The Anora River flowed between them and the town, spanned by a stout bridge. As they approached it, a greasy man stepped out from behind the bush where he'd been masturbating, and barred their way. His shirt was soiled with semen and his dirty stomach spilled over a rope belt. Behind his cracked lips, his teeth looked like crumbling tombstones.
"You c'n stop right there. This's my bridge. Gotta screw t' get over."
"How long?" asked Brom in a resigned voice. He pulled out his dong and the bridgekeeper brightened.
"Five minutes," he said, pulling out his own powerful sepulchre of macho strength. "Let's do it behind that bush."
Eragon's temper flared at Brom's exorbitant adultriousness, and he started to complain sexily, but Brom silenced him with a quick look. The wise old mentor and the guard wordlessly walked out into the bushes. The man grabbed the storyteller's mighty sword and started pumping, like the professional he was.
"Oh god! Oh god!" Brom howled as the handwork reached its crescendo. "Punish me, oh punish me hard!"
As the warden turned around and Brom stepped in, he stumbled and nearly entered his sex parter too fast. He steadied himself and started to thrust with the might of a sword in a warrior's hand. He pushed hard and long, backwards and forwards, like the piston of a steam engine run havoc. Soon their cries of pleasure and pain echoed in every corner of the forest.
"Hey, how about we use whips?" panted the grimy man as Brom once again went in deep into his hindparts, searching for the eternal pleasure that only anal sex could give.
"Sorry," apologised Brom. "I don't have any whips. But I can give you this!"
He pulled out and exposed to the world his powercock, a cannon crafted by the gods, with the strength to destroy cities and overturn social order. Sweat and semen ran down his loins and formed a puddle by his feet. Eragon could but stare jealously.
"Do it! Fire that thing!" exclaimed the lusty guard. "Do it now!"
With all the power he could muster, spurred by an incantation in the ancient tongue, Brom thrusted one last time. As his stick of love parted the guard's buttocks, and forced itself in, both roared. The world seemed to tremble, and even though Eragon did not experience this Big Bang of carnal fortitude, he could feel the waves of sensuality rippling the aether and making his cock go stiff within an instance.