Chapter 383: The Bottle Won’t Squeeze
Chapter 383: The Bottle Won’t Squeeze
He thought it over for several more minutes, then chose to listen to that screaming intuition. "Your plan seems flawless. But I still don’t think we should just charge straight in. We should assess the situation first. We look for any odds stacked against us before we commit to anything.""I don’t see any odds," Sianna said, blunt as a hammer. "All I see is time being wasted."
Jax protested with the full desperation of a man whose life was hanging in the balance. "You don’t get it, Duchess. You’ve got nothing to lose here. I’m the one who suffers the most if this goes sideways, both mentally and physically. And worse than that, my intuition is howling that there’s danger ahead, and that thing has never once failed me. Not a single time."
He wasn’t finished. "On top of all that, I can’t call on my summons for the next hour and a half, Also I’m in a weakened state and I need time to recover. So please, for once, think about me in all this."
He started ticking his doom off on his fingers. "I can already see a hundred ways this ends with my ruin. First, I get caught by these orcs and suffer the exact same fate as this poor bastard here. Can you not see what became of him? I am 200% certain the bone in that particular region snapped clean in two."
He shuddered. "Then there’s the version where you all kick off the war, and the second every eye in the place is fixed on us, one of you turns to me and goes, ’Look here, everyone. Your father stands before you. Not one of you leaves this place alive today.’"
He jabbed a finger at her. "And then you shove me out front, turn your backs, and bolt. And I am not even remotely joking about that last one, because I have exactly zero trust in any single one of you."
[A/N: This scenario is based on the author’s real-life experience so he knows the pain.]
Sianna fought it with everything she had. She truly did but her tightly pressed lips leaked out a few low, betraying sounds. "...Pff."
She got herself back under control after fully absorbing the sheer tragic comedy of Jax’s imagined demise, then exhaled. "Fine. Let’s do it however you want, then."
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Some time later, the scouting party, or the escaping party, was assembled and ready. It came down to Jax, Delphine, Nadia, Sianna, and ten more of the corps members, while the rest stayed tucked away in the corners, weapons drawn and waiting on the off chance something went wrong.
Jax had blended in with the women, which was to say he’d been crammed into a t-shirt and a pair of bunny-printed pajama bottoms pulled straight out of Astrid’s ring.
Both had been forced onto a frame they were never cut for, so the shirt had ridden up into an unwilling crop top, proudly displaying his belly button, and the pajamas had given up somewhere around the shin, leaving his gloriously hairy legs on full show.
The finishing touches were where genius truly bloomed. To fill out the chest, two oranges had been stuffed up under the shirt, sitting at a bold and frankly ambitious height. And for hair, he’d been given a cap with a horse’s tail stitched onto the back of it, the crowning glory of the entire womanly illusion.
The plan itself stayed simple. Scout the picnic spot, take in every detail, and if Jax spotted no genuine threat lurking about, they’d begin the slaughter and scrub away every trace of the crime. But if anything struck them as suspicious, they’d fall back on plan two, quietly cross the bridge and keep moving.
And so they set off on it. Jax’s eyes landed on the sign posted at the entrance, reading Pleasure Grove, and he thought, ’Can that rich-ass Claude somehow see into the future?’
Then he stepped through into the picnic grounds. Plants, trees, greenery in every direction, a genuinely soothing sight for the eyes.
Right up until it turned into a full-blown assault on them, the moment his gaze landed on the scene waiting up ahead.
Jax saw her the second his eyes adjusted to the clearing.
A towering orc woman stood there holding a barbarian up in the sky like he was nothing more than a toy. She was twice his size easy.
One hand had a death grip around his neck while the other was between his legs. Her thumb was busy positioning his dick right in front of her mouth like she was lining up a drink.
She looked pissed off. The guy’s cock wasn’t leaking a single drop no matter how hard she shook him. She treated him like an empty bottle she was trying to squeeze the last bit out of.
Still nothing.
Her eyes flared orange with rage. She roared and hurled the barbarian across the grove like a javelin.
Jax gulped. ’What the actual fuck am I watching right now?’
He turned his head fast and immediately found the next mess.
Another barbarian was strapped into a swing. Every time it came forward he got slammed straight into a female orc waiting with her legs spread wide and her pussy on full display. The orc moaned loud every single time he hit.
The barbarian’s face said he was feeling pure pain. It looked like his cock skin was going to wear off with each brutal impact. After every thrust she kicked him back hard in the chest.
And If he missed the target on the way back the kick landed even meaner and in the worst spot possible.
A scream cut through the air from the side. "You monster! Leave me the hell alone!"
Jax’s head snapped toward the sound.
Another barbarian was flat on the ground fighting with everything he had. The orc had grabbed his legs tight. When he kept yelling she just stuffed her foot straight into his mouth to shut him up.
Then she lifted his legs high and rested them over her shoulders. She spat on his dick, grabbed it, and started moving her hips.
The final position made it look like someone had swapped the genders.
[A/N: For the exact position reference, check the video in the Discord channel]
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