The harsh sunbeam blinded him as he opened his eyes. Groaning, Sebastian rose up, unable to remember what happened the previous night.
"Oh good! You're awake, my lady bid me to fetch you something you could wear, I've left it over in the corner on the stool. Come out when you've dressed, Sir Knight," The maid curtsied and moved for the door, "Thank you for saving us, such a peculiar magic you possess, but strange or not it worked, if I can do anything to assist your endeavors, just let me know."
Before Sebastian had a chance to reply, she had left the tent, leaving him alone again. Groaning more as he moved, feeling sore and impossibly aroused, he suddenly remembered the battle last night. A flush of embarrassment overtook him as he realized that the people who he had saved and were now hosting him in their caravan had seen him completely naked and exposed. He bid himself not to think of what happened after he fell unconscious lest his embarrassment consume him, best that he just get dressed and hope that the clothes they found covered everything sufficiently.
The clothes did, in fact, not cover him sufficiently. The pants supplied seemed to be hastily tailored for a large man with an even larger manhood, complete with straps that could hold his parts close to one of his legs should he begin to feel any arousal, other than that, the man just had an enormous bulge. Even though they tried their best with what they had, the pants were almost too small and fit incredibly snugly onto his lower half, leaving very little to the imagination. And as for a shirt, it seems they either gave up, or just ran out of sewing supplies and just gave him a blanket to use as a shawl should he get cold. Groaning a little at the soreness of his hefty muscles, Sebastian ventured out of his tent and into the camp.
Outside, members of the caravan were busy preparing for the trek to the closest city, to replenish their stocks and supplies after the bandit attack, thanks to the kindly knight, they managed to recover most of what was stolen from them. They'd chained the surviving bandits into a prison wagon they had for transporting dangerous animals, but a few wondered if they even needed to since the bandits all were still stuck in the state of euphoria Sebastian had left them in the night before. Some were even actively fucking each other, all were dripping with sweat and precum, and all were completely oblivious to everything around them. As people noticed their savior was awake, they began cheering for him, some even scrambled to bow or curtsy. Still somewhat bewildered and embarrassed by his constantly leaking dick, Sebastian awkwardly smiled and waited for the cheering to quiet down before he could speak. But he needn't wait long as a wealthy looking woman in fine clothes approached him, she raised her hand and the cheering ceased, allowing everyone to hear her.
"Sir Knight, you have saved us all from certain doom at the hands of those brigands last night. We insist you allow us an opportunity to properly repay you, accompany us to the capital city where you will be our guest of honor at the foremost ball of the year, Her Majesty the Queen's Annual Féstobol of Witchcraft."
Sebastian blushed at the thought of being a guest of honor at the most important social event in the kingdom.
"I couldn't possibly, I-I am thrilled you would bestow such a gift upon me, but I insist that I need no reward, you've given me ample gifts of shelter and clothing and food already."
The crowd boo'd at his response, a few people shouted out that he was too humble, some just drooled as they looked his amazing physique.
Frowning slightly, the woman redoubled her efforts, "Such humility, milord, do you not know who you've just saved? Who I am?" Mischievously, the woman revealed her cignet ring, "It was meant to be a surprise, for you to find out who I am after you'd arrived at the ball, but I supposed I have to ruin the fun. Darling, I am her majesty the Queen. Would you still refuse the Queen you're pledged to obey?"
Sebastian felt the color drain from his face as he dropped down into a kneeling bow, "My Queen! My humblest apologies, I-I was unaware, if you command, it shall be so."
The only answer to great him was a flash of white as the queen smiled, satisfied that she had what she wanted. Besides, it would look bad if she couldn't even convince a mere knight to attend a ball.
That afternoon, the caravan packed up, with the nearly naked knight Sebastian trailing behind the wagon train with his mare, guarding the captured bandits, still locked in a never ending fuckfest, their bodies had grown even more masculine and burly, compounding on their already manly presentation. Each shift in weight or bump in the road made his full balls feel as if they were sloshing around. Though he wasn't particularly in the mood for it, the potent smell of sex from the prisoners kept his meat hard and aching, drooling out precum. A sudden thought pierced the haze of sex in his mind, if the queen herself was here in this caravan, why had the caravan guards fallen so quickly to meet bandits? Either these now sex-crazed fools are more than simple bandits, or this was not the true queen, maybe a decoy if the real queen was in danger? Whichever it was, Sebastian resolved himself to figuring out just what was going on.
As night fell and the sun waned, the call was made to make camp for the evening. Still so impossibly aroused, the four bandits in the cage wagon could be heard moaning as they writhed together in bliss, fucking each other without pause nor concern for anyone watching. Sebastian set up a bedroll near the cage wagon, reckoning that if an escape attempt was to happen, he would hear and wake up. Though the noisy neighbors made sleep hard to come by, Sebastian eventually ventured off into the realm of dreams.
However, Sebastian's intuition turned out to be partially true. The bandits did make an attempt to get out of the cage, but instead of vanishing or launching a surprise attack, they simply got to work pleasuring the young knight guarding their cage. Warm wetness enveloped his dick, hands explored every inch of his body, unfastening his clothes. The moment he felt something enter him, Sebastian woke up, however the other bandits gently yet firmly held him down as they all continued to worship his body. After realizing that they weren't trying to kill him, the initial shock died and the heady smell of musk and sex filled the young Knight's head. As euphoria set in, the orgy began. Sebastian was being pleasured in every physical way possible, his body massaged, ass occupied, dick deep in the hairy ass of a muscled brawler. Precum flowed like a fountain, covering everyone from head to other head. The fat dick in his ass tensed up, and before long a trickle of cum drooled out of his ass, backing up from the amount of cum released into him. This sent Sebastian over the edge, he moaned loudly and exploded, he filled his bandit with so much cum that it flowed outward, covering everyone. It seeped into the burly men, making them hairier and more muscular, and most importantly, making them even bigger sluts. Their dicks were permanently aching for release, balls swollen with seed, the tight rings of their asses puffy and twitching, begging to be filled. Sebastian, feeling spent, laid back from the fuckfest. All of the orgy partners cuddled up to him, looking up at him in lust-clouded eyes. Even though we all met as enemies, this is the best sex I've ever had, I wish I could keep them to myself. Hah, maybe have a little harem with a different man to do a different job for me. That one could be the woodcutter, I saw him swinging his axe during our battle and if I hadn't been on the receiving end of it, I would've thought it was sexy. With that, Sebastian drifted off into what could be described as a mini coma. Soon after, the bandit he was fantasizing about moaned and then his eyes flashed, glowing brightly for a second, then he abruptly got up, an axe materializing into his hand, and ran to the nearest tree to begin his duty.
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