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It had been years since the last time. Harrow was dead, the princes are missing, the dragon egg was stolen by the little brats, and the high council were sitting on their asses doing nothing. On top of that no one was making any kind of action to prepare for the upcoming Xadian attack.
Viren wanted to scream, to pull his hair out and curse them all. He just needed to relax. To take the edge off. Just to clear his head and think of a better way to get through to them all.
He pulled the hood over his head and set off for the Tavern. It looked even worse for wear now. Burly, rowdy men picking fights; Viren had to step over an unconscious man on his way to the bar. He hoped they'd be just as ruthless on him.
A young, timid barmaid worked behind the bar, she looked fearful. Given her work environment, it was easy to see why. "C-ca-"
Viren held up his hand. He leaned over the bar. "Is the hole still here?"
The barmaid nodded. She led him to the room, helping him get inside.
"Kid." Viren started as she was leaving. The barmaid turned to face him. "The palace is always looking for new help. I can put in a good word if you need to get out of here. As long as no one knows about this of course."
She smiled, "i... I would really like that sir." She closed the door.
Viren bit his lip and waited for the bell. He was already leaking.
"THE HOLE IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS!" He heard the girl scream, ringing the bell. He heard a stampede of footfalls rush to the other side of the hole. His cock twitched needfully. A pair of huge, callused hands gripped Viren hard, making him groan. He felt hot breaths against his sack as a tongue pressed itself through his ring of muscle.
"OH FUCK!" Viren screamed. This one had to be a traveler, he'd never heard of anything like this. Their tongue was long, fucking Viren with a force that make him shake. Oh this was exactly what he needed right now.
"Oh gods...." Viren panted, rolling his hips against the tongue. "Yes, oh gods..." He heard a crowd of men cheer outside. He wouldn't admit it but gods he missed this. He'd been meaning to come back but never found time. The tongue left him, making him feel cold and empty. It wasn't long until a long, slim cock shoved into his ass. Viren's mouth opened in a soundless moan.
The pace was slow, the man easing himself in and out. "Fuck this bitch is tight!"
Viren's breaths were heavy and wet, his hips meeting the man's thrusts. "Please....please...just go faster...harder...something..." Viren pleaded. The man pulsed, come filling Viren's insides. Viren whimpered as the man left him. The next was thick and hot, rubbing itself against the cleft of his ass as if the man's life depended on it. Viren wiggled his hips, trying to get the cock to rip him open. Sadly, their release coated the small of Viren's back, making him more cold. Three cocks were upon him now, rubbing themselves against his ass. Viren whimpered, he needed to be fucked raw, not teased. He could hear the men on the other side moan and comment how nice and firm Viren's ass was.
Viren felt a little proud at that. He tried to keep his body in shape, and it was nice to hear someone appreciating his efforts. They released in unison, leaving more seed dripping off him. Viren couldn't help but find the image kind of hot. His waiting tush soaked in spend, waiting for another man to paint more onto him. This one slammed his thighs together, fucking the space between. They were huge, the topside of their length rubbed against Viren's underside. The friction was divine, the man thrusting faster and harder. Viren came, his seed splattered the wall as he mewled.
The man released Viren's thighs, sliding himself inside the mage. The pace was violent, shaking Viren to the core, slamming into that one spot over and over.
"FUCK! YES THAT'S IT! WRECK ME DAMMIT!" Viren screamed, tears staining his eyes.
"Oh?" He heard the man chuckle. "The slut wants us to destroy him boys. What say you?"
The crowd erupted in cheers. The man went harder, almost trying to pull Viren out. He felt his body slip from the hole.
Next thing Viren knew the man was holding him in his arms, giving the crowd a full view. The man released inside Viren, and dragged him back inside the tavern. The crowd descended upon him, removing the rest of his clothes and stared at him deviously. A man grabbed Viren's head roughly, shoving him toward his cock.
"...Oh fuck it." Viren swallowed the man's cock down, letting him have his way with Viren's throat. His hands were raised to stroke two other throbbing lengths, and one last man set a brutal pace inside him. Oh gods....this was even better. Just being thoroughly used and fucked raw. Viren felt his mind starting to melt as he tasted come in his mouth. The man pulled out, only to be replaced with another dick. He felt a few men release on his body, making his skin tingle.
Viren was moaning shamelessly, riding the man's length hard. The cocks in his hands spent themselves and left, new ones taking their place.
"Enjoying ya come bath sweetheart?" Came a gritty voice.
"YES! DON'T STOP! OH GODS MORE! I NEED MORE!" Viren screamed.
"Well boys, he asked fa more didn't he?"
Viren stuck out his tongue as a man walked up to his mouth, stroking themselves. The man inside Viren finally slammed into his sweet spot, making Viren shudder as he came all over himself.
The men suddenly left him, leaving Viren shaking and mewling. He felt a pair of hands lift him back up, and a thick cock thrust deep inside. Another soon followed.
"OH GODS!" Viren cried, starting to drool. The two cocks alternated their pace, rubbing against Viren oh so right. Viren's consciousness turned off, all he was now was a sex doll for the men to use.
"He'll take anything we give him, won't he?!" One man jeered. Viren only responded with a loud moan, throwing back his head.
More and more men had their way with him, coating him in more and more spend. Viren was feral, screaming and howling as dick after dick filled his ass. So many different flavors of come passing his lips, making him crave more.
"Fuck...he's made for this shit." Someone commented. Viren's eyes were rolling in to his skull, all he knew was dick. All he needed was dick. More dick, more, More, MORE. Viren himself trembled as he released one last time before he blacked out.
He woke up on a cot, in desperate need of a shower. Everything hurt, a salty flavor in his mouth that wouldn't go away, and his stomach was flipping violently. The barmaid from before had been watching over him. She had a swollen, cut lip, a broken nose, and a black eye. She gave Viren the bucket she had beside her. His previous activities came rushing up his throat spewing them into the bucket. When he finished, the girl took it away, wiping his face.
"Wha..."
"You blacked out sir. The drunkards didn't seem to care. They kept going. I...um..."
Viren saw the damage. "You got me out of there."
"I couldn't just sit there while they did that to you. I know you'd been enjoying yourself but once you passed out in their midst they were even worse. I'm just thankful I got you out of there before anyone could squat."
Viren shuddered. "You're kidding."
She shook her head.
She was pale, black hair just brushing her shoulders. Burn marks made her hands seem almost black.
"Where am I now?" Viren asked.
"My father's home. He said you can stay as long as you need to." She replied.
"Your father is a kind man."
"Well, you did offer to help me get a better job at the castle."
Viren smiled. "May I ask your name?"
"Agatha, sir."
"Agatha, thank you for helping me. Here." Viren cast a spell, helping her wounds heal faster. "I can't do anything for your hands, but I hope that helps."
"Thank you sir. You really are too kind."
"Now um...where are my clothes?" Viren asked sheepishly.
"They're on the line, drying. I sewed up a few tears they made too. But I would hope you'd want to bathe first, and maybe wash down the taste with some ale."
"I think I'd like that."