The Greatest Escape.

Once again, as soon as John fell back through the door to Hestia's home, he never hit the snowy ground outside. Before he could even feel the frozen earth start to melt against his hot skin, he was falling back into the tribe's camp again, back into the fur-covered bed that had originally belonged to Urga. He didn't appear in a Mana tank or wake up on the floor of a clothing store, like he had feared he might. Instead, he woke up from his dream in a tent, one that was much larger than the one he was used to. The layers of hide and fur he had been laid atop of clung to his sweat-dappled skin as he slowly strained his dry, bleary eyes open again and realized that he was no longer in his ****'s old home. The tiny tipi that he had begun to recognize as a part of his home by that point was nowhere to be found and was instead replaced by the giant squarish pavilion that he had woken up in and found to be covered in layer after layer of fresh hide and cloth. Urga's bed was still thankfully set up directly in the middle of the new abode he found himself in. Other than that and the small wooden box that Urga kept her own personal belongings in, there wasn't much in the tent that John immediately recognized.

He found a longbow resting next to Urga's box in the corner of the room that was furthest away from the door, and a small pile of the three empty glass potion vials that his mother had ingested the other day, but neither of those things seemed out of place all that much now. Actually, the only thing that John didn't immediately recognize in the tent was the large, poorly-made, wooden chest that had been haphazardly placed off to the side of his bed. It was closed and locked up with a giant iron padlock, but the planks and various pieces that it had been made out of looked shoddy to John, weak enough that he felt like he could have simply kicked the top off it.

John frowned and blinked at the sudden presence of the new object as the slightest sense of fatigue finally began fading from his limbs, and then with a long and heavy groan, he tried to sit up. His legs and arms stretched above and below him as he tried to work the last remaining bits of weariness from his limbs, and then as he was pushing up from the embrace of his ****'s bed, he felt a slight tug on the end of his dangling manhood that stopped him from moving. His body tensed and his head tilted slightly as he tried to look down at the thing that was holding onto his most **** area, and then he froze as he came face to face with the owner of the pale, dainty, cum-covered hands that had tried and failed to wrap around the width of his penis while he slept.

"I- Uh-I was just..." As soon as their eyes met, the new stranger immediately began to squeak out as many excuses as she could to try and explain herself. Her giant, bright, amethyst-hued eyes matched his own gaze for a long and silent moment as she tried, and failed, to form a proper sentence multiple times until her voice lost all of its strength and composure. She just stared at him, stuttering and rambling, and then eventually got so embarrassed that she had to look away. He couldn't blame her for getting so shy, mostly because she wasn't the only one. After finding himself waking up nude and then glancing down to find another nude stranger in bed with him, John didn't even manage to make a peep. He couldn't think of anything to say. More than that, explaining why she was even in bed with him, stroking his cock, and plastered with what he assumed was his cum couldn't have been an easy task.

Plastered may have been an understatement though. While John had been sleeping and focusing on sharing his... 'liquid pleasure' with the literal goddess in his dreams, he hadn't even bothered to try and pay attention to what might be happening with his body and orgasms in the physical world. Everything he produced in his 'wet dreams' had been the least of his concerns while he was balls deep in a fantasy, until the moment where he woke up to find the mess he had caused... or she had caused and unloaded onto the new stranger. It was a little unclear to John which of them had actually caused it, though it was more than a little unbelievable to see. Even in his dreams the amount of cum he had shot out had been enough that it had left the goddess's body sticky, slick, and lying in a small puddle. He had filled her up throughout the course of what had seemed like a whole night with just the two of them, and while he had covered a fair amount of her body with his seed, that had been with a woman of a fairly regular size. While Hestia had still been shorter than him, the goddess was nowhere near as short as the busty woman who now had her thumbs rubbing just beneath the crown of John's cock.

This new girl had to have been about half as tall as John was, if she even managed that. She was more than short, she seemed almost... miniature, like a Dwarf or a Gnome, and small enough that it was hard for John to actually make out her more defining features beneath all of the cum that she had made him shoot onto her body. She looked like she had been bathing in it. At the most, John could pick out only the obvious details. What little bits of hair of the Gnome that hadn’t been covered were dark at the base of her head, deep and crimson red as if her roots had been dyed in blood. As her hair got longer, it got lighter, until at the very ends of her wavy locks John found a heartwarming shade of pink beneath the sticky mess on her body. Her cheeks were round and... normally rosy too, but most of her face's natural blush was now hidden. Instead, the blushing parts he could find were across her whole body as she burned up like she knew she had just been caught in the middle of stealing something precious. If not for one of the many facials that she had directed at herself, John might have even been able to notice the little dot of a beauty mark she had beneath one eye. Her expression tried to seem kind... and sweet... and loving, even as she continued to stroke his dick...

The rest of her body just seemed overly-sexual, at least for a body of her size.

Even after the initial surprise had passed, this strange woman who had wormed her way to kneel between John's thighs kept squeaking as she spoke. Her voice stayed in the same high pitch she had started talking to him with, while John's gaze gradually dipped down to her full chest and shapely hips. In a way, her breasts seemed like the size of small melons to John. They were so huge on her small frame and seemed so full that if he didn't know any better he could have confused the cum dripping from her big, swollen nipples for milk. Her body shifted under his gaze, moving her weight from one giant, soft butt cheek to immediately rest, tilted, on the other. His cock started to harden again in her grasp, before the sound of other voices outside of the tent shocked the Gamer out of his stupor.

"Who the hell are you?" he snapped, a little more harshly than he had been intending to, and immediately scared the Gnome out of her daze as well. She squeaked at the sudden ferocity in his tone and yanked her tiny hands back away from his crotch. With her hands free, John fully pushed up into a comfortable sitting position and watched as his cock dropped down onto the Gnome's shapely thighs with a loud, wet, heavy slap. Her thick thighs jiggled and shook subtly as his cock came to rest on her warm womanly legs, and before the Gnome could answer him, her attention was drawn back down to his member and the way it pointed dangerously up the crevice of flesh that her thighs made when she squeezed them together.

She stared at the way it pointed at her own sex and swallowed... loudly. John actually heard the gulping sound she made as her focus was given and immediately stolen back away from her at the sight of the monster that rested mere inches away from her pussy. The noise was somehow just as high pitched as the rest of her voice had been, squeaking as she tried to say something at the same time and then failed. Her giant purple eyes didn't even look back up at John until he gingerly cupped her dainty chin and **** her head to tilt up and look at him. Her full lips pushed out into a little pout as John's fingers squeezed into her round cheeks, but the Gamer tried not to pay any attention to it.

"I uh..." her eyes darted down again. He only realized that the high pitch of her voice was actually tone after she finally managed to brush away the surprise that John had woken up. She squeaked when she spoke, and at the moment, John couldn't tell if he thought it was cute or annoying. "My name's Dofi." A **** collar softly dangled around her neck as her gaze was finally lifted away from his cock.

"Where is my tent, Dofi? And Urga? Where is Urga?" John's brow furrowed as he tried to keep her eyes off himself. It didn't work very well. When he asked her, she just looked at his crotch, then at him, and then back at his junk again like all of his questions had been stupid, like he should have already known the answer.

"This is your tent..." she paused for a moment and then repeated his ****'s name. "Urga... Urga..." After a couple of long seconds passed them by, she looked up at John and her eyes lit up excitedly. "You must mean the Orc ****!"

Slowly, John nodded. His flat expression didn't change.

"I don't know," she muttered, eliciting a heavy sigh from John while her hands slowly clenched and then unclenched in her lap. He already had so many questions for the little Gnome and he felt like there wasn't any time at all for him to get an answer from her. For all he knew, Otrov could have gone and attacked Robyn right after she had attacked him! The first and most important thing he could think of at that moment was stopping Dofi from touching him before he pissed off whatever Orc had made himself or herself into the Gnome's master.

"Why are you here, Dofi? Where's your master?" John barely started to pry himself away from the little Gnome and pushed to his feet when she answered him.

"You are my master, silly." Her answer made him freeze in place. "Well... you are now. It used to be that Putt was my master, and I was just a pleasure **** for him like... like one of the Sisters of Lilith, but... but..." she didn't have to finish the sentence, nor did she try to. John had been there when Putt had died on their raid to Eldham. He knew what had happened. The foolish Orc had gotten cocky and ran headfirst into a horde of zombies. "At first I thought that I-I was going to be going to go to one of Putt's children or... or his siblings..." The more that Dofi tried to talk, the more she seemed to lose the strength in her voice. After a couple moments, she couldn't bring herself to go higher than a whisper, but with John so close she didn't need to be loud. "...They all like girls with long legs, though..." He almost didn't catch what she said there... almost. Before he could try to comfort her though, Dofi straightened up and then grinned at John. "After the rest of the family turned me down though, the next person I was told to try and go to was the Alpha! That's you!"

John slowly blinked at her again. He couldn't think of anything to say to that.

"You don't have many slaves, right?" Her voice trembled on the last word, and suddenly, John wasn't sure that he could have turned down the opportunity before him even if he wanted to. Another girl who wanted to sleep with him? The old John would have shot himself if he had told the Gnome no. "I heard you were still pretty new to the tribe. I-" she paused as her small hands reached out to touch his cock again and still failed to fully wrap around the width of his member. Whatever she was trying to say again was immediately forgotten. She gasped as his rod pulsed in her hands, and then, with a ginger tug, she gently turned the Gamer around so he was pointing his member right back at her as he finished standing up. "It's so big..." Her voice was so faint that, again, John almost didn't hear what she said, and then his cock flexed again in her grasp when he processed it. The Gnome must have realized that she failed to sneak that little comment past him because she quickly followed it up with a remark about how she hadn't even seen an Orc with a shaft like his yet. They came close in size, apparently, but he was still bigger than most of them.

"N-no. Urga is my only sla-" It took him a little while before John finally remembered to answer her question, but John stopped talking as soon as Dofi leaned forward and pecked his hardening shaft with her plump lips. Her mouth clung to him for no longer than a second, but it was long enough to leave an effect with him. Before he knew it, John had already given up on trying to talk to her. He just grunted and thrust, smearing the cum that was already on her face across her cheek as he missed her mouth and rubbed his fat cock across her cheek. Dofi didn't care or pull away. If anything, she just kept kissing him, leaving little pecks and lip-shaped stains of cum down the side of his shaft like she was wearing white lipstick. One of her hands tightened on his cock as she finally reached the base of his crotch, but she continued kissing all the way from his crotch up to his abs... or at least as far as she could reach with him standing up. Her other hand steadied herself against John and helped to hold him still as she pointed his member down at one of her breasts, and with a lift of her head, she already convinced John on why he should keep her.

"Alright... This might be a little too big. I'm not as good as the Sisters, but..." Her hand squeezed up the length of his cock as she spoke, gripping him tightly from the head of his member all the way to the base of his shaft. His cock hardened like steel in her grasp, forcing her hand to stretch and open around him... like so many of the other holes he had been lucky enough to penetrate and fuck over the past week. She cooed into his stomach as the two of them stood there and finally pushed the tip of his member down to stab at one of her breasts. The tip of his member flicked across one of her nipples before finally she spoke up again and used his shaft to start rubbing his cum into her skin. "... if you want, I can still make for a good pleasure ****."

She punctuated the last sentence by finally reaching down with both hands and, with a lewd grin on her face, squeezed both of her massive breasts around the sides of John's cock. Her lidded purple gaze locked onto John's own eyes as she simply held him in place for a moment and searched for the right grip to try and keep him from slipping out. She moaned loudly for him as soon as she found a spot that would at least wrap around his width, and John started to see stars while the tip of his cock slipped in and out beneath her tits. His cock started pulsing wildly with the heat of her chest, and he was left there, standing dumbly for a what felt like a full minute before Dofi finally spoke again.

"I-I can also read and write. I especially like writing. If you need an accountant of some kind or just a writ-" It was John's turn to make her stop talking. Even if he could think clearly enough to point out the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to read whatever she wrote because of the difference in their languages, he was still too distracted with his own pleasure to bother giving her an answer. His cock flexed and pulsed again between her tits, and then John pumped his hips forward as he practically tried to thrust away from the conversation. Dofi let out another loud moan for him as the tip of his cock shoved in and then out of her cleavage. It was an awkward position, one that didn't actually allow for much movement and let John slip out of her breasts embrace quite a lot, but it was surprisingly nice. He found that the slightest touch to her soft chest with his cock would send tingling sensations from the tip of his cock all the way back into his waist when she tried to crush his cock between her breasts, and that tingling had a habit of making him shudder over and over again. In a way, it was almost teasing. Unlike regular sex, he couldn't just stay inside the spot he was trying to fuck. It was too slick and her grip wasn't strong enough to keep him at her chest... but it was visually stimulating. The glistening view of her large breasts bulging out at him every time she mashed her tits against his groin felt like a constant reminder of how they must have looked.

It didn't matter what angle you tried to stare at them from. It looked like a Gnome was milking his dick and staring up into his eyes for some kind of perverted approval. Her hard nipples slid across his thighs, dragging along his skin until she was squeaking at the sensation while the two of them tried to bury his cock into her cleavage again and again. Her needy purple gaze proved to be too much for him, and with another loud moan on her part, he **** her to look away by putting a hand on her head.

She followed his direction like she had been trained to do it. Her head tilted down away from John's, and after a couple of long, mostly-silent seconds, aside from the wet squelching coming from her chest, Dofi leaned forward and locked her lips against his waist. The Gnome didn't even hesitate. As soon as she had the chance, she was sucking and slurping at the remnants of his orgasm that had splashed back onto his waist and gave him a blatant happy groan with every swallow.

John became so engrossed in her titfuck that he barely even noticed when the entrance flap to the tent fluttered open and Urga walked in with her own control collar still dangling on her neck. Once again, it was the only thing that she bothered to wear. Her large green breasts and puffy sex were still utterly bare to the whole world. As soon as she walked into the room, it became immediately clear to her what was happening. The slightest sniff of the tent's air or tilting of her head to the sounds in the room was all Urga needed to identify the telltale signs of sex. The room reeked of it, and almost everyone on the grounds outside their tent could surely hear the **** trying to show off for her master. Only the smells that Urga noticed weren't familiar to her. It didn't smell like the human woman who John normally had with him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, and it was only then that John registered her presence. Thankfully, the Orc's attention wasn't on him. It was on the ****. She didn't need her eyesight to 'see' that the Gnome was trying to pamper and embolden him. She knew what it sounded like when her master gave his slaves pleasure. The overly-enthusiastic groaning that the Gnome gave out was merely an insult in place of the real thing and Urga wouldn't fall for it.

John would, though.

"The Alpha..." Dofi paused to let that title sink in for a moment... and John found himself surprised as he reveled in it. He had earned that title. "... needed a fuck..." Again, the **** groaned. Her hands squeezed into her own breasts as John's thrust got faster and faster, pinching her own nipples to pull out a higher pitch in her voice... and then she grunted once as John slammed his hips forward and stopped. "...so I gave him my tits." His cock throbbed against her with the start of his orgasm while his balls clenched at her words. "It was the safe decision. If I gave him any other part of me, he'd probably ruin it with a cock like this." Again, she looked up at him with those wide, bright, purple eyes and then pulled back just as the tip of his cock poked out of the underside of her breasts and started to spurt and spray thick ropes of cum all over her thighs. The tip of his cock was steadily drawn back up through her cleavage as she milked the length of his dick one last time and stared dutifully up into his eyes while he dumped so much cum into the space between her tits that it started seeping out and pouring off her breast from both above and below them. He covered her chest again, and consciously this time, until finally he felt like he had painted them enough with his cum to let the last of his load taper off onto the Gnome's face. Dofi grunted and groaned as he milked a few more dollops onto her tiny tongue, and when the last of his load was spent, he finally fell back onto the bed.

"Better?" Urga asked pointedly from the spot where she still stood in the middle of the doorway. Strangely though, her head didn't seem focused in the direction of John. She seemed more focused on Dofi.

"Yeah," John muttered and stumbled to his feet. Even with his Gamer's Body, John felt drained after the night he had been through. A part of him wondered if Otrov's sleeping poison was still in his system, but after the feeling passed, he thought nothing more of it.

"Good. Next time, you will properly satisfy your Master, ****," she grunted at the Gnome and then turned to John. "...And Mub wants to talk to you," Urga said and then led the way out of the tent, mumbling incredulously about the idea of someone being able to actually fuck a pair of tits. Both John and Dofi blinked at the Orcess as she stomped away, before John looked back at the little Gnome. Whatever surprise had been on her features was quickly washed away as she grinned salaciously at him.

"Don't worry. I'll clean this up."

"Urga..." John didn't even have time to dress himself before he was following the Orcess back out of the pavilion that had been set up for him. Even if he did have the time for it, his clothing was nowhere to be found. It turns out he had been stripped of it all after he had appeared wounded back in the kingdom. Whatever attempts they had made at giving him medical attention had been abandoned halfway through when they realized he wasn't bleeding. He wasn't sure what happened to his outfit, but he knew that he hadn't noticed the gear in the room when he had initially woken up. Now that John was thinking about it with all of the camp's eyes on him, he couldn't help but think that his clothes were probably tucked away in the box that had held Urga's own personal belongings. It was the only assumption he could reasonably reach. The locked chest next to his bed, that he quickly learned had also belonged to Putt, couldn't have held his clothing since it had apparently only gone to him because the warriors before him couldn't get it open. They left it with him to clutter up his personal space instead of their own. "Urga, stop!"

The Orcess was nearly thirty feet ahead of him when he called out to her. Her quick pace and loud stomping had him worried that she might run in to something, or just completely lose him before he shouted loud enough for her to hear it. As soon as he had though, he almost immediately regretted it. Once he had issued a command, the magical control collar around Urga's neck began to glow with a sickly purple light. The Orcs in the tribe who recognized the looted collar for what it was stared at the two of them as he accessed some of the magic in what some of them immediately called 'an Elven necklace', and then he had to quickly avoid all eye contact as he ran back up to her in the nude.

He slowly came around to stare at his **** right in the face while the sickly purple light of the collar gradually dissipated and then watched as her blank, lifeless gaze finally moved again. She blinked once and glanced around with a confused, furrowed brow until her eyes landed on him and her brow dipped. A horrible, angry glare was immediately cast in his direction as soon as she realized what had happened, and with a slight snarl, she clenched her hands up into fist and reared one of them back in the air behind herself. The camp went silent for a moment as Urga held that pose, ready to punch John for completely taking her will away with the collar for a moment, but no one went more quiet than Urga herself when John apologized.

"Sorry," he muttered and lifted his hands up defensively. His **** froze and looked down at his arms, the ones he had somehow managed to beat her with in one-on-one combat, and then snarled again.

"You are not supposed to apologize!" she snapped, and instead of punching him, she opened both of her hands and shoved John back away from her.

"Yeah, sorry. I just wanted to talk to you about what happened back there and what you did to my mothe-" he didn't get to finish his sentence or try to scold his **** for drugging his mother. He was simply interrupted as Urga shouted at him again.

"It is not an 'Orc' thing to do!" she fumed, her arms tensing as she tried to stop herself from forming fists at him again. The people around the two of them watched as they 'talked' at one another, and then on the edge of his vision, John watched as most of the tribal members that were watching abruptly hurried to look away. They all turned their heads directly away from the very thing that they didn't want to be caught looking at, and when he finally realized that it wasn't him that they were avoiding, he didn't even notice that Urga had stopped talking. She had turned her head down and away from the figure that stepped up behind John and covered him in shadow, and he watched as her shoulders slowly seemed to sag as if in defeat.

"That is because he is not one of us!" Dullong's deep, visceral tone made the hairs on the back of John's neck stand on their ends. A wave of goosebumps dashed down across his skin as he slowly turned to face the giant, bald, emerald warrior... but his reaction was not as submissive as the rest of the camp's seemed to be. He met the warrior's glare as soon as he turned to face Dullong and watched as the Orc grinned down at him around his giant tusks. When John opened his mouth to say something, his pack member Mub instead spoke for him.

"He's proven." The voice of his fellow warrior soothed the creeping sensation that quickly began to travel up his spine as Dullong stared down at him. He took only a moment to glance over at the scarred, beaten, one-eyed armorer that had spoken up for him and only realized how he mistakenly showed Dullong a sign of weakness after he had already looked away. When Mub tried to speak up for him again, Dullong merely took the fact that John didn't finish meeting his gaze as his own chance to finish speaking. "He's-"

"He's pink..." Dullong scoffed and then spat at the ground in front of John. The Gamer froze as he turned to look at the spot of saliva spattered dirt between his feet and then slowly looked back up at Dullong. The tribe would excuse him if he beat the shit out of Dullong... right? "... he cheated..." Dullong punctuated his accusation by pointing to the mark that the tribe had required John to be branded with. Yeah, it was clearly a challenge. If that wasn't a challenge, then John didn't know what was supposed to be one. "... and he shouldn't be here," the Orc growled at the Gamer, and a wave of breath that smelled heavily like ale wafted into John's face.

As soon as Dullong said that last thing for the rest of the tribe to hear, John formed a solid fist with one of his hands. The Orc glanced down and detected the threat with an ease that could have only come from years of practice, but he didn't bother to move out of the way. He wasn't the only one that noticed the threat that John made. When he clenched his hands into weapons, other members of the tribe began to stand up. People brandished actual weapons at John as he noticed the slightest bits of movement on the edge of his vision again, and then he blinked when he realized that he only recognized some of them as members of Dullong's pack. The Orcish Alpha had recruited more than just members of his own raiding party for this. People from all corners of the tribe had stood to protect and help Dullong. When both of John's hands clenched into fists, the Orcs with weapons began to move towards him.

"You would cheat so freely?" Mub called out from across the encampment where John's pavilion had been located, but he had already been shoved aside by one of the members that meant to attack John with their Alpha. "All of you?" Some of the tribe members hesitated when they heard Mub cry out like that. "Do you all wish to be branded like Dullong, the cheater?" Some tribesmen even stopped, but Mub made no move to physically step in to help John. It was his trial to bear, and John realized that he would find no help from his own pack when he saw the look on Mub's face.

"I'll deal with you next." Dullong turned to point at Mub as soon as he heard the Orc label him like that, but John's gaze towards the brandings on Dullong's chest told him that Mub wasn't wrong. He had the same misshapen serpent-like mark for cheating that John had, and if this was how the other Alpha had earned it, then he felt like he could understand why it had been given to him.

The soft rasping hiss of steel drew John's attention to a blade being drawn from behind him as another Orc stepped up to fight, but when he looked to Mub for help... the Orc just shook his head. Urga stepped away, she knew the traditions, and sure enough... the tribe let her leave. They wouldn't attack the slaves. In their eyes, the slaves may as well have been harmless.

"Okay... and how many of you think you could actually kill him?" Even though he didn't fight, or even try to block the way, Mub kept talking to them. He posed questions to the whole of the group, and both John and Dullong watched as the rest of the members of the posse suddenly froze. They glanced back to Mub and then to John and their Alpha, looking to Dullong for answers, but it was Mub who spoke. "You've all at least heard it by this point. Some of you even saw it!" There was a slight pause as Mub stepped only to a spot where he could point directly at John. He didn't get closer or farther away, he just moved around the group in a wide circle.

"He came in here with a hole cut open in his stomach! He beat his **** in open combat with an arrow still stuck in his throat. When accused of cheating and **** to be branded in our ways, he didn't wait for someone to hold him down! He did it himself! He fought through not one but two villages full of Hallowed and came back victorious both times! He did all of this..." Mub paused for a moment longer, waiting until he had all of the eyes of the tribe on him again... and then he let his hands drop like he had already made his point. "... and he did not even bleed."

The crowd of warriors and Orcs around John bristled at the reminders of everything that he had done in the past week, and when they turned to look at him again, he could see the skepticism written plainly on all of their faces. They didn't want to attack him, it was just their Alpha's order. A mistake of an order really.

"Do any of you really think that you can be the first ones to make him shed a drop?" The slightest shift of tone... and it almost sounded like Mub's question came out as a challenge...

... so the first Orc attacked.