You picked your way through the brush, trying to avoid stepping on rocks and making as little noise as you possibly could. A tall, rough-barked tree of a kind you didn't recognize provided the resting place you were searching for. Under the thick boughs, you sat. The needles at its roots pricked your skin.
You slicked the muck from your skin with your hands. Black and slippery, but not harmful to anything but your clothes, apparently. It didn't stain or stick, either. You realized with relief that your corded leather belt, and coin purse with it, had survived. Your few silvers were precious.
You started to remember bits of what your life had been before the rain storm. Curiously, they were all other times that you had been stripped naked against your will. There were a lot of them. You had been living a depraved life, it seemed. A pang of remorse hit you at the same moment as a pang of lust. You were covered in slippery goo, and were wasting this opportunity.
Your cock twitched, and began to rise as memories of your previous abuses came back to you: being pushed around by women in armor, spit on by them, stepped on, ridiculed, and being hard for all of it. Their hungry, power-drunk eyes inspected you with impunity. They smiled widely, groping you, slapping your ass, instructing you to help undress them. They were nude, as you were. Then came the oil. You were a stress toy to them…
A stick snapped behind you. You froze, cock in hand. A low growl was beginning as you turned your head. There were eyes. You didn’t like the way they were looking at you. Fucking idiot, jerking off instead of finding somewhere safe to rest! You bolted, tearing through the branches of young trees, snapping into your skin like switches. You didn’t care, you only ran…!
You flicked your head around, your heart keeping pace with your legs. The eyes were gone, but you could hear labored breathing apart from your own, coming closer. And, perplexingly, the clink of chainmail and the squelch of little footsteps on wet ground. A gasp escaped from someone at hip level, cut off by a grunting gurgle as your manhood was engulfed down to the balls. A wet wave of excellent feelings came over you as the small person in front of you stumbled back, pulling your cock free of their throat with a suck and a pronounced pop before tumbling onto their ass and coughing out a sob. They began to cry as you twisted your head to face front.
They’re adorable.
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