Thread: Useless Femboy Companion [dani_honey & midnite_run]

One orc after another fell to mace, scimitar and dagger, leaving behind a grisly trail of dead greenskins. The stench of bashed-to-death orc seemed especially thick around the tall, dark-skinned enforcer who had slain more of the uglies than the rest of them combined. As the din of battle died down, Romi who had been cowering behind Maher the entire time like a complete pussy bitch fluttered open those big baby blues of his and took a look at his battle-worn companions. Save for a few nicks and bruises, none of them had sustained any significant injuries not that anyone could tell in Born's case which of his innumerous scars were old and which were new. The boy spotted Persia off to the side, wiping blood off her blade with a rag. When their eyes met, she glared at him darkly, probably thinking how much better it would have been had the orcs kidnapped Maher's sissy snow bunny instead. Next to him, Maher was pacing restlessly, like a bull looking to gore someone the little sissy could practically smell the excess testosterone pumping through the giant, muscular negro's veins. The girly teen knew what it meant the black male's bloodlust was quickly turning into a different kind of lust... And if he knew anything about his boyfriend's sexual habits, the more brutal the fight was, the nastier the sex would be. As everyone gathered together, Romi took his place by Maher's side, pressing his underaged, fishnet-covered body up against 250 lbs of ebony muscle that he knew he'd be forced to satisfy soon. Catching her breath, Persia was the first to speak. Now what? Those fuckers have one of ours! Grazz clicked his tongue, looking annoyed, You're welcome to search for the dumb broad, but I ain't no fuckin' forest ranger boy. We've got a deal to pull off here. Got no time to look for Bianca's sorry ass. He's right, Born agreed, thoughtfully running a calloused hand over his scraggly, graying stubble. With only the four of us here, scouring an island of this size would take too long. We'd need a tracker. Well, here's one, Grazz kicked the charred remains of Drake, sending bits of the former scout flying. Much good the fucker will do us now. Unless someone's hungry and wants some well-done Drake-on-a-stick, heh-heh. Persia muttered a curse under her breath, but it looked like the matter had been settled they'd stick to the plan and stay here for now. Secure the tower. I'll clean this mess, Born grumbled, before seizing one of the bloodied orc corpses, and dragging it towards the edge of the seaside cliff. The sturdy, thick door leading to the tower showed signs of being damaged, but the savage orcs had apparently been too stupid to get past the lock. With a twist of his key, Grazz opened the way to the gang's secret hideout. Inside, the place looked like a cross between a strip joint and a drug den not exactly the kind of place to bring a 15-year-old to... In the center of the slightly cramped room, there was a raised platform that featured a stripper pole for sluts to grind on. It was ringed by comfy-looking loveseats and ottomans that had been haphazardly arranged seeing as all the new furniture came from a Duskhaven whorehouse, it had a rather particular style to it, that's for sure. There was even a small bar and a glass coffee table meant for snorting lines of Pearl Dust perfect for business and pleasure. A steep staircase led to the upper floors, of which there were two, and beneath a carefully hidden trapdoor was the way to the tower's cellar... which may or may not have been converted into a sex dungeon at Maher's behest... The long trek and the unexpected skirmish had taken a toll on everyone, and after carrying in their illicit merchandise, Grazz and Persia sat down, spent. Even Maher had gotten all sweaty, and would need to take off his heavy armor. He had Romi to help him with that, which mostly consisted of him undoing the straps on his armor just enough to allow the femboy's tiny hand to slip inside his briefs and play with his cock while he did all of the actual work. You were so strong out there, daddy, the tiny boy looked up at his man with adoration. At times like these, the shame of his tattoos was forgotten, and he felt proud that he had been permanently branded as Maher's fuckdoll, as his property. So manly... Mm, so... big ... at that word, there was a pause, followed by a firm squeeze on the base of the massive black penis that threatened to burst out of its snug confines. Smiling at his black daddy's reaction, the sissy cocktease withdrew his hand from the man's briefs, and without missing a beat, slipped those fingers still shining wetly with Maher's ball sweat between his bubblegum pink lips and into his pretty little mouth. The act earned a disgusted hoot from Persia, but that didn't stop Romi from sucking them clean.