In the heart of the mystical realm of Trenedoria, a band of five intrepid adventurers traversed the untamed wilderness, seeking glory and treasure in the depths of a long-forgotten dungeon. 

Grant and Ginny Silverton were the stalwart backbone of the group. Husband and wife, two humans, with a love and bond that was simply unshakable even in the face of peril. They’d been together for countless years, always watching each other’s backs, always taking care of one another. Grant was the swordsman, and Ginny was the talented healer.

Accompanying them on this particular journey was the hulking and battle-hardened Crc warrior, Grimm Stoneslab, his light-green skin glistening with sweat beneath his heavy blacksteel armor. He was a head higher than everyone else in the party, with short black hair and eyes that never stopped looking for threats. A massive hunk of hammer was his weapon of choice, able to crush opponents while they tried to pierce his armor and his powerful, thick hide. Grant had been the one to recruit him.

The next to come with them was Jin'zaphor Nightwhisper, the lithe elven archer, who moved with the grace of a deer and whose golden hair shimmered in the moonlight as he nocked arrow after arrow with deadly precision. He had come recommended by the guild clerk, though Grant noted that the elf had been kicked off his previous group for reasons still unknown. Regardless, they recruited him for the mission.

Rounding out the fellowship was the diminutive goblin mage, Zatani Thistlewood, robed in sorceress garb, her eyes glinting with arcane power every time she laughed at one of Grant’s jokes at the tavern. It was Ginny’s idea to bring her along, seeing how the goblin and her husband got along well enough.

Their venture to the dungeon had gone easily enough. Everyone got to know one another, got along well, spoke of dreams and wishes to come. Grant and Ginny had been saving up for a home, Grimm was just working to buy more drink, Jin was amassing his wealth to purchase a ride back to his homeland to visit his parents, and Zatani simply wanted to get out of her tribe and have some fun.

Within the dungeon, things took a turn for the worse. The party was set upon by monsters almost immediately, but they managed fairly well, at least until they reached the end and faced off against the broodmother of the insectoid creatures they’d fought their way through. In the fight, Grant was pricked by one of the broodmother’s fangs, debilitating him. 

Thankfully, the party was successful, and as the loot and Grant were dragged back to the entrance of the cave, Ginny worried immensely for her wounded husband.

Her heart, heavy with worry, tended to her beloved husband's wounds with the skill and care of a master healer, staunching the flow of blood and whispering soothing words of love and comfort as she worked. She stabilized him, bandaged him, watched as Grimm and Jin helped put him inside of the couple’s tent, and prayed more miracle healing over his unconscious body while the rest of the party tended to a fire and prepared dinner.

“You two are an adventurous couple. How long have you been with him?” Grimm asked, having entered the couple’s tent to check up on Ginny and give her some bread and meat to eat.

Ginny didn’t look away from her husband, “Years. We met in Hartfort, by the sea… It was very romantic, I-I don’t think I’ve ever loved a man quite like I love Grant.”

Grimm nodded at the words, then sat beside Ginny, sitting over the resting Grant, “That’s a long time to be with just one man, especially for a woman as beautiful as you.”

The human looked to the Orc, an expression of surprise on her face, aghast at his implication. She was indeed beautiful, however, with auburn hair and green eyes, freckled cheeks, and a body that sucked in the attention of every man or woman that had any desire for carnal pleasure. Grimm kept her eyes on those heavy, sweaty tits of Ginny.

Then he asked, quietly whispering, “Your husband is not going to know… You could come to my tent with Jin, spend the night there… catch up on what you’ve been missing while you rotted away in matrimony…”

Ginny swallowed—hard.

As the night deepened and the camp fell silent, save for the distant howls of the dungeon's remaining denizens, Grant stirred from his fitful slumber. His body ached, and his breath came in shallow and painful gasps as he struggled to sit upright, his bandaged torso protesting the sudden movement. He looked round the empty tent, the candle long dead, and croaked out, “Ginny...? Ginny, hello...?”

Disoriented and groggy, he stumbled from the confines of the tent, his bare feet sinking into the cool grass, dew-kissed blades sliding harmlessly on his soles. The fire was still going, though weakly, and the night air was thick with the scent of pine and the aroma of the campfire's dying embers. Fireflies danced around the forest edges, birds chirped timidly as they caught their prey, and there was no one else to be found in the party.

Grant's ears perked at the sound of a woman's lustful moan, the stifled cry piercing the stillness of the night. He limped towards the source of the lewd sound, his heart pounding in his chest as he drew closer to the tent opposite his and Ginny’s. He knew who that was. He’d known her voice for years.

As he approached, the moans grew louder, more insistent, interspersed with the grunts and groans of a man's labored breathing. Grant's eyes widened as he listened in, his heart clenching in his chest as he realized it was his beloved wife who was being so shamelessly pleasured.

"Oh, Grimm... Jin... yes!" Ginny cried out, her voice dripping with desire and need. 

"Don't stop... Gods, please don't stop...," she continued, the soft clapping sounds muffled by the tent’s walls. 

Grant's breath caught in his throat as he heard the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the obscene rhythm of his wife's session with the Orc and the elf. He could picture them in his mind, Grimm's massive and muscular frame looming over Ginny's full and beautiful body, Jin'zaphor's slender hands roaming over her curves, their manhoods plunging into her most intimate depths with ruthless and relentless abandon.

He heard Grimm, groaning at first, and then speaking, “Gods, you’re so tight, woman! Fuck, yes! Agh, yes!”

Grant's body reacted instinctively to the sounds of the Orc fucking his spouse, his manhood swelling and straining against the confines of his pants. He knew he should feel anger, betrayal, but all he could feel was a perverse and twisted arousal at the thought of his wife being so thoroughly debased, so completely claimed by the lustful desires of their companions.

He stood there, getting closer to the tent, hidden in the shadows, his heart pounding and his breath coming in ragged gasps as he listened to the symphony of his wife's depravity. The sounds of her pleasure filled his ears. She must’ve been soaking wet, the obscene squelches and slurps of her dripping sex being plundered by the Orc and the elf, the grunts and groans of their own lustful exertions, the creaking of the tent as their bodies slammed together with savage and animalistic need.

It was Jin next, muttering out, “Take it! Take it, bitch!”

"More... Please...! I need more," Ginny begged, her voice a desperate, almost sobbing, wail of ecstasy, "Fill this cunt with your seed! Please! I need this; I need it!”

Grant's hand drifted down to his straining pants, his fingers curling around the rigid length of his manhood through the fabric. He knew he should stop this, put an end to his wife's fun, but he found himself unable to move, unable to tear himself away from the scene unfolding before him.

Instead, he stood there, hidden and alone, his heart racing and his breath coming in shallow and ragged gasps as he listened to his wife being so thoroughly defiled. His mind raced with the perverse images of Grimm and Jin'zaphor fucking Ginny's dripping holes, their manhoods glistening with her juices as they took their pleasure from his beloved wife's body.

He had to see.

Grant stood transfixed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he peered through the flap of the tent. The sight that greeted him was one of such depravity and lust that he could scarcely believe his eyes; he could scarcely believe that the woman within was his wife.

There, illuminated by the flickering light of a single candle, was his beloved Ginny, naked and astride the massive and muscular frame of Grimm Stonefist. Her tits undulated sensually over the Orc's face as she bounced atop his colossal manhood, her dripping pussy stretched around his throbbing shaft.

Jin'zaphor squatted behind Ginny's upturned rear, violating what made Grant's heart tighten with ache. With each powerful thrust of Grimm's hips, Jin plunged his own slender, but no less impressive, manhood deep into the tight, clutching entrance of Ginny's ass. His slender fingers tangled in her auburn hair, gripping them tightly as he forced her head to the side, claiming her mouth in a dominating kiss.

Ginny was a vision of beauty, bent like a whore for her lovers, the Orc’s mouth suckling her teats as they swayed over his face. The woman’s eyes glazed over and rolled back in bliss as she surrendered herself completely to the dual assault on her most intimate places. Her moans and cries of rapture filled the tent, intermingling with the grunts and groans of her lovers as they used her so shamelessly, with no regard for her injured husband. They didn’t give a shit about him.

"Oh… Oh, Gods, yes!" Ginny wailed, her voice dripping with lust and need. 

"F-Fuck me harder, you bastards! Ruin me! Destroy me with your massive cocks!"

Grant swallowed at the sound of her begging. He felt his cock twitching for attention. He wanted to stroke himself to the sight, but… 

Grimm, his chest heaving with exertion, panted out a question between clenched teeth, "Has your husband ever fucked you like this, little human slut? Has he ever stretched this greedy cunt so wide and filled it so deep?"

Ginny could only moan in response, her body shuddering and quaking with each powerful thrust of Grimm's hips, with every time that Jin stuffed his cock into her ass, "No... Ho, he can't. He can't fuck like you can... Your cock is... Oh, Gods... It's massive..."

Grant's eyes widened as he beheld the sheer size of Grimm's manhood, stretching Ginny's tunnel to its limits and beyond. It was a sight of such primal and animalistic rutting that it set his own loins aflame with a perverse and twisted arousal. That Orc cock was as big as his forearm, ruining his wife, making her think of nothing else than fucking outside of her marriage.

Just then, Jin'zaphor let out a guttural groan, his slender hips jerking and spasming as he buried himself to the hilt in Ginny's rear. Grant watched in awe as the elf's slender shaft pulsed and throbbed, emptying its hot, white, thick seed deep into his wife's most intimate depths. Jin withdrew with a shudder, his manhood glistening with the elf's own release as he stroked himself to completion, painting Ginny's fat, bubbly ass with the last of his essence.

Ginny's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she felt the heat of Jin'zaphor's seed seeping into her bowels. She cried out in another orgasm, spasming thighs twitching as her feet gripped and tensed. Her scream came out, “OH, FUCK! YES!”

Grimm, his face a mask of concentration and lust, clamped a massive hand over Ginny's mouth, silencing her cries of rapture, "Shh, quiet, you whore." 

Grimm growled, his hips never ceasing their relentless, pounding rhythm, "Wouldn't want your dear husband to hear you being such a slut, now would we?"

Ginny could only whimper and moan into Grimm's palm, her body writhing as she bounced atop his massive shaft. Her eyes met Grimm's, and Grant could see the pure, unadulterated lust and desire that shone within them. In that moment, he knew that his wife was utterly lost, completely consumed by the depraved pleasures being inflicted upon her.

Grimm's body tensed, his muscles bulging and flexing as he neared his own peak. With a roar of primal animalistic ecstasy, he buried himself to the hilt in Ginny's dripping, gaping pussy, his massive cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied his hot Orcish virile seed deep into her aching, vice-like depths. He held her down, pinning her body against his as he ground his hips into hers, ensuring that every last drop of his essence was planted deep within her fertile womb.

As Grimm's climax subsided, Jin'zaphor settled himself onto the ground beside them, his slender frame glistening with a sheen of sweat. Ginny, her body still impaled on Grimm's softening shaft, collapsed atop the Orc's broad chest, her own heaving with each breath.

Grant watched, his heart pounding and his own manhood throbbing in his grasp, as Grimm and Ginny shared a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined, and their hands roamed each other's bodies with a tender, almost loving caress. Jin'zaphor leaned in, joining the embrace, and Grant found himself staring at the debauched and utterly satiated threesome, his mind reeling with the perverse thoughts that raced through his head.

Grant stumbled back to his tent, his mind reeling and his body trembling with a maelstrom of emotions. Shock, betrayal, and a guilty arousal warred within him as he tried to process the scene he had just witnessed. He collapsed onto his bedroll, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he stared up at the ceiling of the tent, the sounds of his wife's moans and the grunts of his companions still ringing in his ears. He was stone hard still.

Suddenly, the flap of the tent parted, and a small green figure ducked inside. Grant's eyes widened as he beheld Zatani Thistlewood, the goblin mage, her eyes glinting with a wicked and knowing light. A cruel smirk played across her lips as she took in Grant's haggard appearance.

"Well, well, well... It looks like someone's been on a little adventure of their own," Zatani purred, her voice dripping with mocking amusement, "I saw you peeking in on that little party… You must have enjoyed the show, watching your precious wife being split open on that Ork and silly Elf’s cocks, huh?”

Grant's face flushed with anger and humiliation, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, growling out with a low and dangerous tone, "Shut up, Zatani… Just go away and leave me be.”

But Zatani only laughed, a harsh, grating sound that set Grant's teeth on edge. "Oh, I don't think so, handsome.”

Her eyes roamed over Grant's trembling form with a greedy light, "I can see how much you enjoyed watching your wife being used like a piece of meat. I bet that cock of yours is just aching for some attention, isn't it?"

With that, Zatani began to remove her robes, the shimmering fabric slipping off her emerald shoulders to pool at her feet. Grant's eyes widened as he beheld the goblin's naked buxom body, his mouth going dry at the sight of her beautiful, heavy breasts and the tight pussy at the juncture of her thighs. Her breath was smoky white as it left her mouth, cooling away in the night, ready for him.

Zatani smirked as she saw the effect her nakedness had on Grant, her green skin bright against the embers behind her outside. The goblin purred, stepping closer to the bedroll where Grant lay and asking, "Like what you see?

Grant, frozen in shock, only nodded once. Her words then came, “I’ve been fantasizing about you since the tavern, human… Let me help you forget all about what you just saw.”