[Estinien was already taking another drink of ale when Aymeric knelt before him, pulling aside the guard thong he had been cursed to wear. He nearly chokes when Aymeric speaks, and in his struggle to work the liquid down his throat, he looks between his knees to see the issue.
It would seem that his genitals had shifted as well with this bloody curse. He did recall feeling something down below feel off, but he was too distracted by everything else to think to check.
Now there's naught more than a patch of scales where his genitals used to be, and a vertical crease of some sort.
By the Fury...]
... How am I to cure this ailment without a cock.
[His voice is low, but less angry than one might suspect. He's left in disbelief. Little does he know, he does indeed have a cock... it's just... well, inside. Time to play a fun game of whack-a-cock, except the object is getting it to emerge, than hitting it back into the hole.]
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It would seem that his genitals had shifted as well with this bloody curse. He did recall feeling something down below feel off, but he was too distracted by everything else to think to check.
Now there's naught more than a patch of scales where his genitals used to be, and a vertical crease of some sort.
By the Fury...]
... How am I to cure this ailment without a cock.
[His voice is low, but less angry than one might suspect. He's left in disbelief. Little does he know, he does indeed have a cock... it's just... well, inside. Time to play a fun game of whack-a-cock, except the object is getting it to emerge, than hitting it back into the hole.]