A heated battle

Vance stared for a second longer than necessary before clearing his throat, hastily snapping out three cards to each player with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The hand played out in tense, breathless quiet. Uthul played aggressively, pushing her luck...

...and she won!

“HA! Take that, you arrogant little dwarf!”, she roared as she slapped her cards on the table and jumped up victoriously.

The crowd roared, too, but the noise quickly died down as everyone simply stared at her big cock flopping up and down from her jumps. Uthul didn’t miss the way Vance’s eyes remained glued to her swinging length. With a wide, predator’s grin, she settled back onto her crate, unbothered by her bare waist, and rested her heavy length right back on the wood with a dull thud, pointing it straight at the boatswain.

“Enjoying the view, Vance?” Uthul purred, her golden eyes flashing with wicked amusement as she raked in her new mountain of coins. “You’ve been staring so hard I’m surprised your eyes haven’t popped out of your skull.”

Baelog let out a deafening roar of laughter, slapping his thigh as the surrounding sailors burst into rowdy catcalls as if they had not just done that themselves!

“HAH! Look at him! The brave boatswain’s turning as red as a fresh beet!”

Vance’s neck flushed hot, but he forced a sharp, defensive smirk, leaning his bare chest over the table.

“I was just sizing up the competition, Orc. Don’t go getting ahead of yourself.”
“Is that so?” Uthul leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands so her broad shoulders flexed under the lantern light. “Then put your money where your eyes are. One on one, Vance. Just you and me. Your trousers against the whole pile on the table. Unless you’re too terrified of losing to a green skin with a bigger piece than yours?”

The hold exploded into stomping boots and drunken cheers, every sailor egging Vance on. The boatswain gritted his teeth, his gray eyes darting from the glittering pot to the thick, exposed length sitting right on the crate before him. Driven by his bruised pride, Vance gripped the deck of cards tighter.

“Deal the bloody cards,” Vance growled, a dark grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see if you can back up that massive mouth.”

From my dark corner, the heat in the room spiked to a fever pitch. Watching Vance walk wide-eyed into the orc’s trap made my throat go completely dry, my grip on the wine jug tightening as my pulse hammered against my trousers.{if game:fucked_by_Uthul = true}.. I knew exactly what the end of that road entailed and I hoped dearly that Vance had some idea of what he was doing!{endif}