WE LAST LEFT OUR HERO WHEN HIS FINAL SANE DWARF WAS ALMOST AT END!
 
>...i-it won’t be that bad, right?
>Acteus just looks at you and cackles
>the swordsdwarf reaches the miner…
>...swings his sword…
 
>...and lops the miner’s head clean off, but not before taking a mortal head wound from the pickaxe his opponent was wielding
>the crazed swordsdwarf finally bleeds out mere seconds before the year end
>you and Acteus’s cheers are polar opposites
>”YES!”
“NO!”
>Acteus grins a mischievous grin, for he knows that you know what comes next
“Goddamnit…”
 
>”Alright, Anon…”
>he flies upward above the computer, sticking his limp cock right in your face
>”Get to it, then! I’m not leaving until my seed is in your mouth.”
“Acteus, you are a sick, twisted bastard…”
>but in spite of yourself, you sigh, and then smile
“Ok, then, let’s get it over with.”
>you both move over to the couch to relieve your debt, and Acteus sits with his hind legs draped over the edge of the couch, giving a full look at his undercarriage
 
>Acteus isn’t quite prepared yet, as his ‘sword’ is still sheathed.
>not wanting to wait anymore, you crouch down and gently caress his testes with your hand, and breathe a warm breath onto them
>you muster up your best lewd voice as you whisper
“Do you like that, Acteus?~”
>apparently, he does
>and his semi-erect member can attest to it
 
>you take the tip of his flanged dick into your mouth, eliciting a whimper of excitement from the eager Mothpony
>you use your tongue, drawing circles around the underside of Acteus’s glans
>he tries to stifle the lewd noises coming from his mouth, and they only come out as slight moans through his bit lip
>Acteus is now at full length, his salty precum leaking onto your tongue
>you’re really getting a kick out of the cute noises he makes
>how about we delve a bit… deeper?
>fighting back your almost non-existent gag reflex (thanks, Virgo), you take in about three-fourths of Acteus’s entire length
>he’s squirming a bit now, simply writhing in pleasure
>acting like it’s his first blowjob, or something
>but he hasn’t seen (or felt, for that matter) anything yet
 
>you probe around Acteus’s shaft with your tongue, reaching all the way around his girth
>he’s just throbbing now, and you can feel each pulse in your throat
>Acteus has his wings to their full extent, and his feelers on his head are twitching slightly
>his eyes are closed in ecstasy, and he’s biting his lower lip
>you jerk your head backwards, causing Acteus to flinch a bit
>slowly, you take him into your throat once again, letting him feel the slimy inside of your esophagus
>and you settle into a small rhythm, bopping your head back and forth
>onward and onward you go, Acteus moaning all the while above you
 
>Acteus tries to move his hips a bit, to glean more of the wondrous feeling of your oral cavity on his member
>he starts to tense up more and more, after each thrust of your head
>he’s close
>you take Acteus’s cock in one last time, your face nearly touching his groin, and his penis n
>Acteus wraps his hind legs around your head, and thrusts your head further down his shaft
 
>and he ejaculates, his moans growing ever louder as his hot seed spurts from his dick, filling your mouth with the salty and viscous liquid
>you count five long, hard bursts of the thick ropes of fluid, and Acteus’s moans turn to small whimpers of pleasure
>Acteus releases you from his grasp, and you back up from the sofa he was sitting on
>choking a bit, you swallow the phlegm-like substance, and wipe the excess off of your chin with your sleeve
>Acteus sits on the couch, recovering, as his cock slowly slides back into it’s sheath
>”A...Anon...That was…”
>”...Amazing~”
>he turns over and lies on his belly, facing toward you, smiling
“Ah, it was nothing..”
>but in reality, it really was
“...So I’m free from my debt, now?”
>”Yes, yes you are… For now, anyway…~”
>Acteus glances downward
>you do likewise, and notice a rather large bulge in your trousers
>”But I feel that you overpaid your debt; I now owe YOU something in return…”
>you know where this is going
“Er, maybe you can repay that later. For now, let’s just finish the fort, alright?”
>Acteus looks a bit crestfallen, but agrees to the sentiment
 
>mere hours later of hard working and stout labour, you’re both finished with the mancave-fort
>it’s a beautiful thing to behold; the disco ball, the dance floor, the bar with beer dispensers, all sorts of comfy seating, a large bed for the weary…
>it’s perfect
>you and Acteus both celebrate by drinking straight from the beer tap and dancing drunkenly
>your mirth fills the air, and your hips sway to the music in sync
>soon, you both make it to the bed, both tired and intoxicated, pushing Acteus onto the bed, him laughing the whole time
>what exactly you did on that bed, though, is a story for another time…
 
~END~