Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-44019825-20191011181648/@comment-36359477-20191013003311

The Airship that I had hastily disembarked belonged to a group of bandits whom seemed to taken a fancy of calling themselves “Sky Pirates.” They were using the Airship to launch raids on nearby Towns and Villages to which I had been contracted to stop.

I had managed to sneak aboard disguised as one there own during one of their raids, using some Illusion magic to mimic the features of one the bandits I had stealthily defeated. Before long I had learned the location of their hideout, placing a Mana Marker for either myself or other Bounty Hunters to follow once I had taken care of the airship.

While enroute to their next raid I had place some explosives onboard before making my escape as it flew at low altitude through the Volcanic region, using a feather fall spell to soften my landing while the Illusion spell wore off.

“Well, That’s the last time I fly that airline...” I say sarcastically as I watch the airship veer off into the distance, I pull out a magic mirror and set it to record, I’ll need that recording as proof for the bounty. “3...2...1...” I count down before an explosion rips the airship to splinters, any surviving bandits landing an island of black rock suspended in the lake of lava.

With the proof of my completed objective secured and with information about their hideout to pass on to my contract holders I start to make my way to the village at the base of the mountain when I heard a voice  shout out “C’mon, I think he landed over here!”

“You’re crazy, I mean, Really. Do you seriously believe a husband could just...fall out of the sky? Get real.” Another voice scoffs.

When I look to see who the voices belong too could feel my blood run cold when saw not one, not two but four Hellhounds come round a large rocky outcrop.

“Well what do ya know, you were right after all!” one of them says at the sight of me as they begin to bound towards me with lascivious grins on there faces.

Already feeling fatigued from the amount of spells I’ve cast, especially after maintaining the illusion spell and knowing I won’t be able to outrun them I draw my sword in the hope I might able to either incapacitate them or fend them off.

One of the Hellhounds lunges at to which I quickly vault over her while using an Frost spell to incase her in ice, cracks in the ice already began appearing as she uses her intense strength and body heat to break herself out.

As I make the landing one of the other Hellhounds tackles me to the ground while knocking my sword out of my hand.

After stripping me of my armour they then proceed to take turns having their way with me,  charming and claiming me as a husband while punishing me for casting an Ice spell on one of them. This goes on for hours until I finally pass out from exhaustion.

Sometime later I awoke to find myself on a large bed of fur in a cave, one of the Hellhounds has me resting one her with her chest acting as a pillow, two cling to me either side of me with their arms draped over my chest and lastly the fourth Hellhound lies on top of my legs with her face nuzzling my crotch, she wakes before looking up at me “Oh, Our new male is awake at last, I hope your ready for round two.” She coos as she looks back down at my manhood while the other three begin to stir.

“Actually, I need to write a letter to the Guild master in Ashwell concerning a recent bounty I was going to collect, If you don’t mind letting out of here for a few minutes.” I say getting a pout from her before relenting, she and other Hellhound reluctantly letting me out of their furry embrace.

One of them leads me to were they put my things, my sword, my pack and my now wrecked armour. I take a pen and paper out of my pack before quickly writing up a letter, the Hellhound impatiently watching over my shoulder as I write. I give the details on the location of the bandit’s hideout, that their airship is now permanently out of commission and that Its likely I won’t be able to carry out anymore contracts now that I’m married to four Hellhounds whom most likely won’t allow to leave their lair.

After wrapping the letter and the magic mirror in a crude parcel the Hellhound gently takes it out of my hands “I’ll get a Harpy to deliver that to Ashwell tomorrow, As well bring back your payment.” she say placing the package on a boulder near the cave entrance.

With that she picks me up before carrying me bridal style back to bed and the three waiting Hellhounds.