Lunchtime encounter

Dante continued down the road to Neverwinter, daydreaming about his night with Jenna; his cock was hard from his memories of the pleasures they shared. He plucked at bits of songs on his lute while replaying the sights, touches and smells of his latest escapade.

At each roadside shrine he passed, he left a few coins, partially in thanks for his exceptional luck at getting away from the farm without Bart finding out what he and his daughter had done, and partially to assuage the gods if they found his behavior unpleasing. He was especially generous at the shrine of the local love goddess, Biallesta. He saw many gifts at this shrine, many of them bouquets of wildflowers, probably offerings to get help in catching the eye of a desired lover or other beseechments.

The morning passed uneventfully, but when the sun was straight overhead and he was looking for a place to stop and eat some lunch, he heard a loud grunt and a woman's scream from the woods off the road. Dante carefully dismounted from his horse, tethered it and tiptoed through the forest to get a closer look. He had his sword at his belt and his lute on his back. He got to a clearing and saw a large, naked ogre advancing toward a pretty woman tied to a tree. The ogre's enormous cock was stiff as a tree limb and easily fifteen inches if it was an inch; it looked like a man's arm, including the coarse hair along its length and the fist-sized head. The woman's dress was torn, revealing her ample bosom; the way her arms were bound pushed her chest out in front of her. She had a look of pure terror on her face as she stared at the ogre's equipment. He also noticed a young man lying face down in the dirt nearby, unmoving.

He knew he had to act fast or this young lady was going to get reamed by more cock than she could handle.