Unifying the Party by LCDRformat
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This story upload is a response to a prompt posted on r/dirtywritingprompts :
“It’s not commonly known that in the Elven homelands, elves go around naked. So the rest of the adventurers are pleasantly surprised when their sexy elf party-mate strips.”
Everyone he is of legal age.
The wooded clearing quickly filled with the stench of blood and sweat. Five exhausted adventurers staggered into the area, sucking wind and leaning on nearby trees and boulders. After a moment of silent breathing, the sound of vomiting split the air as Wizard spilled the contents of her stomach.
“We’ll set up here,” Ranger spoke to the group. As their De Facto leader, she always made the call of where to make camp. “We’ll need a long rest. Wizard needs to gain some spells back and -… bury that will you? Bears can smell it – and we all need some sleep.”
Barbarian lay against a stump, her chest heaving with exhaustion, and her furs drenched with her own blood.
“Ah don’ think ah can take another step. Twas the roughest dungeon ever cleared,” She exclaimed.
“And for the worst payoff,” Fighter agreed, turning up her boot. A disgusting line of semi-coagulated blood drizzled slowly out, pooling on the ground. She’d taken the worst of the attacks, and her skin bristled with dozens of tiny darts, giving her the appearance of a porcupine.
“Aye, what kind o’ shite was that?” Barbarian asked, “Two measly silver coins? Have ya lost yer touch, Ranger?”
“I didn’t know the dungeon had already been cleared,” Ranger defended herself, “None of us did.”
“Wizard nearly died for those two coins,” Fighter gestured to their exhausted mage, who was still laying face down in the grass of the clearing, “You guys couldn’t even fight in the same direction as me.”
“None of us fought as one!” Ranger’s harsh tone silenced the whiners.
“Barbarian ran ahead on her own. Fighter couldn’t do anything but stand right next to Wizard, who fired off every one of her spell slots indiscriminately,”
Wizard raised a thumbs up, accepting her portion of the blame.
“And Rogue – you killed everything you touched, which I guess is your job.” Ranger glared at her party, each more physically destroyed and exhausted than the last, save one. Their newest member, the slim, quiet, elf Rogue. He crouched on a rock, his piercing eyes roving the woods around the camp. From the look of him, he hadn’t taken a single hit.
Wiping sweat and blood from her own face, Ranger spoke again.
“Everyone just rest. I’ll get started on a fire and some supper.” She offered.
“Oh, Aye miss, aye!” Barbarian cried, jumping to her feet in a manner contradicting her earlier claims of exhaustion. “Ah’m starving!” She shouted. The big woman sat cross-legged on the ground, salivating and watching the Ranger as she effortlessly kindled a fire. Her ready woodcraft skill and love of exotic spices made her the obvious choice for camp cook, as well as team leader.
By the time Ranger had gathered water from the nearby stream and set out their meager meat rations for preparation, Wizard had crawled miserably over to the campfire. The waifish young woman was pale and weak, and collapsed on her side, eyes staring distantly into the flames.
“You okay, kid?” Fighter joined her, nudging the younger woman affectionately. It was an open secret that Fighter had a thing for the talented young wizard.
“Today was a lot,” Wizard admitted, “I’ve never pushed that hard.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The party settled into silence as Ranger prepared their evening meal. None of them could find the energy to speak or move, quietly staring as Ranger laid strips of salted meat across a pan. The sounds of the daytime forest calmed them none at all.
“I’m going to bathe,”
Everyone was surprised to hear Rogue speak, and their eyes all snapped up to the elf standing at the edge of the clearing. His armor lay in a pile beside him, and the midday light struck the full height of his naked body. Though he was thin, he was lean and wiry, and the muscles of his abdomen and chest appeared carved from stone. His long blond hair was tied back behind his neck in a ponytail, showing his ruby earrings.
Ranger, Fighter, Wizard, and Barbarian all stared at the handsome, nude young man. He didn’t seem to notice their lustful gazes, instead turning to walk down to the nearby stream. Four sets of eyes closely followed the movement of his firm, taught ass. As he disappeared from the clearing, it was Barbarian who spoke first.
“Bloody HELL,” The big woman cursed, “Ah’ve seen no ass like it in me life. As if ‘e’s smugglin’ two slabs of chiseled marble ‘neath his trousers.”
Ranger chuckled to herself, but couldn’t help but to agree.
“He is a good looking elf. Don’t make him feel uncomfortable,” She chided.
“Don’t make him feel uncomfortable?” Fighter cut in, “He just stripped to his skin right in front of us.”
“He’s bathing,” Ranger argued.
“Could have stripped closer to the river,” Fighter argued back.
“No, no, twas fine there!” Barbarian snapped, indignant. Even the sickly Wizard laughed at the lusty Barbarian.
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Spiced meat and roast vegetables were being laid across wooden plates for the party as Rogue strolled back into camp, still completely naked. His comrades watched him come in, some making more of an effort not to stare than others. It surprised them to see he pulled up a rock beside the fire and reached for his portion of the meal, still entirely nude. They chewed their food silently, slowly recovering their strength and energy.
Ranger tried to appear like she wasn’t looking and wasn’t bothered, but she was both.
Wizard was focused on her meal. The young mage was beginning to regain her
complexion and vitality as she ate.
Barbarian alternated eating her meal and staring straight across the firepit at the dangling cock and balls of Rogue, who rested his elbows on his spread knees while he took his meal.
Fighter finally had to say something.
“Do you usually eat dinner naked?” She asked, a hint of indignance in her voice.
“Yes.” Rogue answered succinctly before sinking his teeth into a strip of roast squash. The conversation could have ended there, but Fighter wasn’t satisfied.
“It’s a bit rude, isn’t it?” She asked, fighting hard to keep her angry glare locked only on the eyes of the elf. Try as she might, even her righteous indignation couldn’t keep her gaze from wandering down to his clean shaven penis and testes, dangling freely below him. She allowed herself to look only briefly before snapping her eyes back to his.
Rogue chewed his food thoughtfully for a moment.
“From my perspective, it’s rude to break bread while guarding yourselves with armor.”
Fighter had enough. She dropped her meat onto her plate, standing up.
“You think you can get me out of clothes that easily, you arrogant litt-,”
“It’s Elvish tradition!” To everyone’s surprise, Wizard interrupted. She had regained much of her strength.
“They consider it a sign of mistrust to wear clothing during a meal.” She explained. Fighter’s shoulders sagged, and she looked back and forth between Rogue and Wizard, still trying to find an excuse to be upset. Finally, Wizard grabbed Fighter’s arm and pulled, begging her friend to sit back down. Fighter inevitably relented.