Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 95. The Bladder Problem
95. The Bladder Problem
Eryndor had just found out how inhospitable the beast people were to their visitors, in his mind they were a group of nature loving people who had the sweetest hearts but apparently they were nothing but savages. He was beginning to have second thoughts on helping them and for the first time in a long while he so wanted to hear the voice of his master or his uncle screaming in his but it was all quiet within his head. Even his inner voice was unusually silent at the moment.
Ash looked at him with a sense of interest and asked again. "You haven’t answered my question, how is old man cinder?"
Eryndor snapped out of his dilemma in that moment taking a while to register the true meaning behind the words she spoke and replied. "A strange thing to ask when you did try to kill him."
To that Ash laughed out hysterically like he had just heard the biggest joke ever, his voice for the first time did not sound hostile and unhinged but was sweet. Eryndor shook his head and cursed at himself for ever thinking a mate’s voice sounded "sweet". "You’re funny idjit, as if I could ever hope to kill the god of flames."
Eryndor did not know if that was another one of his uncles titles or just one the crazy boy chose to give him but he pushed that aside for the moment and asked in a more serious tone. "If you never hoped to beat him why did you fight him? If he’s as strong as you say he is then you could have died, isn’t that concerning."
Ash stopped laughing abruptly and smiled oddly, "I realise now how foolish I must have been, letting my emotions cloud my judgement."
Eryndor realised that he might be having a good time conversing with the person that had tried to kill his uncle and also the person that killed his own friend, to snapped himself out of this he imagined a huge wooden club slamming into the back of his skull and it worked.
Before he could settle his thoughts Ash asked another question. "Are you going to handle that? If you want to go you can just you know— go." Ash gestured to Eryndor’s private area which he had been clutching on to and limping oddly.
The truth was that since he had been awake he had felt the pressing urge to take a leak but do the state of their makeshift toilet he exempted himself from such behaviour. He did not know why Ash chose to pry into it since it was his private matter so— what was his deal?
"It’s none of your business?" Eryndor said in a slightly strained voice as he tried to hold back the swelling pain he was starting to feel in his bladder, it made his thighs hot and his legs shudder. Thinking about holding it in have it the opposite effect.
Instead of letting it slide Ash smiled one of his crazy smiles and started to approach Eryndor with his fingers wriggling in the air like tentacles, "Unfortunately, as your senior disciple I have to help take care of that."
In that moment Eryndor’s face went bright red not out of embarrassment but shock his mind started to think up weird thoughts causing him to almost lose focus over his bladder problem. Just what did he mean by help take care of it? Eryndor only had one though in mind. "Get away from me you sicko." He screamed while waving his hand and conjouring up a huge ball of flame the size of a soccer ball.
"Don’t worry, I’ve got this all sorted out." As Ash says this he closes the distance between them in a second and clamps a palm over Eryndor’s hand and extinguishing his flame ball in a puff of smoke. Eryndor for had never seen anyone aside from the cinder king quench his flames so quickly.
Next Ash bent down before Eryndor and reached for his trousers and tugged at his pant, in this instant Eryndor sparked. Being in such an embarrassing position was torture enough but having a total psychopath before him who appeared to be stronger than him was another story entirely.
"Get away from me you psychopath." Eryndor raised a knees only to have it jabbed away with such a ferocious force that made him rethink the same move.
Ash then spoke with righteous fury. "Please let me help my junior disciple do this one deed, it is my duty as senior disciple."
At this point it was hard for Eryndor to tell what Ash’s true intentions were but he was not planning on sticking to find out either. "Duty my ass, get away you damn pervert."
He managed to pushed Ash away but he sprang back unto him like an annoying bug, just when Eryndor planned to use the fullest extent of his flames to melt his brain someone interrupted and it was not Elise since she was clearly still asleep.
The sound cake from outside the cage and it caused the two of them to give a moment of paused and look in the direction of the huge tree branch that was at the same level as the steel cage.
"Ehem." It was a female voice.
Eryndor’s eyes widened as he looked at the figure glowing in the red rays of the sun’s descent. The figure was a young beast girl with orange hair that had been packed behind a thin leaf rope that acted as a rubber band. Her hair was orange and her eyes huge and beady and also orange, her cheeks were red but her eyes locked in a deep frown. She was covered in bandages except for the clothes she had on top. Her tail danced in a half circle back and forth as she scowled at them.
The first to speak was of course the strange prisoner and prison psychopath. "Of she came back."
Eryndor was first mesmerised before he realised what position he was in, in that instant he sparked and kicked Ash away from his pants. Ash grunted as he was sent rolling on the cage floor for a few feet before coming to a rough halt. Eryndor adjusted his pants as best as he could and looked back at the beast girl and smiled nervously.
"Shit, shit, shit. What is she gonna say, I hope she’s
won’t think I’m weird." Eryndor thought to himself.
His heart palpitates and he broke into sweat as he noticed her cheeks burning brighter but he did not know if it was from rage or something entirely different.
"So, you’re into males." She said after a while.
Eryndor’s face went white with fear as he thought. "Bloody hell."
