You're getting carried away with this d&d bit....but I'll take my surprise round action please.

The time to strike is now. You strip down to your undergarments and slip into the tent. "Hey, can I come sleep in here tonight?" You say, catching his attention by the light of the dying campfire. "It's a little cold in my room."

Bjor's eyes widen in surprise. "Well...sure, uh I haven't washed myself in a few days, bein' busy and all." he starts, "so I apologize if I'm stinking up the place. I'll try and keep it trapped under this blanket so feel free to use Jor's cot over there." he gestures with one hairy arm. Sitting up and shirtless, you truly appreciate how positively barrel chested this man is, his rounded features sculpted by decades of hard labor.

Without another word you slink up to the end of his cot and slip yourself under his blanket between his legs. The accumulated musk hits you in a warm wave that penetrates your mind and entices you to follow the smell right to the source. You settle yourself under the covers with your chest along his right thigh before pushing your nose into the sweat-stained cotton undergarment surrounding the prominent bulge now directly in front of your face.

"Woah there," Bjorn says above you but you can hardly hear a thing, a rushing in your ears blocks out reality as you get high on the large man's ball stench. You vaguely perceive as the blanket is lifted up a little so he can peak down at what you are doing.

Bjor sees an absolutely lust-drunk expression on your face as you glance up from your object of worship. "I get that you like my smell and all." He chuckles, "but you best be careful down there."

"I promise I will." You breathe deeply, feeling your erection dripping into your tight underwear. You shamelessly rub it against his leg as you step up your teasing of his bulge. Giving it small kisses and feeling it grow as you give it proper worship. The large fuckstick continues to engorge, straining at the fabric until it pushes its way up out of the waistband, a large, foreskin covered head emerging into view.

Your heart pounds and your mouth goes dry as you stare down at his impressive cock, rock hard and oozing pre. It's almost bigger than your forearm and glistens with moisture. You lick your lips and inhale deeply, your tongue flicking out to taste the salty cum.

"Mmmph..." Bjor moans as your tongue strokes the head of his dick, licking and sucking the precum that leaks from the tip. You can't believe how much his dick throbs and pulsates, you want to suck it deep into your throat, you need to feel this man cumming inside you.

You yank down his undergarment, stroking his massive shaft as you lap at his full balls. His thighs quiver and he begins to buck involuntarily. "F-Fuck, aaaaaaah~" Bjor gasps, his voice breaking slightly as you continue to tease and lick his cock.

You take the head of his cock into your mouth in full now, bobbing up and down on the delicious fuck stick. "G-God damnit, a-are you sure you wanna-" Bjor groans, you squeeze his thick member in your fist and gently twist the base, eliciting a long moan from him. Suddenly he grabs your head with both of his strong hands, fingers gripping the hair behind your ears pleasurably as he starts to control your movements along his cock.

Your mind cracks at the feeling of being used like an oral fucktoy for this strong human and you consider spending the rest of your life as his little cock cleaning pet. You fantasize about being collared and naked, led around town so everyone knows it's your job to drain liters of alpha human cum.

Just as that fantasy is causing you to cream your thong, Bjor pulls your head all the way to his crotch and begins to unload one goopy, pent-up rope of cum after another into your stomach.

You gulp them eagerly as the last few squirts of cum slide down your gullet, only the head of Bjor's cock still in your mouth at this point. He pushes you onto your back and climbs atop you, the head of his swollen cock pressing against your entrance.

"Oh gods, I'm gonna fuck you so hard..." He growls above you, pressing the head of his cock against your asshole.

"Ahhhh..." You moan softly in anticipation. Bjor grunts, the head of his slick cock sinking into you ever so slowly. At first it feels like your stretching but then he sinks fully into your tight little hole, the warm hardness of his cock stretching you wide.

"Ohhh~" You cry out involuntarily, your entire body tingling from the sensation. Bjor shifts his weight and leans forward on top of you, pinning you down as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Shh, it's okay." Bjorn whispers in your ear, kissing you tenderly on the cheek. "It'll loosen up in a minute."

You nod, opening your eyes to the sight of his sweaty, rugged face above yours. "Mmhm." You agree, staring up at his brown eyes as he begins to thrust, pushing his length deep inside you. His breath ruffles your hair and his large hands rest on your sides, squeezing tightly.

Bjor is fucking you. Just the thought sends pleasure coursing through your body and your hole clenches around his dick, begging for more. With each powerful stroke you can feel him penetrate deeper and wider inside of you, spreading your insides apart and stretching your walls.

His hands leave your hips and begin to roam over your exposed nipples, squeezing and fondling them as he continues to fuck you. Each time he pounds into you you can feel his dick pulse and throb within you, preparing to blast your insides with hot cum. As he drives himself deeper, your hole loosens up, allowing him to take more of his cock deeper each time.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum~" Bjor pants above you, "get ready."

You throw your head back and moan at the top of your lungs as you feel the first spurt of Bjor's seed shoot into your innards. You grunt and pant as he continues to pump, shooting load after load into your body until you swear you can see a bulge in your lower abdomen.

"Aww fuck, that's it!" Bjor moans loudly, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. His sweaty body collapses down over you, a few inches of his cock staying inside of you, twitching and leaking more cum into your stuffed insides as the world disappears from view. The outside world has been replaced by the sounds and smells of the large man currently smothering you into a cheap cot.

You wriggle a little to try and signal that you need some air but Bjor makes no sign of moving. In fact, you hear his breathing getting slow and steady as if he were already falling asleep. Squirming with all your might under the mountain of muscle, you manage to position your head near an armpit where you can get some fresh air. Well, as fresh as it can be when it's strained through a carpenter's unwashed pits. You could probably wriggle out a bit further, but that would mean wriggling your ass away from the fat cock still pulsating gently in your asshole so you accept your disgraceful position with dignity and begin to drift off to sleep.