<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eSd7xGN.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bastion Jewels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15613589#msg15613589)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forest<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Envious, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bastion couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he nestled into position and waited for the grim gaggle of greenskins to get back, "Flawlessly rescuing the damsel with a simple body swap? haha, delightfully devilish Bastion" he mused to himself. He couldn't wait to get back to town and tell everyone about his ingenious plan. He bet even Myrina would be impressed, despite the lack of hacking and or slashing his plan entailed.<br/><br/>When the orcs returned Bastion put on the innocent captive act, flinching away and shrinking in on himself. Any worry about being discovered was dismissed when he saw how violently they argued amongst themselves. They were far too occupied to pay their captive any mind...<br/><br/>Until they weren't.<br/><br/>Bastion gulped as they all ominously turned to look at him all at once. He couldn't help but feel just a tinge of fear, being as vulnerable as he was right now. However he told himself it was fine. Obviously these orcs were keeping the girl alive for some kind of ransoming scheme, so they wouldn't want to hurt him. Honestly he was probably more safe now than if he had just gone in wand blastin-<br/><br/>"Ack!" the boy grunted as he was suddenly yanked forward, the orc's strength causing him to fly forward several feet before gut-planting on the forest floor. Ow. The boy glanced back over his shoulder at the pile of leaves his wand was hidden under. Well this wasn't ideal, but no matter, he could still find an opportunity to grab it, everything was fine.<br/><br/>The boy gave another sharp gasp as his hair was yanked back, forcing him to look up at the grotesque bandit. He didn't know what he was referring too, and his spell didn't change the sound of his voice so he couldn't speak, lest his cover be blown. Speaking of blown...<br/><br/>*SMACK*<br/><br/>It hadn't been the first time Bastion had been slapped by a thick, juicy cock, but it stunned him all the same. His look of shock and confusion quickly turned to horror as he realized...he had fucked up. He had assumed that the orcs were just keeping the girl hostage for the sake of ransoming her off. It hadn't crossed his mind that they planned to do...other things...<br/><br/>There was a wet smack each time the green slab of meat struck him, stamping his poor delicate face with sweat and pre-cum, yet the boy never flinched, nor could he take his saucer-wide eyes off of it. He just stared at it in awe, doing some quick geometry in his head and realizing that the ratio of jolly green giant cock to tight boy pussy didn't quite equal out in his favor. It was enough for the boy's survival instincts to kick in. Deciding that he had bought more than enough time for the girl to escape, he began desperately scooting back on his elbows and knee, as far as the length of his clutched hair would allow, trying to get back to his wand. He would try to reach back with his feet, thinking maybe he could grab it with his toes.