MrTwister8

Questions

by MrTwister8

Chapter 2 in Prince of Beornia

> Please let me know what you enjoy most about this story and what you’d rather see (2 polls present): {poll:characters} *P.S. - if you want to see Night Elf futa content, head town to the new 'On the ship' arc. Currently WIP, but it will involve them. If you have suggestion, p...

Vaelira’s surprise

by MrTwister8

Chapter 32 in Prince of Beornia

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 h...

Just watch

by MrTwister8

Chapter 31 in Prince of Beornia

I declined Baelog’s loud invitation with a casual wave of my hand, backing up a step to lean my shoulders against a tall stack of burlap sacks just outside the bright ring of lantern light. *“I’ll just watch for now, Baelog,”* I called back, taking a ceramic jug of cheap elven w...

The lower decks

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Chapter 30 in Prince of Beornia

to escape the suffocating monotony of my cabin, I took to wandering the lower decks of the ship. The narrow, dimly lit corridors were quiet, save for the rhythmic creak of the wooden hull against the sea. But as I passed the heavy iron-reinforced hatch leading to the ma...

On the ship

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Chapter 29 in Prince of Beornia

Sailing on the ship to Menethil Harbour was one of the things I had always wanted to do. I had never left the mountains of Beornia so seeing this vast body of sea stretched all the way my eyes could see was mesmerising! I spent the first few days on the deck, watching, taking in...

Auberdine

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Chapter 28 in Prince of Beornia

The trek to Auberdine had never felt so long. By morning, the stiff soreness in my lower half had settled into a dull, unrelenting throb. Mounting my horse was out of the question. Just the thought of sitting in a leather saddle made my eyes water! So, I claimed my boots were “b...

Auberdine

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Chapter 29 in Prince of Beornia

At the camp

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Chapter 25 in Prince of Beornia

At the camp

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Chapter 26 in Prince of Beornia

At the camp

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Chapter 27 in Prince of Beornia

By the time we finally dragged ourselves back to the edge of camp, my legs felt like shaking jelly, and every single step was a pure test of willpower. I had done my absolute best to wipe off the worst of the evidence with leaves on the walk back, but the raw, dripping soreness i...

A (somewhat) successful attempt

by MrTwister8

Chapter 26 in Prince of Beornia

Having two massive orcs tag-teaming my mouth was overwhelming (and, honestly, far more intoxicating than I ever anticipated)! My eyes drifted over to Baelog, expecting to see him looking passed out or grateful. Instead, he was staring wide-eyed, his hand furiously stroking his th...

Korant

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Chapter 27 in Prince of Beornia

I must have passed out for who knows how long, but eventually I awoke to a familiar voice. *“Prince? Prince? Are you okay?”* It was Korant. As I opened my eyes, I saw his worried look followed by the immediate relief once he noticed signs of life. *“I thought I had lost you th...

Focus on myself

by MrTwister8

Chapter 25 in Prince of Beornia

For a second, a wildly heroic - *and incredibly scandalous* - thought crossed my mind: what if I somehow attracted the other orc’s attention and... sacrificed myself for Baelog?... No, that would be stupid! Managing not one, but two massive, unpredictable beasts with cocks that...

It was!

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Chapter 24 in Prince of Beornia

The orc’s brutal rhythm didn’t slow for a second, his heavy thighs slamming against me with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed through the quiet woods. Every single drive hit so impossibly deep inside me that his thick head repeatedly punished my sensitive spot, sending jolts of pu...

Resist

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Chapter 23 in Prince of Beornia

Despite staring the inevitable in the face, I decided to fight for my dignity as much as I could. Squirming wildly, I tried to somehow escape, but the orc just pressed his entire weight on me, knocking the air straight out of my lungs. As soon as I tried to gasp, my mouth was fil...

Shout for help

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Chapter 15 in The Holy Quest

*“GUARD! HELP! THERE’S A—!”* My scream echoed off the damp stone walls, but before I could finish, the demon’s hand clamped hard over my mouth. Heavy, clanking footsteps thundered down the cellar stairs. *“Farley? What’s going on down here? I heard shouting!”* A burl...

Not so strong!

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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...

The basement

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Chapter 13 in The Holy Quest

Farley’s lantern flickered as I crept down the cold stone steps. The cellar was damp, smelling heavily of oak casks, stale ale, and a strange, sickly-sweet incense that made my head spin. As my boots hit the dusty floor, low, guttural chanting echoed from behind the giant wine b...

The inn

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Chapter 12 in The Holy Quest

*“I’ll take the inn, sir,”* I said quickly. *“Resting ensures peak combat effectiveness tomorrow.”* Guard Thomas smirked. *“Wise choice. Go see Farley.”* Inside, the Lion’s Pride was packed wall-to-wall - thick with roasted meat, spilled ale, and the warm musk of off-duty sold...

Arriving at Goldshire

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Chapter 11 in The Holy Quest

The walk to Goldshire took until dusk. My legs were still slightly wobbly, and every stride served as a gentle, warm reminder of Brother Samuel’s lingering “holy light treatment.” The cozy, bustling town finally came into view, dominated by the huge wooden frame of the Lion’s Pr...