Ty, Steph, and Eric manage to find the witches hut.
It definitely looked the part of a witches hut. It was built from cobblestone with a grass roof, covered in vines and surrounded by weeds. It looked totally abandoned and falling apart, the only sign someone might be inside being the rainbow smoke spewing out of the crumbling chimney.
Ty and Steph discussed a plan of attack. Their current plan being to attack from two sides with their powerful muscular bodies and distract them while Eric sneaked in to find his parts. As they discussed this and the finer details Ty noticed Eric playing with something in his pocket and a musky smell coming off him along with two wet spots forming on his chest and bandanna. The elf rogue hunched over, grunted and moaned a slurping sound coming from his mask.
The scent was also causing Ty’s two foot long dick to harden, rubbing against his toned underside poking out in between his front two frog legs.
Eventually Steph’s right head coughed causing Eric to stop in his tracks a visible green blush peaking over his mast. Hastily the rouge pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote:
“Sorry about that! They’re playing with my part pretty hard right now and I just couldn’t stop myself!”
Ty and Steph just looked at each other while Eric tried desperately to hide his ashamed face in his hood…