Published: October 29th 2021, 8:47:19 pm
CW: Watersports
Continuation of Daily Free-Write October 26, 2021: Castles and Crinklebutts pt. 5
"Fuck it," said Throbdor, "let's go for the door!" The timer above Throbdor's head flashed red for a few seconds before suddenly halving from four minutes to two minutes. "What the?"
Muskarella's laughter floated across the nursery once again.
"What a little potty mouth. Muskarella has penalties for those who say naughty words in her dungeon. You'll have to wash your mouth out with something creamy if you want to keep that mouth of yours pacifier free..." Everyone there knew exactly what she meant by 'something creamy' and blood quickly flowed to redden their cheeks and harden their erections.
"Alright, guys," said Throbdor, his voice cracking with embarrassment. "We're getting the heck out of here."
He grabbed hold of the stroller and pushed it ahead of him as he sprinted toward the door. Krendall and the kobolds followed close behind, but it still took two turns to get to the door. By this time, the timer was dangerously low, and Throbdor was doing the potty dance. For some reason, this made the kobolds very excited.
"What the heck are they excited about?" asked Throbdor. "Do they want me to piss my loincloth?"
"If I had taken draconic as my language, I could tell you," said Bardswell, still grunting and thrusting in frustration as everyone else pretended not to notice. "You might as well go ahead, unff. With these annoying bearsuit on, I don't think I'll be using my lockpicking tools anytime soon..."
"Don't worry," said Krendall. "I totally have a spell that will help us get through this door..."
"Why don't you try the knob?" Asked Throbdor, his voice taking on a tone of urgency as he buckled his knees.
"I think you'd better inspect it for traps first," said Bardswell.
"Aah! You guys are totally confusing me," said Sam. "Uh, okay, l uh... inspect the doors for traps and shi- uh, stuff."
"Nice save," said Brandon. "Okay, roll your discernment check."
Krendall's face fell. "11"
"Uh... 11, huh? Well, you don't see any traps," said Brandon. Krendall had only gotten 11 out of 20+ which meant it was highly possible he missed something. However, he couldn't just check again - this was role play so he had to play it as it lay. Krendall gulped.
"Okay, then," he said, voice trembling slightly. "I cast tap!"
A loud tap could be heard from the door, and the door rattled for a second, then went still.
"Can I check the door?" asked Krendall.
"Sorry, that's all your actions for this turn."
"Move aside," said Throbdor, shoving aside the two kobolds who were pawing at him excitedly to rush the door. He winced at the pain of his full bladder. "I'm going to try to mmmph!" The barbarian's timer hit 0 and Throbdor was cut off as the pacifier flew from his pocket right into his mouth. He decided to just try and open the door, not caring about traps any more. Using one hand to hold his crotch, he reached for the door, but the knob wouldn't turn at all.
"Looks like the door is locked," said Brandon. Throbdor looked like he was going to cry. He wouldn't be able to hold his bladder a minute longer, so he did the only thing he could think of.
"Uh oh... Throbdor's in trouble. Okay, uh, looks like... Throbdor's going to try bashing down the door. Go ahead and roll your attack. Okay, nice roll! Looks like a critical hit. But... the door appears unaffected."
Throdor was out of options. He slumped against the door and began to cry, putting his hands over his eyes as he gave up. But just then, the two Kobolds were able to pull down his loincloth. Throbdor looked down in surprise only to see them look up at him with reassuring smiles and make some happy noises in draconic. His eyebrows went wide and his face red as he realized what they were communicating.
"What are they...?" asked Krendall.
"I think they're..." said Bardswell. "Oh my god... they're going to drink it! Th that's s-s-s-so... pervert... unnnghhhhh..." Once again, the bard lost it, cumming hard into the soft folds of material pressing in around him as he watched the two kobolds happily take turns guzzling the barbarian's piss. Why was this so hot to him?
Throbdor was completely shocked, but he had no hope of holding back as he felt his cock engulfed by the warm mouth of the first Kobold. He tried to hold back for half a second before losing all control and flooding the subby creature's gullet with a hot stream of golden liquid. Soon, the toy kobold shoved his companion out of the way and happily engulfed the member, his plastic eyes and fixed smile looking ecstatic at being filled by his master.
After a good two minutes of peeing, Throbdor was completely drained. The two Kobolds had to make extra sure, though, shaking every last drop out into their smiling mouths before reluctantly agreeing to put Throbdor's throbber back in its hiding place. With a sigh of relief, Throbdor turned his attention to the problem of his pacifier. It was annoying, sure, but was it really in the way?
"Krendall. Krendall? It's your turn..."
"Uh...? Oh yeah! Uh, the d-door," said Krendall, quickly turning toward it to hide the tent in his diaper. "Uh... uh oh... there's an inscription here... it says..."