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, booming bark of laughter and slammed his beefy fist onto the crate so hard the lantern rattled.

“A dwarf never backs down from a wager!” he bellowed, his chest puffing out with sheer, boastful bravado. “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 dealt with a cool, calculating speed, while Baelog stared at his hand like a man possessed, his knuckles white around the battered cards.

He played the hand of his life...

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

“HAH! TAKE THAT, YE LONG-POINTED-EAR ELF!” Baelog roared, throwing his hands up in triumph and greedily raking the massive pile of coins back toward his chest.

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!

“Now turn around and let’s see what ye’re workin’ with!” Baelog barked, his eyes gleefully fixed on her.

Complying with Baelog’s request, she turned around and bent over the crate, showing her tight, round ass to the victor.

{if game:Uthul_in_party = true}

Uthul let out a low whistle, crossing her broad arms as she leaned back to admire the view. “Not bad for an elf, Baelog,” she teased, a wicked grin spreading across her green face. “Look at ye, practically drooling into your beard!”

Baelog didn’t show an ounce of shame. He let out a loud, appreciative roar, leaning right over the table with a hungry, wide-toothed grin as he reached out, greedily kneading her beautiful ass with unbridled, swaggering confidence. “Aye, it’s a magnificent sight! A proper victory for Ironforge!”

Before he could take things any further, Uthul’s heavy green hand suddenly shot out, grabbing Baelog by the collar of his tunic and haul-tossing the bulky dwarf back into his seat with a loud clatter.

“Easy there, gold-grubber,” Uthul grunted, stepping up to the crate and towering over the table. “You won the coin and the view, not a free pass to devour the ship's crew before the rest of us even get a drink.”

{else}

Baelog didn’t show an ounce of shame. He let out a loud, appreciative roar, leaning right over the table with a hungry, wide-toothed grin as he reached out, greedily kneading her beautiful ass with unbridled, swaggering confidence. “Aye, it’s a magnificent sight! A proper victory for Ironforge!”

Before he could take things any further, two broad-shouldered human sailors stepped forward, shoving Baelog’s hands away from her hips with a series of rough chuckles.

“Belay that, Master Dwarf!” one of the sailors barked, laughing as he pulled Vaelira back a step. “You won the pot, not the whole deckhand! Hands off the crew unless you’re all on the same page!”

{endif}

Watching her standing there completely unclothed in the dim lantern light made my throat go utterly dry. My cock throbbed painfully against my trousers...