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Nimbus, Armin, and Anton were tired, naked, and hungry. Tired, because they had been wandering through the Dark Forest for several days after being separated from their companions. Naked, because their clothes had been torn off as they stumbled through the twisted, thorny woods. Luckily, Anton had extra thongs for Armin and Nimbus to wear. And they weren’t hungry because of a lack of food. Anton was a skilled forager, and Nimbus could use magic to purify whatever he found. No, they were hungry because they hadn’t gotten fucked and filled with cum since they had gotten lost in the miasma-fog.
Nimbus’s thoughts wandered to his lost companions. Derrek, Jiacomo, and Gorr…What could they be doing now? Especially Gorr the Barbarian… he must be so frustrated without Nimbus around. Gorr used Nimbus daily to relieve himself, what would Gorr do without him? Gorr’s cock must be so hard, a large veiny piece of meat, dripping amber pre-cum like sap from a tree. Nimbus licked his lips, hungry for a taste of that bitter nectar.
“NIMBUS! Wake up!!” Anton startled Nimbus awake. The young mage snapped back to reality. He looked around. Yup, Gorr, and his huge fuckstick, were nowhere to be found.
“Thinkin’ ‘bout Barbie huh?” Anton teased.
“No! I wasn’t!!” Nimbus blushed bright red defensively.
“Oh yeah? Well how do you explain that!” Anton pointed to the ground where Nimbus was sitting. It was damp, not from the fog, but from the generous stream of juice leaking out of Nimbus’s behind.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it! Me and Armie are feeling the same way! Right Armie?” Anton and Armin turned around, showing their thong-clad bubble butts to Nimbus. Both of them had a trail of pussy juice dripping down their legs.
Anton loved to show off his ass. He was proud of his round, tan globes. Tight yet bouncy thanks to his skills in running and flipping around. His companions weren’t as used to wearing thongs, but their asses were just as impressive. Nimbus may have been skinny, but it looked like all the fat in his body concentrated right in his butt. It was extra jiggly and round. Armin didn’t look strong, but his glutes were well trained from riding monster cock and lead to an impressively meaty ass.
“I need to get bred SO BAD! I was fingering myself earlier but it’s just not enough!” Anton moaned. He reached back and spread his cheeks, pressing two fingers into his leaking hole.
“The sooner we can find everyone else, the sooner we can… deal with that...” Armin sighed, the most practical and level-headed despite being the youngest.
“Maybe there’s a spell you could use Nimbus? What about this one? I, uhm, can’t really read it that well but maybe this spell could help?” Armin handed the old, dusty tomb to Nimbus.
“Hm… it says ‘Seeking Spell’, it can point you in the direction of your heart’s deepest desire…”
“Perfect! And since your heart’s deepest desire is Barbie’s dick, we’ll see him in no time! Hurry up and cast that spell!” Anton ordered. Nimbus became a deeper shade of red.
“W-w-what are you talking about?! Besides, I can’t cast this spell, I don’t have the right ingredients! We need wormwood, wolfsbane, and greenskin essence.”
“Well, there’s plenty of wormwood and wolfsbane around in this forest! What’s greenskin essence?”
“Greenskin is another name for orcs or goblins, essence means, well…”
“What, blood?”
“No, not just blood, it’s also… the seed”
“OH! You mean orc cum!!”
“Yeah…”
“Uh… where are we going to find orc sper- um, I mean essence, in this forest?” Armin blushed while he rummaged around in Nimbus’s small satchel of ingredients.
“Uhm, what about this? This says ‘Goblin Blood’?” Armin hands a small vial with deep maroon blood to Nimbus.
“Hm… a spell cast inside miasma needs to be extra-powerful, which means more ingredients. We could use this, but it would too weak, it would maybe only extend a couple hundred yards.”
Anton consulted his map.
“That won’t be enough to lead us out of the forest, it’s way too large. How much would we need?”
“Based on your map… we would need… about twenty of these vials at least. Even if we found one orc that wouldn’t be enough, we would need at least three…”
“Well, I say cast the weaker spell anyways, if it can bring us closer to Barbie and the rest of them, that’s better than nothing!”
Nimbus stood up, mixed the ingredients together and formed a small circle on the ground with the mixture. After speaking the incantation, the small circle glowed bright blue for a second, then soon fizzled out.
“Oh no! It must’ve not worked!! Now what are we going to do!?” Nimbus looked like he was about to cry. Images of Gorr’s rock hard cock flashed through his mind. Would he ever get to see it again?
Suddenly, Anton perked his head up. “Do you guys smell that?”
Armin also stood upright. “I smell it too… what could it be? It smells, uh, really good…”
“I don’t know, but let’s find out, I think it’s coming from that way!” Anton set off, rocketing towards the direction of the mysterious smell while Armin and Nimbus trailed him. They both admired Anton’s tan mounds from behind, jiggling and smacking together with a wet sound as he ran.
They caught up with Anton hiding behind a broad tree.
“Look! It’s a light!” Anton pointed. He was right, there was a faint light flickering through the fog. Suddenly, a large figure lumbered closer, revealing himself in the dense fog.
“Is that Gorr??” Nimbus let out.
“Shh! Be quiet! That’s not Barbie, he’s too tall!” Anton whispered. They heard the figure speak, a deep gravelly voice which resembled a bear’s growl.
“Uh… I know what he said. It’s Orcish…” Armin exclaimed.
“Orcs!? We’re in luck! What does it mean??”
Armin grew red and shot a sheepish smile at his companions.
“He, uh… he said, he smells boi cunt.” Armin bit his lip with an anxious laugh. When the boys heard those words, they all winced, squirting out a small bit of juice from their holes.
The orc came closer into view, and the boys gasped. He was a green-grey color, with beady yellow eyes. The orc had giant, green muscles piled onto even more green muscles. He wore wrist-guards, greaves and absolutely nothing else. That’s right, the orc was completely naked, and his large member, thicker than a loaf of bread, hung down to his knees. The boys sat transfixed as a small droplet of amber fluid grew out of the orc’s piss slit and slowly dripped to the ground, forming a long string. Their cunts shivered and burped out more juice.
“Bingo!” Whispered Anton as he gazed at the orc’s two swollen balls. Each the size of a juicy orange, they were practically bursting with cum. Looks like the orc was just as sexually frustrated as the boys. Two more orcs appeared in the fog, all equally as large, and equally as well endowed. They grunted to each other, then turned back around.
“We have to follow them!” Anton said, stealthily moving to the next closest tree as the orcs receded into the fog.
“Are you crazy? They’ll kill us!” Nimbus whispered.
“Come on! We need orc cum, don’t we?”
The boys moved forward, trailing the three orcs, until the faint, flickering light grew much brighter. From behind the tree, they could see a campfire, a tent… and an entire orc hunting party. Anton counted - eight orcs. Eight giant, green brutes. Eight huge, monster cocks. Sixteen heavy, cum-filled balls.
Then, another Orc exited the tent. He was slightly taller and more muscular than the others. He was a darker shade of green, and had a grey-black braided beard. His cock swung obscenely as he stepped outside. The orc from earlier walked up to him, and started speaking. The larger orc groped his hanging cock and gave a deep groan in assent.
“Armie! What’re they saying?”
“Oh gosh… uhm… he’s the leader of the hunting party, I think. And the other guy, he’s reporting to him, saying he found some…uh” Armin gulped. “Some fresh boi pussy.”
Anton’s eyes grew wide and he practically leapt for joy, “Alright!” He exclaimed with a laugh, “we’re on the same page!”
Nimbus grew red in the face and looked at the ground shyly, while Armin looked on at the band of orcs.
“We’ll have to be smart about it though… I’ve met a lot of orcs and uh…” Armin stopped.
“Well? Spit it out!” Anton demanded.
“Well, they like to be in control… I think our best bet may be to… I dunno, make them find us?” The young ex-slave said with a shrug.
Anton shot him a confused look, “Why can’t we just go in and grab them by the dicks!?”
Nimbus looked up, “I think I understand what Armin’s trying to say. The orcs might become provoked and retaliate as if under attack if we were to just run into their camp.”
Armin nodded, “Yeah, maybe we should lure them to us.”
Anton looked unimpressed and scratched his head.
“Alright then, I have an idea!”
The thief quickly sprung behind Nimbus, pulled the mage’s tiny string thong away from the valley between his ample, pale cheeks and dove his tongue inside to slurp at his friend’s entrance.
“Anton! Wha… what are you doing??” Nimbus moaned at the sensation of getting his sensitive hole licked.
Anton slurped loudly “C’mon guys, if the orcs can smell fresh boi pussy, then they’ll have to sense what’s goin’ on here!”
Armin bit his lip while watching the scene.
“C’mon Armi, dig in quick!” Anton said, spreading his round, tan ass for the young squire to glimpse at his puckered hole, “Nimb, eat Armin out, let’s make a triangle!’
As embarrassed as Nimbus was, he knew Anton was probably right. The boys formed a triangle and quickly got to work eating eachother out. Their holes reacted to the sensation and began to produce more juice, slicking up their faces.
Tentative at first, Nimbus tried to lick at Armin’s hole, but couldn’t get past his large, muscled cheeks. Nimbus whimpered when Anton finally made his way past Nimbus’s smooth ass meat, spreading them wide so he could get at the tight, slick hole. Armin was eating out Anton with gusto, burying his face in those tan mounds and try to get as deep as he could with his tongue. Anton bucked his hips against Armin’s face, riding his tongue. He tried to get Nimbus as wet as possible, swirling his tongue around Nimbus’s insides, mixing his saliva with cunt juice. The sensation was so intense, Nimbus started to get more into it. It wasn’t long until he was flicking his own tongue in and out of Armin’s hole like it was the most delicious meal he had ever tasted.
It wasn’t long before their moans grew in volume and the loud sounds of footsteps could be heard approaching. Three orcs, towering over the boys, peered down at the show. They cast a shadow, blocking out the light of the campfire. Anton dared to look up, and he saw beady red and yellow eyes staring back at the slutty scene.
Without saying a single word, each orc picked up one boy, tossed him over his shoulder, and carried him into the camp like he weighed nothing. The boys were unceremoniously thrown down in front of the campfire with a hard THUD.
Anton looked up. They were surrounded by all nine orcs, staring right at them. Anton tried to read their expressions, but orcs tended to look the same. Could be anger, could be lust. It was probably both.
“Psst! Show off your ass!” Anton ordered.
Anton rolled over onto his stomach, showing off his round, tan bubble cheeks, with nothing but a tiny blue thong string wedged between them. The orcs were staring so hard they could burn a hole through his phat booty while they stroked their stiffening cocks. Armin and Nimbus acted accordingly, mirroring Anton’s moves.
“I think they want a show…” Armin suggested. Anton nodded his head, reaching back and grabbing his butt, showing off his bounce for the orc admirers. The orcs were stroking their hard meat as they enjoyed the boipussy show. They liked to play with their prey before the real fun began. Anton writhed on the ground, fingering and shaking his ass as best he could, while globules of clear, sticky Orc pre-cum drizzled onto him from the beastly cocks surrounding him.
Nimbus gulped and inhaled deeply the scent of pungent Orc cock mixed with the aroma of their pre-cum. It was making him grow hot. He arched his back and reached under himself to spread his slick boi-cunt from behind, unable to resist any longer.
Armin was flush too, but he had been in this situation many times before. In the pits, he knew that the orcs loved his pretty face, and so he rolled over onto his back with his legs in the air and started to play with his hole.
All three warriors could barely keep themselves together as they felt the sticky Orc juices begin to drip onto their lithe frames.
Nimbus was so lost in his own hole, he didn’t notice the monster dong in front of his face until it gave him a smack across the cheek, leaving a slick streak of pre-cum.
“Ow!” He yelped before coming face to face with a gigantic piece of green meat. For a moment, Nimbus just gazed in awe, taking in the sight, the smell… He took in a deep whiff of that musky, sweaty scent, and his mouth started to water. He wanted to taste. He started to drool and opened his full lips wide enough to fit them over the the glistening cockhead peeking out from the orc’s salty foreskin. He made a seal with his lips and sipped hard, pulling a mouthful of slimy Orc goo inside his wet mouth.
Armin felt a pair of huge, musky orc testicles slam onto his face, causing him to yelp as well. His eyelids sank as he caught a whiff of the beast’s crotch.
Anton giggled as he was groped and fondled, loving the attention he was finally getting. He was inspected like he was a piece of meat, the orcs paying special attention to his ample booty. They grabbed it so hard they left impressions, spanked it to make it jiggle.
Nimbus felt a hand grab his hair and push forward. His eyes grew wide while his jaw tried to accommodate the thick head trying to force it’s way into his throat. He felt like his jaw was being stretched so hard it was going break! That head just wasn’t going in! “Mmmffff!” he started to panic. These guys were way bigger than Gorr!
Armin went to work polishing the orc’s two heavy orbs. He was in his element. He gave a friendly pat on Nimbus with his free hand, reassuring his friend that everything was going to be OK. He just had to submit to the orcs and let them have their way with him. The orc who shoved his balls into Armin’s face shifted, and positioned his cockhead at Armin’s lips and pushed down. In one gulp, those balls were once again pressed against Armin’s nose while he was neck deep in Orc cock. The orcs gripped his ankles hard in a bone crushing grasp. He felt a slick, engorged orc-cock press at his entrance.
Anton felt a heavy piece of Orc dong slam down on his back. The cock reached from the top of his ass crack all the way to between his shoulder blades. It must have been the leader of the hunting party. Anton was eager to have that thing stuffed inside of him.
One orc on each side of Anton grabbed his legs and pulled them into splits, opening up his cheeks and exposing his slick entrance. The cock on his back slide down until it’s head was resting against Anton’s entrance, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum that ran down his spine and pooled at the cleft of his ass.
Nimbus tried to follow Armin and relax, or think of some kind of flexibility spell, but he couldn’t concentrate as his jaw felt like it was getting torn apart. Another orc’s hand grabbed his chin, while the other tightened his grip on Nimbus’s pure white mop of hair. Suddenly, both orcs pulled HARD, forcing Nimbus’s jaw open. That orc meat POPPED inside his mouth, and began to slide down his throat. He was in pain, but the sensation of getting his throat speared by some monster dick sent spikes of pleasure throughout his body. Finally, Nimbus’s nose was buried in sweaty, musky orc pubes. Before he had time to adjust in his throat, he felt a heavy piece of meat slap his large bubble, making it bounce, before pressing the head against his hole.
The chief began to push. Anton grit his teeth and tried to bare it, but the head wouldn’t go inside. Anton’s never had this problem before, but he has also never taken anything nearly as large as the orc chief. The chief grunted like an angry bull and grabbed Anton’s shoulders, the two orcs spreading his legs pulled even harder. Anton’s screams mixed with their roars as his tight ring was forcibly expanded. Tears welled in his eyes and he felt like he couldn’t breath.
“Anton, it’ll be ok!! You just gotta breath deep!” Armin cheered before his throat was stuffed with orc cock again and his face fucking resumed. Anton looked over. How is he…!? Armin was already fully impaled on an orc dick, the two orcs in both of his ends alternating their thrusts. The former slave looked like he wasn’t struggling at all, instead he was fully enjoying getting his guts spread from both ends.
I feel like my intestines are being pushed up… Anton tried to breath, loosen his body up to accommodate the chief’s size. As he relaxed, the chief’s cock continued its assault on Anton’s intestines, making it’s way up until it was fully buried in his torso. Oh….oh gods… Anton slowly reached down and felt his stomach, tracing the bulge all the way up to his chest. I can’t believe it… He looked over his shoulder at the chief. Is he really going to fuck me with this thing!?
The orc chief withdrew his cock from Anton’s depths. Anton had both a mix of disappointment and hunger. His fully gaped and stretched hole couldn’t even close. Before he even had a chance to adjust, the wind was knocked out of him. Guh…!! He wanted to scream but couldn’t. Normally Anton loved to work his ass against the cock fucking him, moving his hips rhythmically and coaxing it in deeper as he twerked his bubble butt. However, this time there was no room to move his body. He tried to keep everything together while the orc chief began hollowing him out. His bubble ass shook and jiggled as the orc chief rutted into him with his cock.
Anton was completely torn, both physically and mentally. He wanted that cock so badly, but his body was being pushed to its limits. The felt his stomach getting pressed down to make room for the orc chief’s massive battering ram of a babymaker The orc chief was digging into him like he was carving out a boi womb. Anton began to hiccup with each thrust, *hic* *hic* *hic*, his yelps getting faster as the orc chief picked up the pace. Finally the dick stopped moving, resting inside of Anton’s guts. Is it over? Has he stopped? Anton wondered, forgetting what happens next.
A heavy volley of cum shot inside of Anton, pushing against the walls of his pussy, expanding them. Hot!!! Anton tried to scream as he was stuffed like a custard with boiling hot orc semen. His stomach expanded as much as it could, but he still felt the cum overflow out from his pussy. Anton’s whole body was shaking, he didn’t even realize that he was gasming like a bitch on that massive orc dick. He convulsed while a mix of pussy juice and cum shot out of his wrecked cunt. The orc chief withdrew his dick, a large glob of jizz goop bubbling out of Anton’s now-empty hole. Anton felt his stomach, bloated like he had just eaten a feast: a feast of dirty orc cum. There’s no way he had any room left. Oh god… it’s too much… but I need more!! He winced as another orc pressed his cock, smaller than the chief but still huge, against Anton’s tender hole and sank it to the base. Anton’s body went slack as he stared across at Nimbus...
Nimbus was struggling with the orc cock lodged deep in his throat. I can’t breath...Gorr’s dick is nothing compared to this, he thought, as tears welled in his eyes.
“Come on, Nimb! You can do it!!” cheered Armin. Nimbus tried to work his throat muscles, suck, or do anything, but the orc’s meat was just way too big. He felt like he was about to pass out. Right when he was on the edge of losing consciousness, he felt it. A deep rumbling through the orc’s cock, and then a rocketing spew of thick, chunky sperm shot forth. The orc’s cock was so deep Nimbus couldn’t even swallow: it went directly in his stomach. Nimbus tried to keep it all down, but there was so much orc sperm that it bubbled up from his stomach into his cheeks. Nimbus felt like the cock was shooting sperm for hours. Once it finally subsided, the orc withdrew his spent, but still rock-hard, cock. Nimbus finally tasted the bitter contents of his mouth, and began coughing up orc jizz.
“Nimb! We can’t waste a single drop!!” Armin called over before getting his own mouth stuffed with orc dick.
Nimbus, defeated but still determined, nodded, and bent his face towards the puddle of coughed-up sperm on the ground. He tentatively licked it up like a puppy, scooping drops of it into his mouth with his tongue, soiled by the forest ground. The orc growled at this obscene sight, grabbed Nimbus’s head, and impaled him once again, topping him off with a second load of sperm that was almost as large as the first. Nimbus gagged and choked, but was able to fight through it and keep the sperm down. The orc withdrew his cock, thick strands of spit and cum connecting it to the young mage’s plump lips. Nimbus opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, to show that he swallowed every last drop.
Nimbus yelped when a large orc member slapped his phatty. He winced and tried to steel himself as it was pushed inside him. He looked back towards the others for encouragement. Armin was busy getting reamed from both heads, taking the assault as best as he could. Anton was an entirely different story. His head was on the ground, eyes glazed over and red from crying, mouth hanging open and drooling. The orc inside of him was relentless, hammering into Anton with every thrust. Nimbus grew scared. If they’re doing that to Anton, what are they going to do to me?? He began to panic, bracing himself for the unimaginable pain. The cock slid into his hole. I’m dying oh god it’s so big it hurt, it HURTS, it… FEELS SO GOOD!! Nimbus was shocked. The cock was large to be sure, larger than Gorr, but due to his experience taking the barbarians massive member daily must have prepared him quite well for the orc cock inside of him. It was uncomfortable, to be sure, but Nimbus’s insides were well-trained and elastic enough to accommodate the beastly size.
Somehow, the orc knew exactly where Nimbus’s pleasure button was deep in his pussy. His cock was punching it with the orc’s entire massive body weight. The orc had the strength to crush boulders, and he was using it all to slam into Nimbus’s love button with all of his might. With every hit, an electric shock zapped Nimbus’s little body, and his vision went white. Nimbus was losing control of his body. He looked over his shoulder in horror at his hips bucking against the orc, trying to coax it further into his guts. Oh.... oh no… Nimbus felt it in his body, first in his stomach, then a warmness permeating from his head to his fingertips. His toes curled as that warmness suddenly, sharply, turned into a burning sensation. He screamed his head off like bloody murder as his entire world shook. The orc’s dark, ratty pubes were soaked in Nimbus’s clear pussy juice. As Nimbus gasmed his walls spasmed like crazy, sucking the orc’s cock in, milking it like a cow. The orc had no choice but to dump his load deep inside Nimbus, washing his guts down to match his throat.
While his companions limits had both been met and were now being pushed to new bounds, Armin was barely breaking a sweat. The young squire was already carrying the potent, heavy loads of three orc warriors. Warriors that were growing impatient with the seemingly collected cunt. Armin, while concerned for his friends, thought he was home-free. His hole and throat were already stretched out, and he had one load in his stomach, while 2 others swam around his guts. All he had to do now was keep at it and everything would be ok. The orcs however, had other ideas.
Armin rubbed his swollen belly while he tried to read what the three orcs were saying, a slight anxiety coming over him. They were growing agitated, which Armin didn’t understand. In the pits, after an orc would cum the first time, they were far more cordial.. for orcs.
Armin let out a yelp as he was lifted into the air and flipped around, letting out a faint whine when the motion caused some orc jizzm to leak out of his rear with a splat, causing him to note that the trio should felch the loads out of each others’ holes when all is said and done, to ensure the maximum amount of essence is retained.
Once again his youthful face was pressed into the crotch of the monstrous beast-man as he welcomed the engorged member into his throat with ease. The brute gripped his enormous hands tightly around Armin’s neck before yanking him hard on his cock, causing a quick gush of saliva to spurt out of Armin’s nostrils and a flush to overcome his sticky face.
“That was rough!” Armin said to himself while he felt the orc’s fingers dig into him… HARD. Worry came over him as he was held in place for a noticeably longer amount of time than usual. Armin looked up at the warrior with large olive eyes, a plea attempt.
Then he felt the same action, only this time at his rear. In one quick, brutal gesture, Armin’s insides were full of orc meat once more, pushing into his guts to unnatural depths, causing his innards and organs to shift while his hips were gripped in a bone crushing grasp.
Armin squinted his eyes as he adjusted, but he was well-versed and quickly calmed, however the intensity of the two’s clutches on him was concerning, He didn’t even notice when the group slowly began to descend… until he felt something else press at his already at capacity boi-cunt.
Armin’s eyes shot wide when he finally took notice that the third orc had moved to lay on the ground, and was now pressing its slick cockhead at his impossibly filled hole. The worst part was, Armin couldn’t make a sound.
Internal screams of sheer agony came over him as somehow, the other orc’s monstrous penis wormed its way past his ring, against the other orc and inside of him. All three orc’s let out roars as they submerged themselves in unison as the poor boy was impossibly filled. Orc semen fountaining out of his hole in squirts as the two orc’s massive, furry testicle pushed against each other while destroying Armin’s interior.
It was all Anton and Nimbus could do but shoot quick, horrified looks over at Armin, as the two of them were enduring their own battles. They watched as Armin’s stomach bulged and protruded out to a size unimaginable.
They had started slowly, taking turns, rhythmically withdrawing and sinking deep into the prey, while the other orc casually forced the boy’s head back and forth by gripping his hair. A blank, vacant stare coming over the boy as he was stretched and filled beyond measure. The orcs were expecting him to struggle or fight, like his companions. His time in the coliseum had trained him well, for he was rarely phased by even the largest cocks. Instead, Armin was blank, vacant, taking the vicious pounding in stride. This only served to enrage the orcs, who began to pound him even more savagely in an attempt to elicit some kind of reaction.
Their paces quickened as their grips on the fucktoy tightened. Precum oozed and mixed with his insides as Armin was pulverized by the gargantuan cocks within him. The orc warriors laughing and grunting while they used him, not caring at all and half expecting to leave the boy a bloated carcass, filled with nothing but cum.
Armin didn’t know how long it had been, how many times the orcs had cum, if they had, or how he was still alive. His mind had gone blank after his sixth pussygasm, which nearly every stroke within his wrecked walls was inducing. Fluids streamed and poured out of him from both ends while his was pounded, filled, and ultimately inseminated.
The squire’s belly was now bulbous and round. If Armin were female, it would appear as he were carrying triplets. But he wasn't, he was carrying an army’s worth of Orc semen and cock.
Loud roars erupted again as the orcs pressed into Armin as deep as they could, Armin’s pelvis and jaw nearly shattering from the force as the monsters unloaded another load each. Heavy bursts of sperm rocketed from their cocks, and fired off into the boy’s already freshly stuffed insides. He felt two thick streams bounce against the inside of his tummy as he continued to expand, all while the brute’s holds on him grew tighter once again.
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Finally, the orcs were exhausted, having drained their balls multiple times each into the boys. Each of the boys had become complete cumdumps, their stomachs disgustingly expanded to their very limits. Armin, who had easily taken the most cum, starts to groan and clutch his expanded tummy while a load of cum leaks out of his wrecked hole.
“Armie! Remember, we need to save the cum for the spell! I’ll help you out!” The thief position himself behind his friend and opens his mouth wide to catch the leaking hole. Armin sighed in relief as his friend felched out the leaking cum, reducing some of his burden and lessening the cum he was storing in his own stomach.
Nimbus looked around. The orcs were all knocked out cold. He wouldn’t even need to cast a sleeping spell. Nimbus instructed his companions to squirt some of their orc loads onto the ground. The mage used the cum like paint, forming a complicated geometrical shape in the ground. His stood in the center circle and began to chant and make strange hand movements. The circle started to glow, and a faint bundle of lights, like fireflies, began to appear.
“I summoned sprite! He said that he’ll lead us out of the forest!!”
The three adventures struggled to keep up with the sprite as it led them through a winding, twisting past through the dark forest. Along the way, they heard several loud roars reverberate through the trees. The orcs must have woken up and discovered that their new cumdumps had disappeared.
Suddenly, off in the distance, the boys saw a faint light that gradually grew larger and larger. Finally, they exited the forest into a meadow with yellow flowers. Sitting in the clearing was the rest of their adventuring party.
“Where were you three? We’ve been waiting for you? What happened to your clothes, and why are you holding your stomachs like that?”
The boys turned red in embarrassment. They had forgotten their current state.
“We made it! Thank you so much Mr. Sprite!!” Nimbus bowed formally to thank his summon.
The sprite made some strange noises, then disappeared.
“Nimby, what did the sprite say??”
Nimbus was bright red.
“He… he said… next time… we don’t need to use so much essence…”
Anton guffawed in delight at his friend’s embarrassment while the party made their way to the nearest inn for some well-deserved relaxation.
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