MrTwister8

Uthul takes the lead

by MrTwister8

Chapter 39 in Prince of Beornia

With one swift movement, Uthul stripped my pants as my cock flopped up and slapped Uthul’s own, fully erect shaft. *“Little guy wants to fight, huh?”*, she snorted. *“All this nonsense about efficiencies... you were just trying to hide your excitement, weren’t you?” “N-no! I...

I agree

by MrTwister8

Chapter 38 in Prince of Beornia

I blinked at Uthul, smoothly glossing over the massive, pulsing reality of her proposal. *“Intruding? No, I mean... if you want to search for the coin too, that’s fine, I guess,”* I muttered, flicking a speck of dust off my sleeve. *“Three pairs of eyes are mathematically superi...

Interrupted

by MrTwister8

Chapter 37 in Prince of Beornia

Vaelira opened her mouth to deliver what undoubtedly would have been another devastatingly teasing remark, her eyes gleaming with predatory patience. Before she could utter a single word, the heavy thud of bootheels echoed down the wooden ladder, followed by a loud, familiar gru...

The search

by MrTwister8

Chapter 36 in Prince of Beornia

*“Are you going to keep standing in the dark, Your Highness?”* she asked smoothly, her low voice carrying effortlessly across the empty hold. *“Or did you lose something back there?”* I casually pushed off from the sacks and stepped into the lantern light, keeping my hands tucke...

Time to shut down the party

by MrTwister8

Chapter 35 in Prince of Beornia

Baelog did not react well to being prevented from full enjoying his prize. He grew increasingly frustrated, putting everyone on edge. It was all fun and games till now, sure, but it felt like the fun gave way to something else. {if game:Uthul\_in\_party = true}After one too many...

Baelog accepts

by MrTwister8

Chapter 34 in Prince of Beornia

Baelog’s stubborn dwarven pride won out over his panic. Wiping his sweaty palms on his leather tunic, he let out a harsh, booming bark of laughter and slammed his beefy fist onto the crate so hard the lantern rattled. *“A dwarf never backs down from a wager!”* he bellowed, his c...

Surrounded

by MrTwister8

Chapter 19 in The Holy Quest

I lay flat on the crate, my lungs burning and limbs feeling like lead weights. Before I could catch my breath, six men in red bandanas stepped out from the treeline, cutlasses drawn... Defias bandits! *“Hand over your purses and the hammer, kid,”* the lead bandit sneered. *“And...

Victorious!

by MrTwister8

Chapter 18 in The Holy Quest

With a final, roar, I swung my hammer with every ounce of strength I had left, sending the last remaining murloc skittering across the slick mud and back into the murky river with a wet \*splash\*. Silence returned to the riverbank, save for the gentle lapping of water...

Dealing with the Murlocs

by MrTwister8

Chapter 17 in The Holy Quest

The air grew heavy with the thick, salty stench of rotting fish and river mud long before the trees finally parted. Down at the water’s edge sat a set of decaying wooden docks, surrounded by a dozen small, green-scaled figures tearing through old fish crates. They were waddling,...

To the riverbank

by MrTwister8

Chapter 16 in The Holy Quest

We stepped outside into the crisp morning air, where Guard Thomas was standing near the Lion’s Pride signpost, leaning heavily on his spear while chewing on a piece of dried beef. He eyed our trio with a mixture of relief and deep skepticism - a bruised paladin, an overly zealous...

A new day

by MrTwister8

Chapter 15 in The Holy Quest

{if NOT game:slept\_in\_the\_cellar= true} I woke up early in the morning due to captain Bain’s stiff member trying to lodge itself up my arsehole. Given everything I had been through with the orc camp recently, I was eager to avoid any accidental slippage. So, I took this as my...

Negotiate

by MrTwister8

Chapter 15 in The Holy Quest

What choice did I have? I quickly weighed my tactical options, but the demon was far too powerful for me to handle alone. With that moronic warlock knocked out, my chances were slim against a six-foot-seven fel entity with biceps larger than my head. Submitting to the inevitable...

A new day

by MrTwister8

Chapter 16 in The Holy Quest

Going to bed

by MrTwister8

Chapter 14 in The Holy Quest

I locked the door, marched over to the cot, and climbed in, deciding to skip the nightly reading. Immediately, Bain scoffed and gestured at me with a thick, hairy finger. *“Hold on, recruit! No road dirt in my clean sheets. Get those nasty clothes off the bed, do you want bedbu...

The bunk upstairs

by MrTwister8

Chapter 13 in The Holy Quest

*“I’ll take the room upstairs, sir,”* I said, puffing out my chest with as much dignified authority as my thin breeches allowed. *“A paladin does not sleep in dark basements. Sharing quarters with a senior officer is standard military protocol.”* Innkeeper Farley grunted, tossin...

Not so strong!

by MrTwister8

Chapter 14 in The Holy Quest

Before I could even think about drawing a weapon, she closed the distance in a fluid, terrifying blur. A heavy, warm hand slammed against the wood on either side of my head, trapping me firmly against the oak barrel. *“A paladin?”* the demon purred, leaning in so close the sweet...

Here goes nothing...!

by MrTwister8

Chapter 39 in Prince of Beornia

*“Here goes nothing...!”* I muttered under my breath, wincing as my bare thighs slapped sharply against the cool wood of the barrel. *“Deal the cards before I change my mind.”* Uthul’s tusked grin widened. With infuriating grace, her thick green fingers flicked three cards acros...

I lose

by MrTwister8

Chapter 38 in Prince of Beornia

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, s...

I play

by MrTwister8

Chapter 37 in Prince of Beornia

{if game:Bicurious >= 75}With a heavy, long-suffering sigh, I accepted my inevitable doom. There was no talking my way out of this with a bulge that practically had its own naval banner flying from my breeches.{else}It was all just basic probability, a glorified coin toss, really...

Peer pressured

by MrTwister8

Chapter 36 in Prince of Beornia

Baelog didn’t hesitate for a single second. A wicked, gap-toothed grin split his beard as he slammed his heavy iron tankard against the wooden crate with a rhythmic \*CRACK\*, instantly setting a beat. *“Oh, the Prince in the dark keeps his breeches tight!”* Baelog roared, his b...