I lose

I pulled up a barrel across from the bare orc. One simple hand. She flicked three cards toward me: two Kings and a Jack. See, I told myself? It was all a pure probability!

Then Uthul casually flipped her hand face-up... three bloody Aces!

“HAH! OFF WITH ‘EM!” Baelog roared, spraying grog everywhere.

Muttering curses, I unbuckled my woolen trousers and pushed them down, reaching instinctively to snag my linen drawers... only to feel bare skin! Fuck! An icy spike of sheer panic shot straight up my spine. In the sweltering, muggy heat of my cabin earlier that evening, I had completely forgotten to put on any underwear.

It was too late. Gravity and the heavy wool took over, dropping my trousers cleanly to my ankles and leaving me standing in the center of the lantern light completely, utterly bare from the waist down.{if game:Bicurious >= 75}.. with my cock erect and twitching!{endif}

The hold didn’t just cheer - it nearly blew the deck off the ship.

“BY YMIR’S BEARD!” Baelog howled, falling off his barrel onto the deck planks in tears. “THE PRINCE CAME COMMANDO! HE DIDN’T EVEN BRING DRAWERS!”

Uthul didn’t laugh. She leaned forward, resting her chin in her broad green hands, her golden eyes slowly tracing down my bare hips to where my cock hung completely exposed in the humid air, twitching beneath the weight of a dozen or so staring eyes. A slow, wicked grin spread across her tusked mouth.

“Well, well, Your Highness,” Uthul purred, her voice carrying easily over the roaring crew. “No coin, no coat, and no drawers. You really don’t like holding anything back, do you?”

I stood there with royal dignity crumpled around my ankles, face burning hot enough to ignite gunpowder. Every eye in the hold was glued to my bare hips, and my cock wasn’t helping matters by reacting to the draft with a traitorous twitch.

“Tell you what - double or nothing,” Uthul purred, her golden eyes lingering shamelessly on my lower half.

I crossed my arms in a desperate attempt to cover something. “I literally have nothing left to double!” “Sure you do,” she grinned, her tusks gleaming under the lantern light. “Win, and you get your trousers back plus all the coin. Lose, and you give up that linen shirt... plus, every time I win a pot from the crew tonight, you owe me one slow, proper kiss right here at the table. And a private rematch in my cabin when the cards are folded.”

{if game:Bicurious >= 75}My heart did a dizzying, traitorous flip at the thought of her pulling me in for a slow, heavy kiss while both of our engorged lengths practically hummed in the humid air. It sent a shockwave of raw heat straight to my groin. I mean... it wouldn’t be that bad, would it?{else}I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression stoic. A public kiss in front of a dozen roaring sailors, followed by a private ‘audience’ in her cabin? It was scandalous, entirely un-princely, and... surprisingly hard to refuse when her golden eyes were practically burning through me.{endif}

“Fine,” I muttered, drawing myself up to full, naked height. “Deal.”