Azhren gestured to the women in the tent. "Clear the space," he ordered.

The men stood up as several of the women moved quickly. They lifted cups and plates from the low tables in the middle of the space and carried them to the side. The men pushed tables back until a large space opened up in the center of the tent.

A woman with brown hair brought a wicker basket from the corner of the room. She set it on the ground at the center. Another woman with dark hair walked to Isoldea. She untied the leash from the post but kept the collar on. She took Isoldea by the arm and dragged her to the center of the cleared space. Isoldea resisted for a brief second, her body stiff, but the force against her was stronger. The woman pushed down on Isoldea’s shoulder until she fell onto her hands and knees. The woman adjusted her position, pushing her elbows down so her face was close to the ground, then stepped back.

"Two coins for the hole in the ass," Azhren called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

The men responded immediately. Some laughed. Others reached for their pouches, already pulling out coins. A line began to form. It was not orderly at first, but it quickly became structured as the men arranged themselves behind one another. Each held one or two coins, some flipping them between their fingers, others gripping them tightly.

Valerius was the first on the line. He fumbled with his belt as he approached Isoldea. When he succeeded, his cock came free, already leaking precum. He gripped Isoldea’s hair, forced her mouth open, slammed in deep till she gagged and her throat bulged.

"Suck on it, whore!" Someone spat.

Azhren watched from where he sat. The two women on his lap rubbed his shoulders. He did not look at them. His eyes remained on the line of men waiting for their turn.

Some of the men on the line stripped off their pants fast, their cocks out, thick, veiny, and hard, ready to devour her like they owned her.

A short man laughed from the line, stroking his fat shaft. "My turn after you, boy! I want to nut on her face and tities."

"Three coins for that, Lannis!" Azhren said.

The short man tossed three coins into the basket. Valerius pulled out, and Lannis took his place. He moved to Isoldea’s core, his tip nudged her pussy before ramming in balls deep and stretching her wide. The slap of their skin echoes as the men on the line behind him cheered. Some had their hands jerking their cocks and waiting to wreck her one by one.

"Next!" Azhren growled when Valerius came with a loud groan.

Another cock hammered her core, his balls slapping against her clit with every brutal thrust, and her juice squirted down her thighs.

"Take it all whore Luna!" He grunted, fingers digging into her hips, yanking her back onto his shaft.

The crowd whooped. The men who were not on the line drank more ale from their cups, laughing as one young man shoved an older man aside to take his place. The older man cursed and grunted as he went to the back of the line.

The man’s cock inside Isoldea yanked out when he came with a wet pop. Her hole gaped, and clit throbbed. The fat man growled as he did his thing.

"Next!"

The next man stepped up and slapped her ass hard. He grinned wickedly as he tossed a coin into the basket. His large cock head pressed against her stretched lip. With no mercy, he speared her pussy in one shove and pulled out. He slammed in again, making her wall clench around his cock. He snarled, pounding relentlessly.

Isoldea remained in the position she had forced herself into. The fat man had just pushed her face down to the ground after he poured his cum on her chest. Her arms and legs trembled. Tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Another man, a tattooed beast, gripped his ten-inch cock, his eyes on her ass hole. He smirked as he dropped two coins into the basket.

"Go on! Wreck her ass out, Beast!" Azhren laughed.

Isoldea sobbed quietly. The ten-inch beast rammed her ass after rubbing her wetness on his cock. The stretch tore a scream from her. Her ring clenched as he buried his cock to the hilt. As he pounded, her vision blurred. She felt overstimulated. Her legs quivered as every thrust sent a jolt through her core.

A blonde-haired man knelt in front of her, grabbed her hair, and pulled her up. He shoved his cock into her mouth, skull fucking her while the beast behind still rammed into her ass. Drool poured from her mouth, her throat burned, and her body shook with raw sensation. She squirted messily, hips bucking as the beast behind flooded her ass with his cum.

Another man railed her core, his thin cock piercing her pussy. The cum from the ten-inch beast leaked out of her ass hole. Her clit burned from the constant ball slaps, nerves firing into an overload as her body shook uncontrollably.

Voices filled the tent, louder than before. Some men spoke to each other. Others made comments that blended into the noise—a few watched with keen interest.

The cock in her mouth reached climax. "Please...not anymore..." she begged. The man behind laughed as he slammed deeper. Her walls spasmed wildly around him. He exploded with a roar, his cum overflowed down her thighs. He pulled out and spanked her ass.

The next man thrust into her ass hole, his cock dragged her ring inside out with each pull back. A red-haired man shoved his fingers into her mouth and used her saliva to coat his cock. He rammed his cock into her throat, his balls smacking her jaw. She gagged as his cock battered her throat. Her ass was on fire. The brutal thrust had more tears streaming down her cheeks. She tried to suck air through the tears as she squirted again.

"Good cunt..." The man groaned as he moved away.

Another man with a curved monster replaced the man. He plunged his cock into her core. The stretched nearly ripped her apart. Her body became a quivering mess.

Azhren’s attention shifted from the scene when he caught a familiar scent. He looked at the entrance of the tent and saw the golden-haired figure. He stood with his arms at his side, his face set in a hard expression as he looked at the scene in the center of the tent.

Azhren recognized the face. Then he pushed the women off his lap. They stumbled but managed to steady themselves. They looked at him with confusion.

Draven stepped inside. He moved without sound, his presence unnoticed by the men, the women, or anyone else in the tent, except Azhren.

Azhren stood up. He called the men in the tent to attention. "Go on with the game. But no one steals my coins. I will come for it later." He said quickly, his voice sharp.

He pointed to the dark-haired woman. "After the last man, you take her, and clean her up. See to it that she rests well and keep my coins safe."

The selected woman bowed her head. "Okay, my lord."

Azhren stepped away from his seat. He moved towards the entrance and stepped out into the cold night. Draven followed him.