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Once again, I wanna give a big thank you to JJ for helping me proofread and make corrections to this chapter. Thank you so much for your help. And thank you everyone for your patience with these chapters.

Chapter 7 - Dariush the Hobgoblin

“Go ahead and kill me!” says the hobgoblin, almost spitting the words at Corentin.

“I have a question for you, mister… Err…” begins the bard.

“Dariush” the Hobgoblin answers dryly.

“Right, Dariush.” Corentin says, adding a spoonful of honey to his voice. “What were you attacking us for?”

“After we captured you, you would've been sold as slaves.” replies Dariush. “Lord Bulus pays extra for elves.”

Hekate's tail shivers at the mention of that name.

“Oh? I'm only half-elf actually.” replies the bard with a nervous smile

“Then half extra, I guess.” responds the hobgoblin, unamused. “So are you gonna end me or what?”

“Actually, we might let you live…” says Corentin. He pauses briefly before cracking a mischievous grin and adding: “If you accept your punishment.”

He gingerly approaches the monster, unsure of the remaining duration of his command spell, and then kneels to face him properly. His smile fades and his eyes harden in performative seriousness when he adds: “Will you accept justice like a man? Or die like a coward?”

***

BEN: Wow, manipulation much? And here I thought you were the good guys.

DIEGO: There's no way he'll let us spare him with his whole honor thing. I don't want him to just go harakiri himself in the forest after we leave. So we need to offer an “honorable” alternative.

JADE: See? It's not about being horny for the monster, it's about giving him his redemption arc.

MARKUS: Look at us! Altruists at heart.

BEN: Are you trying to convince me or yourselves?

FINN: We're honest! Like Markus said, we're “all truest” at heart.

DIEGO: So yeah, is he into it?

BEN: We’re about to find out. Roll persuasion.

***

Dariush's eyes swiftly shift from Corentin to each of you, as if attempting to triangulate the distance between each obstacle in a possible evasion. A glint of disappointment in his golden gaze confirms his foreseeable failure. There's simply too many of you and only one of him. But the bard's words seem to take root in his thoughts and his initial resistance slowly shifts into burgeoning curiosity. He inhales deeply before locking eyes with the bard once more and finally utters:

“Do with me what you will, half-elf, so that I can walk as a free man.”

“Bold of you to assume you'll still walk once we're done.” replies Azad with an arrogant smirk.

In response, the hobgoblin matches the rogue's playfulness and returns his cocky half-smile before spreading his arms wide, prepared to receive the promised “punishment”.

***

DIEGO: Ladies first.

***

Hekate steps forward, swooshing her hips seductively as she prepares her spell. Bright blue sparks of energy gather between her hands as a few arcane words fly out from her nightshade-colored lips:

“Daemones nubium invoco. Tonitrua sonent. Liga hanc meretricem!”

A chain of crackling energy materializes in her hand. In a whipping motion, she cracks it against the ground a few times, producing bursts of electric sparks in front of the unmoving creature.

For a moment, you are unsure if his stillness denotes his courage or if he’s simply frozen in fear. Swinging her lightning whip one last time, the witch catches him by the throat and, with a quick yank of the improvised leash, pulls him to her feet.

Dariush, now down on all fours, doesn’t have the chance to rise before the witch’s stilettoed foot forcefully presses his face to the ground. She smiles and, with a tone of satisfaction, says: “You’ve been a very bad boy.” Then, with a swift gesture, she signals Corentin to move in.

He obliges, striding forward with newfound confidence now that the dangerous foe is bound into submission. With his usual elven grace, the bard circles the captive, letting his fingers graze his bulging muscles, and quietly taking note of each buckle, strap, and gap in his armor. After a few whispered words, the mage hand is summoned again, ready to free its target of any unneeded coverings. Quickly, the spectral hand disappears under Dariush’s massive body and after a simple manipulation, the warrior’s plate skirt falls to the ground with a metallic sound, revealing a pair of plump scarlet cheeks flanking a small untouched hole now only guarded by a thin layer of black hair. Between his large muscular thighs, his newly uncovered member seems to respond to the cool breeze on his buttocks, the soft touches of the bard, or perhaps the roughness of the witch. Regardless of its origin, excitement is certainly coursing through his veins and into his manhood as its already intimidating thickness begins to swell even further before your very eyes.

Guided by his own girth monster’s awakening, Azad also approaches the hobgoblin. His curiosity pulls him towards Dariush’s rear as he can almost hear the virgin hole call to him, desperately pleading to be broken into. As he places a finger against the small opening, he can feel the warrior’s body tense despite his clear attempt at remaining stoic.

“You can’t even fit a pinky in there.” says the rogue while rubbing his leatherbound bulge. “But once we’re done with you, you’ll be able to take a whole arm.”

Spreading the red cheeks with his hands, the Genasi wastes no time and begins tonguing the tender ring of his anus. A small gasp escapes Dariush, betraying his surprise at the warm, wet touch of Azad’s mouth against the most private part of his body. Another gasp - or perhaps a whispered moan this time - escapes his gritted teeth as he feels sensations unknown to him… Until now.

Finnigan, unable to hide his growing desire for retribution, quickly loses his codpiece. His massive dick swings freely as he walks towards the party’s prisoner, marking the ground with a trail of his precum on the way. Without hesitation, he takes position, straddling the hobgoblin’s back rearward so that he could reach his ass comfortably, and enthusiastically joins Azad’s efforts. Their tongues dance together in a kiss shared with the orifice they explore, relaxing it with each flick and sending shivers up Dariush’s spine.

Emboldened by his companions, Oren soon drops his gear to join them and sneaks under the hobgoblin. Without much difficulty, he reaches the creature’s impressive cock. Aside from its red color, it appears very similar to a human’s equipment, even featuring a circumcision scar common to several humanoid creatures. Its humongous girth, however, is nothing remotely close to common, matching even the unmanageable thickness of the fighter and the rogue. The druid’s own cock twitches in anticipation as he feels saliva gather in his mouth. Despite its intimidating size, he does not fear the challenge in front of him and instead welcomes the opportunity to have it fill his throat. His luscious lips part hungrily as he surrounds the large bulbous tip with his mouth, forcing a sigh out of the prisoner.

As the foot on his scalp finally releases him, Dariush looks up to see the bard and the witch standing before him. Hekate slaps him across the face.

“Who said you could look up?” she says coldly. “Keep your eyes on the ground and think about what you've done.”

“Yes.” replies the hobgoblin.

“What was that?” Hekate asks, punctuating her question with another slap.

‘Yes, ma’am.” the prisoner sheepishly says.

“See? You can be a good boy when you try.” the witch concludes with a satisfied smirk. “Corentin. Why don't you give him a treat?”

Following his companion's directions, the bard kneels down in front of Dariush and offers him his sex. Without skipping a beat, the hobgoblin begins to hungrily eat the bard out under the watchful eye of his mistress.

Meanwhile, at the other end of his body, the inquisitive tongues are soon replaced with a finger, provoking a muffled gasp followed by a barely concealed moan. Encouraged by the candid reactions, Azad inserts a second finger, and then a third one, slowly working his way towards an opening big enough to accommodate his aching cock. When a fourth finger makes its way inside his most intimate passage, Dariush’s strong legs start shaking as if they were overcome by a sudden weakness, and his toes curl in his leather boots.

In his expert mouth, Oren can feel the thick cock stiffen even further, announcing its impending orgasm with intensifying throbbing. The hairy balls he'd been playing with tighten in preparation for release, surely churning a few days worth of cum into a truly massive load.

As you-

***

JADE: Stop everything, guys!

FINN: What?

JADE: This is a punishment, isn't it? We can't release him so easily… Or let him release so soon for that matter.

MARKUS: Oh, I see where this is going.

BEN: I love the way you think, Jade.

***

Under Mistress Hekate's instructions, everyone halts their stimulation of the hobgoblin’s body. In frustration, he whines a bit and struggles against his leash which the Tiefling quickly tugs in warning. A few seconds pass and the wild throbbing of his cock subsides as the prisoner rides the edge.

After a moment of delightful frustration for Dariush, Hekate directs her companion's to carry on their respective quests, pulling him back into erotic bliss, his willpower weakened.

Azad, growing bored of the fingering, decides that it's time for their captive to have his cherry popped. Without much warning, he pushes his thick meat against the virgin sphincter, slowly but surely forcing his way inside. Despite knowing it was coming, the hobgoblin has to grit his teeth, groaning in pain as the Genasi's huge tool breaks him in. His own cock, out of control, spurts a stream of precum into Oren's insatiable mouth. Clearly, despite the challenge of the unknown, the hobgoblin's body doesn't lie. And after a few minutes of slow back and forth, each breaking down his mental barriers, his grunting becomes more ambiguous, no longer the sound of pain, but also that of pleasure. In fact, with both the rogue's cock and the fighter's mouth at his rear, the druid's lips around his own dick, and the bard's pussy in his face, Dariush becomes overwhelmed. His brain, intoxicated by the relentless sensual stimulations, gives up control to his body and throwing his pride aside for a moment, he leans into it. Without even intending to, he opens up further for Azad, he slowly fucks Oren’s mouth, and he abandons himself in his oral prowess on Corentin.

Before long, the signs of an incoming climax begin to show and just like before, Hekate directs the crew to stop everything, leaving their captive right on the edge of ecstasy, thrashing and groaning in frustration like a wild animal. Almost as a reflex, he attempts to touch his cock to put an end to his torture, but another whip of lightning hits his arm, making his muscles tense and his hand recoil as he lets out an angry growl.

“No!” Hekate shouts at him in a commanding tone. “WE decide when you get to cum. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

After his near-orgasm subsides, they pick up where they left off. This time, doubling their efforts in an almost sadistic game. His hole, loosened by Azad’s now merciless pummeling, finally seems ready for the next challenge, one that will test the very limits of his body.

***

DIEGO: You guys can’t be serious.

JADE: I thought we agreed we were not gonna kill him.

FINN: He’ll be fiiiine! He’s a big guy.

FIROUZ: We should try that on someone IRL at some point.

JADE: Who would be crazy enough to volunteer?

MARKUS: (disappears behind his character sheet)

***

With a silent nod as a sign of understanding, Finnigan leaves the hobgoblin’s back to position himself behind Azad, lifting him up to share access to the captive’s rear. With his furry chest pressed against his companion’s back, he pushes his own “weapon” against the rogue’s. Despite the widened opening and the flowing sexual fluid helping them achieve it, the insertion proves very challenging.

***

FINN: With a bit of lube and a lot of hope, you can achieve anything.

***

And “pop”! The fighter is finally in, pulling a gruff pained moan from the musclebound creature. The hobgoblin, panting from the exertion, decides to push through the pain and prove his strength further by backing into the thick duo, filling his insides with even more of their immense meat.

It dawns on you all that he now has what many would consider to be the equivalent of four to five dicks inside of him.

The quickening twitches of his own cock and his increasingly vulnerable moans soon signal that the warrior is again approaching the point of no return. And without fail, Hekate interrupts his ascension towards climax once more. Again, he groans and growls in frustration, reflexively humping the air with his aching member. Once again, a few cracks of the electric whip stop him from breaking his edge without permission.

The whole process is repeated a few times, each one bringing Dariush to the edge faster and leaving him even more frustrated and helpless. Having his orgasm repeatedly denied pushes him to break even further away from his stoicness and beg for release. However, the hobgoblin’s prayers fall on deaf ears as Hekate is determined to break him.

One more time, the group reprises their salacious torture, bringing the monster to the edge in a few short minutes. This time however, instead of stopping their routine, the witch asks:

“So from now on, you’ll be a good boy, won’t you?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Dariush whines, lost in the sensations.

“Corentin.” Hekate turns to the bard. “Will you test that for me?”

“But of course, milady.” Corenting replies, grinning.

And in that moment, he summons his trusty “mage dick”. Quickly, it flies towards the rogue and the fighter in the rear, joining them in the already overstretched hole of the monster, barely managing to squeeze in despite its magical flexibility. The additional pressure proves too much for the exhausted hobgoblin and he lets out a loud moan that almost becomes a scream of pain.

A few Goblin words unknown to you slip out of his mouth. You’re not sure what they are, but gather from the tone that they likely involve a lot of swearing. It would seem that the feeling is not entirely negative however as you can sense his arousal skyrocket even further despite it seeming impossible.

Acutely aware of his growing sensitivity, Oren slips out from under him, making sure to avoid touching his pulsating member any further, as one simple graze would be more than enough to send him over the edge.

Finally giving respite to his gaping, ruined asshole, Azad and Finnigan join their companions in front of the hobgoblin for the finale. The fighter, the rogue, and the druid, all jerk their cocks at him, getting ready to shoot their loads.

His mind clouded by arousal, Dariush lets go of his previously dominant persona and fully embraces his submissive side, leaning back and opening his mouth in an invitation for the adventurers’ to cover his sweat-drenched furry body in their semen. And before long, he receives his just reward. Shot after shot of the pearly fluid cover his face, his muscular chest, his tattooed body, his own relentlessly hard cock. The smell, the taste, the warmth of all that cum brings him even closer to the edge, too close to turn back. Although it seems to take every ounce of strength left in him, he manages to hold it in, his whole body shaking from the inhuman effort. With needy, pleading eyes, he looks at the witch, desperately awaiting her permission to finally let go.

“Good boy,” she says “You can cum now.”

Upon receiving his mistress’s permission, without even a motion towards his throbbing member, he climaxes. A continuous stream of liquid shoots out first, in a manner akin to urine, before building up into high pressure shots of translucent cum. The first few ropes impressively shoot up past your eye level, showering the ground in fertile hobgoblin seed. Gone are the groans and grunts from before, now replaced with unrestrained moans and whimpers. You can almost see a tear of joy roll down his scarred cheek as the last of his cum covers his sculpted abs and dribbles down his slowly softening manhood.

***

FIROUZ: Good, we can go now.

DIEGO: Man, I don’t think he can walk.

FINN: We should do something for him.

MARKUS: Can I cast “Cure Wounds” on his anus?

BEN: I don’t see why not.

MARKUS: Then I do that.

FIROUZ: There. Happy?

FINN: Yeah, I think he’ll be okay now.

JADE: He’ll be better than okay. We may have just helped him discover the bottom hidden inside of him.

FINN: I think he had enough things inside him for now.

JADE: Fair point.

***

After exacting “humane” punishment on your assailant, you offer him enough aid to put him back on his feet and bid him farewell as you head to your next stop down the road: Scandalkeep.

Through the extended journey, Hekate lingers at the rear of the group, her face draped in a veil of apprehension. Each step she takes seems to carry the weight of unspoken concern, her quietness saying even more than she could with words.

Noticing her unease, Oren slows his pace to match hers, leaving the joyful banter of the group in favor of offering her a much needed ear.

“You seem preoccupied, my horned friend.” The Firbolg begins. “Perhaps you’d like to share your burden?”

“It’s something the hobgoblin said…” Hekate admits. “He mentioned Lord Bulus.”

“Aah yes…” he furrows his brow. “I saw you took notice of it, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.”

“He’s an archdevil, a terribly powerful lord of the Infernal Realm.” the witch explains.

“I see… A relative of yours?” the druid inquires.

“Of course not!” she exclaims, shooting her companion a glacial glare before her expression softens back to one of melancholy. “Although, I suppose you’d think so looking at me. He is the reason I’m a Tiefling after all.”

Oren strokes his chin wistfully. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“When my mother was pregnant with me, she fell ill and no healer could cure her ailment. As her pregnancy progressed, so did her decline. Powerless, my father desperately prayed for the gods to intervene, but the only entity to answer his call was anything but divine. This is when he made the deal with Lord Bulus. So that my mother could live, he promised him my soul.” She pauses for an instant to compose herself and hold back her rage before continuing. “Because of this deal, I was devil-touched from before I was even born. When I came into the world looking like this, I was abandoned to be taken by the Infernal realm. In Lord Bulus’s hands, I came into powers that I did not ask for. Of course, his gifts come with strings attached and I’ve been forced to perform acts I have often not agreed with. After years of servitude, I decided that I could not keep on doing his bidding against my own heart. Despite this contract not being mine, it was signed in my blood, and so it’s up to me to break it.”

After a few minutes lost in contemplation, the Firbolg finally breaks the silence: “I-I’m sorry.”

“So am I.” replies the witch, her eyes fixed on the horizon.

“But you know…” Oren adds, offering her a sincere smile. “Now at least, you have friends on this journey.”

“Friends, huh?” The witch returns his smile. “I think I like the sound of that.”

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