"Paladin's Final Temptation" by Noel Lionel

"Exhausted, Ugumash fell upon the tangled sheets with the tired grunt. Sweat poured down his forehead and blinded his eyes, already swollen with fatigue and strain. Or was it his tears? He would prefer the sweat — the spicy perspiration of a warrior and a male. Or, better yet, blood — the blood of his enemies, red and hot, shed in the midst of ferocious fight. But reality stood against his wishes, trying to convince him of what he couldn't accept: that he was lying on the silky sheets, languishing of lust like some beardless youngster. All he could do was jump off the bed without delay and flee this nymph who had bewitched him with magic known only to the most lascivious of women. Ugumash's empty stomach lurched with hunger. Yes, that was what he needed! He would happily swallow a big piece of meat in the tavern downstairs. The half-orc sat on the edge of the bed and contemptuously spat sticky saliva on the already soiled plank floor, then glanced at his prey. Elieira! That damned witch! The long-legged, curvaceous elf was completely nude, hair caught by a bone dragon. She lay on the bed, her finger drawing intricate patterns along her insatiable body. These beckoning gestures clouded Ugumash's mind. He was unable to think any more, and he could not decide which part of his body craved more immediately for satisfaction. 'I'd heard a thing or two about half-orcs,' Elieira said, adding oil to the flames. 'But from what I can tell, even best of them can't match mighty Irovetti. It seems as though, after His Majesty, there will be no more miracles in my bed. I suppose I'm destined to content myself with mere shadows from now on. But worry not, my warrior…' Ugumash had little time to ponder over Elieira's words, as the normal rumbling sounds of the ground floor of the tavern ceased, as though severed with an axe. It was instinct that compelled Ugumash to reach for the curved sword hidden beneath the clothes on the floor, and a moment later, the door to the room flew open and an ominous shadow appeared on the threshold. Ugumash grabbed his weapon and straightened himself, looking the stranger up and down. Shadows do not scare half-orcs — it is their appearance that makes others tremble. The stranger, clad in dusty rags, stepped forward to meet him. His eyes flashed with fierce rage from under the hood, but the sword in his hands shone even more dazzling. The half-orc immediately recognized Albaldir's Retribution — how could he not? But how did it end up in the hands of some tramp?! Comprehending the situation seemed an impossible task for the half-orc, but answers were not what he was after anyway — with a roar, he raised his weapon and rushed toward the intruder ... "