Like something out of one of his lewd D&D games..
@notsoglrly now has a big tiddy green gal hoisting him up on her shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
"Didn't know cooks came this cute! You're gunna be cookin' for me from now on!"
The eating habits of an Ogre. Which usually involves cooking a large beast over a fire until it's just above rare and tearing it apart like a savage.
She even ate some of the bones.
❝Yeah. That's the face I like to see.
I love to see you cute adventurers making faces like that. You guys look even cuter when I drag you off to a bed.❞
She chuckled, looming over him and casting him in her shadow.——
“What's so funny ?
You can be an apprentice to a succubus and not be defeated— she's actually very respectful.. though she does test the boundaries at times.”
He admits, folding his arms afterwards with a light sigh.
“I am not defeated.
I'm actually very much alive.”
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❝HUUHHH?? Queen of Succubi??❞
She let out a loud laugh, almost booming. It was a big laugh befitting her size.
❝You serve a succubus?? Damn, so that means you're already a defeated hero.
That's a shame, you're a really cute adventurer.
I'd've loved making you mine.❞
“Well, she's the Queen of Succubi..”
He stated, though he was a bit surprised by her uncouth behavior.. she sounded.. vicious.
His eyes slowly opened wide as she announced herself as a queen.
“Queen of Ogres ?
Huh— well, it's nice to meet the queen then.”
He stated, even
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❝Oh yeah?? What's she the Queen of then?
I might've hassled her Kingdom at some point.
Probably took some of her citizens. Made them breeding stock or warriors.
Oh me? I'm a Queen. Queen of Ogres.❞
A queen ?
What a question — he never thought about that.. technically he had a queen.. not to himself, but in his life.
“I learn under one, as an apprentice.. but mostly work for the army.”
He states, scratching his cheek.
“How about yourself ?”
“Not just any ?”
That wasn't really reassure by either, though her notice of his garbs had him examining them, then nodding.
“Oh, well, close enough.
A knight, but I could be considered both.”
He states, gazing up at the taller female.. kinda intimidating —
“. . .”
H e l p h i m !
“Hm ?
Of course not, it's just rare to see an orge nowadays.”
He will try not to ask about their layers— he knows they have them.
𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 grows close.
His body grows 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝.
𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙧 and 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, eat at his 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭,
but the 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 within— grows and strengthens his goal.
...𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶...
𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭. 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐔𝐩.
✌️𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛
📝 𝙾𝙲 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛
🌌 𝙼𝚅𝚁𝙿