Vaelira’s surprise

As the game wore on, Baelog’s winning streak only grew. “Time to pay up, lass!” he cackled, slamming down a winning hand. “Unless ye’ve got gold hidden in them braids, ye’re out of bets!”

The dwarves cheered, bellowing for her to strip off her trousers. Vaelira just rolled her eyes, unbuckled her belt, and slid her pants down her sleek, silver thighs in one fluid motion.

A sudden, dead silence smothered the room.

Outlined clearly beneath her thin undergarments was a thick, distinctly male length nestled between her thighs. Baelog’s jaw practically hit his beard, his eyes bulging in absolute, frozen shock. Unfazed by the reaction, a wicked smirk spread across Vaelira's sharp features. She leaned forward across the crate, resting her chin in her hands and tilting her hips just enough to flaunt the heavy outline resting right at Baelog’s eye level.

“What’s the matter, Baelog?” she purred, her long elven ears twitching with amusement. “I thought you mountain folk were famous for handling large, solid packages? Or is this just a bit too much cock for a dwarf to handle?”

The human sailors exploded into roaring, breathless laughter, leaving Baelog’s face flushing a violent red.

Vaelira slid her last few coins into the center of the crate, her violet eyes flashing with a dangerous challenge.

“Tell you what, Master Dwarf. Double the stakes for the next hand. Win, and I’ll take off the undergarments too. Lose... and you owe me a little private time above deck.”

From my dark corner, my grip on the wine jug tightened. The sheer, shameless confidence of it sent a searing surge straight to my crotch, my pulse hammering as I waited to see if the dwarf would actually take the bet.