Sort of.

You look at the heaving mass and sigh. Your shaft is definitely standing at full attention right now, sprung free from the red-lace panties' confines. How could it not be with this hot scene before you? But when you consider actually joining in...you just can't find the motivation. For now you gather up all the discarded clothing and stuff it into your inventory. At this point you haven't a clue what you'll do with it, but this is what the heroes always do so it must be useful for something.

You look at the foursome again. The man is definitely the sub here; he's being used as their fucktoy, from his face to his groin. You can't really call those girls doms, though; the way they're madly seeking their own pleasure, they aren't in control at all. No, a real dom is one who can stand over her sub with a raging hard-on for an hour, whipping her slut to multiple orgasms before bringing herself release.

Memories of that beautiful, sexy bard play across your thoughts.

After a minute, you decide you will be joining this party. But not as a sextoy for those bitches. You're going to be the one in charge.

You strip off your leather jacket; things are going to get heated. Then you draw your whip, ready the Lust Whip, and begin lashing. The girls receive a great deal of your attention: asses, breasts, backs, stomachs, legs. Anytime you see a flash of pink left alone by the others, your Lust Whip clips it smartly, drawing out a pleasured shriek. The man receives some attention, too, usually from your Whip of the Dom (can't use something that strong against these low-level bitches, after all). Though it's hard to get at him through the three bodies piled atop him, the reactions he does give you when a strike connects are promising. As one lash raises a welt on his inner thigh, his hips buck into the girl riding him. Another sends him into a moaning climax, streams of semen bursting into whichever girl had taken that spot.

You circle them deliberately, pinpoint strikes driving already-edged girls to sky-high peaks, and watch with satisfaction as they tremble until they come down. Finally the three girls are collapsing, their energy (and their HP) too drained to keep going, even under the influence of your lustful aura. With quick, brief strikes, you send all three back to the city to respawn naked.

That leaves you with a moaning, still horny ranger. Despite taking a number of fierce whip strikes powered by all thirteen of your levels, his HP is still hovering about half. You walk over to him and, on the spur of the moment, plant one of your leather boots on his painfully erect penis. He moans as you press down on it, pushing the tip toward his stomach.

"Well, my little fuckrod? How was losing your virginity? Everything you dreamed it would be?"

"So gooooood," he moaned.

"Then you won't have any regrets when I-"

"Don't stooooop," he moaned again. His hips twitched, pushing his rod even more painfully against your boot. The action stuns you for a moment, but then you grin. He's gone total sub.

"Oh, you like my boot, you little perv? You want me to step on you? To grind your nasty dick beneath my heel?"

Each question draws a whimper from him, and as you end with a particularly vicious press a jet of semen burstss from his cock and splatters all over his chest and stomach.

"Now, that should be-" you try again, lifting your foot. His rod stands back at stiff attention, twitching expectantly. You frown down at it. Glancing at the stains on the ground around him, he must have cum inside each of those girls. Probably more than twice. Leave it to a virgin to be an absolute quick-shot. But he still had stamina to keep going? Was he a serious stud or had he just been really, really backed up?

"Alright, boytoy. I'll keep playing with you. I'll make you cum so hard you die." Your threat is rewarded with a strong twitch from his cock. You draw back the whip and renew the session.

It might have just been lucky timing, or it might have been a masochistic reflex, but as you deliver the final strike--sending his HP to 0 and commencing his respawn process--the most powerful blast of semen you've seen him deliver yet shoots into the air. You smirk, satisfied with your performance. That was a job well done. You go to look at how much experience that earned you (the level-up bell didn't sound, but maybe you're close!), but you're interrupted by a heavy twitching on your groin. You look down at your erect cock, dancing violently with need.

You glance back at where, only minutes ago, you had four viable options for relief. Now all you had was your pride as a dom and an angry erection. Amidst the unuttered curses, a silent wish runs through your head.

'I wish Hunypop was here.'