The town that would go on to become the city of Kokkinport was the first settlement set up by humans, but it wasn't the only one. There have been several attempts to expand Kokkinport's borders, but in the beginning there were also a number of other towns set up by the subordinates of Captain Purcrux. All of them were destroyed or taken over by monsters - or were close enough to Kokkinport that they eventually merged with it.
One of the towns that got taken over was named Horrouce, and was overseen by Third Lieutenant Mason Martinez. Mason wasn't a noble, like Captain Purcrux was, but he'd spent his entire life working hard to earn his position. He was focused, dedicated, a skilled leader and a talented combatant. His troop of explorers were protected by his six-strong all-female guard, which with him made up the full population of Horrouce. But despite all of this, the unimaginable happened, and Horrouce fell...
Horrouce's population grew faster than the town could be built. At the time of this story, it consisted of almost exclusively blue tarped-tents, pitched in the ground surrounding the three proper and constructed buildings.
The first was a fine and cozy log cabin, out of which 3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez lived. On an alternating schedule, members of his personal guard would join him in the cabin at night, when it was their turn to watch him. The next building was a plank-walled map room, better protected from the elements and wildlife than a tent would be and with a higher roof to boot, which all of Horrouce's explorers would rally to after expeditions to note what they had learned. The final building, a fine blend of plank and wood, had an interior set up to emulate the design of a pub - though all of the food and drink was free of charge for the 3rd Lieutenant, his guard, and the troop of explorers which lived in Horrouce. Said explorers, and the guard whose turn it was not to spend the night with Mason, slept in the tents. Excess blue tarp was strung between tree trunks to protect supplies from the rain and to provide a more public space for social breaks among the populace.
Made in this way, Horrouce had a rather large footprint, which necessitated patrols to keep wild creatures from the settlement. The focused, stoic-minded 3rd Lieutenant was more than happy to undertake these personally in between his managemental duties. Whenever Mason was busy, his guard would all squabble over who had to take patrol duties this time around. This time, like every other time Mason underwent these duties, all six women of his guard accompanied him and stayed very, very close.
"It's my turn to sleep with him, Penny!"
"Like hell!" Retorted the guard walking beside Mason, holding his arm with both of her own.
"Nuh uh!" Retorted the woman walking beside Mason, holding his arm with both of her own (but the other side this time). "Me!"
"Guys." Mason tried to rub at his eyes, but both of his arms were too busy being held by women walking beside him. "I get that the cabin's a lot nicer than the tents, but this is a temporary setup. We made a schedule for a reason, you're all just going to have to tough this out."
"Got lost."
"It-" Mason stopped walking to turn and look at Remy, the guardswoman who just spoke. "Again?"
Just then, the patrol's discussions were interrupted by a loud kra-koom!, which echoed out across the forests, followed a few seconds later by a rushing gust of hot wind. A thick-trunked tree, on the edge of the clearing in which Horrouce was built, had erupted into bright, crackling flame.
"Ee-hee-hee-hee!" With a zooming sound, seeming to just appear from the dark night sky, a cackling silhouette of a figure flew out from behind the burning tree and came down towards the centre of town at speed, where she seemed to set down. Was she... it had almost looked like she was straddling a broom in her descent.
That's all that Mason needed before he was ready to leap into action! As he rushed to the centre of down, yanking his arms free and closely followed by his look-exchanging guardswomen, Mason could hear the evil laughter growing even louder.
What he saw when he reached the centre of town shocked him - there was indeed a figure, the source of the laughter, floating just above the ground and straddling a broomstick. She wore a dark pointed hat, which bent backwards under its own weight at the tip, with a wide brim and a red sash wrapped around its core. Her robes were the same dark colour, though she wore a solid red tie with the tongue tucked mostly beneath them, and while we're speaking in terms of a figure, this woman's would be considered impressive by just about everybody in the world besides the focused and hard worked 3rd Lieutenant before her. To Mason, all he thought of her shape was just how impractical it must be to have such an overloaded top half.
As the cackling laughter at last died down, the woman looked out towards the arriving group with a wide grin. "Heya, name's Coven. Glad to meet you!" The woman spoke in a voice very unfitting for her entrance - at least, in words and giddiness. Her confidence and authoritative nature seemed to fit excellently. "Who's in charge here?" She hopped off of the broomstick, which continued to float statically in place. Mason stepped forward at her question, to the slight gasps and grabbing reaches of his guard.
Sauntering her way over to the 3rd Lieutenant, swaying as she did so (or perhaps Mason was correct in how her top-heavy nature was a hindrance), the woman put forth a finger and tapped it against Mason's chest as she spoke.
"Lemme make something- very clear to you." She closed her eyes and straightened her posture. "I am very bored."
Mason eyes her carefully, as the researchers and explorers still in Horrouce began emerging from their tents and encircling this strange engagement.
"If you- hic, sorry- if you agree to fight me," Coven stuck a thumb to her pillowy bosom. "In single combat, in fronta everybody here, then I won't- Iunno," She took a quick glance around. "Then I won't set all of those tents of fire."
A flick of the wrist set her hand ablaze. She turned ninety degrees and chucked the flame with a nngha!, where it flew and harmlessly impacted the already blazing tree.
"Sound good?" She turned back to Mason.
"And how do I know that you won't use such... strange abilities in your fight against me?"
"Oh no, I super could. Just, like, trust that I won't. Because again, bored. No fun rolling a die that's a 6 on all sides, right? I got other ways."
Mason paused a moment before responding to look across the townspeople who now encircled both of them, hand on the hilt of his blade. The explorers looking anywhere from nervous to scared, and his personal guard looking all the more anxious... no, he had to do something.
"Very well." He replied with a sigh. "But then you must be on your way."
"Cool! I won't cast any spells, promise."
With that, the circle of townspeople widened to provide ample space for what was about to ensue. As Mason drew his weapon, and the two of them squared up to fight, Coven had an unnatural smile on her face. She'd been watching this town for a long time to stave off boredom, though she acted otherwise, and she'd seen the 3rd Lieutenant's guards' constant unnoticed attempts to get in his pants. Sure, this was about having a bit of fun, but it was also about trying her hand at him and seeing if Mason was really all that he was cracked up to be.
As soon as their fighting stances were taken, Coven's eyes turned predatory. Her slack and loose demeanour vanished, her face cold and analytical. In barely ten seconds, she was past Mason's sword swipes and inside of his guard, a hand over his dick. She gave it a squeeze, with her chest pushed tightly up against him, forcing a surprisingly weak sounding groan from his lips. His weapon dropped to the ground as he tried to pull away and step back, but Coven's foot hooked around his leg and sent him tumbling to the ground.
On his backside, looking up at Coven's hefty bust with a gulp, Mason scrambled backwards across the ground. Coven followed him all the way, slowly stepping forwards and licking her lips, until he'd reached the edge of the circle of people. One look from them at Coven, and each of the explorers decided that it was in their best interests to not budge.
"A-alright, you win... I hope your boredom is sated. You can leave n-now."
Coven's looseness returned as a satisfied smile came across her face. "Hey, what are you talking about? You can come back from this. You've got me on the ropes! Besides..."
Reaching up to the robes covering her chest, Coven began slowly to unwind the material. As more and more of her titanic boobflesh was revealed, a blush came over the 3rd Lieutenant's face. He wanted to turn his head and look away, but he just couldn't. "You haven't seen anything yet." She finished. At last, a single strip of fabric was left, just covering Coven's nipples. She took her time peeling it off, before both of her puppies were set free and jiggling in the night air.
As soon as her boobs were finally fully stripped and bared to the world, her eyes locked onto Mason's face. She seemed to be trying to gauge his reaction. At last, her shoulder relaxed and a hand found its way to her hip. As she spoke, she gave and gentle sway from side to side, forcing her enormous mounds to do the same. "You know, I'm impressed! A lot of men paste their pants just from seeing these babies. Good job!"
Mason noticed that most of the explorers gathered around behind him were hunched forward slightly. Actually, a few members of his guard were too. Blushing, they looked to the side.
Coven bent forward and took Mason's chin in her hand. "Hey now, eyes on the prize." She said as she directed his gaze back to where it belonged. "Don't worry about them. Not everybody can hold it, right?"
The crowd was nodding in agreement to every word she said, but the 3rd Lieutenant shook his head free of her hand and her words. No, what was he doing? Horrouce was compromised, he needed to get his weapon back!
Mason stumbled to his feet and searched the ground behind the buxom woman, but he couldn't see where his weapon fell - had somebody in the crowd taken it? No, that's...
Moving his eyes back to Coven, his eyes immediately widened and locked onto her chest once more. Having pulled out the red tie which was between her bare breasts, Coven was rubbing something across the top of her rack. A pink liquid - some sort of potion mix, maybe? The scent was intoxicating...
A giggle escaped from Coven as the 3rd Lieutenant took a lumbering step towards her, eyes locked on her chest. This was turning out pretty easy! Was her body really that good? She waved them slowly in front of his dazed face, forcing him to breathe them in. The fumes were playing games with his head, and... a-and...
3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez, fellow commander of Sara Purcrux' expedition, gave in. Taking a breast in each hand, he began licking them, lapping up all of the sweet, strong-smelling pink liquid. H-he... wait, was he really...? Ha! Coven threw her head back and laughed deeply. Damn, this was so easy! This guy was the best that the mainland had to offer? He had all those girls fawning over him? What the hell!
"Aw, baby... w-what, you- hee hee," Coven covered her mouth with her hands. Partly because of the stimulation, but mostly to hide her snickering. "What, you want to stick your dick in there?" Her smile burst wide open as she busted out laughing at the man, unable to hold it in. "Oh my god! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, just- AHAHAHAHA!"
She laughed long, and she laughed hard. When she was finally finished, most the pink potion had been cleaned off of her by his tongue. "Aww..." She repeated with a tsk, stroking at his hair as he finished his work. "...Do you want to stick your dick in there? Want me to smother that dick in my valley?"
Mason nodded idly as he ran his rough tongue over her other breast's flesh, giving Coven time to contemplate the prospect. Moving her hand from his hair and down to his pants, she felt his size and then brought the hand back up to her chest, where she ran it up and down the space between her boobs, an almost sympathetic look on her meditating face. "It would get lost in here..."
The powerful scent from the lotion applied to the woman's breasts, which lingered despite his imbecilic slurping, was starting to melt Mason's brain. Coven stuck out her chest further, for him to finish his work and for him to inhale more of the fumes, as well as simply to show off what she was packing. Casting her gaze across the women that made of his personal guard in the crowd, Coven locked eyes with each of them individually, though in each case the guard looked away pretty quickly.
"Those girls don't look too impressive... not enough for somebody like you, huh? No, you need something more... you're so worked up. But I'm a little bit too much, aren't I?"
She pulled his head from between her chest to look deeply into his dopey, mindless eyes. Coven leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Alright then, babe. I'll give you what you want."
Slowly kneeling, pulling Mason's pants down as she passed them, she hungrily eyed his more-than-fully erected cock. He could probably do great things with this... but she wasn't here for that. Taking him to a lying position on the ground, Coven straddled his legs and prepared herself. She held the cock upright, and leaned forward slowly, so that it was trapped and hidden in her deep cleavage. With the warm pressure surrounding him, the man started moaning and shaking beneath her. A glint appeared in Coven's eyes.
"You never stood a chance."
With that, she began riding them up and down his length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his tongue flopped out as he came nearly immediately, thrusting his hips in into the air and gyrating frantically as he sprayed multiple squirts right between her. All very powerful shots, but not one of them made it to the top of her rack - his cock, and all evidence of it existing in there, was completely hidden.
In the circle of onlookers, his six personal guard had all started masturbating frantically as the sight of his great big dick at last - and the sight of its complete defeat. Coven shook heavily as she laughed, sending ripples through her immense chest, continuing to pound them up and down and up and down on him as his body slackened and fell limp beneath her, until finally his contents were completely emptied between her. Still, no sign of anything existing in there at all...
Remaining atop him, dick still stuck between her hulking puppies, Coven smiled down at him, looking a bit let down. "You know what, Lieutenant? I take it back..." She reached forward, to play with the hair atop his moaning head once again. "I'm not impressed. And now I'm bored again - you should've held on longer."
As his vision started to blacken, he could barely see the witch stand off of him and turn her attention to the circle of people surrounding them both. An entire side of the circle visibly cums as her bare tits came into their vision, his weak genes dripping down her flat belly from between them. She sighed, as the witnesses grabbed at their crotches and leaned forward heavily - many fell limp right then and there. And that was when Mason passed out.
Mason was awoken by a group of explorers that had been out during Horrouce's takeover. They returned to see that it was under new management. Explorers and his personal guard were all deep in the town, worshipping Coven. As they were leaving, they found him in the middle of the forest. Nobody had any idea how he'd gotten there.
As he looked around the empty trees, in the dark of night, Mason tuned out what his subordinates were telling him to fish his hand down the front of his pants to grab hold of his dick. Slowly at first, he started running his hand up and down the length, picking up speed in front of these explorers until he was thoroughly jerking his own brains out, bent forward in a sitting position and huffing and puffing.
He would be taken to the main town of Kokkinport - wrapped in a tarp the whole journey (except for when he was being given food and drink) so that nobody had to see what he was doing to himself. After the three days of travel, he was unwrapped, covered in an untold number of loads, and no longer capable of controlling himself.
The witch named Coven had taken over Horrouce, but ultimately 3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez fell to his own hand. S-several times. As they carted him back to the docks, he was barely comprehensible, and wanted nothing more to do than keep jerking himself silly - jerking his own brains out.
One of the towns that got taken over was named Horrouce, and was overseen by Third Lieutenant Mason Martinez. Mason wasn't a noble, like Captain Purcrux was, but he'd spent his entire life working hard to earn his position. He was focused, dedicated, a skilled leader and a talented combatant. His troop of explorers were protected by his six-strong all-female guard, which with him made up the full population of Horrouce. But despite all of this, the unimaginable happened, and Horrouce fell...
Horrouce's population grew faster than the town could be built. At the time of this story, it consisted of almost exclusively blue tarped-tents, pitched in the ground surrounding the three proper and constructed buildings.
The first was a fine and cozy log cabin, out of which 3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez lived. On an alternating schedule, members of his personal guard would join him in the cabin at night, when it was their turn to watch him. The next building was a plank-walled map room, better protected from the elements and wildlife than a tent would be and with a higher roof to boot, which all of Horrouce's explorers would rally to after expeditions to note what they had learned. The final building, a fine blend of plank and wood, had an interior set up to emulate the design of a pub - though all of the food and drink was free of charge for the 3rd Lieutenant, his guard, and the troop of explorers which lived in Horrouce. Said explorers, and the guard whose turn it was not to spend the night with Mason, slept in the tents. Excess blue tarp was strung between tree trunks to protect supplies from the rain and to provide a more public space for social breaks among the populace.
Made in this way, Horrouce had a rather large footprint, which necessitated patrols to keep wild creatures from the settlement. The focused, stoic-minded 3rd Lieutenant was more than happy to undertake these personally in between his managemental duties. Whenever Mason was busy, his guard would all squabble over who had to take patrol duties this time around. This time, like every other time Mason underwent these duties, all six women of his guard accompanied him and stayed very, very close.
"It's my turn to sleep with him, Penny!"
"Like hell!" Retorted the guard walking beside Mason, holding his arm with both of her own.
"Nuh uh!" Retorted the woman walking beside Mason, holding his arm with both of her own (but the other side this time). "Me!"
"Guys." Mason tried to rub at his eyes, but both of his arms were too busy being held by women walking beside him. "I get that the cabin's a lot nicer than the tents, but this is a temporary setup. We made a schedule for a reason, you're all just going to have to tough this out."
"Got lost."
"It-" Mason stopped walking to turn and look at Remy, the guardswoman who just spoke. "Again?"
Just then, the patrol's discussions were interrupted by a loud kra-koom!, which echoed out across the forests, followed a few seconds later by a rushing gust of hot wind. A thick-trunked tree, on the edge of the clearing in which Horrouce was built, had erupted into bright, crackling flame.
"Ee-hee-hee-hee!" With a zooming sound, seeming to just appear from the dark night sky, a cackling silhouette of a figure flew out from behind the burning tree and came down towards the centre of town at speed, where she seemed to set down. Was she... it had almost looked like she was straddling a broom in her descent.
That's all that Mason needed before he was ready to leap into action! As he rushed to the centre of down, yanking his arms free and closely followed by his look-exchanging guardswomen, Mason could hear the evil laughter growing even louder.
What he saw when he reached the centre of town shocked him - there was indeed a figure, the source of the laughter, floating just above the ground and straddling a broomstick. She wore a dark pointed hat, which bent backwards under its own weight at the tip, with a wide brim and a red sash wrapped around its core. Her robes were the same dark colour, though she wore a solid red tie with the tongue tucked mostly beneath them, and while we're speaking in terms of a figure, this woman's would be considered impressive by just about everybody in the world besides the focused and hard worked 3rd Lieutenant before her. To Mason, all he thought of her shape was just how impractical it must be to have such an overloaded top half.
As the cackling laughter at last died down, the woman looked out towards the arriving group with a wide grin. "Heya, name's Coven. Glad to meet you!" The woman spoke in a voice very unfitting for her entrance - at least, in words and giddiness. Her confidence and authoritative nature seemed to fit excellently. "Who's in charge here?" She hopped off of the broomstick, which continued to float statically in place. Mason stepped forward at her question, to the slight gasps and grabbing reaches of his guard.
Sauntering her way over to the 3rd Lieutenant, swaying as she did so (or perhaps Mason was correct in how her top-heavy nature was a hindrance), the woman put forth a finger and tapped it against Mason's chest as she spoke.
"Lemme make something- very clear to you." She closed her eyes and straightened her posture. "I am very bored."
Mason eyes her carefully, as the researchers and explorers still in Horrouce began emerging from their tents and encircling this strange engagement.
"If you- hic, sorry- if you agree to fight me," Coven stuck a thumb to her pillowy bosom. "In single combat, in fronta everybody here, then I won't- Iunno," She took a quick glance around. "Then I won't set all of those tents of fire."
A flick of the wrist set her hand ablaze. She turned ninety degrees and chucked the flame with a nngha!, where it flew and harmlessly impacted the already blazing tree.
"Sound good?" She turned back to Mason.
"And how do I know that you won't use such... strange abilities in your fight against me?"
"Oh no, I super could. Just, like, trust that I won't. Because again, bored. No fun rolling a die that's a 6 on all sides, right? I got other ways."
Mason paused a moment before responding to look across the townspeople who now encircled both of them, hand on the hilt of his blade. The explorers looking anywhere from nervous to scared, and his personal guard looking all the more anxious... no, he had to do something.
"Very well." He replied with a sigh. "But then you must be on your way."
"Cool! I won't cast any spells, promise."
With that, the circle of townspeople widened to provide ample space for what was about to ensue. As Mason drew his weapon, and the two of them squared up to fight, Coven had an unnatural smile on her face. She'd been watching this town for a long time to stave off boredom, though she acted otherwise, and she'd seen the 3rd Lieutenant's guards' constant unnoticed attempts to get in his pants. Sure, this was about having a bit of fun, but it was also about trying her hand at him and seeing if Mason was really all that he was cracked up to be.
As soon as their fighting stances were taken, Coven's eyes turned predatory. Her slack and loose demeanour vanished, her face cold and analytical. In barely ten seconds, she was past Mason's sword swipes and inside of his guard, a hand over his dick. She gave it a squeeze, with her chest pushed tightly up against him, forcing a surprisingly weak sounding groan from his lips. His weapon dropped to the ground as he tried to pull away and step back, but Coven's foot hooked around his leg and sent him tumbling to the ground.
On his backside, looking up at Coven's hefty bust with a gulp, Mason scrambled backwards across the ground. Coven followed him all the way, slowly stepping forwards and licking her lips, until he'd reached the edge of the circle of people. One look from them at Coven, and each of the explorers decided that it was in their best interests to not budge.
"A-alright, you win... I hope your boredom is sated. You can leave n-now."
Coven's looseness returned as a satisfied smile came across her face. "Hey, what are you talking about? You can come back from this. You've got me on the ropes! Besides..."
Reaching up to the robes covering her chest, Coven began slowly to unwind the material. As more and more of her titanic boobflesh was revealed, a blush came over the 3rd Lieutenant's face. He wanted to turn his head and look away, but he just couldn't. "You haven't seen anything yet." She finished. At last, a single strip of fabric was left, just covering Coven's nipples. She took her time peeling it off, before both of her puppies were set free and jiggling in the night air.
As soon as her boobs were finally fully stripped and bared to the world, her eyes locked onto Mason's face. She seemed to be trying to gauge his reaction. At last, her shoulder relaxed and a hand found its way to her hip. As she spoke, she gave and gentle sway from side to side, forcing her enormous mounds to do the same. "You know, I'm impressed! A lot of men paste their pants just from seeing these babies. Good job!"
Mason noticed that most of the explorers gathered around behind him were hunched forward slightly. Actually, a few members of his guard were too. Blushing, they looked to the side.
Coven bent forward and took Mason's chin in her hand. "Hey now, eyes on the prize." She said as she directed his gaze back to where it belonged. "Don't worry about them. Not everybody can hold it, right?"
The crowd was nodding in agreement to every word she said, but the 3rd Lieutenant shook his head free of her hand and her words. No, what was he doing? Horrouce was compromised, he needed to get his weapon back!
Mason stumbled to his feet and searched the ground behind the buxom woman, but he couldn't see where his weapon fell - had somebody in the crowd taken it? No, that's...
Moving his eyes back to Coven, his eyes immediately widened and locked onto her chest once more. Having pulled out the red tie which was between her bare breasts, Coven was rubbing something across the top of her rack. A pink liquid - some sort of potion mix, maybe? The scent was intoxicating...
A giggle escaped from Coven as the 3rd Lieutenant took a lumbering step towards her, eyes locked on her chest. This was turning out pretty easy! Was her body really that good? She waved them slowly in front of his dazed face, forcing him to breathe them in. The fumes were playing games with his head, and... a-and...
3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez, fellow commander of Sara Purcrux' expedition, gave in. Taking a breast in each hand, he began licking them, lapping up all of the sweet, strong-smelling pink liquid. H-he... wait, was he really...? Ha! Coven threw her head back and laughed deeply. Damn, this was so easy! This guy was the best that the mainland had to offer? He had all those girls fawning over him? What the hell!
"Aw, baby... w-what, you- hee hee," Coven covered her mouth with her hands. Partly because of the stimulation, but mostly to hide her snickering. "What, you want to stick your dick in there?" Her smile burst wide open as she busted out laughing at the man, unable to hold it in. "Oh my god! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, just- AHAHAHAHA!"
She laughed long, and she laughed hard. When she was finally finished, most the pink potion had been cleaned off of her by his tongue. "Aww..." She repeated with a tsk, stroking at his hair as he finished his work. "...Do you want to stick your dick in there? Want me to smother that dick in my valley?"
Mason nodded idly as he ran his rough tongue over her other breast's flesh, giving Coven time to contemplate the prospect. Moving her hand from his hair and down to his pants, she felt his size and then brought the hand back up to her chest, where she ran it up and down the space between her boobs, an almost sympathetic look on her meditating face. "It would get lost in here..."
The powerful scent from the lotion applied to the woman's breasts, which lingered despite his imbecilic slurping, was starting to melt Mason's brain. Coven stuck out her chest further, for him to finish his work and for him to inhale more of the fumes, as well as simply to show off what she was packing. Casting her gaze across the women that made of his personal guard in the crowd, Coven locked eyes with each of them individually, though in each case the guard looked away pretty quickly.
"Those girls don't look too impressive... not enough for somebody like you, huh? No, you need something more... you're so worked up. But I'm a little bit too much, aren't I?"
She pulled his head from between her chest to look deeply into his dopey, mindless eyes. Coven leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Alright then, babe. I'll give you what you want."
Slowly kneeling, pulling Mason's pants down as she passed them, she hungrily eyed his more-than-fully erected cock. He could probably do great things with this... but she wasn't here for that. Taking him to a lying position on the ground, Coven straddled his legs and prepared herself. She held the cock upright, and leaned forward slowly, so that it was trapped and hidden in her deep cleavage. With the warm pressure surrounding him, the man started moaning and shaking beneath her. A glint appeared in Coven's eyes.
"You never stood a chance."
With that, she began riding them up and down his length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his tongue flopped out as he came nearly immediately, thrusting his hips in into the air and gyrating frantically as he sprayed multiple squirts right between her. All very powerful shots, but not one of them made it to the top of her rack - his cock, and all evidence of it existing in there, was completely hidden.
In the circle of onlookers, his six personal guard had all started masturbating frantically as the sight of his great big dick at last - and the sight of its complete defeat. Coven shook heavily as she laughed, sending ripples through her immense chest, continuing to pound them up and down and up and down on him as his body slackened and fell limp beneath her, until finally his contents were completely emptied between her. Still, no sign of anything existing in there at all...
Remaining atop him, dick still stuck between her hulking puppies, Coven smiled down at him, looking a bit let down. "You know what, Lieutenant? I take it back..." She reached forward, to play with the hair atop his moaning head once again. "I'm not impressed. And now I'm bored again - you should've held on longer."
As his vision started to blacken, he could barely see the witch stand off of him and turn her attention to the circle of people surrounding them both. An entire side of the circle visibly cums as her bare tits came into their vision, his weak genes dripping down her flat belly from between them. She sighed, as the witnesses grabbed at their crotches and leaned forward heavily - many fell limp right then and there. And that was when Mason passed out.
Mason was awoken by a group of explorers that had been out during Horrouce's takeover. They returned to see that it was under new management. Explorers and his personal guard were all deep in the town, worshipping Coven. As they were leaving, they found him in the middle of the forest. Nobody had any idea how he'd gotten there.
As he looked around the empty trees, in the dark of night, Mason tuned out what his subordinates were telling him to fish his hand down the front of his pants to grab hold of his dick. Slowly at first, he started running his hand up and down the length, picking up speed in front of these explorers until he was thoroughly jerking his own brains out, bent forward in a sitting position and huffing and puffing.
He would be taken to the main town of Kokkinport - wrapped in a tarp the whole journey (except for when he was being given food and drink) so that nobody had to see what he was doing to himself. After the three days of travel, he was unwrapped, covered in an untold number of loads, and no longer capable of controlling himself.
The witch named Coven had taken over Horrouce, but ultimately 3rd Lieutenant Mason Martinez fell to his own hand. S-several times. As they carted him back to the docks, he was barely comprehensible, and wanted nothing more to do than keep jerking himself silly - jerking his own brains out.
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