The heavy footsteps stopped right outside the door. Garrick's fist pounded on the wood three times, rattling the frame.
"Mira! Elara! What in the hells is going on in there? The 'treatment' has taken half the afternoon!"
Inside the room, the air was thick with the scent of sex — sweat, cum, and the sweet musk of two thoroughly claimed women. Elara lay sprawled on the bed, legs still spread, Ethan's thick seed slowly leaking from her swollen, well-fucked pussy. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, nipples red and sensitive from Mira's mouth and Ethan's teeth. Mira knelt beside her, fingers lazily tracing circles around Elara's clit, keeping her in a blissful haze.
Ethan sat up slowly, completely naked, his cock still glistening and semi-hard. He met the women's eyes and placed a finger to his lips. A wicked grin spread across his face.
Mira's lips curled in matching mischief. Elara, still dazed from multiple mind-shattering orgasms, simply nodded, utterly devoted.
"Answer him," Ethan commanded softly.
Mira rose, straightening her disheveled gown just enough to look presentable. She walked to the door, cracked it open a few inches, and peeked out with an innocent smile.
"Garrick, dear, everything's fine. The traveler's injury was deeper than we thought. Elara needed to apply a special ointment… internally. It's taking time, but he's responding well."
Garrick frowned, trying to peer past her. "Internally? What kind of—"
Before he could finish, Ethan stood and moved behind Mira, out of sight. He pressed his hard cock against her ass through the thin fabric, one hand sliding up to maul her breast roughly. Mira bit her lip to stifle a moan, her pussy clenching at the feel of him.
"He's… ah… almost done," she managed, voice breathy. "Go back downstairs. I'll join you soon."
Garrick's suspicion grew. "Let me see him. I don't like strangers alone with my wife and the healer."
Ethan leaned close to Mira's ear. "Let him in. It's time he learns his place."
Mira's eyes flashed with dark excitement. She stepped aside and opened the door fully.
Garrick stormed in — and froze.
The sight hit him like a physical blow.
Elara, the respected village healer, lay naked on the guest bed, legs wide, cum visibly dripping from her stretched pussy. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed with satisfaction. And the stranger — the naked, muscular traveler — stood behind Mira, one hand openly groping his wife's breast through her gown, the other sliding between her thighs.
"What… what is this blasphemy?!" Garrick roared, face turning purple.
Ethan met his gaze calmly, activating a subtle pulse of his enhanced Charm. Not enough to claim a man, but enough to dull rage into helpless humiliation.
"Garrick," Ethan said, voice smooth and commanding. "Your wife invited me in. She's been very… hospitable. As has Elara."
Mira turned in Ethan's arms, pressing her body against him possessively. "It's true, husband. He's given me what you never could. Pleasure. Passion. A real man's cock."
Garrick staggered back as if slapped. "Mira… how could you…"
Elara sat up slowly, making no effort to cover herself. Cum trailed down her thigh as she spoke, voice soft but firm. "Garrick, it's over. He's claimed us. Both of us. And we've never felt more alive."
Ethan stepped forward, cock swinging heavily, still slick from Elara's juices. Garrick's eyes involuntarily dropped to it — thick, long, veins pulsing — and his face drained of color. It dwarfed anything he possessed.
"You'll accept this," Ethan said. "You'll serve. Or you'll leave this village broken and alone. Your choice."
The combined weight of Mira and Elara's devotion, plus Ethan's aura, crushed Garrick's will. He sank to his knees, tears of humiliation streaming.
"I… I accept…"
Ethan smirked. "Good boy. Now watch how a real man breeds your wife."
He bent Mira over the foot of the bed, right in front of Garrick. Hiking her gown, he exposed her dripping pussy — still full of his earlier loads — and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Mira screamed in ecstasy. "Yes! Fuck me, Master! Show him!"
Ethan pounded her mercilessly, hips slapping loud against her ass, breasts bouncing wildly. Garrick watched, broken, as his wife came twice in minutes, begging for more seed.
Elara crawled over, kissing Mira deeply, then turned to Garrick. "Touch yourself if you must, but know you'll never have us again."
When Ethan finally came — flooding Mira with another massive load — Garrick was a shell, whimpering on the floor.
[Humiliation Quest Complete: Cuckold the Innkeeper]
[+100 Power | Skill Unlocked: Dominance Aura (Passive – Weakens male rivals in presence)]
[Village Influence: 45%]
The inn was now his.
That night, with Garrick relegated to the cellar, Ethan claimed both women again — slow, deep, alternating between their bodies until they were sobbing from overstimulation. The romantic whispers returned — promises of protection, pleasure, a new life under his rule.
By morning, the village whispered of the mysterious traveler who healed faster than any potion. But Ethan's eyes were already on the horizon.
A merchant caravan had arrived, bringing news: goblin raids increasing, a nearby baron seeking adventurers for a dungeon delve, rumors of an elven envoy visiting the regional capital.
The world beyond the village beckoned.
To be continued…