Your intention is fulfilled in an unusual way...

For many more hours, the hard and heated prurient carnality of dwarven dicks continue to fuck your gaping holes...

Your body's unconsciousness does not at all hinder the continuation of this lewd bacchanalia...

Again and again, male flesh plunges deep into the "hospitable" opening of your ass-cunt, pulsating with lust...

This entire night passes for you like a whirlwind of dicks frantically **** your body.

Finally, after dawn, the group of dwarfs stops this "marathon of fucking"...

Each of them gets dressed, and then they wrap your body in a large, dirty carpet and carry it out of the inn.

In the early morning, there are few visitors at the inn, and no one pays much attention to this group of dwarfs. Then the following happens: your body (wrapped in a carpet) is loaded into a small covered wagon pulled by a pair of mules.

The dwarves climb inside, finding it difficult to find room due to the space inside being cluttered with sacks and wooden crates.

One of them takes the driver's seat, and the wagon begins to move down the road.

Soon, the wagon approaches the high walls of a large city.

City Onteria...

An important agricultural and trade center in the region...

Agricultural goods from the fertile province here flow into this large port city.

This city is much larger than Skelweerd, where you were born and lived until the recent tragic events that dramatically changed your life.

And now you are approaching the large city where you planned to hide from the attention of potentially dangerous pursuers who burned down Tobbin's Tavern. It's a pity that right now you're **** and unable to see the majestic spectacle of a bustling, crowded city.

Ironically, your intention to reach Onteria is coming true in a way you never imagined...

The city of Onteria has grown so large that its high stone walls are visible only in the distance...

Ahead these majestic walls lie vast slums, home to the city's many poor residents, who simply lack the money to buy housing in the wealthier, more prosperous neighborhoods.

The city's slums are surrounded only by a low wooden palisade.

And at each gate of this palisade stands a city guard outpost.

So, the covered wagon, in which your **** body (wrapped in a dirty, shaggy carpet) lies among piles of sacks, draws ever closer to the city guard outpost.

There's a queue in front of the gate: foot travelers, horsemen, and other wagons. The guards question everyone who wishes to enter the city, and they collect a toll from each one.

After about half an hour's wait, armed guards surround the dwarven cart...

"What are you carrying?" - asks a puffy guard holding a large halberd in a hoarse, cold voice.

"Goods for sale... Carpets, fabrics, sheep's wool..." - replies the dwarf driver (the same blond dwarf who looks younger than the others in the group).

"We'll now inspect the cargo..." - guard says in a bored voice, walking around the cart and then climbing inside.

"Take this... I don't think you should waste time looking into every bag..." - inside the covered cart, a bald, black-bearded dwarf hands the guard a small bag containing something jingling slightly. The guard inspects the contents of the "gift," smirks, and climbs out of the cart.

"Everything's fine... There are no prohibited goods... You can let these dwarves through, guys!" - guard says to a group of his colleagues, who frown at the cart, weapons at the ready.

The covered cart creaks as it enters the city...

Then follows a long journey through the winding, dirty streets of the slum district...

The hubbub of the crowd...

Muddy puddles splash in all directions, soiling numerous passersby and triggering a stream of obscene language...

Groups of homeless children, dressed in tattered rags, run through the streets...

Someone is beating someone up in the dark alleys...

From the half-open window of one of the houses, the screams of a drunkard attempting to sing a filthy song can be heard...

Finally, the destination is reached, and the dwarf driver stops the cart near a long, two-story building that looks dilapidated and dirty.

However, this building resembles the neighboring ones – in this slum district, the houses where the locals live resemble something between ruins and a garbage dump.

The dwarves climb out of the cart, begin to pull things out, and carry them inside. Among other things, they carry out a large, dirty, shaggy carpet, in which your **** body is wrapped...

Two dwarfs drag the carpet through narrow corridors, stumbling and cursing vilely.

Finally, they abandon the carpet inside a small, dimly lit room.

You hit your hip painfully, but even the pain prevents you from regaining consciousness.