Talk to the boy
From Create Your Own Story
You kick the door open loudly, causing the boy to suffer a great shock and fall off the bed, still with the pumpkin mounted on his crotch. You and Bethilda then laugh uncontrollably as he hysterically tries to get up on his feet, pressing against the wall. The vegetable on the hips bounces amusingly with each movement, and you chuckle some more.
Eventually, you run out of breath to laugh with. The boy trembles with fear, and stutters with a quivering voice: "Please don't murder me.".
"I won't murder you." you reassure him and straighten your back, assuming an imposing form. "But this house and everything in it belongs to me from now on. If you stay here, you'll forever be my property. This is the orc way.".
He breathes heavily, as if suffering a minor panic-attack. "B-... But this isn't my house, it's belongs to the dwarf. I just live here!".
You suddenly freeze, eyes wide open. A dwarf? Goodness knows you've never met a dwarf, but you and your brothers all heard the stories when you were orclings. Dwarves were expert smiths, often wearing impenetrable armor and the most dangerous weapons known in the world. If one of them actually lived in this house; taking it over could prove severely problematic.
Breathing heavily, you reply: "There's a dwarf living here?-... Where is it?".
"Outside." he replies, seemingly relieved upon noticing your nervosity. "If-... If you hurry up, you could probably get out of here before anyone notices.". Do you:
- Get out of there as quickly as possible. Dwarves are no laughing matter.
- Stay where you are. It could be a trick, and this house was way too good to let go just yet.
| Status | ||
| Health | Dangerously Horny, mated to Bethilda | Equipment:
naked |
| Experience | Virgin | |
| HP | 100 | |
