Go along with it

The conditions of the forfeit were clear, and under the watchful eyes of the gathered company, Agnes and I began the difficult task of removing our outer layers. The air in the chamber felt heavy and still, magnifying the rustle of fabric as we moved.

As Agnes loosened her bodice, the striking truth of her silhouette became undeniable. Without the stiff structure of her maid’s uniform, her soft, curved frame spilled free, her voluptuous breasts exposed for all to see. They were as big as Stonetalon watermelons! The moment the fabric fell away entirely, her magnificent forms drew a roaring chorus of cheers from the dwarves. I couldn’t help but stare myself - I had dreamed of this for years - even as a protective spike of anger flared within me at the sight of my maid being openly ogled by a drunken band.

“Aye, yer’ a marvellous one, ain’t ye?”, the dwarf chief grinned and waved for her to continue.

Flushing a deep, crimson red, Agnes stepped out of her undergarments, exposing the lush, rounded contours of her hips and buttocks. They were soft, beautifully shaped, and enough to rile up any red-blooded man. My body reacted instantly. I felt my member pressing hard and heavy against the confining fabric of my breeches.

Seeing her like this, completely bare, was intoxicating. Agnes was the epitome of a classic, full-figured Beornian beauty, even in her forties. Her skin was creamy and soft, a stark contrast to the rough stone around us. But it was her breasts that truly commanded attention. They were magnificent - gloriously heavy, wide, and incredibly voluptuous, swelling outward with a natural richness that filled my vision. I had spent years subtly admiring her under her restrictive maid’s uniform and trying to remember her shape for later recall once I was alone in my royal chamber...

But any private indulgence was cut short as the chief’s heavy gaze swung to me.

“You, too, prince! Don’t think we’ve forgotten about ye!”

Sighing, I resigned myself to my fate. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers pool at my feet, exposing myself completely. My erection was flagrant, entirely owed to the breathtaking sight of Agnes just moments before. I tried to shift my posture, desperately hoping to mask the sheer intensity of my reaction, but in the tight, firelit circle, there was nowhere to hide.

I braced for mockery, but it never came. Instead, a chorus of deep, appreciative grunts and low, gravelly chuckles rippled through the group. The chief’s eyes widened, a massive, knowing grin spreading across his bearded face as his gaze traveled from my face down to my straining length.

“Hoho! Look at the royal lad!” the chief bellowed, slamming his tankard down so hard the ale sloshed over the rim. “And here we thought the humans were a prudish, fragile lot! You’re standing proud as a mountain peak, prince!”
“Aye!” another dwarf chimed in, leaning forward with a boisterous laugh. “He couldn’t wait to shed those fancy silks and join the revelry! Look how high-spirited he is to stand amongst us. The lad’s got a heart for the deep halls after all!”

They had entirely misread the situation. They thought my excitement was for them. Agnes cast a fleeting, wide-eyed glance my way, her face burning as she realized the awkward misunderstanding... They did not think I swung that way... did they?