Cum in Liam

"I'm cumming!" you shout as your nuts draw up and eject a good-sized load into the helpless sorcerer. It's a bit of a relief to have a normal, satisfying orgasm, although if you're honest, you do miss having a monster cock inside of you. You pull out, noting that your cock doesn't show any sign of getting soft. Those spells must still be working. "How long until that witchcraft you did on me wears off?" you ask.

"The spells will be gone by morning," he says, still lying face down on the bed. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. Please shut the door on your way out."

"What makes you think that I'm finished with you?" you ask. "I can keep this up until morning." You climb off of him and flip him over onto his back. He stares up at you with wide, uncertain brown eyes, and tries to draw his legs up to cover his hard cock, but you grab his ankles and **** his legs apart, pushing his knees up to his shoulders.

"Oh! Oh, fuck!" he cries as you plunge your aching meat into his rosy hole. His face contorts with unbearable pleasure as you angle your thrusts to pound his prostate, and his cock twitches, leaving a slick smear of precum on his belly. Throwing his legs over your shoulders, you bend him nearly in half, and wrap one hand around his hot shaft, pumping his cock in time with your savage thrusts. You fuck him deep and hard, and it doesn't take long for his body to buck, his muscles clenching and a hoarse cry escaping his lips as he explodes onto his own chest, shuddering with each thick spurt.

You know from experience the ****, not particularly pleasant sensation of being fucked after cumming, and you reluctantly pull out of his gasping, twitching body. You said you didn't want to hurt him, after all, and you'll still be ready after he recovers. He watches you as you climb off the bed and look around for something he can clean himself up with.

"Top drawer, in the back," he says, motioning toward the chest of drawers against the wall. You dig past his socks and find a couple of clean, ragged cloths. You toss him one and he wipes away the cum, then nervously licks his lips, his gaze darting around the room, unable to meet your eyes. "You know...in order to keep up with you in the dungeon, I- I used a few of those of spells on myself. So...so you don't have to stop, if- if you don't want to."

You look around the cabin while you consider his words. Is it really payback if he enjoys it? Do you even feel like getting even with him now? He's not the evil monster that you thought he was, just a horny, kind of perverted loner. Your gaze stops on the green cloud in the fireplace, the grotto now quiet and empty.

"Hey, do you get any other channels on this thing?" you ask.

"What?"

"Are there other Adventurers in the dungeon right now?"

"Oh." His face turns red again. "Yeah, a couple."

"And you chose to watch me?" you say. "I'm flattered. Come here and show me." He rises from the bed, starts to cover himself with his hands, but finally lets them drop to his sides and walks to you, his stiff pole bobbing with each step. He faces the fireplace and makes a mystical symbol in the air. The smoke flickers and turns purple, showing a well-muscled, very naked young man walking down the dungeon corridor. "Where is he?"

"He took the Dragon door," Liam says. "I'm not sure which path he's on - they pretty much all look alike."

The hapless Adventurer turns a corner and stops dead. Standing in the middle of the passage is a savanna centaur, with black and white hair and chocolate brown skin, his equine half stocky and covered in black and white stripes.

"Out of my way, you ugly half-breed," the Adventurer demands, striding toward the centaur.

"Wow, that was rude," you say.

"Most of them are," Liam says. "It was nice to watch someone with manners for once." He glances sideways at you. "I really am sorry for putting you through all of that."

After a moment, you shrug, your anger evaporating. "It wasn't that bad. Not like what this guy's going to get," you add as the centaur grabs the Adventurer and bends him over a conveniently placed bale of hay. The centaur straddles the hay bale, and your eyes widen at the sight of his huge, black balls and long, slick horse cock, the hard shaft black and as long and thick as your forearm, with a blunt, mottled pink head already dripping precum onto the man's ass.

Your cock throbs, begging for attention, and you glance at the sorcerer, watching the scene with his hand on his own cock.