The bell above the door gave its familiar, cheerful jingle just after noon, cutting through the lazy quiet of Simm’s Sundries. Simm glanced up from the ledger he’d been pretending to balance for the last twenty minutes. Jerrin, predictably, was already on his feet, sweeping the same spotless patch of floor for the third time that morning. He wore nothing but the thin leather cord he sometimes tied around his wrist when he felt like pretending to be civilized. His cock hung soft and heavy between his thighs, swaying gently with each pass of the broom.
Simm himself was only marginally more dressed: loose linen breeches slung low on his hips, no shirt, no boots. The morning’s heat had already crept in through the open windows, and after last night’s exertions, he couldn’t be bothered with more fabric than necessary. A faint sheen of sweat still clung to the muscled planes of his chest.
Two figures stepped inside, blinking against the shift from bright sunlight to the cooler dimness of the shop.
The first was a broad-shouldered orc man in battered leather armor, a longsword strapped across his back, and a shield on his arm. His beard was neatly trimmed, his green skin the color of spring leaves and surprisingly scar-free, but the road dust still clung to his boots and the hem of his cloak. Behind him came a leaner elf—female, silver-haired, clad in patched green robes and carrying a tall staff topped with a faintly glowing crystal. Both of them froze mid-step.
The orc’s eyes went immediately to Jerrin’s nakedness, then flicked to Simm’s half-dressed state, then back again. His mouth opened, closed, opened again.
“Uh… good afternoon?” he managed.
Jerrin beamed, completely unbothered. “Afternoon! Welcome to Simm’s Sundries. Looking for healing salves? Rope? Lantern oil? We’ve got alm oil too, best in Riverside.” He leaned the broom against the counter and spread his arms as if presenting the shop itself. His cock bounced cheerfully with the motion.
The elf woman’s gaze darted from Jerrin’s groin to Simm’s bare torso, then to the orc beside her. Her pointed ears flushed a delicate pink at the tips.
Simm cleared his throat and stood slowly, trying—and failing—to look dignified while shirtless and sporting a semi from the simple sight of his husband’s casual nudity. “They’re travelers,” he said to Jerrin, voice low. “Probably not used to the Qualian way of life. We are close to the border.”
“Oh!” Jerrin’s face lit up with understanding. “Right, right. Sorry! You’re from outside Qualia, aren’t you? Don’t worry, it’s normal here. The Goddess likes us comfortable.” He gestured vaguely at his own hairy body. “Clothes get in the way, you know?”
The orc coughed into his fist. “We, uh… we’re just passing through. Heard this was the last decent supply stop before the Whispering Pass. Need rations, a couple healing potions if you’ve got any that aren’t… blessed by anything weird… and maybe some lamp oil.”
Simm nodded, grateful for something resembling normal commerce. “I’ve got all that. Potions are standard-issue, no Goddess involved unless you ask nicely. Got a few choices for rations. No lamp oil, but alm oil is all you really need, especially in Qualia, as I’ve learned.” He moved toward the shelves behind the counter, feeling the adventurers’ eyes track him the whole way. He could practically hear their thoughts: Why is the shopkeep half-naked? Why is his assistant completely naked? Why does no one else seem to care?
Jerrin, meanwhile, had drifted closer to the pair, still smiling like he was greeting old friends. “You two look like you’ve seen some things. Bandits? Incubi? Ooh, maybe a wyrm? We don’t get many adventurers through here anymore. Everyone says Riverside’s too peaceful these days.”
The elf finally found her voice. “Peaceful is… one way to put it.” Her eyes flicked downward again, then quickly back up to Jerrin’s face. “We didn’t realize the local customs were quite so… open.”
“Open is good!” Jerrin said brightly. “Keeps everything honest. You should see the baths down by the river on market day. Whole village just… enjoying the Goddess’s gifts.” He waggled his eyebrows.
The orc looked like he was reconsidering his entire life choice to enter the shop. “We’ll, uh, just take the supplies. Quickly.”
Simm set the requested items on the counter with deliberate calm. “Six silver for the lot. No haggling, prices are fair.” He glanced at Jerrin, who was now leaning on the counter, ass casually presented to the room, chatting away about the best trails through the pass.
The elf’s gaze kept sliding—first to Jerrin’s backside, then to Simm’s chest, then away again like she’d been caught stealing. The orc was trying very hard to stare at the ceiling beams.
Simm felt a traitorous twitch in his breeches. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, at least not by Qualian standards, but the awkward fascination radiating off these two outsiders was doing unfortunate things to him. He shifted his weight, hoping they wouldn’t notice.
Then the bell jingled again.
Ennis strolled in, shirtless as usual, breeches unlaced and hanging dangerously low. He carried a small basket of fresh bread from the bakery across the square. “Brought lunch, boys. And I was thinking—after we eat, maybe we could—”
He stopped short, taking in the two adventurers. Then he grinned, wide and wolfish.
“Well now. Fresh meat in town. Welcome to Riverside, strangers. Hope you like what you see.” Ennis’s body shifted subtly, flexing here and there and pushing out his bulge against his pants.
“Don’t call my customers fresh meat Daddy. Not while they’re still in the store.” Simm said, bothered.
Ennis’s grin widened, slow and predatory, as he set the basket of bread on the counter. He didn’t bother adjusting the low-slung breeches that were already threatening to slide off his hips. “Fresh meat,” he repeated, voice warm with welcome. “You’ve picked the right village to resupply, friends. Riverside doesn’t do things the way the rest of the kingdoms do. We follow the Goddess of Love proper-like. Comfort first. Pleasure second. And we’re real generous with both.”
The adventurer, still looking like he’d walked into the wrong temple, shifted his weight. “We’re, uh… not here for trouble. Just supplies.”
“Oh, no trouble at all,” Ennis chuckled. He stepped closer, eyes flicking appreciatively over the elf woman’s lithe form and then lingering on Kaelish’s broad chest beneath the leather armor. “But you’re in Qualia now. Might as well learn how we greet travelers. Name’s Ennis. That big smooth elf behind the counter is my son-in-law Simm. The pretty naked boy sweeping is my son Jerrin. We believe the Goddess smiles brightest when folks drop their armor—and their inhibitions.”
Jerrin nodded eagerly, cock already starting to thicken against his thigh at the attention. Simm, cheeks faintly pink, muttered under his breath, “Here we go…”
Ennis didn’t miss a beat. He hooked an arm around the silver-haired elf woman’s waist with surprising gentleness. “You look like the scholarly type, miss. Bet you’ve got questions about our… customs. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll show you the back storeroom. Got some very special herbs back there that’ll open your eyes. And maybe a few other things.” He winked.
The elf’s ears flushed darker, but she didn’t pull away. After a heartbeat’s hesitation, she gave a small, intrigued nod. “Herbs sound… nice.”
Ennis laughed, low and delighted, and guided her toward the curtained doorway at the rear of the shop, one big hand already sliding down to rest possessively on the small of her back. “We’ll be a while,” he called over his shoulder. “Don’t wait up, boys. And be nice to Kaelish here—he looks like he could use a proper Riverside welcome.”
The curtain swished shut behind them. Silence fell for half a second.
Then Jerrin turned to Kaelish with that same bright, guileless smile. “So! Just you and us now.”
Kaelish swallowed, eyes darting between the two men. “Look, I don’t—I mean, I’m not—” His voice cracked when Jerrin stepped in close enough that the heat of his bare skin was unmistakable.
Simm came around the counter, slow and deliberate, still trying to cling to some shred of dignity even though his loose breeches were already tenting obscenely. “Relax, traveler. Nobody’s forcing anything. But Ennis is right. This village, this kingdoms idea of hospitality is a bit… unique.” His voice dropped, a little rougher than he intended. “And you’re very welcome here.”
Jerrin reached out and tugged at the laces of Kaelish’s leather jerkin. “Let’s get some of this off you. Can’t worship a body that’s all wrapped up.”
Kaelish’s breath hitched, but he didn’t stop them. Piece by piece the armor came away—jerkin, shirt, belt—until the broad, dust-streaked orc stood in nothing but his boots and breeches. His chest was thick with dark green hair, muscles honed by the road, nipples already pebbled in the shop’s warm air. A thick trail disappeared beneath his waistband, and the heavy bulge there was growing fast.
“Goddess above,” Jerrin breathed, eyes shining. “You’re gorgeous.”
Simm ran a hand through Kaelish’s chest hair. “Hell yeah.”
They guided him gently backward until his ass hit the edge of the wide wooden counter. Simm dropped to his knees first, something he still couldn’t quite believe he was doing in the middle of his own shop in broad daylight, and pressed his face to Kaelish’s furry belly. He inhaled deep, savoring the salty musk of travel and man, then dragged his smooth tongue up through the dense hair, licking a slow stripe from navel to sternum.
Kaelish’s groan was involuntary and loud.
Jerrin mirrored him on the other side, smaller and hairier, nuzzling into the traveler’s pit when Kaelish instinctively raised an arm. “Smells like a real man,” Jerrin murmured happily, licking and sucking at the damp hair there while his hand slid down to palm the thick cock still trapped in Kaelish’s breeches.
Simm worked lower, mouthing along the waistband, teeth grazing the fabric until he finally tugged the laces open with his teeth. Kaelish’s cock sprang out—thick, veined, already slick at the tip and curving upward through a wild thatch of pubic hair. Simm hummed in appreciation and dragged his tongue along the underside, slow and reverent, while Jerrin dropped down beside him so they could worship together.
“Help me with this Jerrin. Remember what I showed you last week, on how to use your tongue.” Simm said.
Two tongues. Two mouths. Constant, wet, adoring attention on a thick traveler’s cock.
They licked every inch: the heavy balls, the shaft, the sensitive head. They sucked marks into the hairy thighs. Jerrin buried his face in the crease where thigh met groin and moaned like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Simm took the cock into his mouth in one long, smooth glide until his nose pressed into the musky curls, then pulled off with a wet pop so Jerrin could do the same.
Every time Kaelish’s hips jerked or his breath turned ragged, they slowed. Edged him right to the brink—tongues fluttering, hands stroking, fingers teasing his hole but never pushing in—then backed off with soft kisses and praise.
“Easy, big guy,” Simm murmured against the wet head of Kaelish’s cock, voice husky. “You’re doing so well. Just let us show you how we welcome guests in Riverside.”
“Feels… fuck… too good,” Kaelish panted, one hand tangled in Simm’s long hair, the other gripping the counter so hard his knuckles were white.
Jerrin grinned up at him, lips shiny. “That’s the point. We want you to remember this every mile you walk through the Whispering Pass.” He sucked one of Kaelish’s balls into his mouth, humming, while Simm stroked the shaft with long, torturously slow pulls.
They kept him there for long, blissful minutes—edging him mercilessly, bodies pressed close, skin sliding on skin, the shop filling with the wet sounds of mouths and the traveler’s broken groans. Simm’s own cock throbbed untouched in his breeches; Jerrin was leaking steadily onto the floorboards.
Kaelish’s thighs started to tremble.
The orc’s massive green cock throbbed angrily in the air, slick and purple at the head, veins pulsing.
Simm pulled off just enough to look up, lips brushing the slick cockhead with every word. “Not yet, traveler. We’re nowhere near done showing you the ropes.”
Jerrin whimpered in agreement, still lapping greedily at one of Kaelish’s heavy, hairy balls. “He’s so big, Simm… I want him.”
Simm chuckled darkly, rising to his feet and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His own cock was straining painfully against his loose breeches. “You heard my husband. He’s offering that tight little farmboy ass of his as a proper welcome gift. You ever been between two men, Kaelish? Ever had a warm hole wrapped around your cock while another fat cock stretches your own guts at the same time?”
The orc’s golden eyes widened, tusks glinting as his mouth fell open. “N-no… never. I’ve never been with a man.”
“Then today’s your lucky day.” Simm gave Jerrin a gentle shove toward the counter. “Bend over, love. Show our guest how pretty you look when you’re taking cock.”
Jerrin scrambled eagerly onto the wide wooden counter, knees spread, chest pressed to the cool surface so his ass stuck up and out, already winking and shiny with the remnants of morning alm oil from some lazy morning sex between him and Simm. He reached back and spread his cheeks himself, hole fluttering invitingly. “Come on, big guy. I can take it. I’ve had Daddy and Simm at the same time already.”
Simm stepped behind the orc, yanking Kaelish’s breeches the rest of the way down. The orc’s ass was massive—thick, muscular, covered in coarse hair that ran down the backs of his powerful thighs. Simm slicked his own long elven cock with a quick scoop of alm oil from the jar under the counter, then pressed the head against Kaelish’s tight pucker.
“Easy now,” Simm murmured, voice low and soothing even as his hips pushed forward. “Just breathe and let me in.”
Kaelish groaned as the thick cockhead popped past his ring. At the same moment, he thrust forward, sliding his enormous orc cock straight into Jerrin’s greedy hole in one long, wet glide. All three of them moaned in unison.
“He’s huge,” Jerrin whimpered happily, pushing back to take every inch.
Simm bottomed out in the orc’s ass and immediately started a slow, rolling rhythm—driving Kaelish deeper into Jerrin with every thrust. The shop filled with the filthy slap of flesh on flesh, the wet squelch of two cocks moving in tandem, and the broken, rumbling groans of the overwhelmed orc sandwiched between them.
Simm reached around and wrapped his hand around Kaelish’s thick shaft where it disappeared into Jerrin, stroking him in time with their thrusts. “Feel that? That’s my husband’s perfect little ass milking you. You’re fucking him so deep, traveler. You’re going to fill him up like a good guest should.”
Kaelish’s massive green body shuddered, “Can’t, can’t hold it, too good—”
“Then don’t,” Simm growled, slamming in harder. “Cum for us. Breed my boy while I breed you.”
Jerrin came first with a high, desperate cry, his cock spurting untouched across the counter and onto the floorboards. His hole clenched around Kaelish’s shaft, and that was all it took. The orc roared, burying himself to the hilt and pumping rope after thick rope of hot orc cum deep into Jerrin’s guts.
The rhythmic squeezing of Kaelish’s ass around him sent Simm over the edge right after. He snarled and flooded the orc’s channel with pulse after pulse of elven seed, hips grinding tight against that hairy green ass.
For a long moment, the only sounds were heavy breathing and the soft drip of cum.
Then Kaelish made a strangled noise. “Shit, fuck, wait, I can’t… fuck, I gotta piss—”
Before he could pull out, a hot, powerful stream erupted inside Jerrin. The orc’s eyes went wide in panic, but he couldn’t stop; his bladder had been full for hours and the orgasm had blown the floodgates wide open. Golden piss jetted deep into Jerrin’s already cum-stuffed hole, mixing with the loads and squirting back out around Kaelish’s thick cock in messy rivulets.
Jerrin moaned like he’d just been given a divine blessing, pushing back greedily. “Yes, fill me more. Mark me.”
Simm grinned, still buried to the hilt in the orc’s ass. “Good boy, Kaelish. Now hold still.” He relaxed his own bladder and let loose a long, steady stream of hot piss straight into the orc’s guts. Kaelish shuddered violently, another weak spurt of cum leaking from his cock as Simm’s piss flooded him, mixing with the load already inside and forcing it deeper.
The three of them stayed locked together, pissing and dripping, until the streams finally tapered off. Kaelish’s massive green cock was still buried to the hilt in Jerrin’s ass, but now a steady golden trickle of mixed piss and cum bubbled out around his thick shaft with every twitch. Simm remained buried deep in the orc’s guts, his own bladder emptying in long, luxurious pulses that made Kaelish’s belly swell slightly before the excess forced its way back out in messy spurts, splattering onto the shop floorboards.
“Fuuuuck,” Kaelish groaned, voice wrecked and rumbling. “Never… never felt anything like this. So full… so warm…”
Jerrin whimpered happily, grinding back against the orc’s cock to milk every last drop. “More… give me all of it, big guy. Goddess, I can feel it sloshing inside me.”
When the final weak spurts faded, Simm pulled out first with a wet schlick. A thick river of piss-laced cum gushed from Kaelish’s gaping, hairy hole and splattered loudly onto the floor. Kaelish followed a moment later, easing his enormous cock free of Jerrin’s gaping ass. The farmboy’s hole didn’t even try to close, it stayed loose and winking, a creamy waterfall of white orc cum and golden piss pouring out in heavy globs.
Jerrin sighed in pure bliss and stayed bent over the counter, ass presented like an offering. “Don’t waste it,” he murmured.
Simm didn’t need telling twice. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between Jerrin’s cheeks, licking long, greedy stripes through the messy combination of fluids. The taste—salty piss, thick cum, and the sweet hint of alm oil—made his spent cock twitch again. He sucked noisily at the dripping hole, tongue fucking in deep to scoop out more, then rose and shared a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss with Kaelish, feeding the orc the taste of his own load mixed with Simm’s piss.
Jerrin spun around, still leaking, and knelt in front of Kaelish. He took the orc’s softening, piss-wet cock into his mouth and cleaned it thoroughly, sucking every drop of mixed fluids from the shaft, the heavy balls, even lapping at the coarse hair at the base. Kaelish shuddered and petted the boy’s hair with a dazed grin.
Simm moved behind Kaelish next, spreading those thick green cheeks and diving in to tongue-fuck the orc’s freshly-pissed hole, swallowing down the warm cocktail that leaked out. The three of them passed the mess between their mouths in lazy, cum-drunk kisses until every drop was savored or swallowed.
Only then did they finally separate, chests heaving, bodies glistening.
Jerrin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and beamed up at Kaelish like he’d just handed him the greatest gift in the world. “Piss is lucky, you know. In Qualia, the Goddess teaches that sharing water like that binds you to the land and the people. Means you’ll have safe travels, good hunts, and you’ll always find your way back to warm holes and open hearts.” He patted his own cum-and-piss-swollen belly with pride. “You just blessed us real good, traveler.”
Kaelish let out a shaky laugh, tusks flashing. “Lucky… right. I feel like I just got reborn.” He looked down at the huge puddle spreading across the floorboards and winced. “Sorry about the mess, though.”
Simm was already moving, fetching the mop and bucket from behind the counter with the resigned air of a man who had long accepted his fate. “Shop’s seen worse,” he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched in a reluctant smile. He started mopping in slow, steady strokes, the wet slap of the mop mixing with the faint drip still leaking from Jerrin’s ass. “Just another Tyrsday in Riverside.”
The curtain at the back of the shop rustled. Ennis stepped out first, naked and flushed, his cock still half-hard and shiny. Right behind him came the silver-haired elf woman—trembling from head to toe, robes disheveled and clinging to sweat-slick skin, a dreamy, blissed-out smile on her face. Her eyes were glassy, ears flushed crimson, and she walked with the careful, bow-legged gait of someone who had been very thoroughly used and loved every second of it.
Ennis gave her ass an affectionate pat as she passed. “Told you the back room had special herbs,” he chuckled. “And a few other special things.”
She managed a weak, happy laugh and leaned against the counter for support. “I… I may need to extend our stay in Riverside,” she murmured dreamily.
Kaelish took one look at his companion and barked a deep laugh. “Yeah… same.” He glanced at Simm, then Jerrin, then the still-damp floor, and his golden eyes sparkled with something like promise. “We’ll be back through here in a couple weeks once we clear the Whispering Pass. Maybe… maybe we’ll need more supplies. And another proper welcome.”
Jerrin’s face lit up. “We’ll keep the alm oil warm for you.”
Simm sighed, but there was no real heat in it as he wrung out the mop. “Just don’t track in any more road dust next time.”
Ennis slung an arm around both his son and son-in-law, grinning wide. “See? Told you Riverside knows how to treat guests.”
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