At her cabin

The heavy oak door of Uthul’s cabin slammed shut, cutting off the crew’s roaring laughter like a guillotine. Silence settled, thick and expectant, broken only by the ship’s creaking timbers and our uneven breathing. A single brass lantern swung overhead, painting warm, restless shadows across the cramped space. There was just a desk, a sea chest, and that oversized, fur-draped bunk in the corner.

Uthul let me slide down her big-breasted chest with lazy strength. My rigid cock dragged the whole way over her warm green skin, and my knees nearly buckled the second my bare feet hit the floorboards. She didn’t give me space. Instead. she just kicked the iron bolt home, trapping us, then leaned back against the door with thick arms crossed, golden eyes raking over my naked, flushed body like she already owned every inch.

“Well, little prince,” she purred, voice vibrating straight through the floor into my soles. “Audience is gone. Though I’m pretty sure Baelog’s already taking bets on how loud you’re about to get. Scream half as hard as you did in my tent and the poor bastard’s going to lose a fortune.”

Heat flooded my face. Half from the knowledge that the entire crew knew exactly why she’d hauled me up here, half from the vivid memory of us in that tent back in her camp... the woodsmoke and sweat and how thoroughly she’d ruined me.

{if game:Bicurious >= 75}“I… I am a prince of Beornia,” I managed, backing up half a step until the bunk edge caught my thighs. Pure theatre. Neither of us bought it. “What happened in your camp was duress. You can’t seriously expect me to just… surrender to some orc all over again.”

My voice cracked on the last word, completely undercut by the way my hips twitched forward and my cock throbbed in the open air, shameless and leaking. Uthul’s dark, knowing laugh rolled through the cabin as she took two slow, predatory strides closer, her own massive length standing thick and heavy in the lantern light.

“Duress?” she purred, tusked grin widening. “Funny. I remember you having a surprisingly good time.”

Her broad hands gripped my waist and shoved me down onto the furs. All that protest evaporated into a breathless, eager gasp as I spread my thighs for her without being asked.

{else}“I… I am a prince of Beornia,” I stammered, backing up until the bunk edge trapped me. “A wager is a wager, Uthul. I’ll honor it at the card table, but only if you’d kindly return my trousers first.”

I crossed my arms, trying for dignified composure even as my cock pulsed traitorously in the warm air. Uthul’s low, rumbling chuckle made my stomach flip. Two heavy steps and she was towering over me, thick fingers catching my chin and forcing my face up to meet those burning golden eyes.

“Oh, little prince,” she murmured. “You didn’t need cards to lose your mind under me in that tent. And we both know the cards aren’t coming out tonight.”{endif}