“More.” The Orc says simply, licking his lips. Fresh semen dripped down his disheveled face, covering the dried remnants from previous visitors. The gentle movement of chains echoes in the large stone room. “If this is the best you can do, Human… you’ve already lost the moment I’m free from these shackles.”
“Well, Gideon… You did make a pact with me, remember? I gave you the usual human fireworks and spectacle in exchange for… well, you. It’s not often someone deals with the likes of me, but I have to admit I’m very, very interested in seeing where this relationship takes us…”
The adventurer’s voice sounded less and less confident, and before he could say anything else, the Golem was on top of him, just inches away from his face. Despite knowing this was a creature made of clay and some magic enchantments, he could smell the musk coming off from him…read more
