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(Author's note: I'll state this now as I'm sure it's something people may want. I won't write male/female or female/female sexual content or anything involving female-presenting hermaphrodites or women with penises. I hope this doesn't ruin anyone's enjoyment, but I'm very gay if you haven't noticed. ;) )

Tundra gave way to the less harsh terrain of Mimid, but the cold remained. Russell watched with interest as an idyllic countryside took shape on either side of the road, with rolling fields of wheat and small villages dotted along its length. Russell was happy to see monsters alongside humans in the towns they passed, and the sight of smiling children playing with their monster counterparts warmed his heart. Mimid's king kept his word and granted them all their freedom.

Guards along the road had been alerted to Russell's presence, and they bowed as the wagon rolled past them. They seemed far happier than Russell would have thought they'd be, considering the country's besieged situation, and when he saw one of them with his arm wrapped around a shapely lizard woman's waist, he could guess why. Indeed, many more guards seemed to have monstrous paramours of every gender and species hanging from their arms. Not bad for a few months' progress.

The castle was a few days' ride from the border, but Hugh made record time along the road, happily munching away at dried fruits and only stopping to rest when his eyes could barely remain open. There was a spring in his step that Russell was sure was due to his new obsession with Ruri's massive manhood, and he could often see the minotaur sneaking lingering looks back to the man's bulging loincloth. Each time the minotaur's exhaustion would force them to stop and rest, the two were inseparable, and Hugh doted on every inch of the chieftain's body with a worshipful tongue. Inevitably, Hugh would coax the man into him, and the chieftain would fuck him to sleep. It was a nice change of pace from the warchief's musk-huffing neediness.

Durz, too, was making up for lost time with his father, and whenever Hugh's demanding lips left the older orc's, he took over. Their relationship had evolved since that first awkward encounter, and the chieftain seemed happy enough to return his affectionate embraces. Russell always felt a naughty thrill when he saw the two intently kissing, with Ruri's fingers exploring his slutty son's sloppy hole. Perhaps he'd take advantage of the older man's attraction to his musk to create an orc sandwich.

Castle Mimid rose in front of Hugh's sweating body, and Russell let out a low whistle. It was far grander than he'd ever imagined, and the gate opening before him was ornately decorated, with exquisitely detailed metalwork accenting its thick iron bars. This place certainly didn't resemble the struggling capital that Russell expected from his discussions with Greg. Maybe royalty had higher standards.

A cheery voice rang out in the courtyard. "Hello! You've returned far faster than I could have hoped!" King Mimid looked far different from how he appeared during his last visit to Lopestown, and he walked without difficulty. His face had filled out, and his intelligent grey eyes sparkled with new life. Even his grip as he shook Russell's hand had lost its shake. Ko's recipes and medicine were doing him no end of good. "Welcome to Castle Mimid! We've been expecting you!" even his mannerisms were far less regal, and the king's youthful behavior reminded Russell of his earnest son.

A lioness with beautiful eagle's wings, dressed in a set of Brigirth's armor, stood with her muscled arms folded below her prodigious chest behind the monarch. She stepped closer to the king, and Russell could see a hint of affection in her eyes as she placed a hand on his shoulder. She leaned into his ear and whispered something, and the king immediately clapped his hands together.

"Right, yes! Where are my manners? This beautiful huntress is Elenia. She joined my guard a few weeks ago and proved herself to be more effective than any of my knights. I've hired her as my personal bodyguard." The amazon's grip on the king's shoulder flushed his cheeks, and he shifted in place. A bodyguard, huh? Russell didn't believe it for a second, but despite the size difference, they certainly looked compatible. Good for him. Hopefully, she wouldn't accidentally crush him with her thighs.

The reinvigorated king led them to a cozy room past the throne room, passing around steaming cups of tea that Russell recognized as one of Ko's fruity blends. A companionable smile graced his face, and he looked at his guests with interest. "I take it you bring good news? Or is this new orc one of your lovers?" He sipped at his tea with an eyebrow raised.

The sphinx had taken her place behind the king, and it was clear that she was attempting to fluster him, her heavy breasts nearly resting on top of his crown and her tufted tail flicking like a playful cat's. Cute.

"This is Ruriguz, the orc warchief. He's agreed to stop orcish aggression aimed at Mimid." Russell patted the chieftain's back, and the green-skinned man waved awkwardly. "I believe his people may be able to help with your troop shortage if you're willing to provide them with food and equipment."

King Mimid's face bloomed with an exuberant grin. "You exceeded my expectations, my boy. I won't ask how you brokered this peace, but I'll gladly accept any help you can provide." He reached out to take the orc warchief's hand in a firm handshake. "Perhaps with the orcs' help we can begin to take back our lands."

Russell translated the king's words, and Ruri returned the king's sentiment. "Point us in the direction of a fight and give us the tools to win, and we'll destroy anyone that crosses you." The two seemed to share an easy companionship, settling into a logistical chat with Russell acting as their translator, and before long, the king brought out a bottle of wine to toast their new alliance.

Panting and exhausted, a small man in leather armor burst through the doors without warning. "Father! Shoufeya marches on the capital. We're receiving reports from evacuated citizens that they'll arrive within the week." He collapsed to the floor, and Elenia helped him to his feet with an almost motherly look of concern written across her stoic face, helping him to a seat.

Of course, they were. Russell felt as if the past few months were a blur of problems. He longed for the days when his most pressing dilemma was whether Lope's cock was ready for another round. Still, he was committed to helping his friends, and he dutifully translated the panting prince's warning for Ruri.

The orc chieftain seemed excited at the prospect of a battle. "Ready a messenger. I'll mobilize my people immediately to intercept them." Ruri certainly wasn't one to half-ass an alliance, and he immediately began to draft a message for his war parties. Based on the fire in his eyes, Shoufeyan troops were in for one hell of a welcome. Russell almost pitied them. If the orcs in his life were even half as fearsome in battle as they were in the pursuit of pleasure, there was no hope for the invading force.

The week passed in a blur, and Russell's companions busied themselves preparing the capital for a siege.

Hugh assisted grateful peasants with their evacuation into the castle's protective walls. His sweet smile brought displaced children no end of comfort, and his soft shoulder fur provided the perfect handhold for them to hang onto while he pulled carts full of their parents' belongings. Gentle and cooperative, his heart of gold showed in every action, and he became everyone's favorite companion before long. Russell worried they wouldn't be willing to part with him when it was time for them to depart.

Ruri and Durz busied themselves with the castle's more mechanically inclined denizens, orcish anti-siege weapons spawning from their animated discussions. Gigantic arbalests, rigged cauldrons full of flammable oil, and boulders held in place with easily removable scaffolding soon lined the walls, ready to defend them from approaching enemies. When the two weren't being wanton sluts, they were incredibly creative.

Even Lope busied himself with the castle's provisions, helping frantic citizens sort and store food in case of a siege. His nose was incredible at seeking out less than fresh foodstuffs, preventing mass spoilage. Of course, he enjoyed the attention more than anything. His tail constantly wagged at their praise despite the language gap, and he looked like the happiest family dog.

Russell felt useless among his talented friends, as was the norm these days. His talent was worthless in a crisis like this, and all he managed to do was distract his friends if he wandered too close. Most of the time, Russell would stare out over the horizon from the castle walls as a result, alone with his thoughts. Lonely and unneeded, he stared off into the night sky until a tap on his shoulder interrupted his self-pity.

Elenia, with her wings outstretched to feel the soft breeze, stood next to him, and she leaned over the castle wall to join his quiet contemplation. Letting loose a yawn, the amazonian sphinx stretched until Russell heard a pop from her back. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments until her quiet, contemplative voice broke through. "You know, when I was a little girl, I never thought I would see a castle, let alone live in one." The wind shifted, and Russell caught a hint of sweet floral scent from the woman's rustling fur. "My parents always told me to avoid humans, that if I tried to live among them, I would only invite trouble. I never understood the difference between us, and whenever I saw the knights ride through our little worker's town, I dreamed of following in their footsteps. I wanted so badly to be one of them. As I grew older, I learned that there were far fewer opportunities for people like me."

She contemplated the horizon, then looked down towards the king below, smiling as she watched him busily directing his people. "I'm here because of you. If you hadn't convinced His Majesty of my people's right to freedom, I would be stuck in some filthy brothel, selling my body for crusts of bread and a bed of straw to sleep on." Her feline gaze turned to Russell, and the happiness across her face brought tears to his eyes. "I'm sure countless others' lives improved because of you. Thank you for helping us, from the bottom of my heart." The woman bowed, then gave Russell a grateful hug. Before he could gather his wits to reply, she leaped from the castle wall to glide down to King Mimid.

Elenia's words lifted a weight from Russell's heart. His thoughts drifted to the others his presence had affected. Luminos, once half-dead and now all but married to a man that worshipped his every golden feather. Peak, scarred, abused, and raped, now spending his days with an ever-present kitsune companion that made it his mission to fulfill the manticore's wildest fantasies. Sweet, mute Hugh, once trapped in the dark and tortured by cruel masters and now surrounded by care and affection. All of them, and others besides, would be dead or suffering without Russell's interference. He couldn't imagine a world where he would turn his back on them. Maybe he wasn't useless.

As a soft smile returned to his face, he felt strong arms wrap around his waist and a snuffling sniff at the nape of his neck. "Mate smells good." Lope's familiar growling voice melted Russell back into his embrace. Possessive paws tugged at his pants, and soon he was left bare in the crisp morning air, unable to resist the wolf's affectionate advances. Pulsing and hot to the touch, Lope's cock slotted itself against Russell's rear, insistently pushing at his clenching defenses. In Lope's embrace, he felt wanted. Felt as if he mattered.

The slowly growing full feeling within the human's stomach was what he craved more than anything. He widened his stance and lifted his neck into the wolfman's soft kisses, luxuriating in the slow push of that canine cock. Russell's hole had long since grown used to Lope's cock, and they fit together as if they existed for each other's use, with the human's gently clenching inner walls coaxing pulses of pent-up need from the wolfman's member with every thrust. He never lasted long within Lope's embrace, and the wolfman knew that he could let loose whenever he liked within his favorite human.

Russell's breath hitched as his werewolf lover filled his sloppy hole, and the thick, drooling pulse of seed set his climax in motion. Waves of pleasure crashed over him, and he rocked back, desperately milking Lope's member for every drop while he painted the dusty stone in front of him with ropey strings of human cream. Lope's voice, panting and filled with infinite love, murmured against his neck. "Love Mate. Perfect."

Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion, Russell slid to his knees. Crystalline feelings radiated from his drooling rear entrance, and as Lope's mouth replaced his cock, he closed his eyes, luxuriating in the gentle licks that graced his drooling gape. His earlier anxiety melted away under Lope's tender care, and as the wolfman's body hunched over him for a second round, he dozed off.

Solemn and silent, morning broke over the packed castle. Russell sat up with a start as the sound of an instrument he couldn't identify rang out. Shoufey's vanguard had arrived. Russell could make out several siege towers among their ranks, and most of the force sat astride tall, misshapen horses with distressingly thin legs. One of the troops stepped forward, unfurling a scroll, and his voice rang out. "The emperor's decree states that this land belongs to the Shoufeyan Empire. Resist and be slain."

There was no answer from within the castle. Instead, a bolt flew through the air from one of the arbalests mounted on its far wall, impaling the Shoufeyan messenger through his chest. Russell blinked at the bold answer, and as he followed the arrow's path, he saw the king at the siege weapon's sight. The regal man cupped his hands and yelled through them, "HOW ABOUT YOU FUCK OFF?" His men seemed to agree with his vulgar sentiment, and a cheer echoed from the soldiers around him. That was one way to raise morale.

Siege towers advanced on the walls while Russell hurriedly donned his clothing, shaking Lope awake so they could move from the line of fire. The Shoufeyan troops would have archers, and it would be suicide to remain undefended on the castle's walls under the threat of their arrows. He was hurrying the groggy wolfman to the stairs when he heard a horn sound behind the Shoufeyan troops.

Drumming shook the earth, growing closer, and Russell could hear a deep, rhythmic chant. Green skin flooded the battlefield, and the Shoufeyan's rearguard fell before a rain of stones. Ruri's people had arrived. Nearly a hundred orcs, all beating the hilts of their weapons against the ground in a practiced rhythm, cut off the Shoufeyan cavalry from any escape with a wall of battle-hardened muscle. They raised their axes and spears in unison and rushed forward to engage.

Trapped between a hundred bloodthirsty orcs and the castle's walls, the Shoufeyan troops tried to hurry their siege towers to the front, abandoning their mounts to climb away from the berserkers menacing their flanks. They wouldn't find any mercy awaiting them. Traps were put to good use by desperate defenders, and most of the towers fell before rolling boulders or ignited oil. Shoufeyans slipping past the traps fared no better.

Elenia, roaring and magnificent with her wings unfurled, cleaved her way through the enemy with sweeping strikes, her white feathers stained with blood. She reminded Russell of a valkyrie, beautiful and cruel, giving no quarter to her enemies.

Far from what the enemy expected, the battle was a slaughter. Once composed and convinced of their victory, the eastern troops now fought for their lives. Mercy was in short supply, and as Russell watched from the safety of a castle window, the rich primary colors of the Shoufeyan uniforms were replaced by a sea of green skin and crimson blood. Ruri wasn't lying when he mentioned his people's prowess. Each orc was easily worth 10 of the unprepared humans, and they shrugged off attacks with savage glee.

A strange hissing noise drew Russell's attention to the window opposite him. It was coming from the courtyard. As he stepped to the other window to investigate, he could see a figure with sparks flying from its outstretched hand, rushing across the green field towards the throne room. Was that a bomb? Realization dawned across his face. The saboteur was heading for the makeshift shelter they'd set up for the city's population.

Thud. The sound of something heavy falling from the castle's walls. Thud. Thud. Thud. Hugh, having jumped down, rushed towards the Shoufeyan soldier with thunderous purpose. The soldier drew back his arm to toss his deadly payload, but half a ton of pure bull muscle barrelled into him, throwing him like a ragdoll into the far wall. A sickening crunch echoed in the space as Hugh bodychecked the Shoufeyan, followed by an explosion from the minotaur's feet that obscured Hugh from view in a cloud of smoke and flames.

No. Not Hugh. Not him. Russell was never a religious man, but as he rushed for the stairs, hurrying down to check on his minotaur friend, he prayed to whatever powers above that Hugh would be alright. All of Russell's friends were precious to him, but sweet, gentle Hugh, with his selfless smile and willingness to put himself in danger for others- He couldn't die here. Russell wouldn't allow it.

Smoke began to clear, and Russell's heart nearly stopped. He skidded to his knees in front of the collapsed minotaur, and as he drew Hugh's head into his lap, he felt his chest tighten. Hugh was so limp, and Russell could barely feel him breathing. Blood seeped from the minotaur's ears, and his chest was raw and pink. Fur and skin had burned away to reveal bloodied muscle. Each shallow breath brought a wince to the minotaur's closed eyes. To Russell's horror, the gurgling stopped, replaced by stillness.

Silence. The sounds of battle faded as if Russell was underwater, and as he looked around, he noticed the world had taken on a grey hue. Soft footsteps sounded behind him, and a glowing hand pressed itself to his shoulder. "My champion. Your prayers bring me hope. Selfless as they are, I grant you more of my power." Russell looked up with tears streaming down his face, his blurry vision taking in a shifting, androgynous figure with a kind smile. A glow infused his body from the mysterious figure's hand, and he felt power welling up inside of him. "Do not squander my gifts." The mysterious figure's implacable voice faded, and their hand vanished from his shoulder.

Reality returned, and Russell could see Hugh's ravaged skin beginning to knit itself back together under the human's glowing hand. His nostrils flared, taking in a soft, unlabored breath, and Russell felt relief wash over him. The minotaur's eyes fluttered open, and strangely, even his blind eye seemed to regain its color, blinking in confusion at its restored function. A furred hand caressed Russell's face, wiping away his tears. Even in his sorry state, Hugh's first thought was for others.

Russell didn't understand the miracle he witnessed, but he threw his arms around the minotaur and buried his face in the man's regrown, shaggy fur, clinging to him with relieved sobs. Hugh was alright, and that was all that mattered. He would worry about whoever gave him these powers later. For now, he was just grateful to have them.

Their struggles were over, with very few casualties on the defender's side. Orcs, some with fresh shallow wounds across their bare chests, flooded into the castle, and grateful defenders abandoned their weapons to embrace their monstrous saviors. The confusion written across the barbarian's faces quickly changed to companionable smiles, and within moments, there was something akin to a party within the courtyard walls.

Russell's eyes were finally dry, but he refused to let Hugh's hand drop from his own. Releasing his grip felt as if it would undo the miracle, and he couldn't risk losing one of his closest friends again. Thankfully the minotaur welcomed the attention, and he sat down next to his friend, his free hand feeling around his miraculously healed eye as if he still couldn't believe it worked.

Lope seemed to understand his mate's raw emotional state and held him, arms around the human's waist and warm body comforting Russell. Sandwiched between the two men, Russell felt better, and he dozed, his face buried in the soft fur of Hugh's bicep.

A joyful voice broke him from his light nap. "My boy, every day I spend in your company makes me more grateful." With a beer stein clutched in his hand and his free arm wrapped around one of Elenia's tawny biceps, King Mimid stood in front of Russell. "Your connections have been nothing but a constant boon for my country, and I daresay I'd be dead by now without you." He took a heavy swig of his beer, leaning his head against one of Elenia's armored breasts. "Anything you ever need from me, you need but ask. I'll move the heavens at your request."

Russell didn't have a chance to answer the drunken king, as the amazonian sphinx woman was already leading him away. Based on the monarch's wandering hands squeezing Elenia's muscled rump and the woman's twitching tail, he was sure he wouldn't see hide nor hair of him any time soon. Greg would have a new stepmother if those two carried on like this.

Twin thuds announced Durz and Ruri's arrival, and a thick green bicep wrapped itself around Russell's shoulders. The drunken chieftain had no shame, and his thick fingers played with Russell's chest, pebbling the human's nipple. "Do I get a reward?" He slurred in Russell's ear, his nose burying itself in one of the human's armpits with a loud snort. Sloppily, he slipped his tongue out to roll over the hair he found there, and Russell felt his pants grow tight. Ruri knew how to get what he wanted.

Well aware of where the amorous orc's advances would lead, Russell pushed his companions to their quarters, where the ensuing orgy would be far less likely to draw attention. Once the door closed, he felt hungry hands pulling at his clothes. Ruri and Durz, drunken and with bulging tents in their loincloths, fell on him like ravenous wolves, shoving him back on the bed with a pulsing erection on display once their clumsy hands rid him of pesky obstructions.

Soft green lips took up either side of Russell's cock, vying for position with drooling, heated tongues. Trickles of pre coaxed from his tip met greedy lips, and grumbling mouths met in steamy kisses to share the gooey treat. The sight of father and son fighting over his dick made Russell's cock surge. Were all orcs this demanding?

"No fair. You got to suck it dry last time." Ruri grumbled as Durz's talented mouth took its place at Russell's tip, his tongue rolling over the rest of the exposed pink shaft. The chieftain's alcohol-infused drool slid down Russell's balls, and he shivered as he felt it drip between his cheeks, teasing his hole. His juicy lips took in Russell's balls, bathing their entirety in indulgent licks and sucking at them with lewd slurps. Despite his inexperience, Russell could see the family resemblance. Both of the orcs were extraordinarily talented with their mouths.

" 'Cause I'm better at it." Durz taunted, rolling his tongue over the twitching head, then sliding down to the hilt, his throat softly gulping at the drooling tip. Russell had to admit he was telling the truth. Durz's mouth always felt like heaven, and his pillowy lips knew how to coax the most mindblowing orgasms from a cock. Durz bobbed over Russell's cock, his talented tongue cradling the underside in luxury and greedy suction milking every drool of pre.

As Russell's head threw back in an indulgent moan, squirming under the dual oral assaults, a shadow fell over his face, and he found his lips pressed up against Hugh's plush donut. Surrounded by the bull's jiggling ass, he had no choice but to lick at the musky offering. Russell's hands squeezed at the bull's big, beautiful ass with greedy hands, and that pillowy donut vibrated with his muffled groans, his teeth digging into its rim in soft, teasing bites.

Not to be left out, Lope's cock slipped past the seal of Hugh's ass, and Russell took in grateful, bull-musk-laden breaths while he watched the werewolf's cock spread the minotaur's hole open. Werewolf balls bouncing in front of his nose smelled delicious, and he swiped his tongue over them in gentle worship while Lope's cock plundered that glistening donut.

"Fuck. Move aside, kid." Russell felt his cock disappear from Durz's heavenly maw, accompanied by a slurred curse from the younger orc. Impossibly tight and clenching, a muscled ass settled on his lap, swallowing his member in its intently clutching depths. Ruri was heavy, and Russell felt his pelvis would be ground into dust by the muscular, bouncing ass on his lap, though his shaft boiled over with need within those greedy depths. His first orgasm was torn from his cock by suction that threatened to snap it in half, but the flood only encouraged the warchief's efforts, his ass never stopping its pounding descents.

Lope's balls drew up in front of Russell's lust drunk eyes, and he was treated to a front-row seat as the minotaur's pulsing hole accepted sticky waves of lupine cream. He kissed along the base of Lope's shaft, prolonging the wolfman's panting orgasm, and thrilled at the feeling of the cock under his tongue pulsing rope after rope in time with his licks along its underside.

The rest of the night passed in a carnal blur, with all five men taking turns in varying positions and with different partners, finally collapsing into a sweaty pile. There was something therapeutic in the ache of empty balls. All worries faded away, and Russell could only bury his face in Hugh's muscular, bouncy chest, his mouth wrapped around a nipple. He listened to the minotaur's heartbeat, silently thanking his mystery benefactor for their intervention.