A quick finale

Realizing that the rest of the crew had officially run out of both coin and courage, Uthul let out a low, victorious rumble that vibrated through the deck planks.

“Well, it seems the cowards are folding, little prince,” Uthul purred, sweeping her mountain of silver into a heavy canvas sack with one broad green hand. “And since you’re the only one here who had any spine or clothes left to lose, the entertainment for tonight is officially adjourned.”

Before I could even open my mouth, a pair of thick, unyielding arms banded around my waist. With a sudden, effortless heave, she yanked me straight off my barrel and hoisted me right up. I was slung over her muscular shoulder like a sack of exceptionally heavy, bare-assed grain.

The hold erupted into a deafening wall of cheers, whistles, and stomping boots.

“Hey! Unhand me, you green brute!” I sputtered, my face instantly flushing the color of a beet as I found myself staring upside-down at Baelog’s tear-streaked, laughing face. “I demand you put me down... OOF!”

My indignant protest hitched violently into a breathless gasp as her large, calloused palm landed a sharp, resounding smack right across my bare, exposed rear. The crack echoed across the entire cabin.

“Save the speeches for my cabin, little prince,” Uthul growled against my hip, her voice full of unbothered authority as she adjusted my weight over her shoulder.

As she marched toward the narrow stairwell leading to the private quarters, the entire crew formed a raucous gauntlet to see us off. Baelog raised his tankard high in a mock royal salute, nearly spilling grog down his beard as he roared, “LONG LIVE THE PRINCE OF THE ORC’S SHOULDER!” Beside him, Vance was leaning against a timber beam, shaking his head with a helpless, breathless grin while clapping in rhythm with the stomping sailors.

Meanwhile, my rock-hard length swayed freely, pressing and brushing against Uthul’s chest with every heavy stride she took. My arms dangled uselessly, my princely dignity was completely in tatters, and yet... as the rhythmic heat of her body soaked straight through my skin, every fiber of my traitorous body stopped fighting and a familiar feeling started rising up...