The Magpies' Dove (Mercenary camp toy bad end!)

True to Karl's word, Krenvich pays up a few days later. But by then, all the fight has left you. The revelation about your quest has sucked it all out of you. What's the point of being strong and sticking to your beliefs when the quest you took was evil and went against your beliefs from the start? Soon enough you're willingly sucking off the men when they shove their cocks in your face. And, after a week, you're released from the pillory. They take your dead eyes as proof that there's no fight left in you.

And they're right.

The camp moves on a week after, and you're taken with them. You watch as they auction off your armour to a merchant, an overweight, caramel skinned man from the neighbouring realm of Kalhar. They make you suck him off as gesture of goodwill. You comply without complaint. Your sword is given to the sentry, who is sure to visit you every morning and every night. The band moves across the land with impressive speed, replacing men lost in battle with fresh recruits, completing quests, sometimes acting as debt collectors or smugglers. Every day you suck, take and worship the Magpies' cocks. You start to get to know each one, and know that one likes having his balls sucked, another will only go for anal. Some might be tender lovers, and others will spank you raw and call you all sorts of horrible names. Of course, you accommodate them all. It's a rare time in the day that you aren't on your knees or on your back. You get to see new lands and new cities, and are amazed at the size that human settlements can reach. It's around the second city you visit when you see that your period has stopped. And a few weeks after that when your belly starts to swell. The first child of many.

This is your life now, as the Magpies' Dove. You start to realise that it isn't so bad. Sure, you're a shared pussy between 30 or so men, but you get to see so many places, meet different people. Your every need is taken care of, and the men go from abusing, slapping and **** you to liking or even loving you. Every man dotes on you, and there is fierce competition as to who's tent you will sleep inside each night. Of course, there are nights where you sleep out by the fire after serving the entire band, but you're also allowed to sleep in furs, wear expensive (but revealing, of course) clothing, and sample the finest wines and delicacies of each city or town you come across.

Sure, you've given up your pilgrimage, but you now worship Lucretia in a different way. You bear many new sons and daughters for the Magpies, and they're sent off to orphanages, and given plenty of spending money, which you procure by selling the many gifts heaped upon you by the Magpies. Some even return to serve as one of the band. The rest of the band love seeing you pleasure them.

Never once does Karl sample you however, and you faintly wonder why. Once, he opened a pocket watch, and you swear you caught a women's portrait inside. but surely you must be seeing things.

Your quest is over, but things could be worse. Yeah... They could be a lot worse.