Patron Reward: Adventurers Argument

 One more reward story of the month. A cocky set of adventurers go out to do an easy quest but turn on each other at the first real opportunity.

The party was making good progress going through the dungeon. They were low on supplies but there looked to be one last room before they had it all cleared out. There was a small group of orc bandits that had been robbing everyone in the area, and they were ready to collect the fat bounty put on their heads.

As was the norm, their party was a diverse little bunch in terms of classes and races. Unlike the norm, they were all women. Anne the human fighter was tall and tan, a light set of abs lining her narrow waist. She had a warhammer slung over one shoulder, but the rest of her had the usual tropes of fantasy armor. The small collection of metal plates on her shoulders, groin and chest looked like they were as much for showing off her figure as it was protecting her vitals.

Valeir was an elven wizard, wearing a loose-fitting robe with an open chest. She lacked the usual staff and hat people expected with the stereotype, but wielded magic just as well with her short and heavy wooden wand. Her long and straight blonde hair had minor knots and braids in it to add to her elegantly stylish look.

Lana was their rogue, the small but curvy halfling wearing a snug leather outfit that boosted up the shortstack’s cleavage. Reddish brown curls topped her freckled face, kept short to let her handle the precise work of lockpicking and backstabbing.

Gera was the broadest of the girls but still rather slim and sexy for a dwarf. She was the team’s cleric, so didn’t need to pack as much muscle as your usual dwarf. Her dark brown hair hung just past her shoulders, resting on her gray robes and freckled cleavage.

“Looks like they didn’t see us coming,” Lana reported, hurrying back to the rest of the party. “I should have no trouble slipping in, cutting a few necks open... “ 

The halfling twirled her dagger showily. “Easy money. I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Wait, hold on,” Valeir cut in. “And just let you roam free ahead of us?”

“Yea. So?”

“So we’re sending the THIEF ahead and trusting you not to take the best loot,” Gera noted with an equally wary tone. 

“Oh come on. That’s crazy,” the halfling deflected. Sure she’d short-changed them a few times and pocketed some extra coins here and there…

“No need. I’ll go ahead and use my Sleeping Spell ritual,” Gera decided. “I’ll just need some space and quiet to commune long enough…”

“And do the same thing!” Anne snapped. “You can’t trust a dwarf around treasure.”

“Now that’s just racist,” Valeir scoffed. “But… seriously, maybe I should be the one to perform the spell...”

“Oh you hypocrites!” Lana snapped, finding this more important than their quest. “Fuck this. I’m just gonna go do this myself.”

“Oh you are absolutely not!” Anne grabbed the halfling by the hair, yanking her back before she could leave. 

“So you’re going to charge in and provoke them all? We can’t all take a beating like you can, fatasses!” Valeir huffed. 

“Watch your tongue, toothpick,” the dwarf snapped back, elbowing her in the lower back. Valeir yelped and stumbled into Anne, tangling them up as they went crashing to the cave floor. Lana quickly leapt at the opportunity to throw a kick into each of their ribs while they were both below her for once. 

Gera stormed into the fray, trampling on the elf and humans' arms bitterly. They let out a few shrill cries before Valeir shoved her sharply. The dwarf tumbled into the halfling as the two shorter fighters tripped over each other and crashed to the stony floor.

The elf went on to shove Anne, knocking her large but clumsy club out of her hands. They grabbed at each other’s clothes, ripping a chain off Anne’s armored bikini top while the elf’s robes were torn easily down the middle. The taller adventurers grit their teeth as they started clawing and squeezing each other’s breasts. In these close quarters, Valeir couldn’t focus long enough to use her spells nor could Anne wield her hammer even if she still had it. 

Anne planted her palm into Valeir’s chin, pushing her over backward and clambering on top of her. The heavier human fended off Valeir’s scratching and slapping as she shoved aside her loincloth.

“This’ what I think of you and your dumbass ideas,” she snapped as she sat her naked pussy over her face. The elf gave a short scream before it was muffled out by her teammate’s muff mashing into her mouth. Anne laughed at her expense before slamming a fist deep into her narrow and exposed belly.

The brunette human smirked confidently down at the pointy-haired spellcaster, but her eyes suddenly widened.

“OH FUCK! You bitch!” Anne screamed as Valeir bit into her pussy. The fighter recoiled back from the elf’s bared teeth, only for her to throw a kick into her face and knock the fighter back off her.

Lana and Gera struggled in their own tangled clash not far off. The halfling tumbled on top of the dwarf, slapping her in the tits until they popped out of her robes. The stocky, busty woman winced and grunted from the breast beating.

"You dirty little hillfolk slut," the dwarf growled as she grabbed Lana's curly hair. She shoved it firmly to one side, knocking the halfling's head against the solid stone of the wall.

"AH! You fat fuckin' gold-digger," the rogue hissed as she held her aching head.

She tried to turn back around but the heavier girl tackled into her, pinning her against the wall and flattening the halflings tits. She squeaked shrilly as her boobs were crushed enough to pop out of her tight-fitting armor. Gera's solid fist started ramming into her squabbling party member’s ribs, getting her to wince and grunt.

“I knew you were dead weight,” the healer growled. “Just a glorified trap tester.”

“You’re one to talk about weight, tubby!” Lana growled. She swung her heel up and behind her, slamming it into the half-dressed dwarf’s groin. No amount of dwarven constitution could keep Gera from howling in pain and cupping her crotch.

Gera backed off enough for Lana to draw her knife, whirling around and taking a blind slash at her. The dwarf had staggered back enough that it whizzed through the air between them, so when the halfling tried another swing with it, Gera managed to catch her by the arm. She swung her to one side, sending the blade skidding across the floor. Gera was confident after having disarmed the halfling, but Lana just reached up and raked her fingernails across her face.

The shallow scratches still stung enough for Gera to back away clutching her face. Lana snarled and pounced onto her, both of them grabbing and clawing wildly to rip off more of the other’s clothes as their plump tits ground together.

The adventuring party was left in absolute chaos. Any clothing left on them was in useless scraps, leaving them effectively naked as they bitterly fought their former allies. Valeir had her hands wrapped around Anne’s neck, strangling her while the human punched her naked breasts and belly. Lana had managed to latch her teeth onto one of Gera’s breasts, growling as she chewed one tit and slapped at the other one. The dwarf had locked into her own vicious payback, exposing and then latching onto Lana’s pussy in a crotch claw.

The ladies were too caught up in attacking and arguing with each other to pay attention to their surroundings. They didn’t realize the racket they were making, or how close they had been to the orc encampment when they had started their bickering. The brutish bandits had no problem sneaking up on them and grabbing them by their arms and hair. The adventurers took a few more flailing swings at each other as they were pulled apart, just for it to dawn on them that it wasn’t a teammate separating them.

“Well ain’t dis a treat! Didn’t even have to work to catch dese ones!” one of the burlier orcs laughed. His muscular green body shook with his laughter as he swiftly bound the captured elf’s wrists, leaving her unable to cast any especially helpful spells. The others were quickly overwhelmed and captured in a similar fashion. Without the element of surprise and their weapons and armor strewn about by their struggle, the adventurers were easy pickings for the armed outlaws. A couple of the smaller orcs (the ones that merely looked like brawny humans rather than absolutely monstrous brutes) gladly gathered up their discarded gear.

“Oh shit! Stop!” Lana yelped as the child-sized babe was picked up by her leg. “I don’t wanna get thrown into a stew!”

“Don’t be daft!” another of the cockney thugs snorted. “We ain’t gonna eat ya. Ain’t even gonna kill ya.”

“Seriously?” Anna asked, a glimmer of hope to her voice.

“Course not! Would be a waste of a good shag if’n we offed ya.”

“WHAT!?” The ladies all shouted in unison. Their respective orcs pulled them against their brawny bodies, shedding their loincloths and ramming their thick green dicks into their captives. 

One of the bandits lifted Lana with ease, stuffing his dick up the tight-fitting snatch of the squealing rogue. 

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she gasped as the orc held her around the waist and pumped her around his cock like a flailing sex toy. He groaned as her struggles just made her clench tighter and writhe around his dick.

“This is all your fault! You dumb bitches couldn’t just do the job!” Gera snapped. The curvier shortstack was tossed to her hands and knees as her orc rammed himself up her pussy from behind. It was shocking, but the dwarf had been fucked from behind enough (her temple’s rules on the matter were pretty loose) that she was equally bitter about having to look at her unreliable teammates.

“MY fault!?” Anne shouted back. She was already flinching from a thick green cock up her ass. The human had barely started to argue when another orc took it as an invitation and shoved himself down her throat. Anne gagged as her mouth was suddenly blocked up, trying to argue around it as the dense balls slapping against her chin.

While the tallest in the party, Valeir was skinny enough to be lifted off her feet by the muscular raiders. One of the burlier bandits squeezed her tits, squashing what little body fat there was on the slender beauty as a pair of handles. It held her steady as the muscular bandit rammed into her, keeping her suspended on his thick dick hard enough to leave her voice vibrating.

“Y-y-youuu cunts!” the wizard shouted over the orc’s shoulder. “You blew this! I f-fucking hate you! If we live through this, I’m going to curse every one of you!”

“They still foytin each ovva?” one of the orcs asked as he came inside Gera. The dwarf gave a miserable wail as his thick orcish load oozed out of her slit. 

“Must mean dey really like it!” another one laughed. He and his partner nutted at the same time, flooding Lana’s mouth and pussy. The overloaded halfling gurgled as the thick loads of cum drooled back out of her holes.

Anne and Valeir’s angry cries were interrupted as their captors came inside them as well, shoving them off their meaty dicks at last. The adventurers were discarded, only to be snatched up by more bandits for their sloppy seconds. The orcs happily used the ladies that had been out to kill them in the first place, and before long they were left in a heap on top of each other. All four adventurers were caked in cum, making them stick together like cheap glue.

“Looks like we been found out,” the leader finally grunted. “Let’s get da boys to gather up the supplies and head out. Dese sluts ain’t gonna follow us any time soon.”

“And don’t forget their loot! Dat’s good shit right there!”

The crew laughed as they left the broken adventurers behind, packing up their camp and leaving before they had the energy to get back up. They dragged themselves back to town, only talking long enough to agree that they’d never speak of this adventure again.