<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dorn Harms<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Artorius, Reign<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Artorious's responsiveness was something that Dorn had always enjoyed. That the little boy's tool began to immediately grow turgid and lengthen in response to such slight manipulation was the hallmark of a good healslut. There were some that made a dom work too hard for it and so when things finally got going so much effort had been put into it that the final result could only result in disappointment. Not so with Artorious. Or Reign. Granted, Dorn was less familiar with Reign in these salacious terms but there was not really anything he would change too much about her. And what he wanted to change she was using as a fulcum to get just what she wanted out of him.<br/><br/>There was a part of Dorn who questioned just who really was the dom and who was the healslut in the developing dynamic between himself and Reign but between Artorious stripping down and that tail sneaking up his habit to tease at his cock there was just too much else to be aware of to really think any thoughts of significant depth. At least, thoughts where the significant depth was not related to fucking the two healsluts.<br/><br/>"Hmm. I believe that. You probably thought about getting your sweet little boypussy filled up hard every single day." Dorn said in a low growl that was edged with a rare but unmistakable undercurrent of arousal. Normally it took him a lot longer to get to that tone or that sort of things he was saying; if there was one thing that healsluts faulted Dorn on - besides his style of play - it was that he started off with the saccharine and the maudlin, whispering sweet nothings and playing with the healslut rather than just throwing them to the ground and thrusting in like he wanted to drive right through them. Which is not to say that the words were not without fondness or affection, but definitely closer to presaging Artorious being claimed to the hilt than not. As Dorn spoke his hand reached out again to re-capture Artorious and his formed a ring with thumb and forefinger to encircle the little boy's penis, easily encircling it and then some over the cloth of the pink-haired healer's undergarment. Dorn began to stroke up and down on Artorious's length. "I missed you too." Dorn admitted as he gave a particularly sharp tug towards himself, pulling Artorious onto the big warrior's body.<br/><br/>He continued to stroke Artorious but captured the boy's lips with his own, conquering them with a hard, passionate kiss. Dorn sucked Artorious's lip between his own and nibbled on it but was unable to suppress something that was halfway between a moan and a grown for what Reign's tail was doing to the monster between his legs.<br/><br/>Dorn's lips broke away from Artorious's and the warrior closed his fingers around Reign's neck again, squeezing harder this time. His head whipped around and his blue eyes locked onto Reign's challenging ones. "I am going to make you a lot of things." The big male said, delivering a raw and growling promise.<br/><br/>Dorn stood up, one arm curling around Artorious's slender waist to ensure that the pink-haired healer came with. His hand remained strongly clasped around Reign's throat, holding her tightly and with such a strength that it seemed unlikely to Dorn that she could find her way free even if she wanted to. It seemed very much like she had him right where she wanted and was right where she wanted to be. Once he was on his feet Dorn transferred Artorious so that the petite healer femme was over one of his huge shoulders. Dorn's hand immediately went to mauling Artorious's bubble butt, squeezing and working over the soft, supple flesh with a big, strong hand like he owned it. Several times he worked his hands between Artorious's legs and teased the healer's sac, stroking it through the frilly fabric of the girly underwear that he remained in at Dorn's bidding.<br/><br/>With his hand on her throat and her tail around his achingly erect penis being the only things that were keeping Reign from the tender embrace of gravity and the welcoming - though purely figurative - arms of the floor, Dorn looked at the tiny, brutish demonette and gave her an arch half-smile that had the corner of his left lip quirk up. Dorn hefted her up onto his other shoulder, releasing her throat. The warrior caught her and steadied her, arranging Reign just where he wanted her before he delivered a hard smack to the dark skin of her backside. It was not some weak little slap or a gentle tap of congratulations, either. It was a full-on spank that made a sound loud enough for everyone in Sara's house and Prince outside to hear it. And with Dorn's hand as big as it was, all of Reign's full, round, soft butt got that hand. Dorn smacked that ass again, without mercy, setting the delicious jelly to jiggling under the force he delivered. It was probably going to leave a mark.<br/><br/>Dorn was tired of the opportunities that the chair offered and was making his way into one of the first floor bedrooms. Neither of the healsluts over his shoulders proved to be any burden, and his strong arms kept them in place where he wanted them. Nothing either of them - especially Reign, with her tail granting her a large advantage in manipulative capability - slowed him down or turned him from his chosen path. One big foot pushed open a door to one of the bedrooms and Dorn advanced to the bed, tossing both healsluts down on it and letting the mattress cushion their fall.<br/><br/>The warrior unfastened the basic knotted rope that cinched his habit at his waist and then pulled the long garment off, throwing it over a chair in the room with an absent toss. A brief push set his anachronistic boxer shorts to pool around his ankles and he stepped out of them and brushed them aside with as much care. His body was an expanse of smooth, white muscle. Dorn had elected for a completely manscaped look without any hair beyond what was on his head. The milky flesh was unblemished by scars and one might think he had never seen combat before because his skin was so free of the scars and telltale signs of injury that told the history of violence that combat classes were known for. Heavy armor and a monomania for survivability was responsible.<br/><br/>There was something that contrasted with the shark-belly white of his skin, and that was the black-blue of Reign's tail curled around the huge jutting pillar of flesh that was Dorn's penis. It was a monstrously thick appendage with a length in the double figures. The girth of it was such that Reign's tail was the only single appendage between the two healsluts that could encircle it; even with both of diminutive hands either healer would be hard-pressed to encircle the warrior's length. The tip was a pale pink, and the flared crown had the foreskin nestled around it. There was also a glossy coating of arousal coating the pink tip and slowly edging down along the underside of the shaft, forced out by what the two little sluts had done to the warrior.<br/><br/>Dorn's strong hands went to Reign's tail and forcibly uncurled it from around him. Strong as her tail was Dorn's hands were stronger. Dorn kept one hand full of Reign's tail to curtail further mischief on her part, the pad of his thumb teasing over the surface of the arrow-point tip of her length like it was the tip of a more definitely masculine organ. Dorn smirked at her, before his other hand pushed Artorious onto his back. Dorn bent his knees and gathered up Artorious's ankles in one big hand and used that grip to fold up the healslut, pushing those ankles over Artorious's ears and leaving the boy's very feminine ass vulnerable.<br/><br/>"Do not try anything." Dorn warned Reign with a dangerous snarl. The tone had that rough edge and quality that was Reign's opiate.<br/><br/>Dorn let her tail go - for the moment - and his now free hand went underneath Artorious's upturned hips and found the waistband of the boy's girly underwear. Dorn hooked a finger in and pulled up enough to bare the pink-haired healer's ass but to leave his genitals covered. The warrior gave a low, rumbling noise at the sight of Artorious's tight pink hole nestled between those tempting ass-cheeks. It was so perfect and tight that anyone who did not know better could say it was cherry.<br/><br/>The hand left Artorious's underwear and moved to the base of Dorn's length to angle it just right so that Dorn's big head was pressing against Artorious's entrance. It would be too late for the healslut to revise whether he was ready for Dorn's pleasure. Typically Dorn would have spent a lot more time playing and prepping the boy but these were not normal circumstances. Dorn gave a grunt and pushed, powering into Artorious and overcoming the petite nature and tightness of the hole the boy had with pure, powerful lust and ardor. The warrior grunted again, forcing the boy's body to accept what he was making it take, sinking first one inch then another into a hole that seemed like it never should take something so vastly wide. This was definitely about Dorn using Artorious for his pleasure. Dorn hoped it was not lost on Artorious that he was picked first for this.<br/><br/>Once he was in enough that Artorious's little body held him in, Dorn's hand left his length and found one of Reign's horns. Dorn gripped it, and stroked it up and down a few times before using it to pull the demonette close, mashing her up against his bared front. She was not quite lined up where he wanted so with a low snarl his hand left her horn and swooped down her back - it was not a slow exploration but it was definitely a good, rough rub - and came to lower parts of her. The top of her tail fitted into the gap between Dorn's middle and ring finger, and his hand cupped Reign's backside and served as a grip to lift her up.<br/><br/>Dorn brought Reign up high enough that he could kiss her, and he did. His smashed his lips into hers, hard. His lips parted against hers and Dorn bit Reign's plump lower lip with enough force to break the skin. It shocked him, a little, how rough he was being as he tasted the petite's demonette's blood but it did not stop him from shoving his big tongue into her mouth and tasting her pierced tongue. Dorn grunted into her mouth while his tongue fought against hers, making pleasured sounds as he worked to force every last inch of length into Artorious below.