The sun finally rose and Maro was in the middle of a couple dozen unconscious Amazon women who were blessed by his holy orgasmic power… he definitely did not want to come back here in nine months.
He was drained, exhausted and empty of all energy… he barely survived… yet he couldn't escape. Gnarlo running away and Kadrin turning to stone, screwed him hard, they chained him down extra tight… he couldn't even move his hands to grab some alcohol.
With no sign of help, he sighed… at least he made it through the night.
He hoped they would be released after this, I mean he probably got a good chunk of the women pregnant, what more could they take from him.
Maro stared at the wine skin that was just out of reach, he was so thirsty…
"Looking for this, dumbass?" Gnarlo whispered as he picked up the wine skin and started drinking it
"Traitor. You ditched us, I had to take your burden… but I never got pegged baby… 46 giant Amazonian women were satisfied by me last night. I suffered for your sins Gnarlo, just throw the wine skin my way" Maro's lips were so parched, if his hands were free he would have snapped Gnarlo's head in the moment
"Hahahaha, beg me for it" he took a slow wanting sip
Maro closed his eyes.Calm calm calm… he's just a fucking coward who ran away… don't get angry… it's not worth it
He felt wine dripping on his forehead and he snapped
"You fucking cowardly cunt gnome, I'll rip your tiny balls off!!!" Maro snapped the chain on his right hand and immediately swung it to grab Gnarlo.
He missed but managed to get his shirt collar
Gnarlo was scared shitless, he started squirming away immediately
"I will shove my axe up your ass" Maro was fuming and so close to revenge
Just then a smoke cloud erupted, Maro had a coughing fit while still grabbing the shirt, only for it to feel weightless
After the smoke cleared he had the gnomes shirt and the wine skin was on the floor by his head. One small solace.
The Crone barged in "what the hell is going on with the noise" she stared at the unconscious women and at Maro still chained by his legs, one arm and his neck.
"They are in an Orgasmic coma, before you decide to toss me away, I'm pretty sure half of them are pregnant so please unchain me"… Maro pleaded
"Men… so stupid… you're going to stay here as long as your body holds up… we notified our smaller sister tribes we found a couple candidates… but I guess you are all that is left." The crone explained
Damn it, fuck… "come on, what would it take for you to release me?" At the same time thinking, how long could I last?
The Crone thought long and hard and said "oh no, you're here to serve the Amazons until you die… you are a once in a generation specimen of a man… what are we going to do, use your friend that turned himself into some rock or even worse that Pathetic Gnome that cried and begged so hard after…"
Gnarlo appeared out of nowhere and stabbed her in the neck before she finished what she was going to say.
"OH HAHAHAHAHA, you cried and begged!" Maro was dying of laughter "quick do a fart, how bad did they peg you?!
Gnarlo kicked the dying Crone over Maro, blood pouring all over him, shutting him up.
Maro snapped the rest of the chains and got up "lets go find our girthy friend and with my magic touch, he won't be a stone anymore"
Gnarlo would never go on to talk about what happened to him… but he did his best to get revenge… He stole all the gold and silver the tribe had, all the cactus wine and a couple of detailed maps of the desert. Gnarlo stashed everything outside the camp, so they could pick it up on their way out.
They came up on Kadrin… frozen like a rock… still erect and naked… Maro used Holy Judgement and Kadrin shot straight up like he had the worst nightmare ever.
…"we have to go now… I can't be here… My mind was not protected by my [Mithril Skin]... they tried and did… so many things to me…there are much worse things than pegging… "
Gnarlo threw him a wine skin
"I'm over it, where do we go now" Kadrin drank greedily
"No idea, I've been drinking so I can't fly to scout for a while" Maro said as he drank some more… Why fly when you can get drunk? All though both things at the same time was fun.
Gnarlo unrolled a map "only one place we can go… There is only one permanent location here and that is the Pirate and Slaver town all the way on the southern coast… Its either that or we go back north"
"South it is" they said in unison.
They were criminals in the Unity Kingdom, being chased down by religious fanatics from their fortress and soon these desert expert Amazons would be on their trails also… How did wanting a peaceful night of drinking with his friends make him enemies everywhere he went. Maro pondered this dilemma for a couple seconds as his wine skin derailed his thoughts… maybe he could stay another night with the amazons.
They gathered their stuff and Gnarlo's stash of goods and started walking south… they were in high spirits… Once they were a couple of wine skins in, they were singing all through the night and they slept all day to avoid the heat.
When they woke up… they inspected their wine stock… "How long would it take to get there, Gnarlo?"
"…about 10 days at our pace…and we have 2 days of drink left" Gnarlo kicked the sand while looking at the stock they stole
"It would be 1 day of flying…these sand dunes take way too much time to traverse…" he looked at Maro like a lost puppy… Kadrin joined in too
"No, I am not staying sober while you guys get to drink, are you my friends or what… if you want to get there fast we have two options" Maro took a drink
"One we all go sober together or two we finish the alcohol as fast as possible and then I can recover fast and we can fly sober then." Maro knew the answer
Number 2 it was… those guys would not go without a drink in this boring ass desert… it would be 5 minutes before one of them broke.
But number 2 was riskier as he didn't know how long the Amazons would stay asleep in their Holy Orgasmic Sex coma. There were too many of them and his power was waning near the end.
With their plan in place they busted everything out and just had fun drinking and talking, Maro healed their livers just in case.
Maro bragged all night about how many Amazons he satisfied all night, Gnarlo pissed he didn't get to enjoy his big women and skipping some details of his night, he bragged about all the stuff he stole from them in revenge.
Poor Kadrin… was quiet the entire time… what could they have possibly done to him they wondered.
"They… brought tools out… they tried to use a hammer on my penis… my armour was tough… it didn't hurt… they tried to… chisel their way… into my bottom… my armour was too tough…then three of the most beautiful dwarven maidens had their way with each other and used me as a prop…they left me alone." Kadrin was shivering
"I'm sorry Maro… I overheard them talking…"
Why was he sorry to me, what the fuck could he hear…
"Two ladies were talking about what they would do if some of them birthed boys. It had been years since they found a suitable candidate… they… they… castrate the boys as babies and raise them as women to live amongst them… roughly half of the tribe…" Kadrin looked down
Maro looked down in the sand… thinking long and hard analyzing his memories over again… some of the Muscle Mommies had a bit of extra muscle, were they Muscle Daddies… But he was tied down for the most part, he couldn't do a full inspection on anyone… He wanted to run away from the world… he wished he could fly at this moment… leave Gnarlo and Kadrin in the desert to die… no one would ever know. A single tear went down Maro's cheek and gently hit the sand.
Gnarlo was also looking down…he was holding back laughter… Maro was bragging about it just a second before. He was absolutely shuddering in laughter now, Maro was too lost in his own mind to notice Gnarlo vibrating like an amazonian sex toy.
Maro snapped out of it, got up to get another wine skin, kicked Gnarlo down the dune again and proclaimed "Gnarlo was pegged, the crone said he was begging and crying"
Gnarlo shot up out of the sand "THERE WAS NO FUCKING EVIDENCE OF THAT HAPPENING!" and he started sprinting up the hill to shut Maro up, but his little legs made it hard to climb the sand dune… he kept falling over drunk and yelling at Maro
"Well, actually… I overheard…" Kadrin was interrupted
"OKAY, we all had consensual sex with Amazons and we had a great time… is the official story" Gnarlo proclaimed… no one outside the three men cared or would bother to ask what the drunks did on their 'adventure'.