Chapter 9 by mask

What are you going to do?

Get your priorities right (ignore the leech on your dick)

You get to your, feet. You'd lost most of what you owned and couldn't afford to go back empty handed. Even if that slick member against the slit of your dick felt really good and the leech swayed embarrassingly like a thick black pole in front of you, you have to man up and get on with it.

You begin picking your way across the miniature archipelago of dirt patches and are sometimes **** to squelch through the muddied waters. The slimy, ill smelling mud squirting out from between your toes.

Your choice seems to have been the right one, for your prick's leech accessory does not fare well in the open air. As its skin dries, the attention it lavished on your dick slows, until it simply falls off.

You suddenly stop as you become acutely aware of your situation while staring down at your erect penis that stands in stark contrast to the colour of the dried mud that is caked up your entire front. The only thing you had was your breast-plate. No boots, not shield, no sword. With your ass which is clean of mud, is bare as the day you were born greeting the sun at your back.

Looking up you spy what you can see in the distance, through the yellow mist which is iconic for the CessPond. You think you see something which might resemble some kind of hut.

On the one hand, if there are people, maybe they would be generous enough to offer some kind of footwear and clothing. On the other hand, there's no telling what kind of people would live in this sort of place. It might be a bit far fetched to imagine they would be generous enough to give you anything, especially since the only thing you had left with a little bit of a value is your armour, which had been on the cheap end anyway.

Besides, you may not even have the courage to nock on someones door in the current state you find yourself in. Naked below the waist and dick still tall against you stomach.

Maybe your better of finding something easier to loot from. You didn't have anything to defend yourself with if whoever tuned out to be in that wooden structure was ill-natured.