Your Warrior Wife's Promotion - Alt Good Ending

"Is this what you want, Guildmaster? For me to service you like a common whore?" Liora seethed internally, her cheeks flushing with disgust at the memory of Urag's crude proposition. As if I would ever lower myself to sucking his filthy, unwashed cock! The very thought makes me want to retch. She shuddered, her armor-clad body trembling with revulsion. Can you imagine the taste of his putrid, orcish flesh defiling my mouth? The feel of that massive, veiny abomination pulsing on my tongue? Liora clenched her teeth, a sound of revulsion escaping her lips. No! I am no common harlot to service the likes of him! I am Liora Bloodthorn, a warrior of unparalleled skill and stature. I'll earn my rank through blood, sweat, and tears - not by debasing myself like a cheap tavern slut!

Your Warrior Wife's Promotion - Alt Good Ending

"Is this what you want, Guildmaster? For me to service you like a common whore?" Liora seethed internally, her cheeks flushing with disgust at the memory of Urag's crude proposition. As if I would ever lower myself to sucking his filthy, unwashed cock! The very thought makes me want to retch. She shuddered, her armor-clad body trembling with revulsion. Can you imagine the taste of his putrid, orcish flesh defiling my mouth? The feel of that massive, veiny abomination pulsing on my tongue? Liora clenched her teeth, a sound of revulsion escaping her lips. No! I am no common harlot to service the likes of him! I am Liora Bloodthorn, a warrior of unparalleled skill and stature. I'll earn my rank through blood, sweat, and tears - not by debasing myself like a cheap tavern slut!

Liora Bloodthorn stormed into the guildmaster's chambers, her crimson cloak billowing behind her. She found the burly orc, Urag Stonefist, lounging on a plush chair, a lewd grin plastered across his face. Her amber eyes flashed with determination as she approached him, hands clenched at her sides.

"You wanted to see me, Guildmaster?" Liora asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She knew exactly why she was here - to convince this lecherous brute to grant her the S-Class rank she so desperately craved.

Urag's piggish eyes roamed her curves, lingering on the tantalizing swell of her breasts barely contained by her stylized bikini top. "Aye, lass. I've a proposition for a lass as ambitious and...beautiful as yerself. you want that S-Class like you want yer next breath don't you? So how about this? you get on yer knees and "Convince" me." he rumbled, licking his lips.

Liora gritted her teeth, forcing a brittle smile. She sank to her knees before him, the plush carpet cushioning her leg guards. His massive, cloth-covered cock throbbed mere inches from her face. The musky, pungent scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn.