My father said that mushroomers always find trouble. But trouble is exactly what I’d always been looking for.

I found a trio of Orcs camped in the forest near my home village. My first instinct was to run, but I was entranced by their muscular legs, the large bulges under their loincloths, the scars trailing across their broad chests. I offer myself as a 'diversion', a hostage for ransom. Use me, get the gold, and spare the villagers. It seemed like a fair deal.

But they need to make it ...
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My father said that mushroomers always find trouble. But trouble is exactly what I’d always been looking for.

I found a trio of Orcs camped in the forest near my home village. My first instinct was to run, but I was entranced by their muscular legs, the large bulges under their loincloths, the scars trailing across their broad chests. I offer myself as a 'diversion', a hostage for ransom. Use me, get the gold, and spare the villagers. It seemed like a fair deal.

But they need to make it look convincing. I had no idea how good it would feel to be shared by three huge, muscular monsters. And yet, something in their touch is so pure, so loving... are they all that monstrous, really, or have I had them all wrong all this time?
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