He gets a shot at freedom.

Despite the infinite fall in the psychedelic realm beyond the portal, hitting the ground felt like he had just feel from his own hight.

The ground was covered with a thick red carpet and littered with boob shaped cushions. K-T had somehow rolled over in his fall and was now laying on his back, fully exposed to whoever was gathered there. It was surprising that everyone in the room was as exposed as he was.

There was an eclectic gathering of nearly a dozen people of multiple species, race, sex and age gathered behind an old man. Everyone was naked or at most wearing the same sort of get up as his rescuer, harnesses, straps armors or open robes that hid absolutely nothing that anyone would want covered.

The obvious leader was an old wrinkled man with grey hair (both up and down), thin limbs, some sort of beer belly and a floppy dick even bigger than K-T erect cock, with balls hanging almost to his knees. He was holding a wooden staff with the upper half sculpted to look like an elongated woman's body without arms and get where her head should be the staff continued in the shape of an enormous erect cock, veins and all, with what looked like a real pair of balls sprout from it's base. Not like they had been cut from something, more like real a ball sack growing or fused on the staff. The only other thing he was wearing was some sort of crown or hat that literally looked like it was made of flesh, a weird amalgamation of dicks, balls, tits and pussy fused together, some of it even dripping indicating that the thing was somehow alive.

"Hang low and point high, elder." greeted his savior, cupping the balls and stroking the limp cock of the old man like she had done his when they met.

"Stay firm and be open, sister," he replied, squeezing one of her boobs before sticking a finger in her pussy.

"Elder Mastard, I accomplished my holy mission, Lekornu's will be done . I rescued our brother from Whitevale before the Legate could get to him. Sadly I couldn't remove the warded lock so I couldn't follow the plan and sneak out."

"You have grown in power sister Honey. I didn't know you could pierce the veil like this. Queutard, deal with the lock and let's see who we are dealing with." he instructed.

"I couldn't do it alone, but I performed the rite with our captured brother and he is so potent that the veil let us both through with no hindrance, we didn't even have to pay tribute to the denizens." She explained. The man instructed by the elder wasn't the lockpicking rogue or astute mage K-T had hoped but an 8 foot tall muscular orc who was now stroking a horse sized cock right in front of his face, the tip of it vaguely pointed towards the lock. He understood from his rescue that this cult used some sort of sex magic, but he'd rather like if the brute could be careful with where he was aiming his canon.

"One thing you missed sister, while it is true that he practices the creed and doesn't let his body be hidden as Lekornu teaches and his seed is potent to practice the rites. This man doesn't bear the mark of our lord. He isn't one of ours and you led him to our sanctum. You will suffer the fifty spanking and twelve dicks ritual as punishment, to let you focus on your link to our lord." he declared. She simply bowed down and moved to join the crowd on the other side of the room to await her punishment. The orc had been whispering think things under his breath in a voice so faint it was unbelievable for someone his size, but the words were replaced by grunts now and just before letting go he used a hand to squeeze his balls in a painful manner. This strange rite mixing pleasure and pain resulted in an explosion of cum. The volume and speed were surreal, the accuracy less so. The lock had completely dissolved, finally unlocking the stocks, but his left hand was completely covered in gooey substance and enough had splashed towards his head that it also ate a side of the strap of the gag and got into his left ear.

"Which leaves the question of who you are? And of what we need to do with you know that you know where we hide?" asked the elder. For the first time in hours, K-T was now free to move and speak. If course he was still unarmed and naked, but for the first time of his life it seemed to be to his advantage. He doubted that the entire event was dynamic, he had probably stumbled upon a hidden quest where if a player didn't something that got them arrested as a cultist, an event would trigger offering them a chance to join the faction of the cultists.

Joining them would probably be better than whatever fucked up ritual they would probably use to get rid of him, but it came at a cost. Their creed obviously fully embraced what K-T spent his whole time trying to avoid: exposing himself for all to see. His equipment still in the village, if he joined them he doubted that he would be provided or allowed to wear anything that covered even as much as what he just lost.