Run!

We attempted a heroic tactical retreat, which translated into three steps of pathetic waddling before my trembling knees buckled in the mud. The bandits surrounded us in seconds, hauling us upright by our collars.

They went through our pouches with eager grins that quickly turned to disgust. Aside from three copper coins, a half-eaten turnip, and a suspiciously sticky piece of lint in Gerald’s pocket, we were utterly penniless.

“Worthless!” the leader spat, tossing my empty coin purse onto the fish-scales. He eyed the three of us up and down, his gaze lingering on my mud-streaked frame and Clara’s pristine robes with an unpleasant, predatory sneer. “Well... if you can’t pay in silver, I suppose you’ll just have to pay another way. Take off the trousers, boys!”

Darn bandits! How devious of them to resort to exploit us sexually... Oh well, at least Sister Clara will be able to... take care of them, I thought. It was kind of her fault we got in this mess anyway! A second later, the cynicism of my thoughts hit me... how much I had changed in just a few days! Sure, they were packed with action (a lot of action... my rear still ached!), but still!

“You, too, paladin! Don’t just sit there, we ain’t got all day to be messin’ about,” the bandit leader ordered.

Wait, what?

“Me?”, I asked. “But, surely, there’s better people here to... you know...”, I replied while taking an obvious look at Clara.
“Her? No, but I... no, no, she’s not... my type, you know what I mean?”, the bandit mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Not your type? But I am? So what, you’re... gay?”
“No! No, I’m not! You know what? It’s funny you’re saying that because here we think that guys who take cock are gay, not the ones who’re giving it!”

He took off his pants with a single motion and marched towards me, waving a couple of his crew to join him. Three cocks were soon staring me at the face!

Meanwhile, Geralt was facing the same problem nearby. The bandits cared little for his passionate arguments that Clara, in fact, would bring them much more satisfaction and pleasure. In fact, the more he argued, the quicker their tempers flared. It was a lost cause, but he stuck to it. Eventually, they simply pushed him down on all fours and ripped his robes off. He wasn’t given another chance to speak as they stuffed his ass and mouth with their cocks. It was almost funny to see them slowly, but gradually, turn his aversion into near-eagerness!

Deciding that I would prefer to not share the warlock’s fate (especially after my little adventure with the orcs), I put in my best effort to appease the bandits. I steeled myself like I was taught in the academy... funny how (and when!) that came in use! Then, I grabbed a cock in each hand and took the third down my gullet. This elicited positive reactions from the bandits, especially their leader who took the chance to gloat.

“Who’s gay now, huh? You paladins talk a big talk, but look at you - down on your knees with my cock in your pretty little mouth!”

It pains me to say it, but he had a point. Well, he would’ve had one had I not been doing this simply to avoid a worse scenario! Still, the erection that began rising in my pants was dubious, I admit that. I would still argue that it was an involuntary reaction purely due to the atmosphere and the adrenaline, nothing more.

On the bright side, the bandits were done with us within half an hour. Unfortunately, it did involve me stooping down to a slightly lower level and... well, begging them to cum all over me! Yes, yes, I know how it sounds, but trust me, there was no other way. I noticed that a simple blowjob would not get them off so I begun instructing them to jerk off all over me, telling them how much I wanted their cum on my face... It worked wonders! Keeping my backside safe was worth it even if it meant I had to drink a big helping of cum. In any case, it was way better than what Geralt went through. Those bandits almost broke the guy! At one point, his moans started drowning out the sound of their grunts... and they were loud! All three of them ended up filling his ass and, I swear, he almost seemed excited by it! By Alonsus, I hope this never happens to me...

Just as the bandits left, Sister Clara walked over to us, completely oblivious.

“Guys, I found a huge meadow full with Peacebloom over there! You wouldn’t believe it!”

Apparently, the bandits had let us go just as they were preparing to... erm... peruse me and Geralt. I guess, in a way, it was probably better that she didn’t see that...