The First Foe [Reydan and Revnarh]

Harrick had enjoyed, over the past couple of months, extracting money from the collection of villages in the Upgard Hills. A tall man, scarred and toned from years as a galley slave and a criminal, he was just now pushing thirty and well into his stride. From a small ruined tower, left over from the Empire that crumbled centuries before, he roamed out with his trusty mastiff Argus. The huge, fierce, black beast helped keep order and once or twice had pinned down potential trouble makers. Really, though, the villagers were too spineless to do anything other than pay up for his 'protection'. Some had even hinted that it could have been worse, as Harrick have never show any interest in their daughters.

So it was with a sense of surprise that he'd heard, on the rumor mill, that the villagers of Sholt, Farron, and Evergreen had banded together to entice a hero to come and stop him. He was still further surprised when the young adventurer kicked open the door to his tower and began to climb the stairs.

On the floor above, he waited, sliding his blades uneasily in their sheathes. He had a few tricks up his sleeve yet. But what took him by surprise was how...feminine the figure in the doorway looked.

'So you're the fearsome fight the villages sent to deal with the bandit problem' he chuckled. 'At least let me know whether you are a man or a woman darling?' and he chuckled, making kisses faces at the figure.

Robin, a young hero who was still in training, heard about the problem with bandits near three towns. This subjugating request shouldn't be too difficult and a good experience for any fights in the far future. Swinging a sword, shooting arrows, riding a horse and other lessons were necessary for a hero. There weren't many possibilities for a real fight to the death and training every single day got boring sooner or later. Even studying spells was a tedious task that resulted in only casting a small fireball which wasn't strong enough to be used in combat yet. It took a while climbing up the stairs of the old tower thanks to all the hidden traps, but Robin got to the last room where the bandit leader was.

This wasn't the first time that somebody questioned Robin's gender, everybody asked that question or a similar one when they met. "Whether I'm a boy or a girl isn't important since you'll be dead soon! I'll defeat you and then the villagers will hang you or chop your head of. Now let's fight, thief!"

Robin jumped forwards at Harrick with a drawn short sword in one hand and a small fireball in the other. The spell couldn't do any damage since it lacked the magical power to harm anybody, but it was a good enough to be used for distraction. By the time the ball of flames got blocked a sharp blade hit its destined target. However, the fight didn't last long and there was a clear victor. "Unhand me, you ruffian!" Robin lost the fight and was now at the mercy of the bandit leader.

Harrick wafted his hand to blow the little wisp of smoke away from his singed hair. He was...remarkably fine after the brief little assault from the young hero. He chuckled, holding the adventurer by the front of his tunic, and maneuvered him over to the worn wooden table.

'What a pathetic hero you make' he said with a grin, throwing Robin forward onto his face. He pressed the boy's top half against the dirty wood, causing his body to bend over the table and his ass to stick out. 'I bet the villagers are soo glad they wasted their harvest money hiring you to defeat me' he said sarcastically, reveling in such an easy victory.

'Now to work out the answer to my question earlier' he announced and, with Robin unable to stop him, he took the boy's waist in his hands. 'Let's see if you're boy or girl' he said with a sly grin and tugged the waistband down to Robin's ankles, exposing him to the air.

Robin tried to get away from Harrick with all his might, but it was futile. The young hero continued to struggle while he was held down only to stop as soon as he heard the words of the bandit leader. A shiver ran down his spine when his pants got pulled down. Robin closed his eyes, hoping that this was a bad dream and that he would wake up sooner or later. He tried to close his legs quickly in a last attempt to hide his small genitals from Harrick's eyes, but it was already too late.

"P-please...let me go..." The shame of being exposed by a man who was stronger and older was enough to make his whole face crimson red with embarassment. Robin wished that he could die right here and now instead of having to endure this humiliation. Maybe somebody came to rescue him from this situation. Of course the young hero knew that something like that wouldn't happen. The villagers didn't have enough money to hire a professional or else the bandit subjugation would have been over in an instant.

A boy then, he noticed, although barely one. That cock and balls had to be one of the smallest Harrick had ever seen, even as the young thing tried to hide them with his thighs. The rough bandit bit his lip as he looked down at his prize. Those thighs were thick and deliciously as they shifted, that ass plump and inviting as it wiggled, and those hips pear-shaped and pleasing round as the boy struggled. If it hadn't been for the little manhood winking at him from between those pale thighs Robin could easily have been a woman.

And it had been a long time since Harrick had had a woman.

His own pants were down around his ankles in seconds. His own cock, ten inches and thick with veins, nestled into the crack of the boy's ass, his own heavy balls swinging low to brush against Robin's tiny scrotum.

'Now that's a real cock, isn't it?' he chuckled, voicing what he suspected were the young man's own thoughts. He let a little spittle dribble from his mouth, lubricating his shaft, and began to slowly buck his hips, grinding his manhood up and down that hot little valley.

He was going to enjoy this pipsqueak of an adventurer.

The sensation of something big being pressed against his exposed ass caused Robin to turn his head around a little bit so he could see what was going on. His eyes stared at the biggest penis he had ever seen on a man and the thought of having such a huge cock inside him made all the blood in his face disappear. Robin tried to get away from Harrick once again only to freeze as soon as he felt something wet touching his naked skin. The young boy knew a little bit about the birds and the bees and like any teenager he wanted to have sex some day, but not like this. This wasn't how he thought that he would lose his virginity, getting fucked in his tight asshole by an older man. "P-please...at least..." Robin didn't know how he could get out of this situation with his pride as a man intact. Something flashed up inside his mind, the tales of what his friends told him what they did with a few prostitutes. "Let me suck it first..." Maybe that could buy him enough time to get away from the bandit leader. Robin didn't notice that his scared voice sounded a little bit higher and that his words made him appear like he was eager to be fucked like a cheap harlot in the slums of a big city.

There was nothing nearby that could be used as a weapon and the only spell he knew was useless to cause any harm. Robin already tried to use fireballs as a destraction in the earlier fight, but it didn't work so why would it be helpful now? Besides, he was too scared to even concentrate long enough for the spell to be chanted and it was obvious that Harrick was more experienced when it came to fighting.

Harrick felt the boy squirm and shift beneath him, aware now that his virginal rear was in terrible peril. The bandit chuckled, his hands holding the boy firmly bent over the table, his pretty young bubble butt invitingly raised. He groaned, low and deep, grinding his cock in that tender little valley now, letting more of his hot spit dribble down to lubricate its passage.

'Let you suck it?' he half moaned in mock surprise, enjoying the hot flush on that young face as the boy tried to wiggle out of the fate he had coming. 'Like a little dockyard whore? Don't worry, plenty of time for that later.'

He leaned up, taking his thick cock in one hand and steadying it so that the swollen head, thick with blood, was prodding gently at the tight spincther ahead of him. 'For now, little one, I'm going to fuck your girly little ass' he chuckled and, slowly but surely, began to press forward into Robin's severely tight back passage. It resisted but, inch by inch, he pushed it into the boy's ass.

'Gods you're so fucking tight' he groaned, pleasure sweeping through him. 'So beautiful'. He gathered a handful of Robin's hair in his hand. It was soft like a girl. He pulled, gently but firmly, this young adventurer up so that Robin was standing with him, leaning back against his chest. His cock was buried in the pretty boy's ass. 'Beg me to fuck you' he grinned.

Robin stopped squirming below Harrick, but his body continued to tremble thanks to the fear of what was going to happen to him in a few seconds. The thought of having to do later what he offered after this was over sent a chill down his spine and made him shiver like he was walking in a snowy field during winter after getting while not wearing any clothes. A gasp escaped his pillowy lips when he felt the tip of the big cock pressing against the entrance of his virgin ass.

The painful burning sensation of something huge being shoved slowly inch after inch into his tight hole caused Robin to groan loudly. Precum leaked out of his small prick which was harder than it had ever been while he masturbated during a lonely night before going to sleep.

"No...it hurts so much...p-please stop and let me go..." Never would he say what Harrick wanted to hear, not even when his life depended on it. The young hero clung to his pride like a stubborn mule who didn't want to move a single step. His cheeks got a little bit redder when he got called beautiful. This wasn't the first time that Robin heard those words, but they still caused him to blush. Not once in his short life did he get called handsome or manly, even the minstrels didn't call him that when they were singing about him.

There wasn't enough strength left to resisst the firm pull upwards and panted like a bitch in heat while he tried to catch his breath. Robin simply rested against Harrick's chest and tried his best not to fall. "Please..." was the only word he could get out between groans of pain. Soon there was only a sensation of being filled to the brim inside the depths of his tight ass after some time had passed.

Damn but the little bitch was tight. Harrick groaned, feeling the tight sphincter of that virgin ass contract and spasm around the invading cock. He held the boy's hips tight, enjoying the soft feel of his skin beneath Harrick's own rough fingertips as the young adventurer writhed and shuddered. His cock was root deep now, all ten inches sunk into that vice-like warmth, and Harrick paused. Letting the little thing get used to the intrusion.

'Please...' he grinned as he heard the boy sob out the little word between groans. He sounded pained but, Harrick noticed, the table top had been stained with precum. The boy was hard, his tiny little cock angry and red and in need of relief. But that relief would not come in the way the boy expected.

'If you wish' he chuckled, kissing and licking the nape of Robin's neck, dominant in his ownership of the boy's body. He began to move his hips, slowly at first but with an increasing rhythm, as he began to fuck that fine little bubble butt. His breath was hot on the boy's neck and shoulders, his hands digging firmly into those feminine hips, and soon the room was filled with the slap of flesh on flesh as he thrust deep into Robin with every stab of his hips. Each movement lifted the little hero off his feet and threw his slender form back against Harrick's broad chest.

'That's it beautiful' the bandit groaned. 'Take it. Take my big fat dick'. He grunted, thrusting still deeper, his balls burning. The boy, for all his squirming and reluctance, was a hot little fuck and Harrick was determined to have his ounce of pleasure out of Robin.

There was a clear misunderstanding between them, Robin didn't want to beg to be fucked like a girl but he couldn't get the other word out of his mouth and say "please stop" instead of the one word that made his tormentor move. Stinging pain and a burning sensation returned both with a vengeance. Soon the young hero's groans turned into moans of a wanton slut when pleasure like he never felt before began to spread in his entire body.

More precum leaked out of his small erection which was now swinging around thanks to Harrick fucking his feminine bubble-butt. He didn't want to admit it, but this whole situation felt kinda good. Tears ran down his cheeks thanks to all these new confusing emotions. Robin didn't move and hoped that the humiliation would be over soon, but on the other hand he wanted to continue whenever Harrick's huge cock rubbed against his prostate.

His eyes got big and a loud moan escaped his soft lips when an orgasm made his body shake with an even more intense pleasure. Robin came for the first time without touching his dick. But he wasn't finished even after his thin seed squirted out more than once. Cumming while getting fucked was the most shameful thing and yet his throbbing erection was still there.

Robbin was unaware of the muscles inside his tight hole contracting like a pussy that tried to milk the balls below the huge cock that was pounded into it dry when he came. There were multiple orgasms that caused the young girly boy to cling to the strong body of the masculine man behind him. Robin's tiny member released one spurt of semen after another until there was nothing left except dry orgasms.

He woke up the next day in a bed, wondering if he just had a strange nightmare when he noticed that he wasd still naked and thick cum leaking out of his sore ass. Hopefully Harrick wasn't around so he could flee, but Robin didn't want to run away naked.He needed to find some clothes first before he could think about escaping from wherever he was.

Harrick had dumped the slutty young adventurer in his bed, not bothering to dress him or even clean him up. The young man had passed out whilst still being hammered by Harrick from behind, and the bandit had smirked at the way that, even unconscious, Robin's tight little ass had milked and squeezed his cock until he came. He had flooded the adventurer's bubble-butt with his hot thick cum, letting it stay congealing in Robin's body as he laid him down on the bed.

He was not around, when Robin awoke and stepped gingerly out of bed. He was down in the valley below, bartering away Robin's belongings with a goblin merchant he knew passed through with his caravan. Whilst there he bought a few choice items that he thought would suit the young man. There was no way he was letting Robin go, he mused, not after last night. The little adventurer's stumbling assault on his lair had been a mistake but the results...he grinned, growing a little hard just thinking about it. No. The boy would stay. Whether he wanted to or not.

Back up at the ruined castle, Harrick might not have been there to watch Robin begin trying to make an escape, but Argus was. The big black mastiff had watched the young man be fucked raw by its master last night and had heard the submissive moans of the would-be hero. Now, watching his lithe form move about, Argus felt something in him stir. The beast waited, watching, until the young man bent over to try and look for his clothes on the floor. Then it pounced.

It leaped forward, knocking Robin onto his hands and knees, Argus' big bulk pressing him down. The mastiff growled in his ear, teeth sharp and threatening.

There weren't any curtains, bed sheets, carpets or anything else that he could use as makeshift clothes and even if there was some cloth he wouldn't be able to turn it into something wearable. Robin never learned how to sew, but right now he had other problems. A huge dog mounted him from behind when he got on all fours to look under the bed for any clothes. Harrick's semen that was still leaking out of the young hero's asshole and the big dogs precum acted as enough lube to allow the canine member to enter the tight hole.

Robin tried to get away first only to surender to his fate and hoped that Argus would finish fucking him soon and then leave him alone to continue planing his escape. What he didn't know was how dogs impregnated their bitches, but sooner or later he would find that out when it was too late to get away from this old ruin of a castle. Robin lowered his head and bit his lower lip in a fruitless attempt to prevent a moan from escaping his mouth.

Getting fucked like a girl by Harrick was a shameful experience which could only be topped by this strange situation. Never did he hear of a dog fucking a human and hopefully nobody caught him in the act of being Argus' bitch. This time there was not much pain, only a stinging sensation when the big canine cock rubbed against his sore ass. Robin closed his eyes and began to moan without noticing that he moved his hips to meet the mastiffs thrusts.

Precum oozed out of the feminine boys small, throbbing erection the whole time since his bumhole got penetrated again. Robin groaned when he felt something even bigger getting pushed into his tight ass and came again without touching his dick. He tried to crawl away from Argus when he thought that everything was over. To his horror he found out that he was bound to the big dog who didn't seem to be finished with breeding his new bitch.

There was, as Robin quickly discovered, now escape. Argus had claimed the boy as his bitch and, now, was knotted deep in his tight little bubble butt. The dog kept thrusting, its large paws pressing the boy into the dusty floor of the ruined castle. Establishing a clear ownership.

It had been a struggle at first, and Argus had been a little disappointed when it seemed initially that his bitch was going to simply play dumb and hang limp as he pounded Robin's ass. But the mastiff had been spurred on by the growing moans and writhing moves of the young man beneath him, thrusting harder with a lewd slapping noise, as Robin began to work his hips back towards the cock.

He knotted, howling as he came deep in that tight rear, and quickly had to clamber onto the boy's back and push him to the floor to stop him painfully tugging away. Stupid bitch, the dog thought, not knowing about the knot.

It was at that point, with a naked Robin sprawled on the floor with his face a mask of lust and pleasure and the large dog on top of him, its canine shaft knotted in his ass, that Harrick reappeared.

If the sight surprised him, he didn't let it show. Instead he sat heavily on the bed and looked with wry amusement at the odd couple of the floor before him. 'Got a little impatient waiting for me eh boy?' he chuckled, ruffling Robin's head as if he was a dog. 'Now, if you promise to be good I'll show you the trick for sliding that knot out of your ass' he added, his dark eyes weighing the boy up. Oh yes, his purchases from the merchant were going to be very suitable indeed for this little slut.

'All you have to do to get my help' he said in a low, amused, voice 'is tell me just what a slut you are for cock. Just tell me and Argus here about how much you've loved being fucked. Then I'll help you'. And to reinforce his point he folded his arms and waited.

Robin wondered how long it would take Argus to get off of him so he could stand up and try to hide from the shame of getting caught in the act by Harrick. He wanted to die right there and now or at least sink into a hole in the ground. His whole face was crimson red as soon as he noticed that somebody was atching how he got turned into the big mastiffs bitch. Robin could forget about escaping as long as Argus was there who could follow his scent no matter where he fled to.

Never would the young hero admit that sex like this felt good. At least that was what he planed to do, but there are ways to make everyone talk by using the right method. "I'm not a slut! And I got raped...against my will!" He was panting like a bitch in heat without noticing it. There was enough evidence that pointed out how much he enjoyed it to get fucked though. Both times Robin came without touching his small member which was still rock-hard and leaking precum.

He decided to find out on his own whether their was even a way to get the big knot out of his ass or not without moving. Robin tried to push it out, but that didn't work thanks to Argus who was still on top of him. He gave up after a while and groaned when the big black dog began breeding him again in a fruitless attempt to impregnate him. "P-please...stop him..."

Robin knew what he had to do to get out of this situation, but he didn't say it even after Argus dumped a second load into his bowels. The small puddle of thin semen grew below the feminine boy with each mind blowing anal orgasm. He even started to moan louder and met every thrust of his alpha. "I can't take this...any longer..."

Harrick was half tempted to leave the little thing, mewling and scrabbling on the hard stone floor, the dog's thick knot deep in his pert young ass. The look of embarrassed lust on the boy's face, and the moans of his submission, were really quite something. Harrick was rock hard in his pants, watching Robin get buggered by the dog.

Still, he didn't want to permanently destroy the kid. Or risk him trying to break free and hurt Argus. So gently, noting that Argus seemed spent after that second load, he stroked the dog's back, making soothing noises, until the mastiff withdrew from Robin's abused little rear. He let the dog strut off, looking immensely self-satisfied, to find somewhere to curl up and sleep off its exertions.

Gently, the large bandit scooped up the young adventurer, like he would a child, and carried him down into the cellar of the castle. One of the benefits of building this castle on the cliff-side, the architects had discovered long ago, was the ability to tap the hot volcanic springs beneath. They had cut a deep pool, permanently filled with soothing hot water from deep underground, in the basement of the tower and this was where Harrick now carried the young man.

Robin was already naked so he set the youth on the side for a moment before stripping off himself and, picking him up before he could struggle away, settled them both in the neck deep water. He sat on a seat built into the wall of the pool, and placed Robin on his lap facing him. The boy's slender form seemed tiny against his muscular body, and Robin's small cock, smeared in his own seed, rubbed up against Harrick's large one.

Sensually, caringly, the bandit worked a gentle finger up and down the crack of the young man's ass, letting the healing water sooth his abused rear.

Their faces were inches apart and the bandit grinned. 'Twice in twelve hours...you're quite the gorgeous little slut aren't you?' He leaned in, kissing the surprised Robin on the mouth, pushing his tongue between the youth's plump little lips.

A soft groan escaped Robin's mouth when he felt that Argus was retreating thanks to what Harrick did. He was too tired after getting fucked three times in a single day and couldn't even stand up on his own anymore. The young adventurer let himself being picked up, not caring that he got carried like a princess and leaned against the older mans masculine chest.

Seeing a private pool inside the depths of the tower was surprising for him. Never would he have thought that there was such a luxury in these ruins. Robin was glad that they had a way to clean themselves instead of having to walk around with sweaty bodies. Globs of thick semen leaked out of Robin's slightly gaping ass and he didn't want to reek of sex for a whole day or even longer.

Having a bath on a daily basis was something a hero got used to and not having one made him feel dirty. The pleasantly hot water felt good against his bare skin. There was no point in trying to run away now when he didn't have enough strength to walk around on his own so why should he struggle to escape his fate? Robin bit his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning when he felt a finger at the entrance of his deflowered hole.

It wasn't that painful, the sensation of something gently touching his sore bumhole mixed with the healing water felt kinda good. The inexperienced boy looked up at Harrick and blushed softly when he got called a slut. Nobody called him gorgeous before, but what caught him off guard more was the sudden kiss.

Robin blamed his fatigue for not being able to resist being kissed by simply turning his head away. He closed his eyes and just let the tongue that slipped past his lips explore the insides of his mouth. The young feminine boy was unaware that Harrick could feel a small erection pressing against his big cock. This was Robin's first kiss and it got wasn't the only thing that got taken by the handsome bandit.

Harrick enjoyed taking the young man's kiss, even if he wasn't aware that it was Robin's first, and as their lips parted strands of saliva connected the two mouths. He grinned as he felt the little erection pressing against his own. He looked down, drawing Robin's attention to where their two shafts rubbed together. His dwarfed the young man's, completely dominating the little prick, his heavy balls far bigger than Robins pathetic little pair.

'Look at that' he murmured, his hands working the soft bubble butt of the young adventurer, grinding him softly on his lap so that Robin's little shaft rubbed up and down his larger one. The warm water was relaxing and calming, helping add to the sensual seduction that Harrick was trying to work on the young man. 'Look at how much smaller your little cock is. I can't imagine you've pleasured many women with that, have you my little darling?' Even though what he was saying was degrading and harsh, he tried to make his tone a soft and arousing, trying to convince Robin that he was cared for.

He was grinding his cock against Robin's now, smearing the little cock with precum as it dribbled from his swollen cock-head, trying to keep that dominance going. 'Why don't you just tell me how much you've enjoyed your time with me, darling' he purred, his hands now tracing the soft outlines of the boy's curvy form. 'Tell me how much you'd like to stay with me here. How much you like my large cock'.

Harrick drew the boy's eyes lower again. 'You can touch it if you like' he said in a husky voice.

Robin was panting as soon as the breathtaking kiss ended. He forgot to fill his lungs with fresh air thanks to this sudden surprise. His eyes followed Harrick's down to the sight of their different cocks. It was very obvious who was a real man when they compared their physical abilities, bodies and genitals. Robin didn't even last very long and came quickly before his formerly virgin ass got filled up with thick cum.

The water felt very good and it could be the reason for the feminine boys red cheeks, but in truth he felt humiliated when he heard that no woman would be pleased with his small member. He never even tried to get close to a girl his age and avoided them when they tried to get the young hero in their bed, hoping that they could become his girlfriend.

He trained very hard and studied magic as an excuse to not having enough time for having sex. In a way it worked, but not as he planed. Having to admit how much he enjoyed getting fucked made him feel even more embarassed. Robin couldn't look Harrick in the eyes and turned his crimson red face away.

"It hurt a lot...but then it felt good..." His voice was barely a whisper, but they were alone in the underground bath and every noice got amplified. He turned his head and looked up a little bit when he heard the offer to stay. "C-can I really stay here?" There was no other place for him now that he lost all his gold and equipment.

Robin looked back down at Harrick's big cock and bit his lower lip before he reached down to touch it gently with the tip of his index finger like it could harm him any moment. He traced down each single vain and spread their combined precum all over the thick shaft. It felt so different than his own prick, it was the first time that he touched a real cock.

Harrick groaned as the young hero touched his shaft gingerly, one little finger smearing the sticky pre-cum up and down the thick length and tracing the veins heavy with blood. Robin's hands were small and dainty like a young woman's, and Harrick large prick twitched at the attention.

'Mmm yes. You can stay here forever' Harrick groaned, stroking the boy's slender sides and curvy hips with his large, calloused, hands. This hadn't been what he'd expected out of the encounter, not when the young fool had strode in throwing fireballs around and challenging him, but it was a delicious turn of events. The little submissive was intoxicating, like a fine wine, and Harrick drank him in.

He leaned forward, his hot mouth finding the soft curve of the boy's neck and kissing the pale skin. His teeth scraped along the supple flesh, feeling Robin's racing pulse, marking ownership with soft nibbling bites like a canine would.

'Stay here and we'll make each other feel good forever' he whispered into the boy's skin. He had plans for the hero, big plans, and he wanted Robin to agree to them.

'Show me how much you want to stay' he commanded, voice husky, as he kissed his way up Robin's delicate throat and found his eager young lips again. 'Work my cock with your pretty little hands. Or even this hot little mouth of yours. Show me how you really feel about me...about your new lover...your new master...' He let the heavy words hang in the air between them, their noses touching, his breath hot on the boy's face.

All those new emotions were very confusing for the young boy, but his thoughts got interrupted by Harrick's kissing and marking the alabaster like skin of his neck. Why did he have to ressist so much when it felt so good letting somebody who was more experienced take the lead and teach him something new?

To hell with his damned pride as a hero and being reluctant, they knew both that he wanted it! Being lovers sounded great and this time he even returned the kiss. But having a master meant that he would be Harrick's sex slave. That thought exited Robin even more and so he decided to show how much he liked that idea.

"Y-yes...I love you..." It felt so good finally admitting his feelings instead of denying them. His slender fingers moved down Harrick's masculine chest towards his crotch and stopped at the big throbbing erection. Robin didn't break the contact between their noses and used his hands to gently stroke his masters cock.

Soon his hands got removed for a short moment only to be replaced by Robin's soft lips. He kissed Harrick once more before placing another one on the tip of the big shaft that popped his cherry and showed him what a slut he was. It didn't take him long to stop without being able to get the whole cock inside when its tip caused him to gag as soon as it touched the entrance to his throat.

Robin licked around the sensitive head of his lovers member a few times, hoping that he would do everything right. This was his first time giving Harrick a blowjob and he wanted to do a good enough job to please his master. Soon his soft lips were wrapped around it only to move slowly forward to get inch after inch into his mouth.

He had him, Harrick thought with a smile. He had the boy in that moment. He enjoyed the return of his kiss, Robin's soft little mouth parting and their tongues properly entwining together. The young hero was so soft, so feminine, so delicate, that it was like making love to a virginal young peasant girl or something like that. He loved the feeling of those slender pale fingers tracing their way down his muscular torso, and groaned in satisfaction as they found his cock.

They were still nose to nose and Harrick could almost taste the delicious submission of Robin's admission of love. It had only been half a day and yet the young fem-boy was already head over heels addicted to the hulking bandit. Harrick couldn't help but puff out his chest, pleased with just how quickly he'd subdued the boy's resistance.

He got one more, increasingly tender, kiss from Robin before the young hero sunk low and took the swollen head of his shaft in his mouth. Harrick groaned, shifting his hips slightly. Robin's mouth was warm and wet, and ever-so-inviting, but after a moment or two it became clear that the young man was struggling with the size of the bandit.

Stroking that blonde hair Harrick was about to say something when his new lover showed a more determined side and began to work the thick meat deeper between his soft, pillowy, lips. Harrick groaned, feeling his cock leak hot pre-cum into that lovely little mouth.

'Mmm so good Robin' he groaned in appreciation, nudging his hips to thrust his cock a little deeper.

Robin struggled for a short while to get Harrick's member past his soft lips. He gagged and nearly choked several times until his nose touched the crotch of his lover. A feeling of pride for achieving something like getting a big cock into his throat filled the young boy. He stayed in this position as long as he possibly could before his lungs screamed for fresh air.

Soon the sound of a teenager giving his master a blowjob spread around in the room they were in. His own small prick was rock-hard the whole time. The precum that leaked out of Harrick's cock got licked up and gulped down after savoring the taste. Yet something was missing which caused the boy to stop and pull his head away right before a big load of thick cum could errupt out of his lovers shaft.

The former hero looked up at the older man and fidgeted before he blurted out what he wanted to say. "Please fuck me again, master! You felt so good inside me!" A soft pink color spread from his cheeks over his whole face and got darker until it was crimson red. Robin turned around to lean against a stone wall and presented his naked rear.

There was an emptyness inside his butt and only Harrick's cock could fill it. Robin didn't only like it getting fucked like a girl, he would even become one for his master if he had to. Never again did he want to touch his tiny dick for the rest of his life. Masturbation couldn't compare to how amazing sex felt and he wanted to learn a lot fom the bandit leader so he could serve him better in the future.

Harrick watched the young man climb out of the bath, his lithe body dripping with water and soap, and press himself against the stone wall. He was blushing, as he looked back over his shoulder, his face a sweet shade of reddish-pink. It made him look even more feminine, like some blushing bride, and for a moment Harrick just watched him, musing over the image of Robin dressed up in a wedding dress for his pleasure. Maybe later...

He climbed out, his own frame likewise dripping water onto the floor but a stark contrast to Robin's. He was built and towering, his skin burnished by the sun and lacerated by swords and arrows of past battle. He grinned, stepping up behind Robin, one large hand working a soft ass cheek. Fingers teasing the flesh.

'Gods, you're a pretty little slut' he purred, his teeth finding the edge of the young man's ear. He breathed in Robin's delicate scent, sucking his essence in greedily. 'But I'm going to make you prettier. Tomorrow...well...you'll see.'

And with that he slowly, teasingly, began to edge his shaft into that tight little rear. Moving in steadily, inch by inch, but making Robin's body beg for every inch as it slid home. 'Tell me, darling, do you want to be pretty?' he breathed, now root deep in Robin's ass, so deep, in fact, that he had lifted the boy onto tiptoes before him.

Robin stared at Harrick's naked body and took in every single detail of his master. The scars from battle combined with visible muscles, tall body, a big cock and a look of wanting him made the boy shiver with delight. Truly a masculine man who owned him now for the rest of his life.

He wondered for a short moment how in the world he could look pretty, but that thought got replaced with pleasure as soon as his lover began teasing him. A soft moan escaped his open mouth with each single trust into his tight ass. The sensations caused by his prostate getting rubbed were something he could never get enough.

"Yes...I want to be pretty for you, master...oh gods, this feels so good~!" Robin let go of the stone wall that he leaned against and entrusted himself to the older mans more experienced hands. His nipples were stiff just like his small dick which leacked precum all over the ground bellow him.

Harrick's rough hands took Robin's pleasingly rounded hips in a tight grip as the boy leaned his small weight back against the older bandit. He was deep inside Robin's rear now, the adventurer's tight sphincter milking his thick cock as it thrust back and forth. The stone room was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh as Harrick held Robin tight to him as he fucked his rear. Each stab of his thick cock jabbed at the boy's prostate, and Harrick grinned at the sight of that little prick leaking pre-cum all over the rough-hewn floor.

'Ughhh' he grunted as he took the young slut slow and deep. 'Gods, I wish you could have been a hot little witch or something' he groaned, root deep in that plump ass, 'all I want to do right now is breed your gorgeous little body. Make you fat with my seed.' Craning in his head, he kissed Robin, teasing his bottom lip between his teeth. 'Not that I don't like your body as it is' he chuckled, feeling his balls churning. He needed release...and soon.

He leaned in, pressing Robin's body against the wall as he thrust harder and faster. 'Don't you wish I could breed you darling?' he breathed in the young man's ear. 'Don't you wish I could knock you up like the eager little slut you are?'

And with that, he came, howling out his relief, flooding Robin's rear with his hot thick seed.