Thread: Festival of Warring Races ||Lagertha x Google||

Her comment about his cock being a weapon brought a smile to his face. Fully aroused it was 14 inches long and nearly four and a half thick at the base. After a battle when he had picked out a prisoner to enjoy Jandrax had gotten used to the look of fear in their eyes at the sight of his most personal 'weapon'. Hell he had come to enjoy that fear and the discomfort that he caused before the women became a accustomed to the massive insertion, some bordellos even charged him extra because the girls he picked were nearly useless for the rest of the day. Of course he was looking forward to showing the tiny Elf just how pliable her race was though, it would not be a comfortable fit for her at first but it hit places and stretched wider then any other man could ever accomplish. Her idea that bet was just fun and games was woefully mistaken and betrayed just how uninformed about Minotaurs she was, a Minotaur did not take bets lightly and they always expected the other side to hold up their end even if they didn't quite grasp the full details of what they had gambled and lost. As far as he was concerned he wasn't just going to win her virtue, he would win the princess in her entirety. His face betrayed only a slight smirk st the thought, his chuckle could easily be coming from her comment about his cock. In fact he was about to inform her how serious he was about the prize when they were interpreted, apparently by her brother. This man Jandrax eyed carefully, from the way he carried himself he wouldn't be just a prince but also a very skilled warrior. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths, body tensing a little as he unconciously prepared for a fight. He had no doubt that if both were armed and met in battle the prince would provide him with a very interesting challenge, one Jandrax might not survive. But bare handed, a good old fashion brawl could only end one way... And Jandrax wouldn't even need to use his horns. Oh he would enjoy it, every moment of it and he suspected the arrogant prince was also thinking in the same way. Well a forfeit, even a forced one means I win. Jandrax gloated, putting a sloppy and drunken smile on his face, playing the drunk fool to ensure he wasn't taken too seriously. I'll keep my bet and enjoy the fact that another Elf has learned their tolerance limits. A wide hand scooped up the ingots and slipped them back into the pouch, watching as his prize was carried away. It rankled him, it made his blood boil, that little Elf had become his by forfeit, to try and hide her away wouldn't keep him from what was his. For another hour he mingled and drank, knowing at times eyes were on him, eventually making an excuse very loudly that he needed to relieve himself. By this time he was drunk, not terribly so but he was able to feel the ale he had downed. With an exaggerated stumble he made his way from the party, putting his nose to work. Elves weren't as distinct from one another in smell as Minotaurs were but he was easily able to pick up the scent of a female elf who had drank the dwarven ale. He took his time, not hurrying, looking almost lost, until he was certain he had found the right doorway, quickly slipping inside. And there she was, laid out for him perfectly, his prize. He stood for a few moments, considering wether to take her there or bring her to his home, easily moving a large armoire in front of the door to barricade it.