A Night at The Wet Rose

Heiven felt exhausted. He and his adventuring party had already walked 15 miles. It was mid-afternoon, and they were still walking. The warm weather made the road dry; the wind blew up clouds of dust. Heiven and his companions trudged on, dead-set on making it to Never Winter.
By this point in the day, everyone was caked in dust and smelled musky from sweating. After adventuring for a few weeks, all everybody wanted was a bath, a meal, and a place to unwind.
Luckily, as Heiven found out from his travel companions, Never Winter had just the place for them. As the party reached Never Winter, Heiven's excitement grew and grew.

Travelling with others always proved to be a challenge for Heiven. The bard, like any 20-something human with a strong libido, had certain personal needs to cater to. Being with his party 24/7 gave him few opportunities to relieve his urges.

Heiven was on the shorter, skinnier side, with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, a short beard. He also happened to be a kinky fellow in some strange and wonderful ways.
He dreamed of squelching around in mud, ruining his clothes, then making love in the muck. He found it ravishing to start food fights at inns, then devolve them into sloppy orgies. He wanted to skip around town smashing things, stomping in mud, and sloshing paint on everything and everyone. Such massive, messy, gleeful destruction tantalized him.

Of course, he knew he couldn't just do these things in real life. He didn't want to violate unwilling people or destroy their livelihoods. He just wanted to let loose, to go completely bonkers, to see everything get trashed. Still, he longed for someone else who enjoyed being in the mud with him, for an inkeeper and patrons wanted to get sloppy, and for a whole town to indulge his destructive fantasies. More than anything else, he wanted to find a place to let go.

The party wound their way through the streets of Never Winter, finally stopping in front of a sprawling tudor-style building. A large sign outside read: The Wet Rose. A beautifully rendered image of a rose covered in dew drops accompanied the letters.

Stepping inside, they entered the clean, well-lit reception lounge. A brown-haired man greeted them.
"Hello everyone! I'm Bran. Welcome to The Wet Rose. We're Never Winter's premiere inn and bathhouse. We pride ourselves in fulfilling our patrons needs, no matter how off-beat and specific they may be."
He handed them each a small booklet and a pencil.
"Take a minute and fill out your preferences here. We have extra paper if you need it."
Heiven was happy to find "Wet and Messy", along with "Property Damage" in his booklet. He checked them off, but wrote notes just to be safe. He ended up using a few extra sheets of paper for this.
When everyone finished writing, Bran collected their packets.
He sized up the dust-caked travelers, catching a musky whiff from them, then said "Come, let's get you to the baths."

Bran led the party to their bathrooms one-by-one, until only Heiven was left.
"Oho, I haven't seen a request this strange in ages! Don't be surprised if stories of it get around town"

"It's worth it." Heiven said.
Bran opened the door, revealing an understated yet luxurious room. A basket of folded towels lay on top of a bench in the middle of the room, and a small table with a vase of flowers and an assortment of soaps stood near the wall. On the far side of the room, a few stone steps led to a raised stone bath. The bathwater had just been poured from a wooden spout in the wall, and rose petals floated on the water's surface.

"We'll send somebody by to get your clothes in a minute. Just put them in this," Bran gestured toward a basket by the door, "And we'll take care of the rest."
"Thank you."
With that, Bran made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him.

At long last, Heiven undressed. He started by pulling off his mud-caked boots, then peeled off the thigh-high stockings he loved to wear. He undid his dusty cloak, letting it fall to the ground. Next came his short shorts, followed by his shirt. Finally, he pulled off his undergarments with an audible gasp of relief. It had been weeks since he had had any proper relaxation in the nude.

He quickly gathered up all his clothes, threw them in the basket by the door, and ran to his bath. Tingles ran up his spine as he eased himself into the steaming water. He loved the pine smell of the soap bar he had chosen. His stiff muscles unwound and he sank further into the bath, leaving just his face above the water. The door made a little click, opened, and his clothes were whisked away.

As Heiven soaked in the tub, he couldn't help but wonder what the night had in store. Thoughts of paint buckets, carts of mud, and destroyed furniture danced in his head.

Knock-knock-knock
Heiven brought his head out of the water
"Yes?"
"Mr. Heiven, are you ready to start your night?" Bran asked from the other side of the door
"I'm still in the bath, but I'm ready. Yall are welcome to come in!"

The door opened slowly, revealing a wonderful sight.
Two scantily-clad men stood in the doorway, both smirking at Heiven.
The first one was a human man, around 6' tall, with short brown hair, a beard, and lots of thick body hair. The other was a dragonborn man, a little taller, with green and blue scales. Both of them had wonderful bellies, dad-bods for sure. The human man held Heiven's clothes folded in his hands.
"These gentlemen are Jann and Threnn" said Bran, waving to the human and dragonborn respectively.
"They will be your companions for tonight. I must say, it's their first time handling a request like this, and they're both rather excited." Bran approached the door. "Have fun!" he said before walking out.
The door clicked closed behind him.

"Hmmm, it's time to get out of the bath Heiven. We'll help you get dressed" Said Jann
"Oh yess, get out here you paint slut!" added Threnn, picking up a fluffy white bath towel and beckoning Heiven towards him.
Heiven rose from the tub and walked to Threnn, dripping water on the floor as he went. Threnn wrapped him in the big towel and dried his hair with a hand towel. Jann approached both of them. Before he knew what was happening, Heiven found himself sandwiched between the two, their warm bellies pressing against him.
Jann ran his hand up Heiven's neck and played with his hair, while Threnn held them in a warm embrace. Chills again crept up Heiven's spine; he felt safe and relaxed, ready to unleash his deepest desires.

Jann and Threnn held Heiven like this for a few minutes, then slowly let go, each giving him a kiss on the cheek. They finished drying him off and picked up his clothes. Jann assertively held out Heiven's underwear, gesturing for him to step into them. Heiven obliged, and Jann pulled them up his legs, stopping to tickle his penis and balls a bit before sliding the underwear into place with a flirty *snap* of the waistband.

Next came Threnn with Heiven's thigh-highs, pulling them all the way up his legs, then caressing his inner thighs.
His shirt came next, along with some wonderful nipple play.
Jann and Threnn took extra time to tease him with his shorts, first giving him a playful little wedgie, then tucking his shirt in and letting their hands wander.

Finally, they set his clean boots on the floor and beckoned for him to step in them.
Looking down, Heiven could see something different about the inside of his boots

As he eased his first foot in, he felt something seep through his socks, first saturating his toes, then his whole foot. He heard a wonderful quelch and gurgling noises as he pushed his foot all the way into the boot. At long last, thick paint oozed over the top of his boot, painting white streaks down the outside leather, and making a pool on the floor.

Delighted, Heiven shoved his other foot in his remaining boot. In his enthusiasm, he sprayed a little paint out of his boot, splattering it up his leg and soaking it into his stocking.

Threnn held a bucket of paint in one hand, dunked his other hand in it, and smeared it down Heiven's cloak. "Your cloak looks much better with some color!" He exclaimed, smearing more paint on it.

Jann picked up the vase and flowers on the small table, opened the door, and threw it down the hallway. The sound of the vase shattering echoed back from the hallway.
"That's someone else's problem now" said Jann before kissing Heiven.

After smearing half the contents of the bucket on Heiven's cloak, Threnn sloshed it on a clean wall and smeared it around. He fingerpainted a big dick on another wall, along with some hearts and cute little stick figures resembling the three of them.

His hands dripping in paint, he ran them against the wall towards the door, opened it, then set off down the hallway. He left the doorknob painted, and continued his paint trail down the hall.

A moment later, he returned with a wheelbarrow full of fine clay. Jann helped him upend it into the bathtub, which overflowed down the stairs and into the rug.
Each of them grabbed one of Heiven's arms and marched him over to the tub.
Jann gave orders: "Mix this all together Heiven. Make it creamy while we work on the room."

Heiven obliged, stepping up into the tub and working his boots into the thick clay. He stomped, mixing the water and clay together, creating a smooth, thick, opaque mud. The vigorous mixing soon coated Heiven's boots, feet, and thigh-highs halfway up his calves.

Meanwhile, Jann lifted up the side table and started pounding it against the wall. The table got more and more dents and scrapes with each hit. A small hole appeared in the wall, which grew bigger as Jann kept smashing. Finally, the table gave way, the now worn legs and braces snapping and falling to the ground.

Jann and Threnn brought another bucket of paint to Heiven, dabbed a bit on his nose, and painted cute little hearts on his cheeks. They made him hold the overflowing bucket against his tummy as he mixed. The paint dribbled over the brim, onto his clean shirt, and down into his shorts.

The two lightly-splattered courtesans picked up the bench and used it as a battering ram to expand the hole in the wall. The inn's pristine wall didn't stand a chance, it soon disappeared in a puff of plaster as Jann and Threnn smashed it.
The new hole in the wall opened up to a pristine inn room. Inside stood a wonderfully crafted bed, made with expensive sheets and blankets. Intricate tapestries hung on the white washed walls. Soft rugs lay on the wood floor.

For the moment, Jann and Threnn seemed satisfied with the new doorway they made. They returned to Heiven and stood in the tub with him. All three of them eased down into the mud, completely submerging from their chests down. Even more mud spilled out of the tub.

Under the mud, they rummaged around and teased each other. Above the smooth muck, they gave each other round after round of sloppy kisses. Soon, they were scooping mud over each others' heads, slathering each others' faces, and shampooing muck into their hair. Nobody had a clean spot left.

Heiven felt his mud-infused clothes rubbing his skin. Jann and Threnn playfully tickled and caressed him. Likewise, Heiven let his hands wander all over his companions. He couldn't leave them out of the fun!

In the heat of the moment, Threnn couldn't keep it in any longer! He trembled, then let out a ravishing moan
"Aaaah Ohhhh yeah fuck!"
He gasped and squirted his dragon cum on his bathmates and the wall.
Heiven and Jann came close to finishing, but Threnn stopped them.
"Don't forget"
Jann nodded and climbed out of the tub, leaving a mucky trail behind him.

Threnn embraced Heiven with a *splort*, making the bard into his sloppy little spoon. In a low, sultry voice, he said
"This place still looks too clean I think we need some help."

On cue, Jann muttered a spell. With a *pop*, a 5-foot diameter levitating ball of paint appeared in the middle of the room.
"Allright, everyone close their eyes!"
Jann snapped his finger, and the ball disintegrated with a *bang*.
A glorious deluge of paint swept across the already trashed room. Red, blue, green, and yellow gushed all over the ceiling, the mud-streaked walls, the ruined furniture, and the mud-sloshed floor. Nothing in the room escaped the colorful tsunami. The paint even sprayed out into the hallway, leaving a slowly expanding puddle, a splattered wall, and a few colorful patrons who were lucky enough to be walking by.

Heiven scooped the paint and mud away from his eyes. Threnn squeezed him in a hug, then played with his nipples as he took it all in.
"Allright Heiven, time for the finale!"

*schluuurrp* The two stood up in the bathtub, trying their best not to slip in the paint and mud. They climbed out of the tub, sheets of mud and paint dribbling off them.
Jann and Threnn kissed Heiven again, then marched him into the clean inn room.
"You're gonna have to work for this one Heiven! Show us what you can do!" said Jann.

Without hesitation, Heiven threw himself onto the bed and rolled around on it, caking the quilt with muck. He ran back to the mud tub for a dunk, then came back and crawled around in the sheets. Another mud dunk and he cuddled all the pillows. Holding out his gloopy shirt, he scooped shirtfuls of paint muck from the tub and dumped them on every rug in the room.

Threnn dipped his tail in different paint buckets and lovingly splattered the tapestries and walls. Finally, he gave up and dumped paint buckets on the bed. Jann wrestled Heiven onto the bed, with Threnn joining them to cuddle.

Jann muttered his spell again, and another ball of paint appeared. The trio closed their eyes as a deluge of paint ruined the room. Green, blue, red, and yellow reached every nook and cranny of the room. Ieft the tapestries dripping, not even any clean spots behind them. The white walls were completely ruined, the ceiling completely coated and dripping.

The rugs squelched in a solid inch of paint, the floorboards stained, paint soaking into every little crack. Paint even started to drip through the floorboards into the room below, onto an uptight guardswoman and her wife. Their bedroom routine had grown stale, and the surprise paint shower came as a pleasant surprise. It shook up their normal routine, helping them rekindle their passions on their anniversary getaway.

Back in the trio's room, Jann ripped Heiven's shorts and undies from the bum to the waist button. A bard who liked fucking in his clothes! A fun request indeed. Jann slathered paint on a butt plug and gently worked it up Heiven's bum. Threnn spread his legs and Heiven eased his way inside the dragonborn's butt. As the bard thrusted, Jann played with his nipples, kissed him, and flicked paint at him.

Heiven could feel the mud running down, inside and outside his clothes. His ripped shorts squished against his skin with every thrust. Threnn gasped in pleasure, enjoying every second riding his cute bard's cock. Together, Threnn and Heiven breathed harder and harder.

Finally, it was all too much! Heiven came hard in Threnn, thrusting until every last drip was gone. When he eventually pulled out, he made Threnn his little spoon, massaging his dragon cock until he came again.

After cuddling and resting, Jann finally had his way with Heiven. He slid inside the bard, the two squished and squashed until they both came.

But the night wasn't over! After a little nap, they got up and walked around The Wet Rose, tracking paint and mud, leaving handprints and streaks wherever they went. They invited other patrons to drop in and get messy with them. Much to their surprise, people wanted to give it a try!

They had a terrific orgy in the trashed rooms, ruining countless outfits and slopping soldiers, merchants, and nobles alike. The mayhem didn't end until everyone fell asleep in the mess. As the sun finally rose over Never Winter, snoring filled the trashed rooms, with the occasional squish when somebody rolled over. Heiven cuddled in between Jann and Threnn, drooling a little bit, sleeping like a log after a night of debauchery.
All was well in The Wet Rose, if not a little messy.