Like a new nail in my coffin

Erzelus POV

I woke up feeling fucking groggy and sick. I hope dwarves haven’t tricked me again to drink that shitty Darhana again—little plonkers. I cannot peel my eyes open. My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton. A phantom sting of injection with some sedative which is still evaporating from my veins burns almost as sticking your wick in a flap of a bitch with claps. And sadly, I know how much that burns because fucking Malleteagan was always a man whore, so he had his fair share of a variety of slags on his dick. The guy was clearly unfazed by what he fucks, as long he emptied his sack somewhere; he was like a little pig: he’d take whatever swill you put in front of him, well, at least when it came to choice of women.

And to say that this was also something that annoyed me to my wits end for centuries is an understatement. But he would again take over the control over our body and would shag everything that comes under his balls, and I had no say in that. He knew he would heal imm