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Heat pooled in Fours groin, accompanied by an all too familiar wetness in his briefs. He was soaked, whatever wet dream he had so intense that it had roused him from his sleep into tense arousal.
Four had been having an awful lot of those lately. If Four was given the freedom of choice, he'd rather forget all that transpired the past few months he'd been on this journey, but as it stood he had no control over his own mind.
Visions of monsters pinning his lithe form haunted him as they made claim on his body, like he was nothing more than a piece of meat for them to use for their own whims, and the thought alone caused an involuntary stirring in his loins.
Damn it. He hadn't meant to fall asleep in the first place, but there was no way he was gonna be able to rest like this. No other choice but to rid of the problem, then.
Luckily for him, he was on his own for once, the portal having dropped him on his lonesome in the middle of nowhere. He worried for the others of course, though he hadn't encountered any threats himself yet and even fell victim to his own exhaustion under the guise of peace.
Peace that was disrupted by his own disturbed mind, but peace nonetheless. So they were probably fine without him. They were never dropped too far apart in place and time. Besides, it had been a long while since he had privacy like this and was allowed to take care of his own arousal.
So Four scoots himself a bit deeper into the cave he had found, taking a quick glance here and there to check the perimeter, as he shuffles down his leg wear and undergarments. The cool air hits his skin, causing a slight shiver, though the burning in his lower region quickly distracts him from the cold.
His fingers dance along his inner thigh as a sigh leaves him and he begins relieving himself the way he always had, pressing and circling against his clit. The pressure alleviates his discomfort a slight, though weirdly enough, it doesn't feel as good as it usually does. It wasn't intense enough.
That's strange, he nervously thinks.
Four bites his lower lip, sliding his back further down the wall so he lay more appropriately, squirming his legs farther apart. His unused hand comes to the entrance of his folds, and without much hesitation he dips two fingers into his heat. Moving the fingers in and out while playing with his clit should've done the trick, at least that he would've liked to believe, yet it still wasn't enough. He adds a third, the stretch not burning as much as he remembered it to.
The extra fill felt good, but he didn't feel full enough- and the pleasure wasn't relieving at all. He starts to feel a tinge frustrated at the lack of friction, grinding his hips with his hands, trying to reach as deeply as he could only to come up with nothing at all. It was upsetting.
It was upsetting and he was so, so horny that it hurt- his own slick ran down his thighs and pooled onto the cave floor and he just wanted to come already, but he wasn't even close. What once would've caused him a small shuddering orgasm didn't even begin to ease his nerves now.
Distantly he wished for more. For a weight to pin him down, to fill him up to the point he felt like his body was splitting apart, clawing at his nerves until they were searing with fire. All while he cries and begs for mercy as he's used like a doll, but his hips roll back into that burning pressure anyway, pain-pleasure causing him to moan like a cheap prostitute until his voice grows sore, his legs rendered useless for the next morning.
Four chokes on a sob.
The monsters have ruined sex for him. Four's lips wobble as tears prick the corners of his eyes. He couldn't even masturbate anymore. It was so, so unfair! He hadn't asked for those encounters, but they happened anyway, and now he couldn't even alleviate himself without craving for the same intensity. Intensity he never even asked to experience, mind you, but now it awakened something within him and he could never go back, asking for the sensations he felt while he was violated.
Although he wasn't sure whether it was sadness or anger he felt in the moment, what he was sure of is that the problem wouldn't go away so easily. One option was to wait it out, but his desire was practically painful, and he'd rather rid of it as quickly as he could. He briefly considered wandering the woods to spread his legs to a moblin or so, but realized how suicidal that was as the creature would probably bash his skull in instead. Besides, the idea he'd willingly whore himself out to beasts now made his skin crawl with a deep shame and he shook his head. His dignity was in shambles.
Something different then, something that could fill him and stretch him good. The inside of the cave had nothing but dirty rock, and he wasn't keen on getting an infection. Besides that he didn't really carry around any objects meant for sexual gratification, and his regular dungeon items would be too dangerous to use for anything.
Then his eyes landed on the Four Sword that sat beside him in its sheath. His beloved sword, his own work of craftsmanship he adored, one he knew he cleaned and disinfected regularly. He glanced up and down at it, and viewed the rounded hilt. It was a perfect size. A decent fit that wouldn't cause him any damage.
No, he shouldn't. He really shouldn't. The Four Sword wasn't meant for shameful purposes. Its a sword. A weapon.
His clit throbs despite his protests. He grabs his sword.
Unfortunately he didn't have any lube, but with how wet and pent up he was, he didn't really think he'd need it anyway. He angles the rounded head correctly and pushes in and- Oh, it feels so, so good.
The cold metal head of the hilt causes a slight burn with the intrusion and it was exactly what he needed. With a sudden determination, he continues to push until the entire hilt sat nestled deep inside, and a small whine left him. Sweet relief. Yes, this was what he needed.
Four shifts, grinding down on the inserted object, causing it to move alongside the inside of his sensitive walls. The big part of the round head pushes against all the right spots in his flesh and he gasps at the unfamiliar feeling. He feels a little full. Small noises of ah, ah, ah- drift pass his lips as he begins to gradually chase his orgasm with each shift of his hips.
It's dirty, downright shameful and filthy to use a legendary sword for such a degenerate purpose, especially as the hero- though the thought only makes his arousal swell more and he grinds down even harder until it hurts against the hard object and the hurt feels so good that he clenches hard as he finally reaches his orgasm with a tiny, broken wail.
His chest heaves as he lets the sword slip out of him with a lewd slick sound, and it clatters against the now wet floor.
His shame would catch up with him later, causing him to apologize to his dear sword as he cleaned it of his filth, but for right now, Four only considered how utterly damaged his libido was.
He'd never be able to fuck normally again.