you’re going to drain me.”

“Quit joking, hound,” said the human, turning around to face Culann.

Aric gasped when he faced the hound-man. Culann had stripped out of his breeches, and was presenting himself to Aric in all of his glory.

And how glorious the hound-man was! Waves of musk wafted off of the hound-man’s huge cock. It was only a hair smaller than Aric’s own forearm, and it was a glistening reddish-pink. The knot at its base was nearly the size of his fist. A bead of heady precum was beading at its tip, beckoning the ranger in. Aric swallowed his spittle.

“I won’t ask again. Service me, runt ,” Culann growled.

Overcome by the power and lust of the hound-man’s musk, Aric kneeled down in front of his adventuring partner. The shadow cast by Culann blocked out the light. Aric gulped again. The musk was so heavy on his mind now, and the ability to form cohesive thoughts was escaping him.

“That’s a good runt,” the hound-man cooed.

Good…yes, Aric wanted to be good for Culann.

Leaning in, the human pressed a kiss to the crown of Culann’s cock. Aric moaned as he swallowed that bead of precum he’d been eying. This tavern might have had fine beer, but it paled in comparison to the richness of flavour of Culann’s cock. Wanting to please Culann, Aric forced himself to take more of Culann’s thick length. In his travels, this might not have been the first cock he’d serviced, but it was definitely the largest.

He eventually took what felt like it must have been half of Culann’s monstrous cock, and the ranger was about to pull away to take a breath when he felt a massively strong hand on the back of his head, keeping him in place. Aric closed his eyes and tongued Culann’s huge shaft. Breathing was important, but Culann’s cock was more important. The ranger’s head did start to grow light, and just as he felt like he was nearing his breaking point, Culann released him.

Aric pulled off and breathed heavily, taking in air as well as more musk. He looked up at Culann. The hound-man had a hungry look in his dark eyes.

“On the bed, runt. I’m going to rut you,” the hound-man ordered, but Aric shook his head.

“No? Why not?” Culann’s tone wasn’t angry, only curious.

“Taste…your cum…” was Aric’s response, head still heavy.

Culann’s laugh rumbled through the room. “Back to it then, runt.”

Now that he had permission, Aric took some time to explore Culann’s anatomy. He wanted to know what about the hound-man kept his lovers so insatiable.

Moving past his magnificent shaft, he found the hound-man’s plump pair of balls. He took one of them in his hand, feeling it gently. It was softer than velvet, but plush and firm. It was at least three or four times larger than one of his own puny balls. The human man couldn’t wait to see what they contained.

Leaning in closer, he was overcome by Culann’s musk. This was the strongest it had been all night, and he pressed a kiss to one of them. He wished his mouth was bigger so that he could give them the appreciation they deserved, but a kiss was all he could manage.

One kiss did become many, and he began to kiss up the hound-man’s cock. Aric devoted special attention to Culann’s thick knot. Now that he was so close to it, he held up his fist in comparison—they were roughly the same size. The ranger shuddered in anticipation of taking it.

He kept kissing his way up Culann’s cock until he reached its tip again. From there, he dove back in, seeking to please his lover. He bobbed up and down on the hound-man’s massive length and girth. The ranger wanted to at least reach the beginning of Culann’s knot, but his inexperience in sucking massive cocks was proving to be his undoing.

Conceding defeat on that front, Aric started to use his hands to service the parts of the hound-man that his mouth wasn’t capable of reaching. That was enough to elicit a sigh from Culann, and knowing that he was pleasing his adventuring partner made Aric hum happily.

As he grew more and more comfortable serving Culann, he sped up his ministrations. He wanted to taste his hound-man’s cum.

He didn’t have to wait too much longer, as with a howling grunt, Aric felt a hot blast of cum shoot down his throat. There was so much of the spunk, and it quickly filled Aric's mouth. Culann’s cum was thick and rich and hot and powerful and so many other wonderful things. If he wasn’t already drunk on beer, he wanted to imbibe this powerful elixir.

Eventually, the hound-man’s orgasm was too much for Aric, and he couldn’t keep it all in his mouth. Culann’s cock kept shooting cum, and soon Aric’s shirt was drenched in the stuff.

“A good first round, runt,” grunted Culann, his cock still impressively hard. “On the bed now. I need to mount you.”

Aric’s cocked throbbed at the idea. He shimmied out of his messy clothes, now as naked as Culann. He leaned over the bed, ready for the hound-man to make him his bitch.

The ranger gasped when he felt the warmth of Culann’s tongue. The hound-man’s tongue was big, and it licked all over Aric’s exposed arse. Aric shivered as he felt Culann’s tongue go over his arsehold. The hound-man’s hot tongue was preparing him for the battering that was coming next, and the smaller man appreciated the gesture from his adventuring partner.

Moaning and groaning as Culann’s tongue rimmed him out thoroughly, he could feel his cock throbbing. The way the hound-man’s hot tongue filled him up and caressed every inch of him inside had him squirming.

There was a moment of nothing as Culann pulled away, but he soon gasped as he felt that massive cock slip inside him. Aric thanked all the gods he could think of that Culann had rimmed him out before this, as that was making things just a little bit more manageable.

Culann did not take his time with the ranger, and the hound-man’s cock very quickly filled him up. Culann’s cock was hot, heavy, and thick. Every inch was splitting him further open than he’d ever been fucked before, and the hound-man was not taking its time with him. Aric was Culann’s bitch, and he was getting fucked like it.

Aric felt Culann’s massive hands grip his hips, claws peaking out and pressing into him. The pinpricks made him shiver. The ranger gasped when the tip of Culann’s thick knot pressed against his pucker for the first time. Aric was hurting, but he didn’t want this to end. The hound-man shifted his angle, causing the ranger to moan when his prostate was rubbed by Culann’s glorious cock

With the shift in position, Culann's huge cock could grind against Aric’s prostate with every thrust. In short order, the ranger was a moaning, babbling mess. His own dick, insignificant in comparison to the Culann’s, begged for attention, but the human still controlled just enough of his own mind to resist the temptation to cum—he wanted to cum with Culann

Now that Culann had made himself comfortable in Aric’s rear, the hound-man really started to rut him. Aric could only take it as the hound-man fucked him; hard and deep. With every shuddering thrust, the ranger felt himself get fucked further and further into his bed. All Aric could do was moan and groan like the runty bitch he was.

Hearing his bitch moaning like this, Culann fucked Aric even harder and faster, the sounds of their rutting filling their room. Changing his position ever so slightly, Culann was snarling in Aric’s ear, fucking harder than ever.

Aric’s eyes went wide when its knot began to work its way into his battered arsehole. With a monumental thrust, and a supremely satisfied howl, Culann forced his knot into the ranger. The pain was searing, but Aric’s yelp of pain was cut off when the hound-man suddenly leaned down and bit the back of his neck. Aric was worried for a moment that Culann had lost control, but the fear lasted only a second. It was clear to him that the hound-man wanted to hold him as close as possible. His runt secured, Culann came, swiftly filling up Aric, leaving the ranger warm inside and out.

Frantically, Aric jerked off his own cock. It took him only seconds to cum, overwhelmed by all of the sensations Culann was making him feel. His own orgasm felt insignificant compared to what the hound-man had filled him with, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

Whatever strength Aric had left gave out, and he slumped down onto the bed. He had never felt this tired before, and despite the huge cock that filled him, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Culann must have sensed this, and scooped him up. Still connected by his throbbing knot, the two of them laid there together in their shared bed. There would be so much to say, but that could wait until morning. Until then, all that mattered was sleep.