Invade the farm

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*[[Talk to the boy|Go and talk to the boy. He's too weak to put up a fight, and might be useful.]]
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*[[Kill the boy|Go and kill the boy. There's just one of him; taking this house was easier than you thought]]
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*[[Kill the teenager|Go and kill the boy. There's just one of him; taking this house was easier than you thought]]
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Revision as of 23:09, 31 January 2014

You unsheath your skinning knife and start moving towards the cottage. Bethilda follows you closely from behind, to keep prevent any attacks from behind. It's too dark inside for you to be able to see anything through the windows, but to your fortune, the thick, wooden front door is unlocked. You slowly turn the handle and open it.

Inside, everything is almost disgustingly charming. A dinnertable made of oak, checkered curtains, countless of bookshelves and a rug that isn't even made from an animals skin. There's also a tiny, brown staircase leading to a second level. While Bethilda looks around with interest, you scrunch your nose. A mud hut with a single fireplace would have suited your tastes just fine.

However, halfways up the stairs, you suddenly hear a noise from above. Just as you feared; there's someone else in here as well. Tightening the grip around your knife, you nod at your mate to follow you as you slowly make your way to a single door at the end of the staircase, likely leading to a bedroom. Opening it slightly, you then carefully look inside.

To your surprise, there weren't any fully-armored knights or undefeatable sorcerers behind the door. But a scrawny teenage boy, sitting on top of the queen-sized bed on his knees while furiously fucking what looked like a tiny, orange pumpkin with a hole cut out for the cock. Biting his bottom lip and with a blood red face, he thrusts and thrusts into the vegetable as if his life depended on it, grunting and moaning loudly.

You throw a quick look at Bethilda, and the two of you visibly try your best not to laugh. Then you:

Status
Health Horny, mated to Bethilda Equipment:

naked

Experience Virgin
HP 100
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