The traveling martial artist and village hero has changed their job to the Monster Master !!! (3/6)

"......"

Now that Carver had gone to the entrance of the cave to check on his friends, Amos was the only man left at the riverside.

And Amos, too, had unsettled feelings toward the monster.

He puts on his armor and looks at the top of the wagon.

He could see the clownish monster staring at Amos' body.

Amos gazes involuntarily at the mouth of the Tensk, which is spread wide to the side, and looks forward in a panic.

It was when he was staying at an inn in a certain town.

The lively chatter of his companions could be heard from the guest rooms on the upper floor.

Amos was relaxing in the inn's bathhouse after a tiring journey.

The muscles of his body, raised like rocks, relaxed in the warm water, and his thick, moss-like hair stuck to his skin.

Amos was about to cleanse himself, lathering soap in his rough palms, when he noticed a small visitor.

When he turned around, he saw a clownish monster, no taller than Amos' waist, standing there.

Its face could be described as eerie or charming.

At first, Amos was not at all alarmed.

"What, are you going to wash my back?"

Amos said with a laugh, and Tensk really picked up the soap and indicated that he would sit in the chair.

A little surprised, Amos accepted this curious offer and turned his broad back to Tensk.

'Oh, you're good at that.'

Tensk's skin was soft and elastic, as if he could suck on it.

Plump hands descended Amos' thickly trained neck and stroked the intricately raised muscles of his back.

The hand whisked down the thick, hairy breastplate through the armpit and followed the flow of body hair to trace each of the abdominal muscles.

Then, a short finger dives into the obscene pubic hair and changes its trajectory to go around.

Never touching the penis or scrotum, he washes the inside of the hard thighs and groin as if handling them.

Amos didn't mind at least having his male organ touched by the monster.

But Tensk's hand clearly avoided the stout reproductive organ dangling between Amos' legs.

Stimulation that is not given just in time sometimes stirs unexpected male instincts.

The monster's hand stroked around him, and Amos absently held the great sword in his crotch to the ceiling.

"...... Okay, that's enough, now all that's left to do is..."

He rushed to his feet at the unexpected erection and controlled Tensk.

In the cramped bathroom, Amos' wild pseudo foreskin appears before the monster's eyes as if intimidating him.

Then Tensk buried his face in the man's bush as if he were being sucked in.

"Noo!"

Amos' knees open.

He looks down between his legs at the stimulation running through him, and his eyes meet those of the monster who is sucking on his own huge meat like a side whistle.

"Hey, what the ......!"

There was room for rejection.

The difference in strength was overwhelming.

But Amos, too, was having trouble dealing with his naturally strong libido and his own manly body.

He refrained from doing so because he belonged to a group that consisted mostly of women and young boys, but if it had been a group of men his own age, he would probably be in a brothel right now, holding a woman.

Amos was caught in the momentary hesitation.

"Whoa! Ohhhh!"

Tensk shakes his head indulgently as he sucks Amos's meat stick sideways.

A human mouth can only lick around one side of the phallus, but Tensk's large mouth overcomes the extremely thick diameter and envelops the man.

The deep satisfaction of this attacked up his hairy underbelly, and Amos turned his head.

'Yah, stop it ......! Oops! Ohhhh!"

Amos' thick foreskin is rolled back by long, hard strokes, which are also impossible for a human, and the contents are licked and covered again.

Of course it feels good.

Amos, in full heat, remembers.

The bunny girl at the casino where he stopped today.

He imagines shifting the costume that bites into her voluptuous ass and twisting his cock into her wet slit.

"Oh, no! Ohhh!"

Immediately, the man climaxes.

The warrior's overload of genes rushes up from his testicles.

At that moment, Tensk sucked the spasming rod back deeply and kneaded the taut glans against the inside of his cheek.

"Ohhhh! It's coming out! Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"

The sound of mucus echoed through the air.

Amos secretly spurted his man juice into Tensk's obscene mouth in the inn's bathhouse.

Amos faints in agony, a mass of hard muscles on his thighs and shins.

Oh, no! There's no way! Oh, ohhhhh!"

Amos is treated with Tensk's oral mucous membrane on his ejaculating cock, and the open glans of his bell mouth is fondled.

He is observed by the upper eyes while he is squeezed by the clownish mouth with a smirk.

"Oh, my God, that's so much! So much! Ohhhh!

Tensk's technique was so familiar with the male body that it was hard to believe that he had ever seen such a thing.

With a male erogenous zone in the mouth of such a monster, there was no way there was any chance of a reversal.

Every time Tensk's throat wriggled, the irresistible pleasure made the warrior's muscles twist.

Amos has no choice but to let this dumb mouth eat and slurp up as much of his seed juice as he likes.

So much! If you drink that much...! Ohhh...! Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Hearing the voices of his friends on the upper floors relaxing and laughing, Amos ascended to the pleasure of having his semen drunk by a monster.

"Mmmm, u...!"

Surprisingly, Tensk swallowed a large amount of Amos's semen without spilling a drop.

The squid smell that lingered in the air was slight.

Tensk grabbed the huge testicle that had finished its job and looked at it sullenly.

Amos, already sucked out of his will to resist, was leaning against the wall of the bathroom, at the mercy of the monster.

Amos was played with his male genitals until his friends, who questioned his long bath, came to call him.

"......"

Amos sits on a rock by the river and ruminates on the memory of his humiliation.

At the edge of his vision, a small shadow moves.

Before he knows it, Tensk has dismounted from the carriage and is walking slowly toward him on short legs.

"Shit..."

Contrary to the sense of rejection, the huge body does not move.

A hot haze builds up under the front drape of Amos' armor.

I can't take my eyes off the grinning mouth of the monster as it moves closer and closer.

"Hey."

At that moment, Tensk's movement stopped.

His friends, who had returned safely, were returning to the riverside, waving at him.

Amos waves back, but can't get up right away.

......"

Among the friends rushing toward him, only Carver was aware of the subtle atmosphere.