In a quiet town during the mid-afternoon, onlookers were bewildered to see an adult tree grow near instantaneously from a patch of grass beside the town square. They were even more shocked to see a magical hole tear open in the trunk before four humanoids step through. First Reiner, a large heavily armoured paladin bearing the crest of the rumoured dragon knights, his armour styled to look draconic matching his dragonborn type. Then Bonlen, a female human wizard also wearing plate armour, though leaving her head exposed and keeping her brown hair tied in a bun. Third Ariza, the group's tiefling cleric with enchanted plate to match her companions. Then finally Bill, the tall half-orc fighter with a rather unique set of equipment.

During their adventures across the land this party had come across many interesting magical items. Bill in particular wore a battle-scarred set of Doom Slayer armour, intimidating and alien to the majority of people who saw him. On his back was slung a Flametongue greatsword and a bag of holding to contain all the little items the man could not be bothered with. He had also gained along the way, some mystical power to defy gravity. As the group stepped out and the tree's portal closed itself, Bill began to float up into the air to get a scope of the town they had just arrived in. The town itself was quite small, the definition of a town between towns. Its small square had a few market stalls and from what Bill could see, boasted a single tavern.

The group had just finished a journey and were on the verge of beginning another, thus needed some supplies for their trip into the desert northwards. Bonlen gave a sigh and called out to her companions, “Alright, get some rations, do whatever shopping you need then we'll settle down in the tavern for the night." She got a thumbs up from both the dragonborn and the tiefling, but Bill simply grunted affirmation towards her. Bill had always despised magic, preferring to trust in weapons and equipment. The combination of Bonlen being a wizard and pissing him off earlier had earned Bill's ire, and he floated away to the tavern. The other three party members joined the market while many of the commoners gasped and pointed towards the strange flying man as he entered the tavern building.

Bill entered and found a nice corner to brood in and wait for his friends to eventually come in and began to purchase alcohol supplies from the barkeep to add to their 'expedition rations'. In a corner of the tavern was a crowd of particularly stinky and raucous commoners gathered around a single large table. Bill decided to use his powers of flight to lift above the crowd and hover above them towards the table, which drew the attention of some but most continued to watch the main event. Sitting at the centre of the table was a massive cup, quite full of some unknown liquid that bubbled like hot tar which people seemed to be actively adding to. As the last person poured their flask of mystery liquid into the mug, a man climbed up onto the table and announced: “Alrighty! The King Cup is ready! Who is willing to drink it?"

Some of the rabble attempt to push their friends forward but nobody seems willing. The man continues, “You know the rules; if you can drink all of it in one go, 50 gold pieces!" Bonlen considered stepping forward for a moment but remembered the harsh reality that she had reincarnated from a dwarf to a human, thus losing and racial advantage to alcohol and poisons. As the crowd's cheering died down the man called out, “Who will step up!?" which caused almost every individual surrounding the table to avert their gaze, lest they be called out to drink certain doom.

The bucket-sized 'King Cup' stood defiantly on the table; the moments passed by with nobody volunteering. Bill doubted anyone in this tavern, nay anyone in this town, had bigger balls than he and so he muttered to himself, “Fuck it, one drink. One really big drink". The half-orc floated down to the table upon which the man produced a piece of paper from his coat; a contract bearing terms and conditions in accepting the King Cup challenge. Bill briefly skimmed through, seeing words like 'hold no liability' and 'accepts full responsibility for the consequences' before signing the paper. The man took his contact back and says with a smug smile “50 gold to you once you drink it all in one go" then stepped off the table to leave Bill to examine his new drink.

                As soon as the crowd witnessed him sign, they erupted into loud cheering before beginning to chant “Chug, chug, chug, chug…" Bill picked up the cup with both gauntleted hands, peering into its myriad of colours and tar-like texture. With bated breath almost everyone in the tavern watched as the half-orc brought the cup up and began to drink deeply. As soon as the liquid touched his lips it began to burn like an acidic ochre jelly; not enough to harm but enough to cause some amount of worry in Bill's mind. His focus narrowed and his hearing became dull as whatever poisons or potions in the cup began to affect him.

                It tasted gods damn awful, easily the worst thing the half-orc had ever consumed in his lifetime of eating anything he could get his hands on. This was no longer a problem as he quickly lost his sense of taste, his mouth growing numb though it did not stop him. Bill struggled to breathe as he drank whatever rank contents were contained within this cup; he was only halfway through! He could feel his body heat up and begin to sweat as his vision blurred; no doubt there were some strange magic potions mixed in with copious amounts of alcohol. Determination was his saviour as he was Bill the Doom Slayer, and he would not lose to some random tavern's drinking game. After a full minute Bill finally polished off the cup and tossed it aside, nailing some poor commoner in the head. The crowd went wild, cheering and applauding for the brute foolish enough to drink the equivalent of deadly poison.

                Bill swayed and stumbled as the announcer thrust a pouch of gold into his hands, which he automatically shoved into the bag of holding on his shoulder. Commoners slapped him on the back and congratulated Bill, but none of it made it into his focus. The only thing that Bill could think of at this moment was how horny he was. The half-orc looked furious, and a line of drool began to form at the corner of his mouth. The people around him realised the danger they were in and quickly parted, not wanting to get in the way of whatever the King's Cup champion wanted. Ariza and Reiner sat at the bar and gave little attention to Bill, while Bonlen simply assumed he was drunk and disoriented. The woman approached her friend and asked, “Are you alright Bill?"

                The insides of Bill's head were a mess. People kept making noises around him, Ariza just turned into Reiner's blue dragonborn girlfriend somehow, Bonlen asked him something, but what? No, he couldn't think anymore, Bill needed some cheeks to clap. He began pointing between Ariza and Bonlen in his stupor and thinking eenie meenie… Meanwhile, Bonlen watched her intimidating ally waggle a finger in front of her and said, “I don't think you are alright, let's get you some water". Her words seemed to have no effect, so the human waved a hand in front of him. “Hello Bill? Maybe you should sit down, com-“

                -Meenie minie moe. Bill's finger had landed on Bonlen right in front of him, who was saying something, but it mattered not with the revenge fucking she was about to receive. With incredible lust-fuelled strength he picked Bonlen up mid-sentence and hefted the surprised woman onto his shoulder pauldron. His victim said something, but his mind was elsewhere and the only response he could muster was “BONLEN, SMASH". He stomped up the stairs of the tavern where his subconscious mind assumed some beds could be found. Bonlen quickly stopped struggling in his vice-like arms and out of the corner of his eye Bill could see his other two companions giving them a cheerful wave goodbye. The Doom Slayer approached the first door to enter his vision and lifted one armoured boot. With a crash the door flew off its hinges and bounced off the room's single bed before coming to rest on the floor. Bill then tossed his woman onto the bed and began removing the plate armour that hid her body.

                Bonlen was both terrified and aroused. She had never seen Bill act like this, and she thought he despised her. To be suddenly picked up and demanded for sex she assumed was unprecedented, even now as he literally ripped and tore through her armour. The magical enchantment ultimately kept her armour undamaged, though the straps and clasps would need some mending from Ariza in the morning. When Bill quickly reached her underclothing, he was able to pull her pants and panties off without damaging them, but her upper clothes were left in tatters, leaving Bonlen's boisterous breasts to jiggle about while he manhandled her.

                So many damn clothes in the way, Bill thought to himself after he had finished with Bonlen and now had to take off his own armour. The Doom Slayer armour was cleverly constructed to have its pieces easily removed so that underlying wounds could be tended to, but what this meant for Bill was that he could grab sections of armour and simply pull until it came off. The half-orc frantically tore off his armour, causing a flurry of different pieces to scatter throughout the room. When he finally removed the codpiece, his throbbing erection could finally break free, instantly tearing through what underwear Bill was wearing. Having decided that was enough, he quickly began to mount the slightly nervous woman. She chuckled mostly to herself, “Wow straight to it, no forepl-OH" Without word or hesitation he impaled her unprepared pussy on his half-orc meat. Bill found little relief having a tight pussy around his cock and began clapping her soft cheeks with ravenous hunger.

                The sheer amount of dick she felt in her passage was shocking. Bonlen had gotten sneak peaks of her companions when they were changing and usually got a slap on the back of the head for it, though this was not what she was expecting. Bill had always been above average she thought, even for a half-orc; but what the human could feel splitting her open amounted to more than a foot's length of throbbing green dick. Both of her breasts were grabbed by the handful and the pounding on her loosened hole was relentless; Bonlen had neither the opportunity nor the will to resist the violent fucking she was receiving.

                It did not take long at all for the simple bed to make its final creak as a particularly strong thrust from the half-orc fucked Bonlen literally into the bed, causing the wooden frame to snap. The two landed in a pile on top of the bed's remains, causing some of the broken angles to dig into their sweating flesh. I don't need this fucking bed he thought to himself and grabbed Bonlen underneath her arms, his heavy cock still balls-deep in pussy. Bill then used his gravity-defying powers to float both of them above the shattered bed eliciting a shout of surprise from his quarry. The few seconds spent floating and not rubbing his cock along Bonlen's passage created a horny rage within him. The half-orc used that renewed vigour to flip their position and fly the both of them up into the wooden ceiling of the tavern.

                Bonlen felt sudden disorientation as she was slammed into the roof and pinned above Bill who immediately resumed ploughing her hole. At this point the combination of wood being broken, Bonlen crying out in pain and immense pleasure, as well as the constant slamming of Bill's cock into the human causing her to loudly slam into the ceiling made sure that not only the tavern's patrons, but the general area was well aware of Bonlen's breeding. The last thing she saw before her eyes rolled up into her head was Bill's furious lust-driven expression, and the last thing Bonlen could hear before her mind disconnected from her body was the faint sounds of Rip and Tear.

                Bill had pounded her pussy lips red by this stage and had, if anything, gained more stamina during their rough mating. Some part of him noticed that his victim was limp in his grasp, but it mattered not. The only thing on his brain was maddening lust, and it forced him to drive every inch of half-orc cock as deep as possible into that wet pussy. A stream of bodily fluids constantly dripped from their joined crotches and onto the bed that grew even more ruined. With far more aggression than necessary Bill cried out in horny rage, then embedded his magic and drug fuelled cock deep into Bonlen's twitching vagina, piercing even her womb.

                Now that the savage pounding had stopped the conscious part of Bonlen's mind began to return, just in time to feel buckets of half-orc cum fill her insides. She moaned in deep pleasure at the feeling of being so full, her nerves firing constant pleasure into the primal part of the human's brain. Unknown to both of them, the cocktail Bill had drunk only minutes ago caused both an enlarged cock and balls. Bonlen felt slight worry when the man dominating her did not stop shooting loads of cum into her, even when rivers of it began running out of her sore pussy and onto the floor below. Slowly the two of them began to float down onto the destroyed bed as Bonlen's belly filled with so much spunk that she looked pregnant.

                Both companions were sweaty and panting, the afterglow of intense orgasm forcing them to rest for a moment. Bonlen felt light-headed and stared up at the ceiling, still trying to comprehend the situation. She felt Bill slide his thick mast out of her, sending another wave of pleasure up her abused body. The woman sat upright with no small amount of effort and said, “Do you, feel better yet Bill? Oh~" she noticed that while Bill had just filled her utterly and completely, his half-orc cock was still at full attention. Emptying his balls had only sated his lust for mere moments, and now Bill was rock hard once again and ready to go. A bright red lens-flare sparked in his eyes as he grabbed Bonlen and thrust into her once again.