Baelog accepts

Baelog’s stubborn dwarven pride won out over his panic. Wiping his sweaty palms on his leather tunic, he let out a harsh, nervous bark of laughter and slammed his beefy fist onto the crate.

“A dwarf never backs down from a wager!” he bellowed, though his voice quavered just enough to betray him. “Deal the cards!”

The atmosphere in the hold turned electric. Every sailor and dwarf leaned in, holding their breath as the cards hit the wood. Vaelira played with a cool, lazy confidence, but Baelog played the hand of his life...

...and when he slapped down his winning cards, the room exploded into absolute bedlam.

Vaelira’s violet eyes widened in genuine surprise before a slow, intoxicating grin spread across her face. True to her word, she didn’t hesitate. She hooked her thumbs into the band of her thin undergarments and slid them down her sleek, silver thighs, revealing herself completely to the crowded room... Being straight, it feels odd to say this, but her cock looked spectacular! Look, I understand it sounds odd, but everyone else had gone silent, too! Wasting no time, she also turned around and bent over, showing her tight, round ass to the winner.

“This... excites you, Master Dwarf?”

This was the first time I had seen Baelog blush, but he quickly cleared his throat.

“Aye, it’s not... bad,” he replied, trying to hide his obvious interest for some reason.

Watching her standing there completely unclothed in the dim lantern light made my throat go utterly dry. My cock throbbed painfully against my trousers, and as Baelog sat frozen with her undergarments draped over his beard, I found myself... somehow envious of the victorious dwarf.