<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BDQBYb0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dorn Harms<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park, Side Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Artorius, Reign<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Artorious's ass was a<em>tight</em>fit, but that was not stopping Dorn. At all. Dorn was powering through that tightness and giving the pink-haired little healslut every inch every time with all of the force that his big body could muster. At the end of every powerful thrust Dorn's body smacked loudly onto the back of Artorious's hips and bottom, pinkening the flesh with repeated impacts. Dorn's every thrust seemed designed to drive and drive himself not just to the hilt into Artorious's bottom but all of the way through the small healer. If not for Dorn holding Artorious in place there was no way that Artorious would be able to keep himself in place under his own power, and even then the little boy was being mashed around on the bed but roughly staying in place. It was sort of rough, savage claiming that the healer wanted at the moment, and the huge thickness was hitting all of the right places inside of the pink-haired boy to force maximum pleasure without really meaning too. Artorious was being used as a cocksleeve and it seemed from all of the moans and motions that Artorious was making beneath Dorn that the healer would not have it any other way.<br/><br/>The noises that Artorious was making were music to Dorn's ears. He loved how the little healslut had been reduced to it by<em>his</em>cock. Dorn had a special lustful look for the pink-haired healer. It was a look of savage, conquering passion and it was all for the candy-maned young male beneath him. There was a part of Timothy that twinged within Dorn at having to divide his attention between two healsluts but another part that felt very lucky to be the focus of both of their attentions. Dorn snarled and his nostrils flared at a powerful exhalation of breath as he fought hard not to finish as Artorious gave just the right squeeze to his huge length. It would not have been the end of the world - the refractory period that Dorn was subject to was actually less than the time he took to finish ejaculating - but Artorious - and Reign, when it was her turn - deserved better than a quickshot tank. But Artorious was not making it easy! One of the reasons why Artorious was so popular with all of the doms and tops of the guild and server, beyond his cute looks and deliciously submissive servility.<br/><br/>Having Reign pressing against him made Dorn aware of her extra. It did not bother him to feel the hard, moist organ that peeked out of Reign's black panties rub against him. He was a little surprised that Reign specifically had one - Timothy frequented too many forums of a salacious nature whose maturity was dubious - but not that another player character in Ameria would have one. In all honesty Timothy believed that there was probably a statistically significant segment of the player base whose characters had more or less than one might assume from looking at them in armor. Feeling that black organ rubbing up against him made Dorn give a wide, figuratively shark-like smile that showed off some very white teeth. Seeing the embarrassment and dismay that came with its appearance had been wonderfully aphrodisiac.<br/><br/>There was a dim, fleeting thought in the back of Timothy's mind that maybe he should have looked closer at the cash shop offerings to see if there was a four armed race or variant available, because he was facing a serious dearth of hands.<br/><br/>"No, that is good. This is nice. Do you not feel better being nice?" Dorn said darkly and teasingly as Reign wound her tail around Artorious's length, adding to what the pink-haired healer was experiencing. What he had said earlier was meant to keep her from interfering when Dorn had needed both hands for Artorious, not as a prescription against cross-participation. "<strong>Hngh.</strong>" The throaty sound came as Reign's teeth sank into his flesh, the sharp points drawing blood. Dorn could . . . feel . . . the love. It was a strange sensation. It was what he came to Ameria for. His raison d'être. Dorn really enjoyed the feeling of Reign's legs and arms around him. Her legs especially. So soft, so smooth, so good.<br/><br/>Dorn released Artorious's ankles, and reached down between the little healer's legs and grabbed the frilly undergarment and savagely pulled it free. The only stitch of clothing left on Artorious was the ribbons in his hair, and the freedom of the pleasing legs left them to fall as they may and give the healer's body some relief from being folded in half. Dorn grabbed a pillow and roughly stuffed it under Artorious's hip, angling them upwards with twofold purpose. The first was to allow his thrusts to better hit that spot inside and stimulate Artorious's prostate, and the other was so that Artorious's penis could be angled towards his own face. One way or another the little healslut's face was getting glazed, even if it had to be with his own seed. A part of him wanted to have Reign make a contribution to Artorious's face . . . but the warrior remembered the dark blush of the demonette's face and decided to perhaps keep that back for another time.<br/><br/>The hand that was near Reign's lower half shifted, circling around the base of her tail. He encircled the dark appendage and stroked it up and down in a motion very much like stroking a penis. His eyes had a certain knowing expression in them as he performed the action, but there was not really room for good eye contact with how their mouths were engaged. Still, maybe Reign would get the hint that he was not at all turned away by Reign's piece. His hand gave the tail about a dozen firm, strong strokes before it found the rear waist band of Reign's panties and slid under them, drawing the dark fabric away from dark flesh so that his pale hand could seek out the hidden treasures within. Dorn's big middle and ring finger slid over Reign's lower lips, quickly becoming quite slick with her arousal.<br/><br/>The warrior fought his mouth free from the kiss with Reign, and touched his forehead to hers and rubbed his nose against her little blue-black one. "Point his cock at his face." Dorn told Reign, and then moved his face away to look down over at Artorious. "My pleasure<strong>requires</strong>you to cum for me, Artorious." Dorn commanded the pink-haired healer. A big hand moved over Artorious's soft, flat stomach and over his slender, flat chest to find one the healer's pink nipples. Dorn stroked and circle the pink flesh roughly. "All. Over. Your. Pretty. Little.<strong>FACE</strong>!" Each word was punctuated with a strong, hard, powerful thrust. As much of all of those things as Dorn could muster, and the last the most savage thrust of all. Like he truly did mean to break Artorious's slender body with his monstrous dick. Dorn knew that Artorious would not disappoint.