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It’s the dead of night, and the Dungeon is pitch black. The hallways that were once lit by lanterns that hung on the wall were completely cast in darkness.
Laois wakes up groggy with a heavy head and a heavy bladder. He fishes for his lantern, missing it a few times as he grabs at the handle, sleep still heavy in his eyes.
He lifts his heavy body with great effort, the need to pee guiding him to the nearest cell that hosts a toilet.
Suddenly, his foot caught on something, and the jolt that ran through his body shook him awake as he caught his balance just in time. He sighed to himself and continued on his journey to the toilet.
Laios returned to the campsite a few minutes later, bladder relieved and satisfied. He lay back down and pulled his sheets over his lower body, settling in before sleep quickly took over.
The morning after, Senshi and Chilchuck rose early, whilst Chilchuck tried pulling Marcille out of her blanket.
“Come on, Marcille. It’s morning, and we have to make an early start.”
Marcille whined as she fought the Halffoot, pulling her blanket back from his grip.
Senshi already pulled his pan out, ready to prepare them a quick breakfast.
After much struggling, Marcille finally sat up with a resistant groan, rubbing her palms over her face.
With a satisfied grin, Chilchuck let her be when he turned around and saw Laios was still wrapped up in his sheets.
Laios normally didn’t have much trouble getting up, especially not on a journey.
“Hey, Laios,” the Halffoot kicked him in the thigh, not hard enough to cause pain, but with enough pressure to incentivise him to get up/ Unfortunately, it didn’t have much effect, as Laios only let out a pained groan.
Upon closer inspection, Chilchuck gasped as he saw how flushed the Tallman’s face was, as well as how he began shivering.
“Oh shit, Laios, what’s wrong? Senshi, get over here!”
“What’s going on?” Marcille stumbled over, voice tired but eyes alert at Chilchuck’s sudden yelling.
“Is he sick?” Senshi questioned as he too took a closer look at Laios’ face.
Laios couldn’t respond; he could barely form a thought in his condition. His whole body was shaking and burning. And worse, his crotch felt like it was on fire. His fists were buried in his blanket and pinned to the ground, scared that if he moved, a heatflash might wash over him and make it worse.
“Oh my goodness, he looks like he’s on fire!” Marcille looked him over, slowly reaching out but retracting her hand at the last minute as she reevaluated her idea to touch him.
She grabbed Ambrosia and did a one over; she couldn’t pick anything up, though.
“Hmm, I can’t seem to find any spell that could’ve done this…”
“Then it must be a monster, unless Laios developed severe food poisoning from something.”
Senshi pondered.
“Well, we have all been eating the same things, and we’re fine? So it must be a monster!” Marcille pointed out, trying again with her staff before giving up.
Chilchuck hummed, recounting every monster they had bumped into so far. It just didn’t make sense that any of them would cause Laios to fall this ill.
“Hey, did you go wandering off by yourself at any point?” He asked the Tallman instead.
Laios whimpered, mustering up the strength to speak.
“I went to pee last night…”
The remaining party members glanced at one another.
“And you didn’t see anything?” Senshi asked, but Laios only shook his head.
“Too dark to see anything…”
“Then we’ll have to investigate,” the Dwarf concluded, getting up and grabbing his axe.
“What?! Are you crazy? Look at him! What if we catch whatever he has, too?!” Marcille instantly argued against the idea. She clutched her staff close to her chest as she pleaded, looking at Chilchuck for assistance.
He sighed. “I don’t like the idea either, Marcille. But we can’t leave Laios like this, and we can’t help him if we don’t know what did this. We’ll just have to be careful, and we’ll be okay.”
She groaned but put her cape on. “Fine…”
The nearest toilet was down the west path. The remaining three party members tread carefully down the now-lit hallways, looking around the area extra carefully to not miss any details or lingering danger. It was an anxiety-inducing task.
“Well, looky here,” Senshi suddenly piped up, pointing to a colony of green mushrooms comfortably buried in the corner leading to the toilet-cell's entrance.
“What are those?” Marcille questioned, observing the funny-looking fungi.
“Oh, fuck, I’ve seen those before, a long time ago.” Chilchuck rubbed the back of his neck, an unsettling feeling brewing in his stomach.
“Hormonal mushrooms. Sometimes also referred to as Aphrodisiac fungi. They taste good roasted,” the Dwarf answered, seeming more interested in how to prepare the plant, however.
“They typically show up during mating season, to help animals reproduce and stuff, you know,” Chilchuck added, growing more uneasy at the idea of Laios having touched the mushrooms while he came here to pee.
“Mating season…? And it’s currently… spring,” Marcille connected the dots, following Chilchuck’s line of thought.
“Oh my gosh, Chilchuck-”
“Laios said it was too dark to see anything; he must’ve touched them by accident in that case.” Senshi concluded, contemplating whether he should take a few mushrooms for lunch.
However, seeing as Marcile and Chilchuck were growing a tad distressed with Laios’ current situation, he decided against it for now.
The walk-back was tense, and when they returned to the campsite, Laios somehow seemed worse than when they’d left him.
“Laios, we uh… oh shit,” Chilchuck was stunned in place when he’d walked over to the Tallman. His neck was completely flushed as well, thick beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Chilchuck’s eyes had travelled down completely by chance, but he spotted a lump beneath the sheets.
Before he could give it another second to think over, Chilchuck kicked the blanket off with his foot, exposing Laios’s painfully hard tent in his trousers.
“Oh my- Chilchuck!” Marcille yelled as she averted her eyes.
“Yep, the mushrooms will do that to ya,” Senshi cleared his throat as he chose to focus on the Tallman’s face instead, which had contorted further.
Laios whimpered at the cold air that hit his body.
“He must’ve been like this for hours now,” Marcille mused.
“What do we do?”
The other two men groaned softly.
“Well, the point of the mushrooms is to incentivise animals to mate.” Chilchuck started.
“If they run into the mushrooms, they become aroused and do the deed. That’s how it normally goes. Typically, humaoids use these mushrooms to make potions out of them that improve sexual performance. So, they don’t really wear off on their own. You’d be stuck like that for hours.”
“So you’re saying that…”
“The only way to help Laios… is to have sex with him.”
The Tallman’s eyes snapped open, and he glanced at his party members one by one, still shaking. “Huh?”
The tension in the room was palpable. Slow glances being shared all around, all conveying something different.
Was this really the only way? Could they afford to wait an undisclosed number of hours and let Laios suffer instead? Was it not worth it in the long run to help him now?
Marcille piped up, voice soft and apologetic.
“I’m sorry, Laios, but… no,” She turned away, Ambrosia tightly clutched against her chest.
“It’s... fine, Marcille… I-” A sharp shiver ran down Laios’ spine as he tried to speak, pulling another whimper from him. His skin was so overstimulated.
Chilchuck shared a quick glance with Senshi, the dawrf seeming just as conflicted as he was, before he turned to Laios.
“Get out,”
Everyone looked at him with confusion. And Chilchuck glanced over his shoulder at the Elf and Dwarf.
“Wait outside. I’ll do it.”
“What? Are you sure, Chilchuck?” Marcille looked over his face; he was hard to read. His tone was stern, tough, and there was no room for joking around.
“Just go, and don’t come back unless I say so.”
Senshi pat him on the shoulder silently, before escorting Marcille out with him.
When Chilchuck heard the two disappear out of earshot, he glanced over Laios again, who looked at him with grief.
There was only one reason Chilchuck offered to help Laios. Because he deemed himself to be the only one who could do such a thing and continue their professional relationship as colleagues. Chilchuck had illiberal ideas on interpersonal relationships between coworkers. He’d seen it happen one too many times where parties get broken up due to relationships ending and causing a mess in the group’s dynamic after the fact.
He had zero faith in such relationships working, at least in dungeon parties. But he trusted in his ability to help Laios and keep things how they were before. The only question was if Laios did. Based on his lack of social skills, Chilchuck wondered if the man was even the type to keep grudges or get hung up on things long-term. He trusted the Tallman wouldn’t. It was the only way this could work.
He crouched down to Laios to meet him at eye-level.
“Look, I’m willing to help. You think you can do this?”
Laios eyes grew wide as he realised Chilchuck was serious, and he quickly nodded. The need for release was insanely high and boiling over. He was willing to take anything at this point.
“Okay then- WOAH.”
Laios had jumped out of his duvet and pinned Chilchuck to the floor. He gave the Halffoot one look over, his heart slamming against his chest.
“Are you sure… Chilchuck?”
He swallowed as he became increasingly aware of the sheer size difference between them.
“Just… try not to break my spine, will you?”
Laios’ crotch was at a closer angle, and left nothing to the imagination. Chilchuck was starting to question if it was even going to fit.
The Tallman’s breathing got heavier as the realisation that he was going to be freed from this nightmare settled in. He nodded vigorously
Chilchuck sighed as he slowly undid his trousers. “We don’t have oil, you’re gonna have to use your spit.” He turned his back to the Tallman, sitting on all fours and feeling a tad degraded at the position, but he wasn’t convinced that the other way around was going to work.
Laios merely nodded at what he said, hungrily eyeing Chilchuck’s ass as he undid his own pants and freed his raging member, hot, red and leaking. It’d been that way for hours, as Marcille assessed correctly earlier.
He spat on his fingers before he spread the saliva over Chilchuck’s hole, receiving a groan at the sudden touch. Laios added another layer for good measure and then added some to his own member. Though the amount of precum that he was producing would’ve worked well on its own. It was enough so that it had created a stain on his underpants.
Laios finally lined his tip up. He gave it a couple of rubs against Chilchuck’s taint, the slickness from his precum functioning as lube as he’d expected. And he tried his hardest not to shove himself in like an animal. Though he was craving it so badly.
Chilchuck exhaled carefully. He turned to look over his shoulder and speak when he felt the tip press past his hole, swiftly followed by the rest of Laios' length.
Chilchuck choked on his own breath before he stuttered. His head hit the floor as his heart rate spiked.
“Holy shit,” he gasped as Laios bottomed out, cock deeply buried inside of Chilchuck and filling up his guts.
“Fuck, so tight, Chilchuck,” Laios doubled over and breathed into the back of his neck.
Chilchuck became half-lidded as his hole adjusted to Laios’ size, the Tallman’s words sending shivers down his spine. He was beginning to question if this was a good idea, but at the same time, it was too late for that. Laios needed to be rid of this animalistic curse.
And in the deepest parts of his core, Chilchuck couldn’t lie that he wasn’t growing aroused himself.
He hadn’t slept with a lot of men before, and never a Tallman. Let alone one as big as Laios. Even for a Tallman, he was above average in height, in body-type and in dick size. Laios was big.
And he was balls-deep inside of Chilchuck, ready to plough him out of existence, probably.
“Chilchuck, need to move…” Laios whimpered, his hips gently rutting against the Halffoot’s.
Chilchuck took a deep breath before replying. “Go ahead,”
He cursed as Laios pulled out. It felt worse than thrusting in, in all honesty.
But he quickly was filled right back up when Laios thrusted back in. And Chilchuck couldn’t help the moan that escaped him.
Laios felt good, way too good. Whatever naive thoughts he had about keeping professionalism after this were thrown right out of the window.
Laios was fucking into him as if he owned him. His big palm was firmly wrapped around Chilchuck’s waist, covering the majority of it with his one hand. The other was planted firmly on the ground to keep his balance. As his head was still spinning, like he had an actual fever. But being inside Chilchuck made him feel grounded. Fucking him felt perfect; he felt his sanity returning to him.
With every thrust, he added a little more speed, feeling his impatience slowly taking over. The tight suction on his girth felt like Chilchuck was squeezing down on him, trying to pull his orgasm out of him.
“Fuuck, Chil…”
Laios’ entire forehead was coated with sweat, as was his shirt, as it clung to his sweaty back. Chilchuck was feeling the heat as well; the Tallman’s body emitted heat like a fireplace. And it made his own body grow sweaty as a result. The rigorous thrusting into him surely didn’t help either.
The Halffoot was losing strength in his arms, and he sank to the floor, raising his hips higher to meet Laios’s thrusts. Something about this angle made him lightheaded, though.
“Ooh fuckk, Laios-”
Laios could feel Chilchuck’s rim closing down on him, and he hissed, encouraging him to go faster.
“So fucking tight, Chil…”
Chilchuck fisted the cold ground below him, his back arched and thighs fighting to keep up with Laios’ force.
More whimpers left him as he stuttered trying to speak. He chanted Laios’ name under his breath, his thoughts escaping him as they were replaced by Laios. His scent, his sweat, his dick, his pathetically flushed face that was hovering over him and breathing down his neck.
A wicked little voice in the back of his head wished he'd done this sooner. Though he'd never even considered sex with Laios, despite how attractive and fit the Tallman was. But the longer Laios fucked him, the more obsessed he was growing with him. Whether it was the aphrodisiacs or the man's sheer natural talent, Laios was sending him to a new dimension with his dick alone.
His knuckles turned white as Laios didn’t slow down, slamming into his prostate and making his lower half go numb. Chilchuck wasn’t focused on his own arousal, missing how he’d come twice already in the span of just a few minutes.
From the way Laios’ cock was throbbing, he was growing close as well.
He collapsed in on himself as well, his stomach sticking to Chilchuk’s whole back as he kept pounding into him. His hips lowered in speed and added more force, thrusting perfectly against Chilchuck’s sweet spot, and before long, the Halffoot came a third time.
He chanted Laios name louder as he was losing himself; he could feel nothing else but Laios.
He wanted nobody else but Laios.
He reached back and dug his fingers into the Tallman’s thighs in a poor attempt to keep him close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck me, Laios! Fuck!!”
With one final brush on his overused prostate, Laios stilled with a groan. He buried himself deep as he finally spilt inside the Halffoot. The latter whimpered and cried as he did so.
He whined as the heat was finally letting up, and his body stopped prickling with overstimulation.
His cock stopped swelling when he came, and some of his spent leaked out of Chilchuck. His small frame unable to hold all of his cum.
The Tallman slowly sat up, receiving a hiss from the Halffoot as Laios’ cock slowly dragged out of him. And more cum dripped out from him in the process.
The fogginess had faded from Laios’ head, and he could think clearly for the first time in hours. But as the post-nut clarity hit him, he finally looked at Chilchuck, who picked himself up from the ground.
Their eyes locked, and it was as if the tension from earlier had returned full force.
“Are you feeling better?” Chilchuck asked first.
Laios blinked quietly before replying. “Yeah… Yes, I do. Thanks, Chil,”
“Don’t mention it,”
Chilchuck’s post clarity made him realise just how vulnerable he’d been. Not only had he submitted to Laios, but he’d also begged for him. Told Laios to fuck him.
He was never going to live this down.
But as the Tallman looked at him, there was only relief on his face. The extreme flushedness was replaced by a soft blush coating his cheeks.
And Chilchuck felt himself smiling back at him.
.
Somewhere a few cells down, Marcille and Senshi, unfortunately, could still hear the action going down. It was entirely the men's own fault for raising their voices as much as they did.
Marcille, in a futile attempt to keep the noise out, had clasped her hands over her ears. But her superior Elf hearing was simply a curse at this point, as it kept picking up how Chilchuck was begging to be fucked.
"What if Laios kills him...?" She stared shell-shocked ahead of her.
"Nah, he'll be fine. Tallmen and Halffoots have sex all the time, and it rarely ever ends that badly." Senshi explained in an effort to reassure her. But she simply stared at him, revolted.
"What...? Why do you know that?"
Senshi shrugged. "Life experience. Sometimes people ask the same thing about Halffoots and Dwarves, but it's entirely safe. We're all just people with differences that make us special."
Marcille opted not to respond directly to what Senshi had just said.
"I'm glad you can find the positives in everything, Senshi. Good for you..."